The Promise

In the heat of passion, Peter tricks Jillian into making a promise to

participate in a week of sexual adventure with him and his best
friend, Sean. Jillian has been very attracted to both men for a long
time but questions the propriety of such a relationship and also
wonders how two gorgeous men could be so attracted to her.
Peter and Sean want far more than just sex with Jillian. They want
her with them forever, and are determined to persuade her to
keep the promise she made. A careless action, also made in the
heat of passion, will take the final decision out of all of their hands
and decide the future for them all.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Mnage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 43,244 words


THE PROMISE






Allyson Young






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THE PROMISE

ALLYSON YOUNG
Copyright 2012





Chapter One

J illian startled awake. She stared around the bedroom, disoriented,
and for a moment had no idea where she was. This wasnt like her,
just as the vague headache and dry mouth that signaled a hangover
wasnt like her, at least not since college. What the hell had
happened? What had she done?
She became aware that she was naked under the sheet and duvet,
and how tender her breasts were, as well as the area in between her
legs. J illian touched those lips and felt the swollen contours. Oh
Christ, she had fucked Peter. No, please, no. She covered her face
with her hands and rolled into a ball, now struggling to deny the
memories that flooded in.
They had finished the presentation to the client last evening, and
the euphoria of gaining the contract after months and months of long
hours and hard work in close quarters made the team positively giddy.
They had gone out for a late meal and a few drinks. J illian had perfect
recall now. She and Peter had been sparking off of one another during
the whole process of the agency vying for that account. The attraction
was something she had resolutely forced to the back of her mind. One
of her talents was total focus and commitment, and she had come too
far in the mans world of advertising to let chemistry interfere in her
career. Plus, the chemistry hadnt only been with Peter, the rep
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responsible for double-checking every nuance and style of the
proposal. Mr. Quality Control. But she didnt want to think about the
other reason for the chemistry.
Peter was gorgeous, no doubt about it, and totally hot. He was
maybe eight inches taller than her five-six, and J illian groaned
inwardly at another eight inches she had become quite closely
acquainted with if memory served, and it did, quite well. His thick
hair, shot through with all manner of shades of blond, screamed for a
womans fingers to run through it before she stroked down his
sculpted face to touch his firm, sensuous lips while she got lost in his
navy-blue eyes. Good grief. Get a grip, get a grip.
J illian now knew that Peters torso was nicely muscled and his
chest lightly sprinkled with soft blond hair. His back was broad and
smooth, his spine a joy to stroke. She was lost in a daydream despite
what she had done, opening a door she wasnt sure she could close
again. Peters legs were long, his thighs lean and muscled, and his ass
perfect, not too large, not too small. J illian didnt want to think too
much about the iron velvet of his cock. He also smelled wonderful,
just like the sheets and the pillow her head rested on. It was a nice
citrusy yet woodsy smell. J illian sat up and struggled off the huge
bed, wincing as her feet hit the cold hardwood. She ached from head
to toe, albeit in a good way, a satisfyingly tired way.
Where were her clothes? There were no signs of anything that
belonged to her, no jewelry, no shoes, nothing. J illian made her way
to the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Nothing of hers in there
either, although a new toothbrush and paste was set on the counter.
J illian cleaned her teeth quickly, trying not to look in the mirror, then
took the plunge. Oh my God. Her hair was a massive cloud around her
face and shoulders, and her scalp felt tender. J illian remembered Peter
holding her head captive with both fists in her locks, guiding the
movements of her mouth over his cock. The whisker burn on her
cheeks and chin did nothing to draw attention away from her swollen
mouth. The love bites and whisker burn on her breasts caught her eye
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next, and she carefully reached between her legs to part her labia.
Yup. Peter had put that full eight inches to prolonged and punishing
use there, too. There was no real residual stickiness between her
thighs, and J illian breathed a sigh of relief as she figured that he must
have used a condom. Or ten. She had been on her back, her knees, her
belly, and on top. Ride em cowgirl. The colour rose in her face, clear
up from the top of her breasts as she recalled some of the arousing,
praising comments he had made and her own pleas for more, harder,
not to mention the screaming orgasms.
Time to go. Must find clothes. Even her thoughts were disjointed
today, but J illian had a single-minded focus. Get the hell out of
Dodge. She had promised Peter something last night in a strangely
lucid moment, and, despite her innate honesty, was about to renege.
Before the other shoe dropped.
J illian wound a bath sheet around her body after using the toilet
and splashing water on her face. She would go home in a cab wearing
the towel if need be, so great was her desperation to flee. She made
her way through the condo, following the smell of coffee. Peter stood
in the kitchen, his back to her, working at the stove. J illians mouth
watered, and not at the enticing smell of frying bacon. He looked
positively wonderful, wearing only a pair of cutoff pajama pants, the
fabric draping across his impressive, tight ass. His back and shoulders
were as broad as she remembered, and even his large bare feet were
sexy. The pink scratches on his back pulled matching color to her
cheeks.
Peter turned to face her and cocked a brow. Morning, J illy.
Breakfast is nearly ready.
J illian swallowed and took a deep breath, trying not to look at his
crotch and certainly not looking at the red love bites scattered across
his chest and neck. Good morning, Peter. Im not hungry. Actually, I
would like to know where my clothes, purse and car keys are.
Peter smiled at her, a dark, knowing smile. Has someone
forgotten her promise? he asked.
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J illian thought fast and rejected denying any memory. Peter was
too good to fall for that one. Im reneging, she announced.
Peter shook his head and said, You arent, sweetheart. We have a
week off work because of the Penney account, and we are holding
you to your promise. Today is day one.
J illian quaked and fought not to show it. She tried a tentative
smile and tried harder to ignore the we in his announcement.
I cant, Peter, and neither should you, andwell, none of us can
afford this type of involvement and continue to work together. It will
get awkward.
Well be in the same firm, but its unlikely that well all be
working the same account together again. Theres too much work to
go around. And it really doesnt matter. You promised, Peter assured
her.
He set the fork down and moved toward her, caging her against
the wall as she tried to retreat. J illian fought down her panic and
arousal and made a determined effort not to show either.

* * * *

Peter hid his worry with equal skill. He and Sean had been
pursuing this beautiful, sexy, intelligent, driven woman for months.
The chemistry between them had been electric, and despite J illians
arms length approach, for she knew better how to work than play, the
acquisition of the Penney account had forged both a bond and an
opportunity. Peter had coaxed the promise from her in a weak
moment, with J illy sated and exhausted yet begging for her sixth
orgasm of the night, but Peter wasnt playing by any fair rules of
combat. He wouldnt keep her there by force, but she didnt know
that. Sean would soon be over, and then J illy would hopefully be too
overwhelmed by passion to break her promise. Sean was much darker
and more forceful than he was, and he needed his buddy to help.
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Peter hooked a finger in the top of the towel, right between her
breasts, and pulled her to him. J illian fought to retain the towel, but he
sensed that already her body was responding to him. When he slanted
his mouth across hers, the towel slipped to the floor between them,
forgotten. Panting, J illian broke away from him and pushed
ineffectually at his chest. Peter stroked her hair away from her face
then turned her in his arms, walking her out of the kitchen and down
the hallway. J illian tried to set her feet, but his superior height and
weight inexorably moved her along.
Wait. What are you doing? she protested.
Peter smiled against the top of her head. Go take a shower while
I finish making breakfast, sweetheart, he said and pushed her into the
bathroom, tossing in the towel after her and closing the door on
temptation.
J illian had the pale, clear, milky skin of the true redhead, and it
shone, nearly translucent and pure. Her entire curvy body was like
that, blemish-free except for a tiny mole high on the inside of her
right thigh, just below her pussy. Peters mouth watered with the
anticipation of showing it to Sean. Unusual turquoise eyes, slanted
slightly upward at the corners and framed with thick, black lashes,
had drawn him first, hell, had mesmerized him. The mass of titian-red
hair, always confined to severe chignons at work, made it all the more
glorious when it was released to stream down her back and over her
breasts, the myriad of shades breathtaking. He loved to wrap his
fingers in it. The red flame of curls at her sex was so sexy, too,
although Peter expected Sean would have them gone pretty quickly.
Remembering the feel of her silky skin, those firm breasts tipped
in an unusual pink and coral shade, and the way her buttocks swayed
nearly undid his resolve to wait for Sean. He wanted to see the blush
of passion rise from J illians breasts and up over her throat again
soon. Peter leaned against the wall staring at the closed bathroom
door, listening for the sound of the shower to kick on. He so wanted
to bathe her, but knew his limits. None of them would get to eat
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breakfast, and J illy was going to need her strength. He returned to the
kitchen to find Sean poking at the bacon.
I didnt hear you come in, he commented.
Sean turned to face him and offered, Id hate to think you were
fucking our woman again. Im rethinking last night already. I should
have come over, even if it was late. You should have called me.
Peter shrugged. We talked about this, Sean, many times, and the
opportunity finally arose. If I had waited for you to get your shit
organized, we might have lost that opportunity.
You could have called me in between sessions, buddy, Sean
said, and not hogged her for yourself.
Peter sighed. He and Sean shared women almost all the time, and
this was the first time there had ever been a hint of jealousy. He
acknowledged that it would have been better to introduce J illian to
their lifestyle and expectations up front, but Sean had had to rush off
and deal with some minor glitch from work, missing J illians
overindulgence with alcohol and subsequent agreement to a night of
sexual celebration. Lawyers. To tell the truth, Peter had never found a
minute to call Sean, because J illy had kept him so occupied. He could
have used Seans expertise and the extra pair of hands, not to mention
his mouth and his cock. J illy was everything they had hoped for in
bed.
Sorry, Sean. There was no in between.
Seans eyes narrowed then flared with lust. Really?
Really.
Sean stretched like a big cat and flexed his hands. Where is our
honey now?
I sent her to shower as a distraction. She was looking to find her
stuff and clear out of here before you arrived or I got sexual with her
again, answered Peter.
Sean glowered at him. I thought she promised us this week? he
muttered.
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She did, answered Peter, but she got scared in the cold light of
day, Im sure.
Well, thats too bad, said Sean, because we dont allow anyone
to go back on a promise. Shell soon understand that and be happy we
didnt allow her to do so. Besides, weve agreed that she is the one.
No more dating, searching for a woman who wont just fuck us
together but will be willing to stay with us.
Peter smiled back at his friend. Were going to have breakfast,
and then J illy is going to learn what we like.
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Chapter Two

J illian wiped the steam from the mirror and rubbed her hair
vigorously with a hand towel. The bath sheet wrapped right around
her, but she wasnt fooled by the hint of armor. Sean would soon be
here if he wasnt already, and she was scared silly, despite the arousal
she fought pooling between her legs.
Peter had sweet-talked her into a night of sexual excess. With her
defenses down, tumbled by the euphoria of gaining the lucrative
account and too many margaritas, J illian had gone along with the
plan, the erotic things he had crooned into her ear right in the middle
of her coworkers turning her on beyond belief. He hadnt waited for
the door of the condo to close before he was on her like white on rice,
pulling her hair out of its chignon, eating at her lips, and stealing the
breath right out of her body. To be honest, she had been pulling at his
suit jacket in a frenzy to get it off and flinched to remember how she
had yanked his shirt open so hard that the buttons popped and flew
across the room to plink against the furniture and the floor. Peter had
stripped her efficiently and lost his pants and shoes and socks without
any help from her, and they had rolled down the wall to the floor. The
cool texture hadnt cooled her off at all, and shed arched into Peter,
seeking his cock.
J illians memories of the previous night kind of flowed into one
another after that. Peter had chuckled against her breasts, lapping and
nipping at her before testing her wetness with a finger. She didnt
know how he got the condom on or his boxers off, but he had plunged
into her right away, with no further preliminaries, stealing her breath
again, stroking and pumping until she came hard on him. They had
16 Allyson Young


somehow found their way to the bedroom, where Peter had splayed
her at the edge of the bed and explored her pussy with his fingers and
mouth. The second and third orgasms, hard on the heels of the first,
had actually hurt in their intensity, a good pain, sobering her but never
making her question if she was doing something she would regret.
Not then.
She had sucked him off twice. The first time he had pulled out of
her mouth and ejaculated over her breasts, marking her to his
satisfaction, and the second time, she had swallowed him down,
something she rarely did and didnt like. With Peter it was different.
The actual sex hadnt seemed vanilla either. He had set her down on
top of him, holding her hips and forcing the cadence while sucking
and biting her nipples as she leaned over him, her hair stroking and
shadowing his face. She couldnt see his eyes, and she remembered
wishing she could read him better. She had climaxed in that position,
too, as well as when he had rolled her under him and pounded her into
the mattress, biting down on her neck where it joined her shoulder.
But the other time, the one that had elicited the promise, that famous,
regrettable promise, was when she was on her belly, her bottom half
propped up on pillows, the lights on so Peter could see everything.
That time had been explosive.
Peter had her positioned to his liking while being careful of her
comfort. He had lubed up her anus and played with her gently,
relaxing her before inserting a fingertip. By the time he had pushed in
another to join the first and began to scissor them, stretching her,
J illian had overcome her discomfort and embarrassment. Her clitoris
had stood out from its protective hood in response to his touch and
dirty sex talk, and her pussy had been so wet. The small plug he had
pushed in caught her breath, but she had rocked back to meet it and
the blooming pain was totally overwhelmed with such pleasure that
J illian nearly came with it. Peter had then kissed her buttocks and
licked her between her legs before pushing his big cock inside her.
She had felt so full and so wanton and heard herself begging for
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something, anything. He had slipped his hands beneath her and lifted
her onto his spread thighs, squeezing her breasts with his big hands,
hard, almost to the point of pain.
Then he had simply waited. J illian tried to rock against him, to
move somehow, but to no avail. Peter had nibbled and nipped at her
shoulder again, and the shivers pulsed to her clit. Her poor button just
needed a touch, a press, a rub, anything. But Peter had waited until
J illian asked him why. And he had told her. He painted such an erotic
picture for her. He told her that he and Sean took women to the
absolute heights of ecstasy and how they did it. He asked her if she
could imagine it, and she certainly had been able to and hadnt been
shy about saying so. In graphic, mortifying dialogue. Peter asked her
if she would like to try, as he kneaded her breasts and flexed his hips
into her, bumping the butt plug and causing his penis to push against
that spot high inside her. She would have said yes to almost anything
by then and nearly sobbed out her compliance, not hesitating when he
told her they would make good use of the week they had been given
off work as part of their bonus. Peter had fucked her senseless then,
and the combination of his cock sharing close quarters with the plug
and the fact that his hand somehow snuck up on her clit and pinched
it, well, she had fallen off the cliff. She hadnt woken again until
morning. Come to think of it, the butt plug had been removed, and for
sure she didnt remember that part. But now here she was, having
made a promise that had been extricated from her under sensual
torture, trying to find a way out of her predicament. Because, even
considering how amazing last night was, J illian knew she couldnt do
two men, especially together, and Peter was already too close to
getting another piece of her. Sean might want his piece. J illian was
afraid of losing her heart. She had never felt this way about a man
before, and the scary feeling applied to both Sean and Peter. She had
fought the knowledge for months, sublimating it.

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J illian hadnt dated seriously in years, and relationships never
worked out for her anyhow. The men she had been with in the past
found her too abrasive, too driven, too much like them. She was proud
of her ability to work long, hard hours and focus on the job, but it
seemed that those other men preferred softer, sweeter, less
competitive women. She wasnt thin, either, and her curves made her
self-conscious. She worked hard at dressing to minimize her large
breasts and booty, believing that they detracted from her
professionalism. J illian liked sex, and had gotten her fair share in
college, but had been in a dry spell the past few years, not finding the
time or inclination to have a life away from work that included sex
and relationships. She had come to accept that her career would
sustain her through the future years of her life, and until the Penney
account, J illian had been able to ignore her bodys sexual needs, and
her reserve and attitude effectively kept men at bay. She had
convinced herself that she would also be able to move past the
attraction both Sean and Peter held for her. Last night had severely
threatened her resistance, and her head and societys rules told her
forget it, forget them, or choose between them. Except there probably
wasnt going to be a choice. She was kidding herself to think she
could have either of them for any length of time. They were likely
playing with her, and in contrast she felt deadly serious about them.
J illian sighed and straightened to her full height, squaring her
shoulders, and headed to the kitchen to do battle, fully aware of her
poorly defended position, but never a quitter. She stopped, frozen in
the doorway, as the first thing she saw was the other shoe. Sean,
looking delectable in faded jeans and a tight, black T-shirt stretched
across his formidable pectorals and shoulders, was already here. Even
his abs looked sculpted. Her eyes resolutely traveled up to his face in
profile, for neither he nor Peter had seen her yet, intent on transferring
food from stove to counter. Sean was shaven totally bald and had a
beautifully shaped head, high cheekbones, a blade of a nose, and
dark-brown eyes. Eyes the colour of bitter chocolate. His mouth was
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as sensuous as Peters, if wider and harder. J illian was drawn to his
hands, big, competent hands, with long, sensitive fingers. She shook
herself out of her mental lapse, and the movement drew Seans
attention. Seans eyes met hers with dark arousal, and she thought he
might just have read her thoughts before her poker face came on. She
watched a smile stretch across his face and then was stripped by his
look as he leisurely examined her from head to toe.
Morning, babe, he said silkily. Sorry I missed last night.
J illian fought her blush with limited success and tossed her hair
back. She wished she hadnt done it when Sean came up on point like
a bird dog and moved toward her. She put her hands up, and they hit
his hard chest with such force that she took two steps back. Sean
leaned down and captured her lips with his, and J illian nearly forgot
her good intentions. It took a couple of minutes to wrest her mouth
away, and then she slipped to his side and made it to the counter
without touching him again.
We need to talk, guys, now, she announced, hating the small
tremor in her voice.
Peter reached to hook the towel, and she shimmied away from
him, backing right into Sean, who wrapped his arms around her waist
and bent to nuzzle her neck right at that same point where it joined
her shoulder and made her crazy for his touch. Peter pressed against
her front, pushing a thigh between her legs and lifting her on it. She
felt Seans hard length poking into the small of her back, matching the
one Peter sported under his pajama pants, and she couldnt get a deep
breath to protest. The towel began to slip, and she grabbed for it, only
to have Sean capture both wrists while Peter pulled it away and
dropped it on a stool. The feeling of Peters muscled thigh against her
now really damp sex, Seans mouth on her shoulder, and then Peter
pinching and twisting her nipples pushed J illian near the brink.
Stop, she moaned. Please, stop. I cant think while youre
touching me.
20 Allyson Young


You think too much, babe, murmured Sean as he licked up her
neck and down again. You taste as good as I thought you would.
Peter chuckled and continued to rock her on his thigh, her labia
actually making little wet sounds against him now. He pulled her
breasts upward by the nipples, the little spike of pain pushing her
higher. Sean transferred her wrists to one of his big hands and found
the nub of her sex unerringly with his finger and thumb. He pinched
it, and J illian went over, her legs softening, held up by the two men
pleasuring her. Sean caught her up and sat her on the towel but
grabbed her wrists again when she tried to cover herself.
No, J illy, he ordered, you dont need anything to cover that
great body. We want to be able to look at you and touch you
whenever we like. Nobody else is here, so youll be fine.
J illian set her jaw and glowered at him. Since when do you tell
me what to do, lawyer boy?
Since you promised Peter and I a week, babe. And if you
continue to resist or breach the contract, there will be consequences, I
promise you.
J illian looked at him assessingly then pushed off the stool,
grabbing up the towel to wrap it around her. Not only are you bossy,
you must need glasses, too. Im quite aware of my non-runway-model
status, thanks.
Things seemed to happen in a flash after that. Sean shoved his
shoulder into her stomach and straightened up with her, and the next
thing he was striding down the hall. She flailed at his back with her
fists, and he slapped her butt, hard, never saying a word or issuing
another warning.

* * * *

Peter smiled to himself. He knew J illy wouldnt obey nor comply
easily, so this was going to get very interesting. He contemplated the
utensils in the container on the counter and selected a large rubber
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spatula. He filled a small bowl with ice, covering it with a cloth. Then
he followed the shrieks and screams. Breakfast would get cold, but all
for a good cause. He entered the bedroom and beheld J illians
delightful bottom raised high, compliments of several pillows under
her belly, her arms secured at the wrist to the headboard of the king-
size bed. Sean was in the process of tying her ankles to the footboard,
spreading her legs wide, keeping her bucking, struggling form under
control with one hand as he slipped a foot into the soft velvet loop.
Peter admired the view as he set the bowl of ice down and handed
Sean the spatula. Sitting near J illys head, Peter swept her hair up and
away from her face, dropping a kiss on her temple. He jerked back
from her snapping teeth and burst into laughter.
Sean grinned at him and said, J illian hasnt learned how to obey
those of us in charge, buddy. And maybe we should be gagging her,
too, to protect us from those pearly whites.
J illians threats were nearly incoherent with rage and indignation,
but the personal epithets were clearly audible. Peter watched Sean
shift from amused to darkly dangerous in a second. He cracked her
across the ass with the kitchen utensil and swiftly got her attention.
J illian went silent and very tense. Sean ran his tongue across the pale
pink welt he had raised, and she shivered, trying to clench her
buttocks and close her thighs against him. He slipped his fingers
between her labia and pushed the lips open, exposing her vaginal
opening and the area around her clit. Then he slid those digits up and
pressed against her anus. J illian shivered again and ordered, in a cold,
stern voice, that he stop, that they untie her. The juices soaking her
thighs belied her tone.
Youll get five more smacks as punishment for disobeying in the
kitchen, babe, but more than that, the smacks are to remind you that
we will never let you put yourself down, Sean stated flatly. And I
suspect that Peter is going to explain to you that biting isnt allowed
either.

22 Allyson Young


* * * *

The rubber stung as it connected with her flesh. She couldnt
anticipate where it would land, whether on her ass crack or the middle
of a cheek or where her buttocks met her thighs, but by the third
smack she was astonished and mortified to feel her pussy begin to
swell and moisten even more. The pain was changing into something
deeper, something erotic, as J illian became more aware of what Peter
and Sean were seeing between her legs and how much control they
had over her. She was wrestling with a vagrant thought about how
ceding power, putting the responsibility elsewhere, and how freeing it
felt somehow when the smacks stopped and a hand rubbed the hot,
sore parts of her bottom, making the whole area warm. Not to
mention the heated wetness between her legs. Someone swirled a
finger or two in that wetness, and J illian gasped as her vagina was
then penetrated. The fingers withdrew and slipped up to press at her
anus, her natural lubrication allowing access through the tight
entrance. Restrained as she was, J illian could only rock a little on the
pillows and moan.
Well, Peter, spanking doesnt appear to be the punishment we
hoped would deter our little lady from acts of rebellion, commented
Sean.
I think that well cool her fine ass down a little, and Ill express
my disapproval about nearly getting bit, replied Peter.
J illian hated how hot she got when they talked about her as though
she wasnt in the room, but was also amused at the fractured grammar
coming from their teams quality control specialist. She somehow
knew better than to say anything. She wasnt sure she could take
another spanking, at least not for awhile. What on earth was she
thinking? How could she even consider another spanking? There was
something so wrong with her. Again that thought about letting go of
control flitted through her brain but was trashed by the sensation of
bitter cold gliding over her ass. J illian screamed. Peter was applying
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ice cubes to her hot flesh, skirting the fingers still moving in her anus,
but the water was dripping down around them and creating strong
sensations. She tried to move away and heard herself begging and
pleading, especially as the ice melted further and dripped down her
cleft. No, that wasnt fair. Yet somehow she trusted them.
The cold sensation stopped, and J illian took a breath of reason
only to scream again as an ice cube was pushed up into her vagina.
The feeling was indescribable, particularly when Peters cold fingers
rolled her clit and the ones in her anus pushed deeper and scissored.
The orgasm blindsided her, and she saw a sprinkle of flashes behind
her eyes, her vagina and anus clenching in concert, melting the ice
cube and setting off a series of mini orgasms. Peter petted her clit
gently, and the fingers slowly slid from her. When J illian could
compose a rational sentence, she opened her eyes and then opened her
mouth to make a promise of another sort, only to find Sean crouched
beside her, staring, looking inflexible and dangerous.
Think hard about what you want to say, J illian, baby, he
suggested. We can give you the greatest pleasure, or we can take you
nearly there and deny you, over and over. You belong to us for six
days, and thats nonnegotiable. Youll need the seventh to rest.
J illian shut her mouth and then closed her eyes against him, only
to spring her lids open when he fisted her hair and lifted her head.
Uh-uh, babe, no retreating, no distancing yourself. We want
every gorgeous part of you, temper, warts, and all. Youll be getting
all of us, and youll have to trust that we wont break you. Now, were
going to feed you, and youll sit with us, naked and available.
J illian fought back tears. She didnt know if she was angry,
humiliated, or aroused, but she was certainly overwhelmed and scared
of the huge wave of emotion that was sweeping over her. Seans face
softened in an instant, and he freed her wrists while Peter did the
same to her ankles. Sean sat on the bed and shifted her onto his lap to
hold her close while she cried, murmuring nonsense and rocking her.
Peter kissed the top of her head, then wiped her tears and helped her
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blow her nose. J illian couldnt look at either of them, and Peter lifted
her face with a hand under her chin, forcing her to see their faces.
You want this, sweetheart, truly you do, he stated, and we have
waited a very long time to show you what you need and what you are
capable of. Let us dominate you and see to your pleasure, bring out
your best. And J illian, we want this to be forever.
J illian stared at them both, shifting her gaze between them, seeing
their intense stares. She found that she was tired of always being in
charge, avoiding men because she intimidated them. Except Sean and
Peter didnt seem to be intimidated, and she decided to take the
plunge. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Only in the bedroom, do you understand? she asked. And if
you hurt me, then youd better kill me, because you will pay through
every method known to mankind and beyond, even you, lawyer boy.
Seans face darkened at the slight, and then he smiled at her.
Agreed, babe, but I dont negotiate punishments either. Nor do I
forget. Youll be disciplined for that lawyer boy comment later.
J illian quailed a little but held herself firm and looked at Peter.
We only want your compliance in the bedroom, well, maybe in
the living room and the kitchen, the bathroom, too, probably, but we
would never be the alpha male in public, honey. We love your sass,
we respect your business acumen, and your social skills are so
polished. We love who you are. The only time we might react is if
you put yourself at risk, Peter answered.
At risk? she questioned. What the hell does that mean?
Never mind, Sean interjected. There wont be any risk taking
in this condo. Unless its us making you take them, and they will be
the good kind. He glared at Peter, and J illian wondered what
message passed between them.
And what happens in six days? J illian asked.
Sean answered first, Well talk on the seventh day and go from
there, babe. Now, no more chitchat. We need to eat, and then youre
going to get fucked. Amongst a few other things.
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Chapter Three

Eating warmed-up bacon, eggs, and soggy toast and drinking
stewed coffee while naked and ogled by two horny men had never
been on J illians fantasy list, but she was starving and secretly
wondered if there was enough protein to support her body and soul
through what Sean had promised. They touched her constantly, albeit
without actually being really sexual. It was kind of like gentling a
nervous animal, getting her used to them and their intensity. Her body
hummed with arousal, and she was glad to be sitting on a towel. Sean
made her open her legs so that he could turn the stool and look at her
spread folds from time to time, and, rather than embarrass her, it fed
her excitement. They clearly approved of her pussy, the red pubic
curls catching the sun as it streamed through the window behind Sean.
She had never been the subject of such focused attention by one man,
let alone two. She had never been in the presence of such dominant
men who clearly desired her and would not let anything stand in their
way of slaking that desire, either. They didnt seem to notice that her
thighs were a bit heavy, well, maybe more than a bit, or that her ass
was definitely cushiony. She was okay with her breasts, still high and
firm even at thirty-two, and so far she had only a little roll around her
middle, and that disappeared when she laid down, which was the
position she expected to be in most of the time for the next several
days. Her thoughts of fleeing had pretty much diminished, and the
only thing that really niggled at her was the impropriety of being
shared by two men. She hoped that in six days time she would have
an answer as to which one she might choose and wilted a bit inside to
think that she might have neither. Sean was probably close to her age,
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but Peter had just turned thirty, she thought, remembering a surprise
office party a few months ago. It wasnt exactly like a May and
December thing, but why would these two hot, virile men want
chubby, career-focused J illian Brandt? J illian resolutely set those
negative thoughts aside. She was going to do this.

* * * *

Sean stood and cleared off the counter, stacking the dishes in the
sink and running water to allow them to soak. J illian tried to keep her
breathing steady and her heart rate down, with little success. Peter
helped her from the stool and took her to the master bathroom. She
shut the door and cleaned up, used the facilities, and brushed her
teeth. He was waiting for her in the hallway and held out his hand.
She took it, feeling a bit like the proverbial lamb for the slaughter, and
he led her into the bedroom where Sean waited, naked and erect. He
looked like a sculpted Greek god, but J illian flinched at the look on
his face and in his eyes. He was so intense. Peter stroked her back and
kissed the nape of her neck.
Its okay, honey. Dont be afraid. Any pain will be erotic, and I
promise youll love it and ask for more.
J illian wasnt so sure, but she tottered forward and allowed Sean
to swing her onto the bed where he slid her to the middle and sat
beside her. Peter took off his pajama pants, sporting an equally large
erection, and sat on her other side. Both reached and took hold of a
breast, Sean clearly learning the shape and how her nipples responded
to his fingers and mouth. The dual sensations were so wonderful that
J illian closed her eyes and moaned aloud. She felt Sean smile against
her breast, and then he pinched the nipple. J illian gasped at the erotic
pain that lanced down to make her pussy tingle.
What was that for? Why did you do that? she asked.
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Because I could, and I wanted to. Besides, you liked it, he
answered. Now scoot down the bed until your ass cheeks are nearly
at the edge.
J illian did as he asked and managed not to react when he folded
her legs up and placed her feet flat on the mattress. She felt so open
and exposed and turned away from his avid visual exploration.
You are beautiful, J illian, Sean said quietly, and while I want
to savor every inch of you, I dont think I can wait.
Sean lowered his face to her pussy, and J illian was lost in
sensation as he licked through her folds and stabbed his tongue deeply
into her opening. Holy cats, the man must be part snake. Peter paid
homage to her breasts, and the dual intensity was impressive. When
Sean sucked her clit hard against his palate, J illian screamed out his
name with her pleasure. Sean slid her up the mattress and thrust his
latex-covered thickness into her against the vestiges of her orgasm,
pushing Peter aside. He surged in and out of her, pulling out to her
very entrance before forging his way back inside, cleverly pressing on
that rough spot high up. J illian didnt think she could manage another
climax, but felt a familiar coil and numbness in the soles of her feet
and in her belly, and bit down on Seans upper chest as she came,
taking him over with her as her vagina clamped down and milked his
cock.
Sean collapsed but kept much of his weight off of her and on the
mattress. He turned his head to stare into her eyes, seeming to search
for something.
You take my control, babe, and Im not sure I like it. But
goddamn you feel so good.
Peter cleared his throat, and they both swiveled their gaze to him.
So are we at equal time now, buddy? he asked.
There was a moment of complete silence, then J illian spat a
response. Dont fucking treat me like a prize, you asshole. I cant
believe you said that.
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Peter had the grace to flush. He reached out and stroked his hand
down J illians face.
Sorry, honey. I just cant forget last night and want some more.
J illian huffed a little then relaxed. Im a little sore, stud, so I hope
youll let me recuperate a bit.
Immediately Peter was up and off the bed, striding to the
bathroom, his erection bobbing, leading the way. J illian heard water
running, and Sean pulled her up and carried her to the huge tub. All
this being hauled around kind of perked up her self-esteem as neither
one seemed to have any trouble carrying her weight. Peter had added
some sort of bath salts to the water, and she smiled inwardly at his
thoughtfulness. She watched as he tested the temperature then offered
her his hand. She likened him to some historical gentleman what with
all this hand-offering courtesy. She kind of enjoyed it. She settled in
the tub with a groan of contentment. To her surprise, Peter climbed in
behind her and settled her against his chest, his hard-on pushing
against her lower back. Sean stepped in to sit facing her, his legs
twining with hers, and she found herself relaxing into a light doze.
The feeling of soapy hands moving over her body woke her. Peter
cleansed her upper body and Sean the lower half, taking great care
with her pussy and bottom as Peter lifted her for easier access.
Sean slipped a fingertip inside her vagina. Still sore, babe? he
asked.
No, I think the soak helped, she replied.
Good. That one word from both men in unison nearly made
J illian laugh, except Sean was pushing into her anus and asking the
same question.
I dont know about this, Sean, she said hesitantly. Ive never
done anal before except maybe a little pressure, and I dont like any
kind of hurt. Uh, Peter put a plug into me last night, and it was pretty
uncomfortable, and Id had too many margaritas
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Babe, youre going to have to let us get you ready here, Sean
answered inflexibly. We wouldnt ask it of you if it wouldnt make
you feel really good.
And I suppose your pleasure is secondary, she said dryly.
Sean flushed a little but answered her honestly. I like fucking ass,
and so does Peter, although he likes fucking mouths more, second
only to pussy. But believe me when I say that most women really get
off on anal sex, especially if it means double penetration. If its done
right. Although I actually prefer fucking the right womans pussy.
J illian couldnt hold his gaze. She thought she knew what he was
trying to say, and she wasnt ready for that. Men didnt usually stick
around when they really got to know her and met the full force of her
personality, so Sean might not prove to be different. Instead, she
thought about the anal sex.
If I dont like it, will you stop?
Of course, assured Sean.
Yes, absolutely, added Peter.
Sean then spoiled it by saying, But you wont tell us to stop.
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Chapter Four

J illian was lifted from the tub and dried off like she was a child. It
felt caring yet a bit undermining to her. Peter seemed to read her
mind, kissing her temple and murmuring how they liked to take care
of their women. So then she felt a bite of what suspiciously felt like
jealousy. God, her emotions were as unsettled as the weather. Never
mind that Sean used the soft nap of the towel between her legs with
such effect or that Peter rubbed her nipples into sharp points.
Her thoughts stuttered to a halt when Sean held up a tube of lube
and Peter handed him a butt plug. Both men gave her gentle smiles of
encouragement, so J illian took a deep breath and went with them into
the bedroom, climbing up on the high bed without protest and settling
across the aligned pillows to lift her bottom high in the air for the
second time that day! Peter smoothed his hand down her back from
shoulder to ass, over and over until she relaxed into his caress. She
felt the nozzle of the lubricant press against her anus, and she
struggled not to clench as Sean crooned his approval. The press of his
finger was harder to relax into, but she managed it and in a little while
accepted another digit pressing in. The fact that Peters other hand
had found its way under her and was now circling and rubbing her clit
helped considerably, giving her something else to concentrate on. He
picked up the pace as Sean withdrew his fingers and began to insert
the bigger plug that initially felt like such a huge invasion of her
untried entrance, when her orgasm peaked. Peter thrust his fingers
into her vagina, and J illian clenched hard on him and the plug, going
over again. Sean kissed her on either butt cheek then nipped her, his
tongue flicking out to sooth the tiny pain.
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With hardly a pause, Peter rolled her lie on top of him, but facing
his feet. He slid his cock up and down her cleft, and Sean helped her
lift up to settle over Peter and impale herself on him inch by inch until
she had fully taken him. J illian felt really full, and it took a moment to
adjust before she realized Sean was kneeling in front of her, his
erection poking toward her mouth.
Open, babe.
J illian obediently opened her mouth, and Sean pushed inside. He
grabbed her hands when she would have held the base of his cock,
and set them down by her hips.
Keep them there, or Ill tie them behind your back, understand? I
wont give you any more than you can take.
Her mouth quite full, J illian nodded around him, tilting her head
back to lock eyes with him.
Peter is going to rock you on his cock, and youre going to just
ride him, no moving, no clenching, no touching yourself until youre
told to do so. Im going to fuck your mouth while you keep your lips
tight around me and use that tongue. Keep looking at me the whole
time. If you dont do as youre told, there will be consequences,
J illian. We are in charge, remember, and will see to your pleasure.
Peter began to move, and Sean thrust forcibly into her mouth on
Peters backward movement. J illian found the rhythm but wanted to
grab onto somebody just to ground herself. She tentatively reached
out for Seans upper thighs, and he immediately stopped, pulling from
her mouth and leaving her strangely bereft. He reached into the
bedside table and pulled out another velvet tie. Without comment, he
secured her hands at her back then bent to stare into her face.
How are you going to get yourself off now, babe, if we needed
an extra hand? he asked. You needed to trust us with your balance
and your pleasure. Now its just about us. So do the job well and there
wont be a penalty for disobeying.
J illian felt mutinous and opened her mouth to challenge him. Sean
took the opportunity to push inside again, and J illian felt Peter set the
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pace. She liked the sensation of pleasuring them both at the same
time, especially when Peter gently twisted the butt plug and it
stimulated her further where his cock pressed against it through the
thin membrane separating the two unyielding objects. Sean tasted
fine, and she reveled in the power she felt over him as he wound his
hands into her hair to keep his strokes from faltering as he crept closer
to climax. Mindful of the penalty she might face, J illian concentrated
on getting him off and tried to avoid reaching for her own release,
courtesy of Peters talented movements, lest it break her focus. Sean
broke first instead, against the back of her throat, and she frantically
swallowed against him, relishing his groans, loving the way his face
drew taut and his eyes went black. She delicately lapped him clean as
he withdrew, savoring his taste. Peter picked up the pace, and Sean
reached down to pinch and twist both of her nipples. The unexpected
sharp pain pulsed down to her pussy, and J illian came suddenly, if not
with the intensity of her previous orgasms, and closed her eyes to
better enjoy it. Peter jerked in concert, and she felt him begin to soften
within her.
Sean brooded above, pulling her off of Peter and laying her on her
side, grasping the plug to pull it partway out and then reinsert it
several times. J illian gasped at the motion and wondered at the
connection to her throbbing clit.
I cant wait to take you there, babe. Youll be moving up to a
bigger plug this afternoon, he stated.
J illian protested, and he stopped her words with another mind-
blowing kiss. Peter disposed of the condom and surveyed them both.
Whos up for Scrabble? he asked. Largest number of points
gets to choose the next group activity. Oh, and J illian, leave the plug
in for a bit. You need to be stretched.
J illian choked back her groan both at the thought of leaving the
butt plug in and also at the idea of a board game but then felt her lips
twitch into a sly smile. They were so going down. She was an ace at
Scrabble and could beat anyone she knew. She idly wondered if
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watching her two men get it on would do it for her, or if it was enough
to just put them through her paces for a change. She managed not to
rub her hands together, just moved past Sean and made her way into
the bathroom to freshen up and prepare to take charge.

* * * *

Once J illian disappeared from view and he could tear his gaze
from the butt plug nestled in the crack of her ass, Sean stared at Peter.
Are you out of your fucking mind? he asked. As far as Im
concerned, spell-check is the best thing ever, and if memory serves,
you arent that far behind in its use! J illian is going to kick our
collective ass.
Peter shook his head and replied, We both read everything and
have a good command of the English language. And who said
spelling counts? Im sure we can tag team our woman, Sean, or
maybe youre already whipped.
Sean punched Peter in the shoulder at his remark then surprised
the hell out of both of them with his response. I am whipped, buddy,
and if J illian figures that out, were both so done for.
Peter again shook his head. Me, too. She is all I hoped for and
then some. Lets make the absolute best of the time we have left and
bind her to us.
Oh, theres going to be binding, Peter. Youd just better hope it
isnt us getting bound.
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Chapter Five

The three of them sat around the table in the dining room, and
J illian recognized their strategy immediately, countering it with her
own. She was perched on a pillow for some comfort, considering that
nasty plug, and was naked to boot. She still felt that her body wasnt
up to standards, although the hot looks she got from both men
challenged her assumption. But on with the game and victory. It
didnt matter if they said spelling didnt count. She could put words
together for massive points either way, and what they didnt seem to
understand yet was that the words she constructed might be spelled
correctly or not. If they didnt know, then more power to her. Even
the distracting looks and sly caresses didnt tip the scales in their
favor. Hell hath no fury or whatever the quote, J illian was that bitch
from hell these guys had probably been told to watch out for. Heh
heh. Not that she hadnt really liked most of what they had done to
her or demanded from her. It was just that she was used to being the
boss and wanted to see if it could apply in the bedroom with these
men, just a little. Nothing like keeping the other guy, or in her case,
guys off guard. She might just get used to the sound of that. Guys.
Her guys.
By the end of the game, Sean and Peter were shifting a bit
uncomfortably in their prospective chairs. J illian suspected that Sean
felt like punching the crap out of Peter, and Peter was probably asking
himself how stupid he could have been to have chosen a game like
Scrabble. Why hadnt he chosen Checkers or even Snakes and
Ladders? Because Scrabble seemed more cerebral, maybe. Hell, she
didnt know, but now J illian was the big winner. Yes!
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So winner gets to choose the next group activity, J illian mused.
Nobody likes a gloater, J illian, Sean muttered.
Maybe not, Sean, but its my choice, and whats good for the
goose Boy, she was sure into truisms. Although she thought
maybe she had it backward. What did she know about geese, anyhow?
Other than they were bad tempered and had long, hardOh crap,
where was she going with that?

* * * *

Peter wanted to close his eyes against the mischief on J illys face.
Sean would kill him he was sure. Hopefully whatever J illy had
planned would make the death sweeter.
Lets adjourn to the bedroom, guys, J illian said sweetly, so I
can have a look at those special toys you have stashed in there. Im
sure Ill be inspired.
Peter padded after her swaying bottom, mute but aroused, the plug
a direct arrow to her virgin ass, Sean right behind him. Peter was
thinking ahead, the mention of toys reminding him of that big
vibrating dildo with the double end. What the hell had Sean bought
that for anyhow? They had toyed with the idea of having two women
perform for them, but it hadnt felt right. Porn was one thing. They
wanted one woman to perform on, not for. Sean was definitely going
to kill him.
Sit on the bed for a moment and rest your feet, boys, their little
tormentor suggested as she rooted through the assortment of sex toys.
She straightened from her position and turned to face them, removing
the tantalizing view of her shadowed pussy between her ass cheeks
and the end of the butt plug, and Peter sighed. Then he winced at the
sight of a vibrator and really big plug.
Were you thinking of pushing this up my ass, Sean? she
inquired sweetly.
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Sean shook his head, looking almost intimidated. Nope, thats
way too big, J illian. Really too big.
J illian walked over to him and compared the plug to his penis,
that, truth to be told, was hard, erect, and ready for action.
Hmmm, she murmured, not a lot of difference in size really. I
think you are lying to me. Maybe Peter and I can practice with it on
you so that I can understand the full effect before you shove that cock
up me. What do you think, Peter?
Peter didnt look at Sean, who didnt speak, but his face promised
retribution. Oh God, what had they created? The little minx was really
getting into their kink, and it promised to be a fine week. If he
survived it.
Peter? J illian prompted. Or would you prefer we practice on
you, seeing as Im sure you want to shove your appendage where the
sun dont shine, too.
Sean and Peter stared at one another, and J illian burst into
laughter. She laughed until the tears stood in her eyes.
Seriously, she said. If we are going to experiment over the next
six days, then you are going to experience some new things, too. I
know you like to be in charge, and Im going to honour my promise to
you and maybe fulfill every fantasy you have, if it doesnt hurt, but I
might want equal time.
Sean was the first to speak. Okay, babe, but then the gloves are
off. We wont hurt you except for some erotic pain to increase and
prolong your pleasure, just so you remember that you are in this full
bore. And there are a couple of lines we wont cross.
J illian waited, and Peter stared at Sean like he had never seen him
before.
Im not fucking or blowing Peter, or jerking him off, period. Ill
hand you toys, help you figure out how to use them, teach you how to
restrain him, and Im sure hell repay the favor with me. He and I may
do some incidental touching, like when hes fucking you from behind
or is filling your ass and needs me to touch your clit or bring you off
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touching your breasts, or when were both inside your pussy together,
but thats it.
Peter just kept nodding his head, his cock at such attention and so
hard he thought he might die from it. His cock bobbed right along
with his head.
Will you kiss one another? J illian asked quietly. Im not
interested in watching you fuck one another in any way, but Ive
always wanted to see two good friends, two guys who like one
another, heck, love one another in a purely friendly way, kiss.
Sean stared at her. Maybe on day seven.
Peter figured he had been abducted by aliens and was in a parallel
dimension. Christ, what a ride. What the hell.
Okay, J illian said, obviously getting with the program.
Peter, get on the bed, in the middle. Sean, tie his hands and feet
to the bed and put that strap across his belly.
Peter went along with the otherworlders commands and allowed
his best friend, who clearly had been brainwashed like one of those
pod people, tie his sorry ass to the bed. He might have been able to
wrench free, but he had installed the restraints himself with a view to
some permanence. Crap.
J illian examined the vibrator, turning it on through all the settings.
She then looked at Sean and told him to pull a chair up beside Peters
hips and sit. Sean smiled evilly at Peter and did as she asked.
J illy knee-walked up between his splayed legs and crouched over
his cock. She blew across it, and Peter fought back a moan. She
instantly engulfed him in her hot mouth, totally taking him off guard,
and he tried to surge up, thwarted by the strap across his abdomen.
J illian sucked him hard and used her clever tongue, especially on the
underside of his cock, tracing the vein and then swirling over the
head. He let his appreciation show in his groans of pleasure and
moved his hips as much as possible.
J illy let him go with a distinct pop and turned to request that Sean
pass her the lube. He panicked a little, and she soothed him with
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strokes down either side of his hips. When he relaxed, she sucked him
to the root again, no teasing, just total suction, and swallowed against
him. Peter fought against coming, wanting to prolong the pressure, the
request for the lube reminding him to be cautious. He wished Sean
hadnt shared how he liked to fuck mouths because somehow he knew
J illian had stored that little gem of knowledge away and was changing
things up. J illian sucked and swallowed in earnest, her hair brushing
his balls as they drew up in preparation to blow. Then she slid a
lubricated finger into his anus and stroked his prostate. The top of
Peters head blew off as he came in stream after stream. J illian
struggled to swallow it all, but some of his ejaculate spilled from the
corners of her mouth as she released him and raised up to look him in
the eye. Peter wondered how he had ever lived without her.

* * * *

Sean thought he had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and
it turned him on in a big way. He was jealous of what J illian had done
to Peter, although that was tempered by wariness of what she had in
store for him. Somehow he thought she would be harder on him
because he was more dominant than Peter. However, he had never
backed down from a challenge, and he somehow knew whatever J illy
did, it would be pretty awesome in the end. He hoped.
Peter managed to change places with Sean, despite appearing
boneless. J illian helped him tie Sean to the bed and put a pillow under
his buttocks. Seans eyes narrowed when that happened. J illian took a
different approach with him, setting the vibrator down and crouching
over him, lubing up her hands. She stroked him, gently at first, then
with increasing force. She masturbated him much like he did himself.
Women tended to be less aggressive when it came to touching men,
but not J illian. The hard, silky slide of her hands over him felt pretty
damn good, but he couldnt relax into it and let go. She was going to
pull something, and the little bit of trepidation increased his arousal.
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How quick she learned. He heard the vibe turn on, and then it was
held against his cockhead. Fuck! How was it that he hadnt thought of
that himself?
J illian smiled at him. I watched some porn at a hen party and
always wanted to try this, Sean.
She maneuvered the vibe around and around the head of his cock
and then up and down the underside. Sean felt pleasure close to pain
and screwed his eyes shut against it. He jerked in shock when her lips
came down to take just the head inside and swirl her tongue around,
the vibe now tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. Sean
began to come from somewhere deep within him and then gave over
with a shout as the vibe was pushed and held between his balls and
anus. He saw stars and then opened his eyes to watch his woman wipe
the back of her hand across a satisfied smile. If there had ever been a
doubt, there was no longer. J illian was for sure theirs. Forever.

* * * *

The three of them stood in the shower stall, J illian in the middle.
Sean had gently removed the butt plug, and to her surprise, J illy felt
empty and aching. All parts were washed and washed again as their
arousal built, although both Peter and Sean didnt seem quite up to
snuff yet. She bet that neither was certain that giving her control was
something they should do again, but on the other hand, it had turned
out pretty well for both of them. J illian got lost in her thoughts.
J illian. Sean brought her back to the present. Time to hold you
to your promise.
Come on, sweetheart, Peter said. Time to get you back to bed
and move you up a size in the plug department.
J illian didnt protest. She believed they wouldnt really hurt her
and was already thinking ahead at trying her hand at applying plugs
herself, although not up her own ass. Secretly she was stuck on the
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inside of her pussy together thing Sean had talked about, but she
probably had misheard him.
Sean spoke in her ear as he wrapped her up in a big towel. Before
either Peter or I let you near our assholes with a plug, theres going to
be a big price paid, up front.
J illian shivered at how he read her thoughts and at the dark
promise in his voice and saw Peters equally dark smile from the
corner of her eye. Bring it on, boys.
Peter did the honors this time, carefully lubricating her anus and
the plug, inserting it gently while Sean watched. There were no
distractions this time, and she felt the burn increase as she was
stretched more, but the sight of Seans intent face and Peters equally
fascinated one, reflected to her gaze by the mirror on the opposite
wall, had her pushing back on the plug, wanting more. Their arousal
intensified hers. This may have been about a week of no-holds-barred
sex, but J illian found herself wanting more, just as she had feared.
The least she could do was take everything being offered and take as
much as they would give her. She just hoped she would leave with her
heart intact. They kept implying that this wasnt a short-term thing,
but time would tell.
Sweetheart? Peters voice interrupted her thoughts.
Umm? she responded.
Something a little different now. Youll like it.
Uh-oh. That tone was a signal to her that something just might not
be so much to her liking. J illian stiffened. Sean slid under her and
pushed her, with Peters guidance, to her hands and knees, getting rid
of the pillow. Peter secured her hands to the headboard and her ankles
to the footboard, leaving her pussy suspended over Seans mouth.
This wasnt different. This was heaven, she thought, as Seans tongue
flirted into her folds and lashed her clit. Not different until Peter
brought something long and hard down on her ass, tapping the end of
the plug. J illian shrieked and fought Seans grip on her hips, unable to
escape the blows as they drove her onto his tongue. The movement of
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the large plug, the heat and sting on her buttocks, and the torture of
her clit had J illian clenching and rolling, now arching back into the
spanking. She heard whimpers and mewls that could only be coming
from her as her orgasm built and built on her assaulted senses. Peter
thrust three fingers up her vagina to add to the mix, and J illian broke
all over Seans face. Even in her altered state, she felt him smile.
Sean moved out from under her and patted her ass. Good one,
babe? he asked.
J illian mumbled into the mattress. She heard drawers opening and
closing as the men muttered about the pump, Sean accusing Peter of
not putting things back where they belonged. She turned her head and
tried to see them through the veil of her hair.
Guys? she asked. Do you fuck a lot of women together?
Somehow she felt more sad than jealous, and it showed in her tone of
voice.
Peter lay down beside her and kissed her cheek, her temple, and
then her hair.
We prefer sharing, honey, I wont lie, he answered, but this is
different, J illy, really. Dont be sad. Theres no need to be sad.
Sean stood beside the bed, silent, just staring at her. Finally he
said, No changing the past, babe. We didnt know you then, and
thats the sad part.
J illian felt more reassured by Seans thoughtful response. He
made no real attempts to placate her, although Peter was sweet. She
just hoped it really was different.
Sean turned back to fumble in the other drawer and made a sound
of satisfaction. Found it.
What? J illian asked.
Ill show you, babe. Youll like it.
Right. J illian felt him at her buttocks, and then the plug was
jostled. She clenched on it, hearing an air-filled pumping sound, and
then the plug increased in girth. Holy crap.
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What the hell are you doing? she yelled. Stop it. The plug is
getting bigger and J illian had to stop and breathe through the burn
and the interesting little thrill.
Were going to play a little game, babe. Of course the odds are
totally stacked in our favor, just like Scrabble was in yours. Oh, dont
think it wasnt obvious, Sean replied. And then theres the lawyer
boy crack to deal with. Speaking of cracks.
He ran his fingers up her cleft to capture her clit, pinching lightly
and pulling it to stand alone from the surrounding flesh.
Pass me another pillow, Peter. We want a nice view. And then
Ill tie her ankles off halfway up the footboard.
J illian was hoisted onto a mound of pillows, her back supported
and her body totally restrained from any movement, aware that her
privates were on display, her ass plugged. She felt her own lubricant
begin to drip from her opening and oil her labia. She waited with
bated breath for what they were going to do next.
Peter is going to use that vibrator on you, J illian. If you come,
the plug gets a pump bigger. To be fair, hell only stimulate you for a
minute at a time then give you two minutes respite. If you havent
come after six times, Ill take the plug out. If you come six times, then
the plug will have stretched you enough to take my cock. So, fun for
you but ultimate fun for us. Any questions?
J illian growled at him, Paybacks a bitch, lawyer boy.
Sean laughed, and Peter bounced up off the bed to take the
vibrator in hand.
J illian fought against the stimulation of the vibrator, doing
multiplication tables in her head, thinking of cold winter days, and
counting backward from sixty, in French. She somehow made it
through the first minute, her body covered in perspiration, her heart
pounding. She heard the men confer above her but couldnt
concentrate on the words. Two minutes to gather her defenses. A
warm touch of some kind of substance was applied to her clit and
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opening. What the hell? It warmed some more and tingled. Maybe it
was some kind of stimulating gel.
Thats cheating! she accused.
And we have to use spell-check, honey, was Peters only
response, unless she counted the slap on her ass.
The vibrator returned, and her orgasm rolled over her. No contest.
The plug inflated and prolonged the sensations. She was going to die
from pleasure. There was no way she could endure five more. Time to
negotiate.
Uncle.
Not yet, babe, crooned Sean. Trust us to know that you can
come more than once.
I cant, please, she begged.
Nope.
Peter inserted the vibrator this time and used it skillfully high
inside her for a prolonged minute. J ust as she felt the tremors of a
vaginal orgasm, he pulled it out to hold it directly on her clit. J illian
screamed with release and wound her fingers around the restraints just
to stay connected to the earth. This time Sean waited to inflate the
butt plug, and she rocked as best she could to accommodate it,
knowing that the next orgasm would follow swiftly on the fullness.
And it did, with the vibrator turned up high and left pushed up into
her. J illian thought her clit would swell and burst. Her vagina seized,
and her eyes popped as the plug surged to press on the vibrator.
No more, please, no more, she gasped. I give. I cant.
Anymore.
So whats the negotiation, babe? Sean asked, his voice deep and
aroused. One offer only.
Ill take the full six pumps, I will, J illian babbled.
Oh, I dont know, he answered. Peter, how about five pumps
and one more orgasm. A really big one this time?
Im going to fucking well kill you both, she moaned, then
immediately wished she hadnt said that.
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The plug inflated once, and then she felt the slender vibrator push
inside its center.
Please, she begged. Please, Sean, please, Peter.
The vibrator hummed and totally woke up her ass. She continued
to beg, but now she was begging for another orgasm. A finger slid
over her clit and teased it as two more digits pushed up her vagina.
The pump inflated, and the vibrator picked up speed. J illians heart
pumped in her temples, and she gasped for breath. The soles of her
feet tingled, and the feeling raced up her calves, her thighs, and
between her legs. Someone slipped a hand under a breast and
unerringly found a nipple, then pinched, hard. She went up like a
firecracker, sparkles, sparks, crackles and all, and then knew nothing
as every muscle went slack.
J illian came out of her trance balanced on Peters lap, his arms
tight around her. Sean had her feet on his thighs and was massaging
the arches. Her ass throbbed, although not with any real pain, just
fullness, and she realized the plug was still inside of her. That was
why Peter had placed her just so. He didnt want to put any more
pressure on the end of the plug. He was so thoughtful, although that
wouldnt cut any ice when it was her turn to torment him. She idly
wondered how it would feel for him to have the vibe up his ass while
she fucked him or blew him. So many possibilities.
Sean caught her thinking and smiled. Recovered, J illian? he
asked. You looked like you were having a good time.
J illian smiled back and saw him flinch the tiniest bit at the set of
her lips. Payback was indeed a bitch.
Sean would be the one to get to know the vibrator more
intimately, J illian decided in that moment. Peter might like to have a
close and personal encounter with a butt plug. She stretched a little
and reached up to place a kiss on Peters cheek, noting the darkening
in Seans face. They might share, but it didnt seem to be totally
without jealousy. It was something to file away for later.
Peter turned her to face him, his eyes serious.
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J illy, sweetheart, I want you to listen carefully. If you try to play
Sean or I against one another, there will be consequences, I promise.
No, let me rephrase that. A punishment. One you will absolutely not
like. This thing between us all is new because its committed, and
were learning as we go along, but thats a game you will not play.
Understand?
J illian was shocked at how well Peter had read her. She felt a
moment of shame and guilt. He was right. It wasnt okay to mess with
a friendship just because she could.
Understood.
Fine, Peter said. Then up you get. Well put our really late
lunch together while you have a soak. We have big plans for later.
Can I take the plug out? J illian asked.
Ill do that for you, babe, Sean advised, his tone brooking no
argument.
What is it with you and asses? she asked.
I can see Ill have to pay more attention to your other orifices,
J illian. J ust know that your anus isnt exactly a place most people
consider a cock will fit, and Im not going to cause you any problems
there. You need to be properly prepared. So dont argue with me.
J illian almost laughed. He was going to fuck her ass, just as Peter
was, but didnt want to cause her any harm. Talk about convoluted.
Although, truth to be told, she wasnt nearly as anxious about it now.
The anal play had overcome most of her concerns. And that last
orgasm, well, if getting ass fucked was going to match that one, she
thought shed like a sample or three. Sean removed the plug with little
fuss, although his intake of breath when he observed how her opening
must have stretched said volumes. The soak in the tub relieved most
of her aches and pains. She thought she might take up yoga, just to be
able to stretch easier, then quickly shut the thought down. This
experience might end in a week, and she didnt want to look past that
at possible heartache.
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Chapter Six

Lunch consisted of Chinese takeout. J illian couldnt complain
because Peter had ordered all of her favorites. She was starved and
delved into the containers. She wore a bath sheet in direct defiance of
Seans earlier order, and he gave her what she had come to recognize
as the look. It didnt matter. She wasnt going to spill sticky, hot
food on herself, and he could just suck it up.
Looks like you want me to start making a list, babe, he said
around a mouthful of almond chicken.
List? J illian replied. What are you talking about?
Peter laughed. We make a list of infractions, J illy, and think up
the consequences. Its fun.
Hmmm. Maybe I should start making my own list, she mused.
I already know whose name Im putting down first.
Doesnt work that way, babe, said Sean. You dont get to keep
a list. Im never giving you a pencil.
Well see, J illy answered demurely. Anyway, I have a really
good memory.
The three of them were lost in their thoughts as they satisfied their
hunger. Peter and Sean drank beer while J illian just sipped at her
wine. She hadnt forgotten the margaritas and wasnt going to let
alcohol impair her judgment with these men or take away from the
experience.
So, what are we going to do after this magnificent feast you
pulled together, Peter? she asked, smiling at his expression. I am
tired, so nothing too strenuous.
Peter shrugged. Im good to rest up for later.
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Sean also signaled his willingness to hold off on further sexual
gymnastics for the time being.
Peter suggested, Lets watch a movie.
J illian shook her head. Id rather play another game, if you arent
too chickenshit, she announced. You have a pool table in the other
bedroom, and this building must have recreational facilities.
Uh-uh, babe. We arent leaving this condo until the end of the
week. Nice try, though. Sean stretched and gave her another look.
Pool it is. But you arent wearing that towel.
J illian shivered and tried a melting look. But Ill get cold, she
whined.
Sean pulled her to her feet. Well turn the heat up. Cmon.
J illian allowed him to tug her down the hallway without protest
and didnt say anything when he whirled her out of the towel,
enjoying his blatant scrutiny of her naked form. She didnt feel so
pudgy in that moment. He bent to kiss her, and she gave it her all. He
was such a good kisser, although Peter didnt lose any points in that
regard. She couldnt decide whom she preferred out of the two of
them. It was bothersome because she couldnt have them both. Could
she? If they were even still interested at the end of the promised week.
Peter entered the room, having put away the lunch items.
Thinking again, honey?
J illian backed out of Seans arms and got nose-to-chest with Peter.
You think you are so smart. You think you know me so well. Well
see. Snooker rules, no deviation. Winner plays the next person, and
that winner decides the festivities. Okay? Oh, and the first loser gets a
double penalty.

* * * *

Sean rolled his eyes at Peter. J illian had said snooker. Christ,
would they ever tire of this incredible woman and her continual
surprises? Peter might know her moods and habits, working alongside
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her so intensely as he had done, but he sure as shit didnt know
everything. Sean began to plot ways to distract her from the game, or
either he or Peter was going to be on the other end of the sex play.
Again.
Sean and J illian played first. Sean played a little grab ass and
managed to slide a finger up her pussy a time or two when she spread
over the table for a shot. He so wanted to tie her down on the green
felt and play with her. His cock felt like it could pound nails, and
Peter had a glazed look as he watched her make shot after shot, her
breasts flattened against the rails, her ass in the air doing a little
shimmy. Flashes of her pink folds tantalized, but it was her air of total
concentration and the nibbling on her full bottom lip as she weighed
each shot that did it for him. She had sucked them both off with skill
and fervor with those beautiful lips and hot mouth. Peter had shared
J illys shy assertion the night of the margaritas about not really liking
fellatio, especially the never swallowing part until she had met him.
Sean figured he was included in her change of heart because she had
swallowed him down with undisguised relish. Twice. She was meant
for them both. He blamed losing his game on an inability to get close
enough to the table for the long shots because his cock kept getting in
the way. It was hard to bend over a hard-on. Now he had to hope that
Peter would win, but he always beat Peter. He wondered what J illian
had in store for them.
Peter didnt go down without a good showing. Sean helped a little
by distracting J illian. At one point she forfeited the immediate win
because he knelt behind her and lapped at her pussy while Peter held
her arms on the table. Her orgasm slowed her down a little, and Peter
began to catch up. However, J illian rallied, and Peter lost. The glazed
look was back, and for a moment Sean thought he might just fuck the
rules and go for the playtime on the felt. Instead, he felt his mouth
open and words spill out before he could choke them back.
Double or nothing.
J illians head snapped around. What does that mean? she asked.
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Ill play you again. If I win, then the other results are moot and I
get to play director.
Director? she asked, puzzled. You mean
I mean I tell you what to do and you do it without question. Same
for Peter.
Peter kept his poker face on and said nothing, although his eyes
were shrieking something at Sean. If J illian lost, it was going to be a
long night to remember. If Sean lost, well, it would suck to be them.
J illian thought about it. And if I win, then we move up the kiss
from the seventh day, plus I get to play with you both.
Sean wished he could withdraw the wager then manned up.
Done.
The game was on and hard fought. Sean beat J illian by a point,
and while he knew he had played his best, primarily out of
desperation and at Peters now not-so-silent pleas, he had a sneaking
suspicion that J illian had let him win. Well, well. Methinks the lady
protests domination too much. She was certainly going to get her fill
in the next few hours.
J illian stood at attention and waited for Seans command. She
looked slightly apprehensive, but the feistiness was still apparent.
Go to the bedroom and strip the bed, babe. Youll find a new
sheet in the wardrobe. Put it on the mattress. Oh, and choose a dildo.
No, two dildos and a paddle. Well pick the flogger. Theres a
blindfold in the bedside table. Then put a pillow on the floor at the
foot of the bed and kneel on it, facing the door. Dont put the
blindfold on until you kneel, or youll feel too disoriented.
Oh, and J illian? he added. You had better put that blindfold on
properly. If you sneak a peek, you wont like the consequence.

* * * *

J illian left the room and headed for the master bedroom without
question. Her stomach was churning with anticipation, and she was
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soaking wet between her legs. Her breasts felt too heavy for her torso,
and her nipples ached. God, the kink. The paddle and the flogger
seemed a little spooky, but she trusted them not to hurt her. She
wondered if Sean knew she had thrown the game. It was the directing
part that got her. He probably knew it would. She was so willing now
to give up control, at least sexually, and these guys could have it all.
She knew the next few hours would test her to the absolute limit and
it would probably hurt a little, but the payoff would be total ecstasy.
She hurried to comply.
The sheet was actually satin and a deep, crimson red. She could
envision how her pale skin would look against it, how her privates
would reflect the dark color when her arousal spiked fully. Her
nipples were already nearly red with desire, and she knew they would
get redder with stimulation. There were no other sheets in the
wardrobe, and this one was still in its packaging. She knew,
somehow, that they had chosen it for her, to display her. Her arousal
coiled higher. The dildos were of varied size and shape, and she was
tentative. Finally she settled on a large, pink, beaded one and a
smaller one that curved at the tip into a flared head. Interesting. The
strap-on, double-headed one caused her eyes to narrow, and she threw
that into the trash can. If they thought there would be two women in
their games, they wouldnt like those consequences. She could always
help them demonstrate the efficacy of that strap-on personally if they
gave her a hard time about trashing it.
J illian avoided looking at the floggers, although she thought they
were made of soft material and not leather. She shivered at the
thought of real pain, of bleeding cuts and stripes, and rejected the idea
immediately. Neither of her men would do that. The trust she felt for
them both surprised her a little, but she was certain. The silk blindfold
was next, and she forgot Seans instructions. She put the pillow down,
tied off the silk, and then couldnt seem to orient herself to the pillow.
Exasperated, she pulled it off her head, knelt, and retied it, making
certain she could see nothing. Talk about delivering herself into the
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lions den. Again. But that was Seans intent, she was sure. Peter was
going to be a force to be reckoned with, too. He hadnt liked losing to
her, and teasing him with a possible victory was going to cost her. She
waited.

* * * *

Sean winced as Peter punched him in the arm and nearly shuffled
a victory dance.
She lost on purpose, Sean said.
I know, Peter responded. Doesnt matter to me. To the winner
goes the spoils, and I cant wait. The chair?
I think so, although we should play it by ear. Her first time with
the both of us might be better if we are head to toe close to her, but
well see. For sure well hang her up, though. Did you get those hooks
set in the floor?
Yup. Actually, the D-rings will have to be attached, but I didnt
want to risk anyone tripping over them or J illian seeing them or
feeling them under the rug and getting a hint of what we had
planned.
Sean smiled to himself. Peter always alleged that Sean was the
dominant one, but Peter was the methodical planner who, if left to his
own devices, would draw J illians pleasure out tenfold. That had its
place, but they were nearly through day one, and the next couple or
three days were going to be a shock for J illian. They planned to
ignore her sexually and just spend time together on a deeper level and
hope she would be asking them to fuck her. By day four she would be
so antsy. They would somehow survive the lack of her sexually.
Somehow. He shut those thoughts down. Their woman was waiting.
Ill choose the flogger, buddy, and you set the ropes, Sean
instructed.
They headed into the master and collided in the doorway. J illian
knelt, as ordered, at the foot of the bed, her eyes covered, her
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beautiful hair streaming down her back and over her shoulders. Her
breasts were outthrust and her knees apart enough to show her red
curls above the pink labia. The backdrop of the red sheet had a
dazzling effect, and as one their cocks slapped against their bellies in
reaction. Sean shoved past Peter to find the flogger, and Peter jostled
him on the way to fixing the ropes.
Sean set the flogger beside the toys J illian had chosen. Holy shit,
she was adventurous to choose the Monster. He snagged the box of
condoms and fumbled for lube at the same time. No way was she
going to take that dildo without lots of lubrication, and he wasnt
hurting her. Sean crooked his finger and pointed. Peter followed his
gesture. The two-headed, strap-on dildo was in the trash. They
exchanged smiles and shrugs. A pissed-off J illian was fun, but she
didnt have to worry. There would be no other woman unless J illian
invited one, ever.
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Chapter Seven

J illian listened to Sean and Peter moving around. The loss of a
primary sense was both slightly intimidating and stimulating. She
waited with a growing sense of anticipation until something tapped at
her lips, and she became aware of a heat source right in front of her.
Peter. She knew his scent. Obediently, she opened her mouth as Sean
tied her hands behind her back, forcing her to spread her legs wider,
hitching awkwardly and balancing against Peters velvet-over-steel
cock.
Sean muttered in her ear. The next time you kneel, youll know
the correct position, babe. He then gathered her hair up and secured
it on top of her head. J illian thought he had used a clothespin the way
it pinched and pulled the little tendrils. Good grief.
We want to see all of you, as sexy as it is to have those nipples
peek out behind your hair.
Peter pushed his hands through her curls and held her head steady,
making a mess of Seans attempts to keep her hair out of the way. He
began to thrust into her mouth, and there was nothing tentative in his
movements. She fought her gag reflex as he hit the back of her throat
and held steady there, concentrating on breathing through her nose.
J ust close your lips, sweetheart, he groaned above her. J ust
tight enough to keep the air out. Thats it. No tongue, just let me do
the work. When I come, just hold my semen in your mouth. Now hold
on.
J illian was glad Peter held her steady by her hair and the grip on
her head because he pistoned in and out of her mouth, hitting the back
of her throat with every other thrust. The sheer power of his
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movements and his verbal sounds of enjoyment aroused her, too, as
did the sting of her scalp. She let herself just feel, and then Sean slid
his hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit in ever-narrowing
circles, using her copious moisture to do so. She moaned in response,
and Peter jerked, nearly losing his rhythm.
Dont move, dont make a sound, J illian, or Ill stop, promised
Sean. This is about Peter and your teasing.
Shit, Peter was taking his revenge. That was okay, J illian thought.
She would get hers in the end if Sean kept plucking her clit. Now,
to concentrate on Peter. Suddenly, Peter held still, just inside her
lips, and she felt hot spurts of his seed flood her mouth. She tried hard
to hold it all in. Peter pulled out, groaning, and tipped her head up,
forcing the ejaculate to the back of her mouth.
Peter growled, Swallow.
J illian did, gulping it down, just as Sean squeezed her clit. God,
the two sensations were incredible, and she nearly toppled forward,
except Peter held her shoulders upright. Then he knelt to kiss her, his
tongue forging inside her mouth, to taste her and himself. It was erotic
and absolutely amazing. J illians heart swelled, and her eyes filled
with tears, leaking out from under the blindfold. Peter gathered her
onto his lap, petting and praising her.

* * * *

Sean busied himself, attaching the rope to the hook in the ceiling
and set the D rings in place, threading more of the velvet rope through
them. He tested their strength, leaving Peter and J illian to their
moment. He envied Peter his ability to be soft and loving and wanted
to give J illian the same aftercare, kind of like he had done that
morning. Typically Peter was the one to bring their women down and
coddle them, but Sean fiercely wanted to take that role with J illian.
And somehow he would over the next few days. She would cry for
him, too, and not just passionate tears, but tears of love and joy. It
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didnt matter if people thought he wasnt sensitive and caring.
Lawyers were never perceived to be. But he knew what his best friend
and his woman were feeling and wanted it for himself, or at least to
share in it.

* * * *

J illian? Peter said. Its time, honey. Up you get.
J illian felt herself being hoisted to her feet. Her hands were untied
and raised above her head, secured again, and then attached to
something up there. Soft restraints wrapped around each ankle, and
her legs were spread as she was immobilized to the floor. She could
hear the clinking of metal and wondered if there were hooks in the
floor to tie off to. Boy, the condo board had better not learn about the
modifications Peter had made. And there had to be a hook in the
ceiling, too. She hoped it held her weight and screamed as a hand
smacked her ass really hard.
Sean spoke sharply. Stop obsessing about your weight right
fucking now, babe. We will be the judges, we are the judges, and we
love your shape, every inch of your skin. So stop. We wont allow
you to put yourself down. Remember.
She must have said her worry out loud, for surely Sean hadnt
read her mind, especially with half her face covered. J illians musings
were cut short by the sensation of lube at her anus. Not again. She
stood, mute, as the slippery substance was spread over her rosebud
and then squeezed inside. Surely they werent going to put that dildo
in there.
Sean stroked down the lovely line of her back and said, The
inflatable plug, J illy. J ust to keep you stretched a little. She relaxed
and heard him murmur his approval.
Peter kissed her belly and spoke against her skin. A bit cold,
honey.
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J illian felt lube being squeezed inside her vagina next and flinched
a little against the chill. They had clearly warmed the lube, but she
was so hot and slick that it felt cold.
Take a deep breath, J illy, Peter urged.
J illian opened her mouth, intending to question him, when she felt
something hard push at her entrance. Holy shit, it felt bigger than it
looked. They had chosen biggest dildo of the two she had set out. Of
course they had. But Peter had lubed her as well as the toy, so while it
would stretch her, she wouldnt tear. J illian relaxed and let him fill
her. The butt plug began to inflate, and just when J illian would have
screamed at the fullness, it stopped. They knew how much she could
take, somehow. J illian stood, suspended in time, adjusting to the
double penetration, senses heightened, when the flogger came down
on her ass. It didnt hurt, hardly connected, but the touch of it coupled
with everything else pulled a loud whimper from her.
The strokes increased in tempo and weight, now stinging, never
predictable in where they landed. Her ass, her back, and her thighs
sang with sensation. When the strokes began to fall over her chest and
belly, J illian actually arched into them. Who knew that she would like
this kind of thing? Something started to build deep inside her, and the
flogger kissed her nipples with an erotic sting, again and again. The
dildo was pulled out of her and pushed back in, matching the rhythm
of the floggers caress, and suddenly J illian went over, without
clitoral stimulation. Her orgasm rolled through and over her in waves
as the thrust with the dildo diminished in urgency and the flogger left
off. The moans and pants must be hers, and they echoed in her ears.
J illian sagged in her bonds and felt Sean, scented him, a faint hint of
sandalwood pairing with healthy male sweat. He pulled her against
him, her naked body slippery with her own perspiration against his
muscular chest. He kissed her sweetly and licked down her neck,
gathering the salty taste of her, then sucked hard at the base of her
throat while Peter pressed her clit, and J illian, incredibly, drew up to
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her toes in another shivering climax. Enough, she was going to die
from it.
She felt the ropes being removed from her wrists and ankles and
was lowered onto the bed where both men snuggled her, running their
hands down her body. The dildo was removed, gently, and she heard
it hit the floor with a resounding thud. She was tender, stretched, but
there was no pain. J ust the residual twitches of her orgasms clenching
around the plug. The plug they didnt remove. Huh. Well, that
figured. Sean did have a fascination with assholes, and he was
determined to prepare her. J illian slipped into a light doze, vaguely
aware that something light floated over her to replace the warmth of
the men as they left her side.

* * * *

That was something, Sean commented, as he searched for some
bottled water in the fridge. J illian would need a drink soon, right after
they woke her for the next round. His hard-on was positively
uncomfortable, but he knew the release, when it came, was going to
be spectacular.
Peter leaned against the kitchen counter, stroking his erection
through his boxers. J illy is indeed something. She took me, all of me,
and the way she drank me, holy shit. She deserved the two orgasms
we gave her. And the size of that dildo. Shell be able to take us both
for sure. Yet shes so fucking tight.
Hold your horses, buddy, Sean warned. I get to direct the
show, remember? And the next round stars you and J illian. Not that
youre getting yours again right away. Youll be getting her ready for
me. Because Im taking that ass shortly.
Peter nodded, looking a bit disappointed, and then his face
brightened.
Sean knew that look. Whats up? he asked, warily.
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If you are directing, then I think we should film it, Peter
suggested.
Sean wasnt sure. J illian may have an opinion about that.
Aw cmon. It isnt her say this time. She lost, and on purpose.
We wont save it or burn it to disc or anything. Unless its really hot,
Peter added. And if were doing the domestic, no sex thing for a
couple of days to build her arousal and make her ask us to pleasure
her, we could use some movies to watch.
Sean couldnt resist when Peter put it that way. Okay. But take
really good care of the footage. Because if anyone else sees it, J illian
will leave us, right after she removes our nuts and then kills us.
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Chapter Eight

Cmon, sweetheart, wake up now, crooned a voice in her ear.
J illian muttered and slapped at it, only to jump when a nipple was
pinched. She sat up, indignant, and saw Peter smiling at her from the
foot of the bed, naked and erect. Sean had pulled back and was
smiling, too. He wore boxers and a stupid beret. Oh shit, he was
playing director. This was going to be interesting, but she thought she
would make it a little hard for them. She took a few sips from the
proffered bottle in Seans hand and realized how parched she was.
Probably from all that panting and screaming. They were so
thoughtful, but J illian figured she had had enough
Ive changed my mind. The hanging from the ceiling thing
cancels out the directing thing, Sean. Be fair.
Seans smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed. No dice, babe,
and theres a consequence for protesting, so lets get right to it.
Peter stepped away to reveal the video camera set up on the tripod
at the foot of the bed. Oh no. No, no, no. Not a homemade porn
movie. J illian surged toward the thing and was grabbed up in midair
by Sean, who easily wrestled her flat on the bed. J illian struggled and
flailed to no avail, and Peter helped tie her to the head and footboards.
Turn that off, she gritted through her teeth. Im not being
filmed.
Sorry, babe, but you are. Now shut up or Ill gag you. Wed
much rather hear your screams and moans of joy, but if we have to
Seans voice sounded menacing, and J illian froze.
If anyone sees me like this you are finished in this city. Shit, you
are done in the whole U.S. of A. and surrounding countries, do you
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understand me? she said, quietly and with deadly intent, her
corporate status showing through.
No problem, said Peter cheerily.
J illian longed to slap him silly but contented herself with a glare.
He would lose the next game and then God help him because she
would have no mercy. She watched Sean hold out his hand and Peter
drop something into it. Something that glittered and tinkled. What?
Seans mouth descended over her breast and sucked her nipple hard
into an elongated point. He let go and swiftly placed something on it.
Shit! It pinched and stung, and J illian whimpered, then went quiet as
another, more interesting sensation flowed down to her pussy. Sean
went to work on her other nipple and clamped it, too, then hooked the
chain between them. He smiled naughtily at her and tugged on the
fine links. J illian gasped at the intense feeling, and he tugged it again.
Peter had stepped back behind the camera and was zooming in on her
tender breasts as Sean rubbed a fingertip across the pinched nipples
and tugged the chain. J illian tried to hold back a moan, and Sean
increased his efforts until she verbalized the sensation.
Peter backed the camera off as Sean slid down her belly, pressing
tiny kisses against her, leaving little suck marks behind. He trailed
another chain along with him, one connected to the middle of the
links between each breast. J illian flinched and shivered and moaned
when the chain pooled in her navel and Seans mouth continued to her
wide-open sex. She just knew Peter was filming her spread labia and
dripping opening, and it both titillated and infuriated her. Then Sean
sucked her clit into his mouth, and before she could concentrate on it,
he let go. However, pressure remained, and J illian actually felt her clit
swell out from its protective hood.
What did you put on me? she nearly screamed. What is that?
Sean reached between her legs and tapped her clit. Its a clit clip,
babe, and try saying that fast three times. It will keep your little man
in the boat front and center for what happens next. No hiding from
us.
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J illian gasped for air and threw her head from side to side on the
pillow. She couldnt take much more. Would they stop if she asked
them to? Yes, they would. She knew it. Did she really want them to
stop? The room fell silent, and she opened her eyes to see Sean, Peter,
and the video camera focused on her pussy. Liquid flowed, and she
closed her eyes again. This was so hot, but so exposing. Sean and
Peter conversed, and Peter then came to slide two pillows under her to
elevate her hips as Sean slid her ankle restraints further up the
footboard. They surveyed her position, and Peter returned to situate
her head more comfortably.
Sean made a show of settling his beret on his head, and, with
considerable mirth, called, Action, places.
Peter came to lay beside her, the curved dildo in his hand, and
pressed a kiss on either of her distended, aching nipples, then whipped
his tongue across them. J illian whimpered and mewled, clenching her
hands on the rope. It was too much, but she wanted more. Peter
tugged the chain in concert with his ministrations to her breasts and
then licked his way down her body. When he was level with her
pussy, he pulled his head back to make sure the camera got everything
and began to push the dildo into her. He pushed it a few inches in and
then pulled it out. In and out, deeper and deeper. J illians hips thrust
and rocked as much as she was capable of against the restraints and
tugged the chain with her movements. Her clit throbbed, her nipples
screamed for release, and then the curved end of the toy pressed her
G-spot. Moisture flowed and gushed from her to coat the dildo and
Peters hand following her vaginal orgasm, and she cried out loudly.
The nipple clamps were then released, pushing her into another spasm
before she could come down from the first. J illian panted and shook.
And cut.
J illian pried her eyes open at Seans calm comment, but his tense,
aroused features belied his tone, and his eyes were so dark with
arousal that they were just this side of black. Peters cock thrust
insistently against her hip, smearing moisture from the tip. Sean
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handed him the water bottle, and Peter propped her head up to allow
her to swallow with no fear of choking. She drank most of it down
then let her head fall back.
Ready to go, babe? Sean asked.
What? No! J illian insisted.
Well, I am, and its my scene next.
J illian closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing. I need a few
minutes, Sean, and get that thing off of my clit.
The clip stays on, honey, Peter assured her. Your consequence
is next. Ready?
But the nipple pinching! That was a consequence! J illian
protested.
Nope, Peter said in that evil, cheery voice he had adopted. That
was because weve neglected those babies and you seem to be able to
come when they get involved in our playtime.
Good grief, you perverts, she mumbled. I need a little time
here.
Action!
Peter removed the pillows from under her head and shoulders and
tugged her a little further down the bed so that there was no play in
the rope that held her wrists. He adjusted the ankle restraints further
up the footboard so that she was almost in the splits, her ass hoisted
on the pillow beneath her. She felt even more open and exposed, and
the moisture between her legs now dripped down the crack of her
buttocks. Sean called for Peter to step away as he obviously wanted to
focus on this new position and immortalize her for Gynecologist
Weekly. It felt kind of exciting.
Peter squirmed up between her upraised thighs and stroked her
sex. He avoided her clit but familiarized himself with every fold,
nook, and cranny, spreading the moisture around, delving into her
opening and then sliding back to her anus where the butt plug
protruded. Sean appeared beside her, the camcorder in hand as he
took close-ups of Peters busy fingers, she was sure. When Peter
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lowered his head to lap at her, Sean leaned in to get that on film, too,
and J illian closed her eyes against the thought of what they were
seeing and preserving. Besides, Peter was really good at this, and
maybe another orgasm wasnt the worst thing in the world, except he
wasnt touching her clit despite her little wiggles to encourage him.
Slap. J illian shrieked. Slap. Peter was spanking her pussy! It felt
amazing, arousing. Her clit stood further at attention as she reached
for climax, only to have him stop. He pressed a last openmouthed kiss
on her and pulled away. J illian ground her teeth as Sean zoomed in
for another close-up. Peter then unfastened her ankles, rubbing them
gently and stretching her calves up to allow the muscles to adjust. He
flipped her on her stomach and added another pillow so that she was
pretty much on her knees, chest on the mattress, legs splayed, her
hands still tied.
Leave your legs wide open like this, honey, and dont move, or
well get creative with you and it wont be so comfortable, advised
Peter.
There was an ominous silence behind her, and she tried to squint
over her shoulder but was unable to figure out what they were doing.
She wriggled a little to see if she could rub her clit on the pillow, but
Peter had created some kind of little hollow there to thwart her.
J illians temper began to rise, and she opened her mouth to share her
thoughts when the crinkle of foil dissuaded her. Someone was going
to fuck her. Okay then.
Seans voice sounded. You know, I dont think Ill need a
condom for this, babe. Im clean, and I know you are.
J illian quickly replied, Use a condom, Sean. I dont want to get
pregnant.
Both men laughed.
You wont get pregnant where Im putting my cock, sugar,
chortled Sean.
Oh crap, this was it then. He was going to fuck her ass and tape
the whole process. She waited for the plug to be pulled out, but
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instead the paddle came down on her raised buttocks. Wow, it stung.
Again and again it fell, falling where Sean directed Peter to apply the
blows. It shouldnt have appealed, but, like the flogging, J illians
bottom tried to follow the paddle, pushing back against it. The plug
created blooming pain/pleasure splinters in her bowels and at her
anus. Her buttocks heated and swelled, the warmth flowing down into
her pussy, still wet from her previous exertions. Peter paused for a
moment, and she felt lubricant on her anus as he twisted and thrust the
plug to spread the slippery substance, then resumed with the paddle.
J illian began to beg and plead for release, hardly recognizing her
own voice. She felt the butt plug pulled out, and then something
bigger and velvety caressed her anus. Sean pushed into her, and J illian
pushed back, whimpering as the huge head popped through the tight
muscle. Sean waited for her to adjust, murmuring endearments and
stroking down her spine. He told her how beautiful her ass looked, all
rosy and pink, and how hot it felt against him. He pushed in deeper,
and nerve endings the plug had never stimulated burst into feeling. It
burned, it hurt, but it felt something else, too, and J illian pushed back
hard, feeling his groin slap against her buttocks.
Fuck, babe, slow down. I dont want to hurt you, groaned Sean.
He really wants to ream you, J illy, offered Peter, but its too
soon for that.
J illian could barely process the words. She was too busy just
feeling. Sean began to withdraw then forge ahead. With each stroke,
he pulled back almost to her opening until he was nearly out of her
body, then he pushed back in hard. Her orgasm began to climb, and if
she could only touch her clit, she would go up in smoke. It didnt
matter if Sean got his. She was going to chew this one up. She was
due.
Peter untied her hands, and Sean pulled her up to a nearly vertical
position against his chest. His cock felt even bigger inside her, and
J illian sucked air.
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Sean turned with her to lie back on the bed against the pillows,
now holding her wrists, crisscrossed at her waist. Peter reached to
bend and spread her legs and laid them over Seans. He looped two
ties around her thighs and secured her to Seans widespread legs.
Something different, J illy, he advised. Dont move, or we
wont let you come.
J illian sure wanted to come. She didnt know if her clit would ever
go back to normal again, and Sean felt like a big old log up inside of
her. Peter had repositioned the camera at an angle. Then he took a
position on the other side. J illian gaped at the strap coiled in his hand
and began to shake when he smiled at her.
What are you doing? Peter, please!
Sean held her tightly and groaned, Peter, get on with it. She is so
fucking tight that Im going to blow on the first clench.
Peter snapped the fabric strap over J illians pussy, connecting
with her clit and stretched pussy lips. J illian lost count as Sean rocked
her forward into the blows. Her orgasm fractured without warning,
and her vagina clasped at nothing while her anus bore down on Seans
erection. Peter snatched at the clip, and her clit popped out, pushing
her up and over again. Sean shouted something incomprehensible in
her ear, and she actually felt the hot spurts of his cum bathing her
innards as she sprawled, boneless against him.
Cut, Sean whispered.
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Chapter Nine

J illian scowled at Sean and Peter, who appeared not to notice her
fit of pique. This was day three, and they were ignoring her. Well, not
exactly ignoring her. They bathed her and gave her a beautiful silk
robe in her favorite colour to wear. It clearly had been purchased with
her in mind, although it was short and probably a size too small.
J illian knew they wanted to see every curve outlined and be able to
see her legs clear up to her wazoo. Sitting was an exercise in caution,
and she knew they liked that the best as they strained to catch a
glimpse of her pussy and ass. So why werent they taking advantage
of her nakedness and fucking her senseless? Day one had spilled into
day two with the porn-film experiment, but since then it had all been
sweetness and light. J illian fought the urge to grind her teeth together.
Every time she accidentally brushed against one or the other or
forgot to keep her robe tied closed, they smiled and patted her or
chucked her chin. It was making her nuts. They wore boxers or
sweats, and she drooled over their manly chests and dreamed of what
was covered.
She slept between them at night, and also during nap time.
Naptime, for Christs sake, like she was fucking two years old!
Although sandwiched between their muscular forms was hardly
preschool, and J illian felt so protected and warm. She slept better than
she had ever slept, and her dreams were sunny. No thoughts or
worries about work intruded, and it felt like a staycation. If only the
boys would make use of their evening or morning wood. Instead, they
cuddled her and gave her chaste good-night kisses and leapt out of
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bed in the morning to fetch her coffee or run a tub. How could she
complain? But she wanted to.
Peter proved he could cook, and Sean also took his turn in the
kitchen. They even seemed to know her favorite food. They did
laundry, although she still hadnt seen her clothes. The sheets and
towels were folded and stored away, and she even saw Peter ironing.
She was pampered and didnt have to lift a finger. Or spread her legs.
Sean sequestered himself in the den for a couple of hours, but Peter
made her the center of his attention. When Peter spent time in the den,
Sean hung out with her. They didnt talk shop but discussed most
everything else under the sun. She felt she got to know them even
better.
They gave her massages that turned her into a boneless creation of
bliss, but even the inclusion of massaging her most intimate places
didnt appear to incite them. J illian knew they were experiencing
massive erections, but they kept them away from her. It didnt make
sense, and she hated it when she couldnt figure out a problem. A tiny
voice in her head suggested they were tired of her and didnt know
how to ask her to leave without hurting her feelings or creating an
awkward situation at work next week. J illian dismissed that thought.
Sean wouldnt spare her feelings. Hed just show her the door,
regardless of how Peter felt about it. Or he would leave her with
Peter.
She was tired of Scrabble and Checkers and wasnt going to play
one more round of poker, unless it was of the strip variety. Peter
actually suggested Monopoly, and she pouted so effectively that he
threw up his hands and stalked off to make a huge pitcher of sangria.
The tasty wine beverage had cooled her temper, and she felt a twist of
guilt that she had been unkind. If it werent for the fact that she was
unbelievably horny, J illian could marvel at how absolutely wonderful
her guys were being. Maybe she craved rotten treatment. No, just
dominant, kinky sex, at least until she had her fill.
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On day four they ate lunch a bit early, and J illian suspected it was
because of her bitchiness, although she had tried to manage it better
after pushing Peter. No matter, she was going to ask for what she
wanted, seeing as the subtle approach wasnt working. If they denied
her, she would make them tell her what was happening, or shed call a
cab and go home in her tight, short, beautiful silk robe.
Sean stretched as he turned from stacking the dishwasher. J illian
was already curled up on the couch, not allowed to help clean up after
an amazing salmon feast. She eyed his chest as the muscles flexed and
slid under his skin. Peter was wiping down the counter, and his ass
looked amazing from her perspective. Her nipples beaded, and
moisture dampened her folds. She gathered her courage to put it out
there as soon as they joined her in the living room. No more watching
inane television, despite the domestic, warm feelings she got from
their company.
I think Ill shave your pussy, babe, Sean announced.
J illian almost swallowed her tongue. Excuse me? she managed.
He pulled her up from the couch and hugged her to him, lowering
his lips to her ear. Shave. Your. Pussy.
Thats what I thought you said, she stuttered. I usually get
waxed at the salon. I havent had a chance to go recently, what with
work being so crazy the last few months and being here, all week.
She was fuming inside. If Sean had been turned off by pubic hair,
he could go fuck himself. How dare he make her feel unattractive!
Sean held her fast and stared into her eyes. I dont give a shit if
you have hair from your ankles to your belly, J illian. All of you
appeals to me. I just want to shave your pussy, so Im going to. Any
questions? Or do you want me to convince you?
J illian shook her head and said nothing. Holy crap. Sean wouldnt
tolerate her being less than satisfied with herself.
Peter called from the bathroom, Anytime! People to see, people
to do!
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Oh Christ, it was the cheery Peter. That was when the dark side
showed through. Her vagina clenched in anticipation, and J illian
meekly followed Sean down the hallway. Peter had a towel spread on
the long counter in the guest bathroom, and the track lighting focused
down on it. A can of shaving cream and a straight razor sat on the
back of the toilet. J illian faltered at the sight of the razor, but Sean
pushed her ahead and into Peters arms.
I shave with a straight razor, babe, he drawled, and Ive never
cut myself yet. All you have to do is stay still.
Peter opened the tie to her robe and pulled it off her body. He
lifted her to sit on the towel and angled the wing of the mirror so she
could see her pussy folds. The hair was definitely fuller. Sean had
better know what he was doing. Peter eased her back against his
chest, standing at the end of the counter, and Sean pulled her thighs
further apart, positioning her to his liking. He took the steaming
washcloth Peter had set to soak in the sink and wrung most of the
water out. He pressed it against her pussy, and J illian jerked.
If you dont want to lose something important, babe, Id suggest
you concentrate on holding still, Sean advised.
He pumped shaving cream into his hand and liberally applied it to
her mound and outer lips. Then he took a shaving brush and spread
the cream around, using slow, lascivious strokes. J illian moaned and
closed her eyes.
Peter pinched a nipple, and her eyes flew open. She caught his
look in the mirror and understood he wanted her to watch, just as he
was watching. Sean picked up the straight razor, and, with short, even
strokes, removed all of her pubic hair. He spread and stretched her
labia as he did so, and J illian held herself rigid. The intimacy of the
grooming and the fact that she could see everything made her hotter.
When Sean moved to rinse the razor, J illian bemoaned the loss of his
digits. Peter gathered her up and stood her in the tub, legs apart, then
grabbed the handheld showerhead.
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Gather your hair up and hold it on top of your head, he ordered.
Dont let it get wet. There was no need to add an or else. J illian
knew that tone.
Peter turned on the showerhead and began to rinse her pussy off.
The water ran cold at first, and she shrieked and tried to dance away,
only to feel Sean smacking her ass to move her back to her former
stance. The warming of the water coaxed her clit out, and Peter turned
the setting to jet and chased her clit as her pelvis undulated to keep it
out of the direct line of fire. Some of her hair fell to her shoulders, and
Peters eyes darkened. J illian tried to back up and met the flat of
Seans hand again. She resigned herself to a consequence.
Peter turned her to face the wall and pushed the showerhead up
against her pussy, alternating between her opening and her clit. J illian
spread her legs for more, and the jet of water assaulted her anus. The
stimulation had her clenching and gyrating, and Sean began to smack
her buttocks harder, the spanking way more intense because of her
wet flesh. Peter unerringly forced the water up her vagina just as he
pressed her clit with his other hand and Sean clapped her really hard
right over her anus. J illian climaxed and nearly fell headfirst in the tub
before Sean grabbed her and hauled her out. She stood on the mat,
head down and quivering. Intense.
She asked quietly, What was that about?
Peter lifted her head with a finger under her chin. That was for
teasing us these past three days and for not just asking for what you
want. Part of this relationship is about you opening up and telling us,
using your words, honey.
J illian heard the plural and the word relationship. Two men and
her. In a relationship. Not just a week of hot, kinky sex. Well, a night,
one really full day, and the water sports. But a relationship with them
both? Probably not. Not PC and certainly not in accordance with her
family values.
I cant say I want to hear the R-word, Peter, she told him.
Sean snorted and walked out of the room.
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Peter sighed. Sean figured you wouldnt, although I had
hopedCmon. Sean will have our entertainment set up by now, and
we should make some popcorn.
J illian reached for her robe, but Peter shook his head. Back to
naked J illian. Maybe that was good, although she knew Peter wasnt
happy with her and the fact that Sean had anticipated her denial might
not prove to be pleasant. She let Peter lead her back to the kitchen,
though, and helped him choose the microwave popcorn, opting for
lots of butter and salt. Sean was fussing with the DVD player.
What are we doing? she ventured.
Watching a movie, Peter said shortly.
J illian impulsively hugged him, snuggling into his hard chest. His
big arms came around her automatically, and his head dropped to seat
his chin on the crown of her head.
Dont be cross, Peter, she whispered. I dont want to hurt you,
but Im scared shitless of getting hurt myself.
Peter squeezed her. I know, honey, but Ive waited a long time to
get this close to you, and I guess Ive been thinking ahead when you
are just getting used to things. You can trust us, J illian. Now and
later.
Sean interrupted them. Come and watch the movie, J illian. It
might shed some light on the R-word.
J illian cuddled between the two men and watched for the opening
credits to see if it was an action or comedy flick. Probably action, she
decided. Cheesy music blared from the speakers, and then a bed came
into view. A bed with a red satin sheet and her on it, naked and
spread. J illian lunged for the remote, but Sean held it out of reach and
Peter wrapped her up in his arms.
So thats what you were doing in the den, you pervs, she spat.
Editing and putting that filth to music. Did you put it on YouTube,
too?
Peter rocked her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. We
would never do that to you, J illy. We share, but only with one
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another. I had to jerk off twice when I viewed the DVD Sean burned
from recording us, and probably Sean did, too.
Three times, Sean growled, staring at her.
Anyway, were going to show you how beautiful you are, how
passionate, and how you complete us. Youll watch with us, and if
you close your eyes, well arouse you but wont let you come until
you agree to watch it again. The pause button is a great invention. We
can do this forever.
J illian huffed and gave them both her best death glare, then caved
to the inevitable. If it became too much, humiliating or gross, shed
puke her nice salmon lunch up all over them both.
Sean pressed play, and against her will, J illian watched in
fascination as her special bits were clamped and the chain shimmered
against her flesh. The graphic pussy shots she dreaded were muted
somehow and actually quite beautiful. She could witness how aroused
the men made her and could now see the details of what her men saw.
Moreover, she could see how her sexuality affected them, something
she wasnt always able to do because they distracted her with
sensation. J illian marveled at how her skin pinked under the paddle,
although she thought the butt plug wasnt attractive, peeking out
between her buttocks. The sight of Sean taking her ass and losing
himself in her had her wishing for instant replay, and J illian thought
having her pussy spanked might rank quite high on her list of
pleasures.
J illian saw the deep feeling on Peters face on the screen that lust
couldnt mask, and Seans fleeting wistfulness when Peter touched
her with love and she responded in kind. The crappy porn music track
aside, any editing done had been to smooth out the rough edges and
not allow her to be presented in a humiliating manner. They let her
see them, for real, and she could only begin to appreciate the risk that
Sean, in particular, took by doing so. J illians eyes filled with tears,
and they spilled soundlessly down her face, splashing on her breasts.
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Sean pulled her away from Peter and into his arms, hushing her
against his chest and pressing kisses on her hair. When she settled, he
stood with her still clutched to his chest and made his way down the
hall, Peter following and looking anxious. Sean laid her on the bed
and shucked his clothes, then followed her down. Peter climbed up on
her other side, already naked. They kissed, stroked, and caressed her,
touching every inch they could reach, and J illian went from tears to
shudders of arousal. Neither man paid any particular attention to any
specific body part, nor did they concentrate on her erogenous zones,
but moisture built between her legs, and her nipples hardened into
points. She heard the crinkle of foil, and then she was pulled to face
Sean and his sheathed erection pushed against her opening, inching
inexorably inside. He pushed in until she could feel his silky balls
bump against her. Peter then began to lubricate her anus, first circling
the rosebud with his fingertips then pushing one, then two inside,
wiggling and scissoring the digits. J illian relaxed and let him stretch
her as Sean held still and breathed slowly against the top of her head,
fitting her face into the hollow of his throat. Peters lubricated cock
pushed past her muscle and fairly glided deep into her. The fullness of
being stretched and filled by two big cocks stole J illys breath and
created flashes of red behind her eyelids.
Okay, babe? Sean asked.
Do something, she gasped. Move or something. I feel like Im
going to explode.
Sean pulled back and then thrust forward. Peter retreated as he did
so. They built the same rhythm, over and over, but with increasing
intensity and force. J illian grabbed onto Sean and keened into his
shoulder as her world began to spin and splinter apart. Sean and Peter
paused then surged to penetrate her deeply at the same time. She
clenched so hard she could feel the shape and circumference of both
cockheads even through Seans condom, separated as they were by
such a thin membrane. The heat from Peters ejaculate followed by
Seans roar of release, coupled with the intense fullness and
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stretching, pushed her up and up, flying apart as she went. Then she
fell back down and slipped into the welcoming dark.

* * * *

Sean looked at Peter over their womans unconscious form,
surreptitiously touching her throat for a pulse. Just in case. Another
first, Peter. We fucked a woman, our woman, into oblivion. God, she
is so special. Do you think she knows what we want?
Peter nodded back at Sean. She knows. At least her heart does.
Her brain is what we need to keep from being front and center. Our
J illy is smart, and shes relied on her brain a long time and forgotten
that its not the most important thing. We cant let her think too much,
but we are earning her trust. Oh, and Sean, shes still breathing. I can
feel it around my cock.
Sean smiled. Well let her sleep tonight, but tomorrow morning
will start off with a bang. Or two.
Peter pulled out of J illy and went toward the bathroom. Sean
smiled to himself. Peter was positively tottering. But then, he was
pretty whipped himself. Peter came back with a warm cloth to cleanse
J illy, and Sean again smiled to himself when she didnt stir. Sean
disposed of the condom and thought hard.
What? asked Peter.
What if we knock her up, Peter? Sean suggested.
Holy fuck, Sean. Dont get ahead of ourselves here.
J ust a thought, Sean grumbled.
Peter flipped off the light and slid in beside J illy, wrestling with
Sean to hold a part of her close. Sean hauled a light cover over them
all, and Peter dropped off, beginning to snore lightly. Sean lay awake
for a while. Sean had it bad but needed to show it and tell J illy, over
and over. He was so bad with words in these situations, especially
considering the fact that he was a lawyer! But she was still going to
question how having two men in her life would work, so she had to be
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totally convinced that it would. If the relationship had its foundation
in love, J illy would be hard-pressed to refuse.
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Chapter Ten

J illian awoke to an insistent tongue on her naked pussy. She lay
still for a few moments, just enjoying the sensation and trying to
decide if it was Sean or Peter between her thighs. The tongue stabbed
into her vagina clear up to her cervix, and J illian smiled. Sean. She
spread her legs wider to give him better access, amazed to find that
she wasnt restrained, so reached down to stroke his soft pate. He
didnt stop his attentions, and the familiar coil of desire built, her clit
beginning to throb, her vagina clenching around his stabbing, swirling
tongue. She came in a rush, and Sean sucked her clit into his mouth,
pushing her higher and then over again. God, it was too much. She
begged and pleaded with him to stop, yet held him to her. Finally, he
withdrew his face and rose up to loom over her, his chin and cheeks
wet with her. She couldnt read his eyes, as dark and deep as they
were, but the emotion scared her a little as he settled his lips over hers
and pushed his cock up inside her at the same time, like her opening
had a homing beacon in it. Sean tasted like her, mingled with his own
hot taste, and she reveled in his kiss, sucking his tongue into her
mouth, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly. This was what
she craved, the closeness, the sense of being one. The other stuff, the
kink, was amazing, and she wanted to try everything they could come
up with and maybe some things she might think of, but this felt so
good, so right.
Sean rocked in and out, back and forth, and J illians hips met his
rhythm. She briefly wondered where Peter was and then concentrated
on this time with Sean. This side of him, the slow, gentle, caring
lover. No, that wasnt right. Sean was always caring. No matter how
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demanding he was, he took care with her. This was making love, not
fucking. It should have bothered her, especially because Peter wasnt
part of this, but it didnt. Sean began to thrust more insistently, and
J illian angled her vagina and used her muscles to give him the best
pleasure she knew how to provide. He came with a low, painful
groan, and she clenched harder, holding him as close as she could.

* * * *

Sean didnt dare let J illian see his face. He actually had tears in
his eyes. She hadnt come. Sure, hed made certain she got hers
before he fucked her, but still, well, she just let him take his release
and wrapped him up. Not fucking, no, this was different, and he knew
she was feeling it, too. Before, he and Peter had given, although they
took back, but J illian seemed quite okay with just giving. He rolled
off of her and pulled her on top of him, ceding his alpha position
without a qualm. She held his face between her hands and pressed a
kiss on his nose, then nipped it.
Eeow! he yelped. What was that for?
Because I wanted to. J illian smiled as she slithered off and onto
the floor. Gotta pee.
Sean lay there and listened to her slam the bathroom door. He was
smiling so wide his cheeks actually hurt.
So? asked Peter from the doorway.
Sean sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Didnt I
say shes a keeper?
Uh-huh, Peter answered. And does J illy understand that for
sure?
Sean looked away.
Aww buddy, moaned Peter. Didnt you tell her how you felt
and reiterate what we want?
Sean stood and went to the trash can to dispose of the condom, his
back to Peter. I showed her. She knows.
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For fucks sake, Peter muttered and headed into the bathroom.
The door slammed again, and Sean looked at it longingly. He
scraped his hands over his face. Peter could tell J illian. He personally
was a showing kind of guy. He would make breakfast for them all and
feed J illian. Peter had stocked up with many kinds of canned and
frozen food in anticipation of having J illian over, but not so much
fresh stuff. Sean would head out to the market down the street and
pick up some goodies. He didnt care if he looked domesticated. His
woman had needs other than her carnal ones.

* * * *

J illian faced Peter with her hands on her hips. Sheesh, Peter, I
thought a closed bathroom door indicated a need for privacy. I was
about to shower.
Ill help, offered Peter.
J illian sighed. She would get clean only to have to shower again.
Oh, the price she had to pay. Poor her. Okay.
Peter adjusted the water temperature and helped her step inside,
then pulled off his boxers and followed her in. He tenderly soaped and
washed her all over, taking only a little extra time on her tasty bits,
and then washed and conditioned her hair. J illian reached for the
safety razor beside the bar of soap, and he plucked it from her hand,
raising her arms one at a time to shave the fuzz in her armpits, then
knelt at her feet to glide the razor over her legs. He grinned up at her,
the water running over his face and beading in his eyelashes.
Spread your legs a little, honey, he suggested.
J illian complied, and Peter made a show of inspecting her labia
and mound for any hair growth that might have sprouted overnight,
running the razor suggestively over her, then poking the plastic end
just up inside her. J illian went to her tippy-toes and shrieked. The
water began to run cool, and Peter quickly stood to shut it off and
wrap her up in a big towel, effectively cocooning her. He swept her
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up and fumbled with the door handle but managed to carry her to the
bed without incident, rolling her out of the towel and onto the sheet
still rumpled from the sex with Sean. Peter followed her down,
synching his body with hers, pressing his forehead against hers,
peering down into her eyes. They stared at one another for what
seemed like an eternity until J illian tried to look away.
Dont, Peter said softly. Dont deny this, J illy. I love you,
honey. I want you with us always.
J illian closed her eyes, only to open them as Peter surged his hips
forward and entered her, then held still, his erection pulsing deep
within her. He felt so warm, so good. The last time he had held still
within her like this had been the time hed extracted the promise. She
shook her head.
Im not saying anything to get you to fuck me, Peter. I wont tell
you something so special when you are eight inches deep inside of me
and I want to come so badly I could scream.
Peter smiled down at her and began to thrust. I love you, honey.
Love you. Ill say it at breakfast, in the car, at the office, watching a
movie, when youre pissed at me or me at you, while were making
love, while were fucking
J illian pressed a finger against his mouth. Okay, Peter, I believe
you. Her voice became strained as he pivoted and pushed against
that special spot high inside her. We need to talk, and we will, but
not now. Please
Peter moved faster and harder against her, and J illian marveled at
his texture, his heat, and his skill. He felt different, somehow. Her clit
surged to grind against the base of his cock, against the crinkly hair
there and spoke loudly to her. She held Peter closely, her legs crossed
at the ankles behind his back, heels drumming on his buttocks. She
twisted her fingers in his hair and hung on as he drove deep twice
more, bumping her cervix and scraping her G-spot. J illian came as he
did and felt the outpouring heat of his coming seared her soul.
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They realized at the same instant that Peter had not donned a
condom, to judge by the look on his face. He looked panicked. J illian
pushed out from under him and rushed off to cleanse herself. Peter
followed her into the bathroom. J illian crouched in the tub, as it
slowly filled with water and looked up at him.
Baby, Im sorry, he managed. Do you know where you are in
your cycle? Could it be safe?
J illian took a calming breath. Get me a calendar, Mr. Quality
Control, she ordered.

* * * *

Sean was coming in the front door, laden with several sacks, when
he nearly ran into a nude, wild-eyed Peter.
What the fuck? Sean nearly shouted. Are we playing again?
Uh, nope, just getting J illian something she needs right now.
Seans eyes narrowed. Whats going on?
Not now, Sean, I need to get it. Right fucking now.
Sean watched Peters naked ass disappear into the den. He
dropped the groceries on the counter and stalked down the hall in
search of his woman. He found her crouching in the tub, obviously in
a temper, but with something else showing on her face. Something
that he didnt like or ever want to see. J illy was scared. Peter couldnt
have done this to her. He wouldnt hurt or scare her. What the hell?
Babe? he said gently, moving to sit on the edge of the tub.
J illian, are you okay?
J illian pushed his outstretched hand away. Why the fuck do
people ask that when its obviously not okay? Like when somebody
gets hit by a bus. Are you okay? How fucking stupid is that?
Sean fought the upsurge of his dominant side, his hand itching to
spank J illys ass red until she stopped with the lip and explained
herself.
J illian, he tried, in his deeper, Dom voice, what is going on?
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She gestured at Peter, who was standing in the bathroom, planner
in hand, looking pale and worried.
Ask Mr. Spontaneous there. So much for quality control! Give
me that.
Peter handed her his device, clearly anxious about the proximity
of the water in the tub to his work lifeline.
Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on here! Sean
demanded.
Peter stared at him then shrugged. I forgot to use a condom.
Sean surged up and took Peter down into the opposite wall,
driving a fist into his chin. It was hard to fight in such relatively close
quarters, and fighting with a naked man was pretty weird, but Sean
was going to beat the shit out of Peter and present the bloodied body
to J illian as a consolation prize. It was his idea! His! He, Sean, wanted
to give J illian a baby, and Peter got there first. Ice-cold water poured
over them both, cooling Seans ire quickly. He sputtered and gave
Peter one more shot to the gut before rolling away to hold his hand
before his face. Peter drove an elbow into Seans now-exposed cheek
in retaliation and then subsided against the renewed blast of water
from the showerhead in J illians hand.
Are you both nuts? she screamed, standing naked in the tub, her
fiery tresses flowing around her shoulders, her breasts outthrust in
indignation. Sean could see up between her legs, and he hardened
instantly despite the cold, clammy clothing that encased his erection.
I might be pregnant in the middle of the best years of my career,
and you two are fighting like animals! Get out of this bathroom now,
and lock that goddamn door behind you. Get civil before I come out
because we sure as shit have some things to talk about, she ordered.
Sean found himself standing and moving out the door before he
could give things any further thought. Peter hauled his sorry ass up
and limped after him. The lock engaged as the door shut.
Get dressed, and Ill see you in the kitchen, Sean told Peter,
who simply nodded.
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Sean stormed into the other bathroom and stripped off the fresh
set of clothes he had worn to the market, finding an old pair of sweats
to pull over his still-erect cock. Christ, that woman just did it for him.
She had been so furious and so hot. He had wanted to sit her on the
vanity and pump himself into her so hard she would have felt him in
her throat. In the meantime, he and his best friend were going to have
that talk.
Peter wandered into the kitchen where Sean was pouring coffee. A
mug was shoved at him, and he grabbed it and then collapsed on a
stool by the breakfast bar. By then Sean had cooled down. A little.
Explain.
Peter nodded. I was bugged that you didnt tell J illian that you
loved her and wanted her to stay with us, so I went to tell her again
myself. I didnt want her to cool off. Im more than pussy whipped,
Sean. Im terrified that she wont accept us both. And she needs both
of us. Id back off and out if I thought it was the right thing and see
the two of you together, but
Sean waved his hand in an abrupt gesture. I know, buddy,
although I dont know if I could be as magnanimous as you. Id take
her for myself in a heartbeat, but she does indeed want and need us
both. But that doesnt explain why you fucked our woman without a
condom! Seans voice rose as he completed his statement, and Peter
winced.
I hope I didnt do it on purpose, although when you talked about
knocking her up last night, well, I want J illy to have our kids. But
while it might have been a subconscious, me first kind of thing, I
honestly didnt mean to do it overtly. Really, Sean. I bathed her, took
her to bed, she pushed back on my proclamation of love, and I kind of
used sex to push back and see if she would say it.
So you showed and told, Peter, Sean said, and there was a hint
of amusement in his tone. And did she say it?
No, Peter mourned. Although she said we all needed to talk,
right after I did her again. So I was pretty pumped about having that
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talk, and I screwed her, and it was great, and then we realizedI feel
like Im maybe fifteen years old here.
Okay. Sean thought for a moment. Im still going to beat the
shit out of you when your champion isnt around, but well wait and
see what J illy has to say. If she thinks she could be pregnant, Im
going to fuck her bareback, too. That way we wont know who
knocked her up. If she isnt, youll grovel and Ill console her, and
then well play a few bedtime games after breakfast. I thought of
some ideas when she was standing in the shower like that.
Peter smiled around his bruised lip. Yeah, that was hot. And we
cant let her be so bossy with us. But you forgot one thing, Sean.
Well know who fathered the baby when its born. It will probably
look like its father, and well have to do DNA testing for health
reasons and stuff.
It doesnt matter, growled Sean. J illy wont know until then
who the dad is, and I want my chance, too.
And what about J illian? came a poisonously sweet voice from
the hallway. Doesnt she get a choice in this life-changing event?
Both Peter and Sean jumped to their feet, slopping coffee every
which way.
Sean recovered first. Were moving pretty fast, babe, but it
doesnt matter. You belong to both of us, and weve already talked
about playing us off against the other. Not going to happen. You and I
are going to get busy if you think Peter did the deed.

* * * *

J illian, wrapped in her robe, stood tall and glared at them. Peter
shivered involuntarily. Boy, was she pissed, and there was going to
hell to pay before Sean got inside of her again, covered or not. And he
would be lucky if his anal orifice didnt feel the toe of her dainty
shoe, let alone anything else she might be thinking of inserting. He
didnt think any amount of explanation, any amount of mind-blowing
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orgasms or the withholding thereof, would convince J illian to let them
have sex with her until she worked her anger through or it burned out.
Then youll have to force me, Sean, she bit out. Im not going
to tell you if I am in my fertile cycle or not. I guess youll just have to
wait nine long fucking months, you bastards.
J illians bottom lip trembled, and then her face crumpled and she
began to sob emotionally, the tears flooding over her cheeks. Peter got
to her first, ignoring her pummeling fists as he gathered her up and
crossed the room to cuddle with her on the couch. Once again Sean
had missed the point. He had gotten right up to the heart of the matter
and then fucked up. Moreover, he clearly knew it, standing over them
with remorse written all over his face, fists clenching, feet shuffling.
J illian, sweetheart, Im so sorry, Peter repeated, over and over.
It will be okay, I promise. Well work it out. You will still have your
career because youll have two husbands to help you through it if
youre pregnant. Heck, Ill stay home with the baby, and Sean can
stay home with the second one.
J illian looked up at him, incredulity written all over her face. She
hiccupped. Good God, Peter. How long have the two of you been
planning to, to Words seemed to fail her, and Sean knelt at her
feet, grasping the hand closest to him.
Weve been hoping to connect with you and see if you would
have us for a long time, babe. We didnt know for sure if you could
take us both, accept our kink, but we had such faith. Ive been trying
to tell you that I, well, that I love you. I do. I want to marry you. So
does Peter. Both of us, even if you can only have one husband in this
country.
Or anywhere else, Sean, J illian choked out. I want you both,
and I might just love you both. I dont feel differently about either of
you. But its been so fast. I cant think straight.
Peter kissed the top of her head and cuddled her closer. Could
you be preggers, honey? he asked quietly.
Yes. J illian wouldnt look at him.
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Peter saw Sean stiffen at her feet.
I think I understand that making a baby would have been
something we discussed, right? she asked. This wasnt a way to
push me into a relationship with you, was it?
Sean shook his head. No, although I flirted with the idea, thats
how badly I want you, babe. Then Peter jumped the gun, the son of a
bitch.
So, J illian continued, if, say in two years time, I wanted a baby
and we were together as a threesome, how would we decide who the
father would be?
We wouldnt. The two men spoke as one. Peter gave Sean a
rueful look.
It doesnt matter, J illy, he explained. Any child would belong
to us both as fathers. As far as we know, we are both capable of
making babies, so we would just not practice birth control. It would
happen without choosing, and wed avoid any unnecessary jealousy
or competition. My stupidity has fucked that up, for which I am
eternally sorry. You and Sean have every right to be pissed at me.
J illian pulled out of his grasp, thinking hard. Shit. So its like
roulette. I can wait two weeks to find out, and if not, life goes on as
we know it. Or I catch pregnant and Sean knows he had no part in it,
which will create all sorts of issues. But if Sean does the deed shortly,
and Im not pregnant with your baby, I could still get pregnant with
Seans. I am so going to fix your wagon later, Peter. Its a good thing
I, well, feel that L-word and trust you both. Now give me time to
think.
Peter watched in awe as J illy stormed off. Sean had a similar look
on his face. They silently agreed to follow whatever decision J illy
made, although Peter suspected that Sean had to wrestle with his
temper and was plotting how hard he was going to punch Peter at the
earliest opportunity. Or maybe help J illy do her worst to him.
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Chapter Eleven

Sean and Peter sat drinking beer, watching football on the muted
television. By the way they turned instantly to look at her when she
entered the room, J illian would have bet they hadnt been
concentrating on the game. She stopped in front of them and fixed
them with a stare.
Okay, she announced. Ive thought this through. I believe that
there is such a thing as karma, and what will be will be. This has been
the most insane, amazing few days of my entire life, and I accept that
you both want to be with me, and for the rest of our lives. Be sure,
both of you, because if you fuck me over, I will stalk and harass you
to the absolute best of my ability. Not to mention that the upkeep any
offspring from this relationship will indenture you for the rest of your
miserable lives. And knowing that you will have destroyed me will
live on in your conscience forever and beyond.
Sean and Peter nodded like those bobblehead dolls found on the
dashboard of taxicabs. J illian fought down a hysterical laugh. She had
thought this through from all angles, pushing aside her physical
attraction to them and her developing emotional connection,
considering the future with all her analytical ability. Shit, whom was
she kidding? She was nuts about them both. While Peter had well and
truly screwed up by forgetting to use a condom, J illian knew that he
hadnt done it selfishly, and part of her rejoiced that both these men
were actually pleased with the idea of her bearing their child. She
trusted them to do the right thing. For some crazy reason, all of the
lonely, empty years shed experienced just fell away, and J illian was
ready to embrace the future.
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Sean seemed a little pissed at her ultimatums and promises of a
different nature. She was coming to know him really well, and he
wasnt paying attention. That had to change.
Sean? she asked. This really concerns you, lawyer boy. Ready
to deliver your closing statement? she asked snidely.
At his dark nod, she continued. I am assuming that Peters boys
are going to do the trick if I dont have sex with you, Sean, so you
might want to drop trou and get busy I think it was you said? This
isnt so much a slow and steady wins the race thing, but rather
survival of the fittest.
Hey, Peter protested.

* * * *

Sean scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his erection. Well,
maybe not tripping, but it was preceding him. He swept J illian over
his shoulder, hardly pausing, and called out to Peter to make
breakfast. He nearly threw J illian on the bed and tore open her robe.
For a moment he was transfixed. He hadnt been happy, hearing her
blandishments, seeing as she had said she trusted them and loved
them. But that was J illy. He had mentally added her attitude to the
list, on top of the recent cold-water dousing, and of course her lip
when he was trying to pry the reason for her upset out of her when she
was in the bathtub. It wasnt hard to come up with a number of
infractions where J illy was concerned, and he looked forward to
correcting her. His attention was drawn back at her exasperated sigh.
Shit, she complained. You tore my beautiful robe.
Ill buy you as many more as you want, babe. Now spread your
legs.
She complied, and Sean crawled up between them, his cock
bobbing, smacking his belly, the pre-cum shining at the tip. J illian
licked her lips.
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Uh-uh, babe. This one is for your pussy, and its screaming for
you, so get ready.
Brag, brag, brag, J illy teased and then gasped as he pushed a
finger inside to test her wetness.
You are always so wet for us, babe, so hot and wet, Sean nearly
groaned then shoved his cock in right to the hilt. He froze at the
incredible sensation of no latex between them and fought with all he
had at not blowing right then. When J illy flexed around him, he
pinned her to the mattress with his weight and growled at her.
If you make me come right now, Ill paddle your ass so hard you
wont sit down for a month. Lie still and dont move, he warned.
J illian giggled, and it nearly undid him. Another infraction to add
to the list. He slowly pulled back out, his sensitized shaft dragging on
the walls of her vagina. He gritted his teeth and pinched his eyes shut,
thrusting until he couldnt hold back any longer. She felt so damn
good bareback. He reached down and pinched J illians clit as he
poured himself into her. Her resulting climax milked every last spurt
from his softening cock, and Sean found himself battling tears again.
He settled most of his weight to her side and pressed a kiss on her
cheek, closing his eyes to hide some of his intense emotion.
Im going to have a girl baby.
Seans eyes flew open, and he quailed inside. A girl. Christ, and
all those boys, just like him and Peter, sniffing around their baby girl.
Who would be old enough to date in just a couple of decades. He
couldnt begin to process it. Payback was indeed a bitch.

* * * *

J illy told Peter over breakfast that she would have a baby girl, and
Peter choked on a strawberry. Sean grinned at him mirthlessly. Life
was never going to be boring. With luck, they would survive her.
J illian pushed back from her empty plate, having devoured cream-
cheese French toast with strawberries and maple syrup. She had eaten
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voraciously, claiming that she might be eating for two. Sean and Peter
both hoped it was so and also wished for a respite of a few years.
So, she started, smiling sweetly, I think Ill plan the days
activities. Its day five, after all, and I feel like taking a turn.
Peter nodded wordlessly, taking the dictum like a man. Sean just
smiled at him.
Oh, and Sean? J illy added. Youll be my assistant, but there
will be something in this for you, too.
Seans head came up. What are you talking about, babe? I didnt
do anything.
Theres the little matter of this morning when you were supposed
to profess your undying love for me but instead you had that lovely
dick of yours do the talking. And then theres the fighting with Peter.
Sean shook his head and opened his mouth to talk her out of it, but
she cut him off.
Man up, Sean. Today is my day.
Sean tried to stare her down, chocolate brown meeting turquoise.
Turquoise won, helped by dark-blue eyes narrowing in his direction.
Sean secretly wondered how he could add another infraction to the
list.
And boys? J illian queried. I expect your absolute inventive
best on day six. I really want to have to rest on the final day. So you
might want to start thinking about tomorrow, or maybe taking some
pointers from what I have planned for you today.
Sean saw Peter looking at J illian with arousal and promise. No
doubt the same was reflected in his eyes. J illian simply had no idea
what she had just set herself up for. Sean flirted with the idea of
inviting some like-minded friends over, but an insane wave of
possessiveness boiled over him and he dismissed the thought before it
could even take root. He would have Peter slip out and buy an
interesting little item he had been eyeing for some time, with J illy in
mind. They were both brought out of their fantasy by the slap of
J illians hand on the granite counter.
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Im going to clean up here, she said, halting their protests with
an upraised hand and fierce glance.
Go to the bedroom and put together a fantasy scene. Ill be
awhile here, so that should give you lots of time to piece together
some costumes and rehearse the theme. J ust remember that your role
will be that of sex slaves. I expect my costume to be out in the
hallway so I can put it on before I enter. Im great at improvising.
She chuckled and winked. Sean couldnt believe how hot that got
him and enjoyed the way Peter swallowed with dread.
Oh, and one more thing, she added. Peter, chose a vibrator and
some lube. For Sean. Sean, choose a plug and lube for Peter.

* * * *

Peter and Sean walked toward the master bedroom in slow-
motion. They didnt look at one another. Peter was afraid that Sean
was going to choose the biggest plug and he couldnt refuse. Peter
threw open the closet and motioned to Sean. Sean pointed at the next-
to-large-sized plug, and Peter gratefully grabbed it. He in turn picked
up a slender, vibrating wand that was actually meant for virgin asses.
So, Sean said, what the hell are we going to plan here? Im not
so good at drama.
Peter laughed harshly. You are so excellent at drama, you
fucking Dom.
Sean protested, I havent lived that life for years. Not since you
and I started sharing women together. I havent needed to.
Peters jaw dropped. Another first in the day of all days. His best
friend just confided that their friendship, albeit with a woman between
them, had fulfilled the needs the visits to the fetish club used to meet.
Holy shit!
What? asked Sean defensively.
I care about you, too, buddy.
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We dont have time for any group-hug shit, Peter. What kind of
scene?
Peter couldnt resist. What does a Dominatrix wear at clubs? And
what do sex slaves wear?
Sean closed his eyes as though in pain. Okay. Lets do that. At
least I know what to look for.
The next several minutes were filled with sorting through drawers
and closets, with occasional grunts of mirth. Peter ended up wearing a
pair of too-small red boxers, a gift from a former lover, information
he wouldnt share with J illian, although Sean might. Sean tied a
narrow navy tie around Peters neck, fashioning a loop to attach a belt
to, and out of spite made Peter stuff a pair of socks in the crotch of the
boxers. Wool sweat socks.
Sean wore a pair of Peters pajama pants, black with little blue
saddles on them, and called Peter a pussy for buying them. But they
were the only things that were vaguely close to a BDSM costume and
nearly fit yet called attention to Seans cock. Peter worked hard to
hide a smile at the sight. He tied the pussy strap around Seans upper
arm, wondering if J illian would recognize it. It smelled of her musk
and really turned him on, but better that J illian saw it on Sean instead
of him. He was in enough shit as it was.
Peter unearthed J illys dark pencil skirt and daringly cut it to just
under pussy length. In for a penny, in for a pound. In a pinch he
would blame Sean. Her pretty, blue, lacey bra would work as a top,
and the black hose with matching garter belt and her little pumps
would really complete the outfit. He was getting into this fantasy and
on impulse included a riding crop. She might use it on them, probably
would, but she would certainly be feeling it on her ass tomorrow.

* * * *

J illian hummed as she put food away and stacked the dishwasher,
anything to squelch the desire rising in waves up her body. She was
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going to shower again, both to wash Seans semen from her body and
to make them wait, but she was suffering, too. She had some really
perverted ideas in her head and hoped they had come up with some
costumes that would fit them. It didnt really matter, though, as her
ideas were adjustable. Too much fun.
After a quick shower in the guest bathroom, no hair washing this
time, J illian peeked down the hallway and saw the little pile of clothes
resting in front of the door. She tiptoed over and gathered everything
up, returning to dress in the bathroom. She frowned over the sabotage
of her skirt and really glowered when it didnt even cover her ass
cheeks, but admitted that the effect with the nylons and garter belt
looked pretty hot. Her bra felt constrictive, but she had been naked for
several days now and her boobs were going to be hanging at her waist
without support pretty soon, so she hitched it to be the most comfy
and grabbed the riding crop. If only she had some makeup she would
really look the part of whatever it was they were going for. She bit her
lips until they reddened, fluffed her hair, slipped into her pumps, and
set off on her mission, throwing the bedroom door open without
warning. She observed her two men on their knees facing the door.
Somehow J illian controlled her laughter. They were trying hard
but looked so out of place, especially Sean. These two alpha males
would never look submissive, and, bless them, she didnt want them
to, but today was her day and she was going to see it through.
Besides, it would make tomorrow all the sweeter. She stalked in,
tapping the crop on her hip, nearly giggling when Seans eyes
widened at the sight then turned on Peter with evil intent.
She heard him whisper, J ust had to up the ante, didnt you, you
asshole?
Peter didnt reply, but she saw his shoulders shake.
J illian walked around them, carefully inspecting them, staying
silent and letting the tension mount. Then she tapped Sean on the
shoulder, making him jump.
Rise, slave boy, she announced regally.
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Sean rose gracefully and towered over her.
Kiss me like you mean it.
When J illian came up for air, all thoughts of enslaving her boys
had fled her brain. It took some time to gather her thoughts, and she
saw Sean smiling in satisfaction.
So you think you can distract me, Slave Sean, she said loftily.
Well, you are quite incorrect, and that will cost you a punishment.
Sean raised an eyebrow, looking for all the world like a pirate
with his shaven head, arm band, and dark silk pants riding low on his
hips. J illian licked her lips, and his cock bounced behind the silk. She
sat on the bed and motioned him forward until he stood directly in
front of her, his crotch nearly touching her face.
Take it out, slave, she ordered, and offer it to me.
Seans hands shook in his eagerness to comply, whipping his cock
out and nearly shoving it into her mouth.
Hold it steady, right there, and dont move, she ordered. You,
Slave Peter, kneel here beside my feet and watch.
She smirked as Peter burned his knees to get there, and then she
rubbed her cheek across the head of Seans penis, smearing the
moisture. Her tongue flicked out to gather more, and both he and Sean
groaned in unison. Seans eyes flicked to Peter, as if startled by the
sound.
Eyes on me, J illian ordered.
She lapped at the mushroom-shaped head leisurely, letting Sean
struggle with holding steady. She hummed against him and blew tiny
little breaths over the slit.
Do you like what you see, Slave Peter? she asked.
Peter nodded vigorously.
Too bad, J illian said sweetly. In your case, seeing is just
believing.
J illian then began to lick Seans cock like an ice-cream cone,
sucking the edges, dragging her tongue up the shaft, inhaling him.
Sean gasped and groaned and then reached out to steady himself on
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J illians shoulder, whereby she withdrew and ordered him to put his
cock back in his pants and clasp his hands behind him. Sean glared at
her but complied.
J illian motioned for Peter to stand then twirled her finger. Peter,
obliging, turned around in a circle. She reached out and squeezed the
sock bulge and choked on her laughter. Sean guffawed, too, and she
sent him a look that shut him up quickly.
Strip, she ordered Peter, except for your collar.
She watched as Peter struggled out of the red boxers. They were
so not him, but effective for the scene. J illian turned to Sean and told
him to place two pillows at hip level on the bed, then idly reached out
and pumped Peters shaft twice, running her thumb over the head,
spreading the moisture across it.
Pick up the socks, she said and held her hand out.
Peter placed them in her palm, and she lifted one to dangle it in
front of him. Sean turned to see her slip the white sock over Peters
erection, and she watched him smother his laughter. Peter stared at
her and then at the caricature of a condom and grinned.
J ust a reminder, she said sweetly.
Slave Sean, strip and lay face up on the bed with your ass on the
pillows. Peter, tie him down and use that handy abdomen strap. Make
it nice and tight.
Sean visibly forced himself to obey her. He probably thought he
was getting the pillows ready for Peter and was relaxed, which was
J illians intent all along. She knew that he was taking notes and
adding to her punishment, but she had no fear of him or it. Tomorrow
was going to be such a lot of entertainment and mind-blowing
orgasms. She was betting on it. Sean allowed himself to be restrained,
visibly ignoring Peters blatant glee, although she could tell it cost
him.
J illian hitched up onto the bed, making sure that her new miniskirt
rode up and exposed the white slice of skin above her nylons, then the
pink of her labia. She watched as Sean drank in the sight.
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Maybe I should blindfold you, Slave Sean, she crooned, just so
you can feel, using his words against him.
Sean gave an inadvertent headshake, and J illy froze, watching
him.
No, I dont think so, she said slowly.

* * * *

Sean respected her with all of his soul at that moment. J ust as he
would never deliberately frighten or humiliate his girl, neither would
she push him too far. Peter shifted behind her, and Sean knew he, too,
had recognized J illys insight. He hoped so, because the gleam was
back in her eye.
You, Slave Peter, she said. Go face the corner and dont you
dare peek, because if you do, Ill let Sean exchange this little plug for
that really big one.
Peter instantly complied, and Sean so appreciated the fact that
J illian was not going to let Peter see him and the vibe get acquainted.
She could teach some of those wannabes at the club a thing or two
about class. Class and BDSM play did indeed go together. The sight
of Peters erection bobbing under a white sports sock was definitely
lacking in class, however, and absolutely hilarious.
J illian shook her boobs at him within the confines of her lacey bra,
and it had the desired effect. Seans cock surged to full attention. It
lost a little enthusiasm when she picked up the slim wand and figured
out how it worked, nibbling on that sexy bottom lip. Sean wanted to
have that mouth on him again and wondered if begging might help.
Nothing wrong in trying.
Please, uh, Mistress J illian.
J illian appeared to jerk in shock at the title. What, Sean? I mean,
what do you want, Slave Sean?
I would like you to put your gorgeous lips around my cock again,
please, he begged as prettily as he knew how.
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J illian boggled at him, then recovered. But this is about your bad
behavior, Slave Sean, not about your needs, correct? she asked
archly, reaching for the lube.
She pulled her skirt up almost to her waist to get comfortable, and
the sight of her pouting pussy framed by the garter belt nearly made
Sean come right then and there. There would be dress up tomorrow,
for sure. He would find time to get out to the sex store first thing
tomorrow or that lingerie place just around the corner. J illian smiled
at him, and Sean knew that she was fully aware of the effect her move
had had on him. His last lucid thought for the next while was that she
was so going to pay tomorrow.

* * * *

J illian crouched between Seans legs and applied lots of lube to
his anus. His puckered opening clenched, and she heard herself
crooning to him to relax. Surprisingly, he did, although she avoided
looking at his face, not wanting to embarrass him. She inserted the
thin nozzle carefully and squeezed. Sean jerked a little but made no
sound. J illian glanced up to make sure that Peter wasnt looking and,
on impulse, grabbed the crop and smacked him once on an ass cheek.
Peter jumped and yelled, What was that for?
J ust to remind you not to peek. And because I could, she
retorted.
Peter growled deep in his chest, and J illian anxiously looked to
see if she had hurt him. She clambered off the bed and touched his
buttock for heat but could find none and could detect no mark. Big
wimp, she decided.
Its okay, honey, he whispered. You just startled me.
Tears stung her eyes. Peter was truly sorry for probably knocking
her up and was prepared to see this whole scene through, although she
really didnt want revenge. That particular desire might come back
during labor and delivery, but that was some time away. She patted
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his bottom gently and pressed a kiss where she had hit him. When she
climbed back on the bed, she saw Sean watching her with intense
emotion, and he mouthed I love you at her. J illian nearly stopped
her play at that moment, but he read her intentions and gave her a go-
ahead twirl with one tied fist. Onward.

* * * *

J illian began to fellate him, obviously taking her time, laving the
head of his cock, twirling her tongue over all his most sensitive bits.
She cupped his balls in one hand, rolling them and stroking with
exquisite care. Seans breath hitched in his chest, and he strained at
his bonds, trying to take her head between his hands. Frustrated, he
fell back and let her have her way with him, thwarted by the belly
strap to even move his hips very much. Not that she needed his help.
His climax was already building at her touch, and he was going to
simply let it come, not fight it and hold off. This was J illians pace.
He closed his eyes and relaxed into the oncoming surge, only to pop
them open as the wand slipped past his sphincter and began to vibrate.
All thoughts of an intense yet tender orgasm fled his mind as tremors
assailed him and his cock lurched in response to that damned tingling
in his ass. J illy did something with her hand on his balls and grasped
the base of his cock hard, preventing an early release, and Sean
literally panted, then bit down on his cheek to avoid begging. Not to
be deterred, she turned up the vibration, rolled his balls like marbles
in her hand, and deep throated him, swallowing as she did so. Sean
shouted, and she relaxed her hand, his ejaculate spurting in waves
down her throat. When he was finally able to breathe again and open
his eyes, the little wench was smiling the same smile he just knew
Eve gave Adam right before the apple incident. Sean weakly smiled
back, not even able to give her the wait until tomorrow look he had
been perfecting. J illian bounced in delight and patted his belly
proprietarily, then gently removed the vibe from his colon. She slid
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off the bed, giving him a nice view of her ass, not that he was in any
shape to really appreciate it. His cock didnt even twitch.
I cant believe that I remembered all that from one porn movie,
she said happily.
Slave Peter, she then ordered, untie Slave Sean and help him
from the bed. Its his turn to stand in the corner. Oh, get him a chair. I
think he might need to sit.
Peter came to help Sean, his lips twitching, carefully avoiding eye
contact. Sean didnt have the strength to punch him, taking solace in
the fact that Peter had that butt plug to look forward to. The day was
young, and he thought that once Peter had been disciplined to J illians
satisfaction, they could tie her to the bed and go shopping. Never put
off until tomorrow what could be done today. He gratefully took the
chair and promptly dozed off.

* * * *

J illy had Peter position himself facedown on the mound of
pillows, tying the restraints herself. He had thought Sean would have
been helping, as pissed as his friend was with him, but come to think
of it, Sean didnt look up for doing much of anything. He wasnt sure
what went on, but the guy looked pretty much finished. Maybe Sean
would share his experience later. Right. J illian singing under her
breath snapped him back to his own upcoming experience, and he felt
a little, visceral shudder. She cursed the packaging of the new tube of
lube but must have managed to open it because he felt the nozzle of
the lubricant at his anus and a significant amount coat the area. J illian
rubbed gently, pushing with a fingertip, much as he had prepared her.
Oh shit, what went around definitely came around, he groaned
mentally. She kissed his lower back, feather touches that had his ass
twitching, the stupid white sock on his cock a bit warm and really
scratchy. More lubricant, another finger, then another. Peter bit the
mattress to avoid making a sound. Sean was snoring lightly, but he
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wasnt taking a chance on waking him. J illian was humming now, a
vaguely familiar song. Good God, it was Tie Me Kangaroo Down,
Sport. Peter had an absurd urge to laugh. She was just amazing and
so precious. If she was carrying their baby, they would just have to
cram as much bedroom time in before she was too far along and buy a
bigger place to give them some space when the kidholy shit! The
plug breached his hole and was being pushed in gently, if quite
deliberately. Peter followed the advice he had given many women and
relaxed, pushing back against it.
Slave Peter?
Yes, Mistress, he got out.
Who gave you the red boxers?
Uh-oh.
J illian waited, the butt plugs threat implicit.
Karen English, he said.
Dont know her, J illian said with satisfaction, then shoved the
plug in the last inch.
Peter gasped and breathed through the burn. He would never again
feel even the slightest twinge of impatience if J illy was slow at taking
a toy. Holy Christ. But it was interesting the way that his cock had
hardened. The butt plug felt really big, yet he had used bigger ones on
women. He quickly shut that thought pattern down in case J illy read
his mind.
J illian slapped Peters ass. Slave Peter, are you okay?
Im okay, he managed, still trying to assimilate the plug.
She crawled over him, dragging her silky, warm thighs and wet
pussy over his buttocks, just grazing the plug, which shot all sorts of
messages to his prostate, then to his cock, like some kind of telepathy.
She pressed against his back, and Peter realized that she was releasing
the restraints at his wrists. She slid back in much the same fashion,
her heated little body imprinting on him, and released his ankles.
Stand! she ordered.
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Peter gingerly climbed off the bed and stood before her at her
imperious motion that he do so. She backed to the mattress and sat,
then spread her legs wide.
Kneel between my legs.
Peter heard Sean move on the chair and looked over J illians head
to see that his friend was now very much awake and probably
resisting a sneak peek.
Look at me, not at your fellow slave, Slave Peter, she
admonished. Slave Sean will not look, or I will repeat his
punishment. Would you like that, Slave Sean? Sean fairly shouted,
No, thats okay, Mistress. Im good.
Oh. J illian sounded disappointed.
Peter appreciated that Sean quickly added, I couldnt do that
again so soon, babe. Im kind of toast.
Well then, thats reasonable, J illian said.
Slave Peter, why arent you kneeling?
Peter instantly dropped between her thighs, wincing at the
movement of the plug and wishing he could pull off the sock because
it was actually making his cock sweat and hed have a rash soon. He
could smell J illys arousal, though, and it quickly took his mind off of
his own discomfort. The skirt bunched between her legs, just covering
her, and, as if she again read his mind, she hauled it up and tucked it
inside of her garter belt. The sight of her spread labia, moisture
glistening on her folds and her little clit poking out from its hood,
took his breath away.
Sean, can you see the clock? she asked.
Yes, mistress.
When I say, start a five minute countdown, shouting out each
minute, she ordered.
Understood. Sean sounded puzzled but willing.
Slave Peter, make me come but do not use your hands. They may
rest on my thighs. If you have not succeeded in your task by the end
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of five minutes, well, Ill just let you wonder what might happen
next.
Peter licked his lips in anticipation.
Oh, and, Peter? Nothing for you. If you come in your sock, you
wont like what happens next.
Sean laughed out loud, but Peter hid his smile. Pleasuring J illy
was everything.
And now, Sean called out. Five minutes and counting.
Peter eagerly leaned forward and ran his tongue from J illians
opening up to her clit. It was a bit more difficult without his hands to
assist, but he was sure he could manage. However, he couldnt hold
her steady either or in position for his tongue placement, and every
little twitch seemed to keep her nubbin out of reach of his tongue. He
took hold of her thighs to keep them spread and dove in, using his
nose, his mouth, his tongue, even his teeth, growling against her folds.
J illian didnt protest. Peter heard Sean call out the four-minute mark
and felt an instant of panic. Then a strange sense of calm came over
him, and he fell to laving her clit, persistently and patiently. J illian
settled and arched into him. Her clit swelled and hardened more and
his tongue began to circle it. He vaguely heard the two-minute
warning but didnt change his approach. J illians moisture gushed
from her vagina, and he paused to scoop some up on his tongue
before spreading it on her clit, then gently sucked the little piece of
flesh into his mouth. J illian bowed up, and he pushed back, now
sucking hard. She called out and broke, falling back and splaying her
legs in abandon. Peter kept sucking, refusing to release his prize, and
she shivered into a second orgasm.
Time, Sean said.
J illian squirmed away from Peter and propped herself up on her
elbows, her eyes dreamy and her face relaxed.
You are freed, my slaves, once you have bathed me. That doesnt
mean shower sex, Peter. Nothing for you tonight.
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Peter lifted her into a sitting position and undid the clasp of her
bra as Sean came around to help with her skirt. They each dealt with a
stocking, and Peter slipped her garter belt off. He motioned Sean
ahead into the bathroom with her. He had a date with a plug in the
other bathroom. Not something he ever wanted to have again, but it
had definitely been an experience at his womans hand.
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Chapter Twelve

Her men carefully bathed J illian during the shower. While Peter
was denied sexual activity, Sean made no efforts to pursue it. He did
kiss her masterfully after she was dried off and gave her a little pat on
the ass, but other than that he was curiously silent. Lunch was also a
fairly quiet event, with the three of them collaborating to put a meal
together. It wasnt an uncomfortable silence, but certainly a
thoughtful one. J illian had a sense that something profound had taken
place in her mens submission to her, and aside from her deep sense
of caring and trust of them, she was also content with them. And, it
appeared, they with her. The future actually beckoned.
Sean asked, J illian, honey, can you clear up here and entertain
yourself for a few hours?
A bit startled, for she hadnt heard him in conversation with Peter,
yet it appeared they were going out together, J illian hesitantly agreed.
Sean smiled, his whole face lighting up. Babe, we have some
shopping to do for tomorrow. Its our last day of your promise, and
we want it to be spectacular.
J illian touched his face. You dont have to do any shopping,
Sean. Nor do you Peter. The last day will be spectacular regardless.
Peter shook his head. Okay then, honey, he replied. The
shopping is for us. You tapped into something with that costume
theme party, and were on it.
J illian laughed. Fine, go. Ill tidy up and watch a movie. At their
raised eyebrows she added, Not our movie.

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She missed them. She missed them like crazy. The condo felt
empty and cold without them. J illian marveled at how much her
feelings had changed in just a few days. She no longer worried that
Sean and Peter were just playing with her, using her for sex. She
believed Peter when he applauded her business acumen and said he
didnt want to change her. Well, except in the bedroom, and J illian
truly wasnt adverse to those kind of changes. She believed them
when they insisted they wanted a relationship with her, wanted babies
with her. Somewhere along the line J illian had put her total faith in
them, trusting them with her heart as well as her body. And she
couldnt wait until they got home.
J illian cleaned the kitchen, then stripped the bed and did laundry
to while away the hours. She dusted and vacuumed, washed down
both bathrooms, and then had to take a shower to wash away the
sweat. Of course, then she had to clean that tub again. J illian avoided
Peters personal space, not wanting to pry, although those red boxers
hit the trash alongside the sex toy she had discarded. Finally she
accessed her phone and Internet accounts and sorted through the trash
and messages. There was nothing of any importance awaiting her
attention. It seemed like the boss had been intent on giving the team
the week off. Two more days, and then back to the grind. J illian found
herself wondering about what working hard again was going to feel
like after a long break. She didnt think about being pregnant, at least
not too much, because somehow it would all work out.
J illian remade the bed and put away the rest of the laundry, hoping
she hadnt shrunk any of her guys clothing. Her guys. She hugged
that idea to her heart. She had found her shirt, so now had it, a bra,
garter belt, and hose, plus a hacked-off skirt. Her panties were still
MIA, and she secretly hoped Peter had kept them for himself, like a
forbidden panty fetish. They matched her bra and were pretty cute.
She went through the pantry and the fridge, searching for something
to make a meal, and cobbled together a casserole with ground beef,
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mushrooms, onions, and noodles. There wasnt enough coffee cream
left, but she diluted it with water and thickened it with butter and
flour, plus a whole bunch of spices she found languishing in the back
of the cupboard. The mixture approximated a sauce, and she shoved
the dish into the oven and set the timer to bake. And they still werent
home.
God, was she was a sex-starved nympho or something? She had
just gotten off thanks to Peter, and tomorrow was going to be special,
they had promised. Surely she could wait. She thumbed through
Peters stash of movies and found a few X-rated ones. Hmmmm. She
chose one that pictured a big-breasted blonde held between two
hulking men and pressed play. The scene came up with the blonde
begging for more time to pay a loan and the two bouncer types
looking menacing. One grabbed Ms. Titsy and yanked the dress clean
off of her, the flimsy fabric tearing easily to bare her heaving, inflated
boobs. Holy cow, those babies just sat right up there with no support.
J illian looked down at the front of her tattered robe and winced. She
opened the top part and lifted each breast, glancing at the screen and
then at herself. She had a nice rack, maybe, but what about when the
baby came? No, she wasnt going there. What about in a few years
when they sagged? Would Sean and Peter like her girls then?
A shriek from the speakers caused J illian to look away from her
personal breast exam to observe the blonde spread-eagled on her
kitchen table, one of the collectors finger fucking her. No, he
appeared to have his whole hand up there. J illian reached between her
legs and experimentally pushed a few spread fingers into her vagina,
trying to approximate a fair-sized cock, but couldnt fathom what she
was seeing. The blondes shrieks were cut short as she was flipped
over and a cock stuffed inside her mouth. The hand disappeared up
her pussy again, and J illian leaned forward to peer at the screen when
a hand touched her shoulder.
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Holy Christ! she screamed, leaping about a foot off the couch,
her robe slithering to pool around her waist. Sean, you gave me a
heart attack.
Seans eyes were nearly black with lust as he stared at her breasts
and then at the screen. Peter came into view, his hands full of
shopping bags. J illian grabbed for the remote and managed to shut the
volume off.
What did you buy? Let me see! she demanded.
Sean fended her off as Peter hauled their purchases away to the
bedroom.
So, babe, Sean said, were you intrigued by the porn?
J illian tried to pull her robe up to cover her breasts, but he quickly
sat beside her and held her hands. He kissed her hard and devoured
her mouth. She kissed him back with fervor, so happy they were
home. Home.
I never watch porn, Sean, she confided, except for that one hen
party. I cant imagine why I wanted to today except I was lonely and
bored. And you two have turned me into a pervert.
Peter came to sit with them. I see youve been playing
housekeeper, honey. I appreciate it, but you arent our slave. At least
not that kind.
I was bored, and you were gone a long time, J illian said. So I
occupied myself.
Peter nodded at the frozen tableau on the big screen. See
anything you liked?
J illian hesitated and then took the plunge. Do you think I should
get implants so my breasts will sit up like hers? she asked.
No! The resounding dual response rocked her back against the
cushions.
Peter nuzzled her breasts, his tongue sneaking out to lave one
nipple. We like you just the way you are.
Sean warned, Dont make me convince you, J illian.
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J illian looked at them, feeling pretty anxious, then shrugged.
Okay. J ust wondering.
I smell something pretty good, honey, Peter said. Did you
make dinner?
I did, she replied. Its nothing much, but I think it will be okay
with a salad. I dont like making salads, though, so thats up to one of
you.
Peter rubbed her shoulder and said, Ill make a salad, J illy. I had
planned to order in, but this will be much better.
Sean just sat and looked at her. It made her squirm a little.
Why are you looking at me like that? she asked.
Peter chortled, and Sean slowly smiled.
I am thinking about tomorrow and what we bought, babe. Its
going to be fun. In the meantime, though, maybe we can take the edge
off and practice for tomorrow. Peter, go get the lube, man.
J illian found herself squirming a little more. Practice?
Uh-huh, Sean replied, as he picked up the remote and reversed
to the beginning of the movie as Peter returned, lube in hand, his face
taut with arousal.
Stand up, honey, and face us.
J illian did as he asked and was surprised when Sean pulled her
robe up and covered her, tying off the belt. The blonde began to beg
for more time in the background, and Sean shook his head, reaching
out and tearing the robe right down the front where it hung in strips
over the belt. Peter yanked at the tie, and J illian stood naked in front
of them.
Sean picked her up and took the few strides to the dining room
table and laid her down gently. J illian could hear the blonde shrieking,
and then Sean was spreading her legs.
Pause it, Peter, he said. The movie went silent.
Peter handed Sean the lube and produced a hand towel that he
slipped under her buttocks. The table wasnt very comfortable, but
J illians arousal began to make her forget the hard surface. Sean filled
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her vagina with lube until it ran down to drip on the towel. He bent
her knees up to place her feet flat on the wood, pulling her so that she
was nearly at the table edge. Peter stared at her pussy over his
shoulder, and J illian shivered at his look.
Relax, babe, Sean murmured. Really concentrate and relax
your cunt muscles.
J illian stiffened for a moment at the C-word, then focused on
relaxing her whole body. She felt a number of slippery fingertips at
her opening, pressing gently but with determination. The invasion felt
huge, even compared to Seans cock, and that was wide and thick, just
like Peters. Peter moved to stroke and pinch her nipples but kept
watching Seans progress between her legs. J illian realized Sean was
emulating the porn scene and panicked a little.
Shhh, babe, Sean said quietly, looking up to give her an intense
smile. I wont hurt you, and youll like this. J ust be patient.
J illian closed her eyes and put her mind somewhere else until the
stretching feeling at her apex increased.
Hes nearly up to his wrist, honey, Peter breathed. Can you
hang on?
J illian couldnt reply. She couldnt breathe deeply, but managed a
jerky nod. She felt a finger curl on the rough spot high in her vagina,
and a flood of her own natural lubricant flowed down over Seans fist.
She actually felt it ease his way. The full, stretched feeling was even
more intense than the double penetration from the night before. Her
anus still burned some from that. What was her vagina going to feel
like? She thought she would be okay with finding out.
Sean didnt move for a moment then pushed higher until she felt
him at her cervix. He seemed to twist his whole hand, and J illian
bucked, screaming. It felt totally out there, something she couldnt
begin to describe.
Are you okay, babe? Sean asked, sounding worried.
J illian writhed, her head shunting from side to side, feeling her
eyes begin to roll back.
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It feels, it feelsI cant, she choked out.
Peter grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed hard.
J illian took a breath at the steadying little pain and managed to tell
Sean he wasnt hurting her.

* * * *

His big hand had disappeared up J illys cunt past his wrist. It was
amazing. He carefully forced his fingers open from the wedge they
had been in to penetrate her and marveled at how she could stretch
and at how hot and wet she was.
Sean then began to twist a little and retreat, then push back in.
Peter turned the movie back on, and J illians cries contrasted with the
actresss.
I want her to suck you off, Peter, but I dont know if I can flip
her over and push back inside without hurting her, he advised his
friend.
Peter grabbed a big pillow from the couch and shoved his boxers
down. He clambered up on the table, straddling J illians chest. He
lifted her up by the shoulders and stuffed the pillow under her head.
When her mouth opened on another cry, he slid his aching erection
inside. She choked, then breathed through her nose and sucked him
hard. Sean avoided the sight of his best friends ass not two feet from
his face and turned his gaze to J illians stretched folds, the bright red
of her labia contrasting with his tanned, hairy arm. The movie wailed
on in the background, but they were in the process of their own
drama.
Sean fist fucked J illian, gently at first, then with more authority as
his friend thrust into her mouth. He timed his movements to mirror
the thrusting of Peters thrusts. J illian arched, and Sean saw Peter
tighten his thighs around her rib cage, lest he be thrown off. J illian
probably could have climaxed from the stretching sensation alone, but
when he put a little more pressure on her G-spot, he felt her shatter
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around his hand. Peter pulled out and came all over J illians breasts,
spattering his thighs in the process, as well as her neck and chin. Sean
saw her tongue slip out to lap at a tiny drop caught on the corner of
her mouth, and Peter leaned in to share the taste with her. This was
his every darkest fantasy.
Sean carefully pulled his hand out of J illian and licked and drank
the wetness that covered it. It tasted like her, overwhelming an inkling
of the lube. His fingers felt cramped from being in such tight quarters,
as well as that final spasm she had gone into. He and Peter were both
going to fit up that sweet cunt tomorrow. They would have to decide
who would take the front and who would take the back. Either
position would be fine with him. Sean mopped between his womans
thighs with the towel. It was saturated with the lube and her efforts.
He pressed a kiss on her opening and then released her legs to allow
them to slide closed and downward over the edge of the table, rubbing
the muscles with care.
He handed Peter the towel and motioned him toward the
bathroom. J illian lay boneless and sprawled on the table, and when
Peter returned, he handed Sean a warm cloth, using a second one to
clean his come from her body. Sean separated her legs enough to
cleanse the residual moisture.
One of you is going to have to wipe the table, J illian croaked
out. Im not eating that casserole off this surface until you scrub it.
Sean laughed and pulled her onto his lap. Do you want a shower,
babe, or do you want to eat first?
Im really thirsty, and youd better feed me, J illian answered.
Then I need a nap. My wazoo had better heal up before tomorrow, or
you are both out of luck.
Did I hurt you? Sean asked anxiously as Peter hurried to get a
bottle of water from the fridge.
There was no blood or anything, babe, he assured her. J illian,
did I hurt you?
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I felt you in my throat, Sean, she answered, and in my hip
bones, too. You arent doing that again. As much as I liked the
orgasm, I feel pretty stretched.
Sean kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer. Youll be
back to normal in a couple of hours, if not sooner, honest.
And you would know that how? she asked.
Sean hesitated.
Sean? Do you do that to women a lot? J illian insisted.
Sean finally answered, I looked it up on the Internet because Ive
seen it in porn, but I never wanted to try it until we came back from
shopping and I saw you so interested in that movie. I tried to be
careful and not hurt you, babe.
J illian sighed and patted his arm. You didnt hurt me, Sean. It
was pretty amazing, but its not my fondest wish, okay?
Sean relaxed and kissed her again. Okay. Although it was
something thatouch! She had pinched him!
I said, not again, J illian said with finality, pushing up off of his
lap and getting in his face. Give it up.
Okay, okay! Sean hurriedly agreed.
And, Sean, she added, once again going nose to nose, use the
C-word again and I will make your life interesting.
Sean and Peter watched her stomp toward the bathroom, admiring
her heart-shaped ass swaying below the shimmering length of her
hair. They both sighed and then laughed as they heard the longing in
the other.
You make the salad. Ill scrub the table, Sean decreed.

* * * *

The casserole was devoured. The men sat in their boxers and
J illian wore yet another towel. Peter noticed that Sean didnt
challenge her on it. He was probably still a little concerned about her
comments about being uncomfortably stretched. He also thought that
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Sean would really like to try it again some time, but wouldnt dare
unless she asked. They were still going to fuck her cunt, no, make that
her pussy, together, and that would stretch her, but by the time they
got to that stage J illian would be begging for it. Tonight they would
just hang out and build up strength. J illian was going to need hers.
Peter offered to clean up, and Sean suggested a movie, not porn
this time. J illian decided to read instead and curled up all by herself in
a wing chair, becoming immersed in one of Peters mysteries. Peter
knew she was asking for a little space. Sean helped him with the
cleanup and suggested they get lunch organized for the next day and
maybe decide on what to order for dinner. Peter, being the planner,
hid his amusement at Seans foresight, realizing that his friend didnt
want to have to do any mundane tasks the following day. His dick got
hard just thinking about the games to come then softened as he
remembered he hadnt seen his planner since it was in J illians wet
hand, suspended over a tub full of water. If she had wrecked it on
purpose, then one of the games tomorrow would be adapted to include
an ass whupping, and maybe a pussy whupping, too.
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Chapter Thirteen

J illian slept in the following day. She wasnt woken by any
shenanigans in the night or when her guys woke. She stretched
luxuriously under the soft sheet and contemplated life for a moment
before heading to the bathroom to use the facilities and shower. She
dried off and lathered herself with the remnants of some lotion she
found in the back of Peters medicine cabinet, and popped a mild
painkiller while she was at it. Her back ached, probably from the table
games, and her pussy was a little bit tender, too, although her bottom
was back to normal. She carefully spread her labia and touched her
opening tentatively just as the door opened and Sean poked his head
in to announce breakfast. His eyes widened and his face paled when
he saw her touching herself in front of the mirror. He pushed inside
and fell to his knees in front of her, opening her to his gaze and gently
probing between her legs.
He looked up and her and pleaded, J illian, are you okay?
J illian rapped the top of his head with her knuckles. Get up from
there, Sean. Now.
He pushed to his feet and towered over her, taking her face
between his hands.
J illian, did I hurt you? he asked again.
Im a little tender, Sean. What did you expect? Its been a
fuckathon! Isnt your dick a little sore?
Sean flushed. A little. But in a good way.
Well, there you go. My back hurts more, and I was just about to
demand a massage, she said cheerfully.
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Sean smiled down at her. Ill make sure that gets worked into the
scene, babe. Now, breakfast is served. Were late, but you were tired
so we let you sleep. The fun starts right after the food settles.
J illians pussy clenched and moistened. Oh boy.
Sean and Peter took turns feeding her. It felt a little strange but
really caring and sweet. J illian was starved, though, and wanted to
build up her strength and wondered how she could make them offer
more food and do it more frequently. The slow process served to build
her arousal, however, and by the look of the straining fabric over their
crotches, Peter and Sean were feeling it, too. Finally, J illian took a
last sip of juice and held a hand up to signal she was full. She looked
at them both expectantly.
Peter gave her a look that sent her pulse pounding. Go to the
bedroom. There are some things on the bed and a note explaining
what you are to do. When you are ready, come back here.
J illian nearly skipped down the hall and into the bedroom. The
bed was made with the red satin sheet, and the black velvet restraints
trailed down from either end. She checked to see that the strap was
there, too. Another rope hung from the ceiling hook. J illian had seen
the hook the first night she was there and thought it was a weird place
to hang a lamp or a plant. The D rings were attached to the floor, and
she shivered, her labia clenching and her moisture flowing. The
wardrobe was locked, and she felt a frisson of erotic fear at what they
were keeping from her. She absently touched her nipples then turned
her attention to the bed.
Snatching up the note, she scowled at the first instruction. Not
fucking likely. Then she took a deep breath and trudged into the
bathroom to pick up the box containing the anal douche. Okay, then.
She supposed it would make things better for all of them. Not
something she was thrilled about, but she did it. J eez.
The white garter belt and sheer, white hose seemed contradictory,
but she hastily donned them. The lacey, white bustier or corset was
more of a challenge. It was laced tightly, and even though it had a
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zipper at the front, concealed behind a panel of lace, J illian had to
fight hard to get it zipped up. She felt light-headed afterward and sat
on the bed until the world quit spinning. She debated loosening the
laces but thought either Peter or Sean had fit it to her size and was
secretly thrilled that they thought she was so small.
J illian stood before the mirror. Her breasts were plumped and full
above the top of the bustier, her nipples a hair away from showing.
Her waist looked impossibly thin, and her hips and bottom flared out
seductively. The garter belt framed her pussy, and moisture sparkled
there. Wow, she looked hot and virginal at the same time.
There was a pink lip gloss and dark mascara. J illian carefully
applied them both, and she was hard put to recognize the innocent that
stared back at her. The short, narrow, white leather belt studded with
tiny diamond-like gems would only fit her upper arms, or, holy shit,
around her neck. She would look like Peter had the day before.
Slowly, she fastened it and admired the effect. Finally, she took up the
long, black cape and settled it around her shoulders, pulling up the
hood to conceal her hair and features. Showtime.
J illian advanced into the living room, where Sean and Peter had
rearranged the furniture and placed a large, fluffy, black area rug in
the middle of the room. She figured she looked like an angel from hell
in the flowing, black cape. She stopped just short of them and stared.
Both wore armbands that looked like gauntlets. Their chests were bare
and glistening with oil. It was the leather pants that took J illians
breath. They fit Sean and Peter like second skin and looked as oiled as
their chests. Holy crap. Peter held a riding crop, the riding crop. Sean
had a flogger wrapped around his waist. She glimpsed a silver tray on
the table just beyond Peter and saw a selection of toys and a tube of
lube.
SoSeans deep voice cut into her speculationyou deliver
yourself to us of your own free will.
J illian managed not to giggle. I guess so, she managed to reply.
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Peter stepped forward and drew back her hood, looking deeply
into her eyes. J illian caught her breath at what she saw there and
would have stepped back, except he had taken hold of the cape and
was unfastening the clasp at her neck. He pushed it off her shoulders,
and it pooled around her feet. Sean and Peter stared at her, and she
swore she heard leather creak as their cocks swelled.
This day will be long and demand much of you, Peter said
stiffly, as though from a script, but more probably because he was so
aroused.
You will do everything we say without question, and
immediately, Sean added in a more polished manner, or your
village and your kin will perish. Do you understand?
J illian tried hard to get into the swing of things but could hardly
think straight for the lust fogging her brain. The bulge in their leather
pants, their flexing muscles and clenching hands just did it for her.
Still, she tried.
I understand, she offered. But must I be silent?
Peter ad-libbed, No, we want to hear everything. If you keep
silent, you will be punished. But you may not refuse us. We demand
everything.
Okay, then.

* * * *

Peter choked back a laugh. So much for J illian staying in
character. Stand in the middle of the rug and turn around slowly, he
commanded.
J illian obeyed, standing straight and proud. She looked totally hot
in her outfit.
You are so proud now, wench, Sean fairly snarled. You will be
begging and pleading with no thought to your pride when we are
finished with you. You will be our slave forever.
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J illian soaked her thighs at his statement, a fact not lost on Peter,
whose gaze was on her pussy. He fought against touching her. He and
Sean had worked hard on this scene the whole time they were out
shopping for it and not spending time with J illy. Fuck lunch. And
maybe dinner. This would take hours. Finding those low-heat, wax
candles really appealed to him. Sean assured him he knew how to use
wax to bring J illian right up there and he trusted his buddy. Not to
mention the new toy he bought. J illy would be making its
acquaintance shortly.
Spread your legs, shoulder-width apart, Peter ordered and
nearly groaned when J illian instantly complied. He stepped forward
and slid his hand between her legs, holding it up for Sean to see how
wet it was.
Wider, he growled and returned his hand to cup her roughly and
squeeze, sending her up on tiptoe. Sean grabbed her shoulders to help
her keep her balance and ground his crotch against her backside. Peter
felt her get even hotter and wetter and slid two fingers up inside her to
press against her G-spot. He watched her mouth open to pant and her
eyes close and increased the pressure until he felt her begin to clench.
Then he pulled out and slapped upward, his palm squelching against
her soaking pussy.
Hey! she exclaimed.
Sean pulled her tighter and against him and yanked her head back,
his hands now fisting in her hair. You take what we give you, when
we give it to you, wench.
J illian pouted but subsided, and Sean released her to walk around
and slide his hands across the tops of her breasts. J illian shuddered,
and he pulled them free to sit on the top of the corset, the nipples hard
and pointing. Sean bent his head to take them into his mouth, one at a
time, sucking and nipping the ends until she whimpered and moaned,
swaying with the sensation.
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I am going to decorate you here, he told her and held out his
hand to Peter, who dropped a pair of nipple clamps into his
outstretched palm. Do not move.

* * * *

J illian watched, feeling mesmerized, as Sean rolled then stretched
each tender bud and clamped it with a gold circlet. She breathed
through the pinch of pain and felt it pulse to her pussy.
Sean and Peter then each took a nipple into their mouths, and she
managed to stay upright, held by their touch, and resisted the impulse
to hold their heads close to her. Peters blond, tousled hair begged for
her to run her hands through it, and she really wanted to stroke Seans
bare skin. What the hell. Why not? Her hands came up, and she pulled
them against her. Instantly they withdrew and gave her similar looks.
Sean dragged her to the couch and bent her over the arm, kicking
her ankles apart, gently, but with authority. He spoke above her.
You are not to touch unless told to do so. You are to stand, sit,
kneel, or lie flat and allow any touch we bestow on you. For your
forward behavior, you will be punished.
Her clamped nipples pushed against the leather of the couch, and
it felt pretty amazing. The slap on her buttocks shocked her for a
moment, and then the warmth spread and she pushed back for more.
Sean obliged her, and then Peter knelt before her, pulling her head up
by her hair, the sting of her scalp turning her on further. She opened at
the tap of his cock on her lips and sucked him inside.
No, innocent, Peter bit out, I will instruct you as to how I wish
you to proceed.
J illian giggled against him, and his cock jerked. Sean slapped her
ass hard, and she composed herself, nodding her head. Peter gave her
explicit instructions, accompanied by earthy praise as she licked,
sucked, and gently used her teeth on him. She willingly swallowed
when he pushed hard against the back of her throat and ordered her to
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do so. She felt a moments panic when Peter stilled and held firm
there, not able to get a breath, but she trusted him and sure enough he
pulled back to give her chance to fill her lungs before thrusting hard
twice more, his ejaculate scalding the inside of her mouth and throat.
She swallowed frantically in order not to spill a drop. Her bottom was
hot, and Sean had commenced rubbing it with something cool,
dipping his fingers down to press against her anus as he did so. This
was getting good.
We are going to make your other entrances ready for us, virgin
slave, Sean announced. Kneel on the rug.
J illian knelt as gracefully as possible and allowed Peter to push
her head down to rest on her forehead, her arms extending alongside,
her hands folding directly in front of her. She heard a click and
thought someone had taken a digital picture. Maybe she should start a
home porn business, damn them.
Someone squeezed lube up her back entrance, and J illian gasped
at the sensation of the round objects being pushed into and past her
anal muscle. She lost count at four, breathing through the slight bite
of pain, sucking air into lungs being powered by the beating of her
heart. They really felt different than a plug. Whatever they were, they
jiggled a little or something and heated up some nerve endings in
there. A tug right at her opening had the objects pressing harder
inside, and she moaned in response. Someone patted her ass and
chuckled. Sean.
Come up on your knees, wench, Sean commanded, now in front
of her.
J illian pushed up and sat back on her haunches, her eyes widening
at the feeling of the objects reseating themselves in her ass. A
blindfold was slipped over her head and tied off, but not before she
saw Sean unsnap the front of his leathers and pull out his cock. She
felt her hands being tied behind her and worried about her balance
before she calmed and waited.

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* * * *

Sean couldnt believe the picture J illian had made, her beautiful
pale form in such contrast to the plush pile of the black rug, the white
lingerie nearly invisible against her skin. Her Titian hair flowed
around her bowed head. He had to take a picture with his cell phone
so that he could look at it whenever she wasnt around to look at or to
touch. It felt sneaky, but he couldnt resist being able to see her like
this whenever he wanted. He knelt right in front of her, and Peter
gathered her hair behind her head as Sean pulled her to lean forward,
her balance sustained only by Peters grip on her hair. Sean poured oil
onto his hands and massaged J illians breasts until they glistened and
slipped against his fingers. He lowered her until he could press her
breasts around his cock, the position awkward but forcing J illian to
give up any control over falling and simply trust them. Between them,
they slid her up and down the length of his cock, Sean holding her
breasts together as Peter raised and lowered her head. It felt like
magic to Sean, seeing her head bob up and down in a parody of
fellatio, the soft mounds of her breasts caressing him from root to tip.
The nipple clamps had to be making this harder for her, but she didnt
complain. He had to let her go before he blew, pushing up to his feet
as Peter pulled her head upright, so that her mouth was level with his
cock.
Open.
J illian accepted him, closing her lips tightly as he then fisted his
hands in her hair, replacing Peters.
Take everything I give you, wench, with no complaints, he said
darkly.

* * * *

Sean fucked her mouth mercilessly. J illian knew her lips would be
bruised, and already her jaw was aching as his girth filled her up. He
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didnt take long, though, to push to the back of her throat and spray
hot spurts of semen against it. J illian tried to swallow, but there was
too much and he was too deep. His seed, mixed with her saliva,
spilled out of her mouth and trickled in rivulets down her chin and
onto her breasts as he withdrew. She heard Peter mutter at the sight,
and Sean ran his hand roughly across her cheek. No one wiped her
mouth or chest, and J illian knelt there in the silence, feeling incredibly
feminine and in charge. It was ridiculous because there she was, tied
and blindfolded, at their mercy, yet she knew she ultimately held the
power.
A moment later J illian was helped to lay back, her legs grateful
for the respite. Her hands were still tied behind her, and it wasnt that
comfortable, but the feeling of being restrained added to her
anticipation. She felt someone kneel at her feet and spread her legs,
folding them at her knees to place her feet flat, opening her fully. A
finger slid into her vagina and back out. Then something cold and
round was fitted there and slowly pushed up inside. The size stole her
breath for a moment until she stretched to accommodate it. J illian
wanted to ask what it was but was forestalled by the insertion of
another object of the same size and shape. The combination of the
ones in her ass and those in her vagina were a trifle overwhelming,
and she had to ask.
Please, uh, sirs, she tried. What are those in my, in my, oh hell,
up my ass and pussy?
Peter laughed out loud from his position between her legs. There
are anal beads in your back hole, little virgin, and Ben Wa balls in the
front one. They will move about as we ready you for us.
J illian heard Sean hiss at Peter. What did you tell her that for? It
would be better if she just wondered.
Shell obsess about the toys because she hasnt seen them
before, he whispered back, like she couldnt hear.
Peter lifted her legs and slung them over his shoulders. He shoved
his tongue inside her, making contact with a ball and forcing it higher
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to clink against the other. J illian nearly bucked out of his hold, and
Sean moved quickly to hold her shoulders flat while Peter made a
meal of her pussy.
J illian writhed and squirmed against Peters mouth. He ate at her
like she was lunch, sucking and lapping her moisture, nibbling on her
clit. When he licked her from anus to clit, she shrieked. She figured
those anal beads must have a tie or something on the end because it
got dragged with his tongue and they jostled and jiggled right along
with the sensation in her pussy. White lights flashed behind her eyes
when he drew her nub into his mouth and sucked hard while
simultaneously pushing a finger up into both of her openings. J illian
screamed his name and experienced an orgasm that went on forever as
the balls and beads banged around against one another and
communicated through the thin membrane separating them. Peter
lapped at her until she stopped clenching then gently lowered her legs
to the floor.
Sean didnt give her a moments respite before he sucked a nipple
into his mouth, using his weight to hold her steady, even as Peter
pushed down on her belly with one hand. Sean tormented the other
nipple with his mouth, adding his fingers to the mix, rolling the
abandoned tip against the clamp. He pulled back and released the
clamps at the same time as Peter pushed harder on her belly to
intensify the fullness of the objects inside her at her womb. J illian
went over with a whimper and shuddered with the intensity.

* * * *

Peter watched J illian fall back into herself. He was glad he had
pulled the blindfold off before she came. He loved to watch her
orgasm, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with pleasure. He
loved her cries of passion. It was a picture he never tired of seeing. He
looked up at Sean and saw lust, excitement, and sheer dominance
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reflected back at him. The more gentle part was over. Time to enforce
their slaves obedience.
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Chapter Fourteen

Sean was impatient for the discipline scene to start. He was hard
and ready to go again but wanted to push J illian as far as she could go
in accepting erotic pain. Including branding. Not that hed mark her
permanently, but it was such a turn-on to see a woman writhing when
she knew she was being claimed. He would never go back to fetish
clubs but was really enjoying some of the activities he was
introducing J illian to. And Peter, well, who knew? Peter had loved his
ideas and expanded upon them. Best of all, J illian welcomed them.
Sean swept J illian up and stood her on her feet, attaching a dog
leash to her collar. Her head flew back, and she glared at him, as he
hoped she would. He loved her temper.
Im not a dog, Sean, she informed him, and I dont care if this
is part of your scene. Take that off.
Peter whacked her across the ass, and Sean put her over his
shoulder and smacked her ass all the way to the bedroom. He put her
down right under the hook in the ceiling and untied her hands, taking
time to rub her wrists and shoulders until she looked comfortable.
Then he tied them back together and hooked them to the rope above
her head while Peter secured her ankles to the hooks in the floor.
They made sure to stretch her as much as they could without putting
undue strain on her muscles and joints. She looked absolutely
gorgeous, all drawn up and restrained. The corset restricted her
breathing a little as it was supposed to do.
We are going to instruct you in total obedience, slave, Sean told
her. We would prefer to hear you scream but will offer you a gag in
our infinite mercy.
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* * * *

J illian thought that this might be getting a bit too dark for her and
didnt want a gag in case she really needed to scream and tell them to
stop. She was getting totally aroused again, but this instruction thing
seemed a little over the top. She shook her head and refused the gag.
The anal beads jostled, and her vagina clenched on those freaking
balls. It made for a nice distraction.

* * * *

Sean uncoiled the flogger from around his waist and began to
stroke her with it, slowly, slowly building in intensity. Her translucent
skin above and below the corset took on a pink hue as she initially
tried to move away from the lash, then began to lean into it. Her head
fell back and her throat worked as she moaned and whimpered. He
wanted to redden her ass and her pussy but didnt trust Peters
expertise with the crop yet, so he grabbed a paddle from the wardrobe
once Peter opened the lock. The chair was heaped on the bottom of
the wardrobe, and J illian wouldnt know what it was she was seeing
even if she did spy it. She was far too busy reaching for another
orgasm.
At Seans nod, Peter began to paddle J illians buttocks. He
slapped every inch of her ass, from their fullness to where her cheeks
joined her thighs, until her skin glowed. He then brought the paddle
up in an underhand motion to slap her pussy. J illian was screaming
and begging and pleading by then to come. Peter told her that she
would come when her punishment was complete and not before and
was a bit taken aback at the threats she made to his person. Sean
shrugged and whispered to him that he had seen this before. Subs at
the Club sometimes became so overloaded with sensation that they
spoke out in ways they wouldnt normally.
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He handed Peter a vibrator, and Peter held it to J illians clit while
Sean flogged her nipples. Her screams probably alerted his upstairs
neighbors, an elderly couple, partially deaf and probably at home and
probably calling the police right now.
But she sure was beautiful in the clutch of her climax.

* * * *

J illian came out of her stupor to find herself restrained and spread
on the dining room table. The men had somehow found a way to use
the table legs to attach the velvet ropes to without making her too
uncomfortable. Sean must have remembered her complaint about the
hardness of the wood because there was some kind of thickness of
fabric beneath her. She was also quite naked. Shoot, she would have
liked to be present when the corset came off. Peter propped her up
and held a bottle of water to her lips. She drank thirstily, and he
kissed the residual moisture from her lips.
Falling for our sex slave, Peter? Sean asked from his position at
the foot of the table, never taking his eyes from her open sex. If J illian
hadnt been so tired, she would have told him how rude he was being.
Peter chuckled. Maybe.
I think Im done for the day, guys, J illian suggested. Ive had
lots of orgasms, and Id like those things out of me.
Sean gave her an incredibly dark look. Slaves are branded,
J illian. And then made ours by an act we have practiced for
generations. Prepare yourself.
J illian watched as he lit a candle and came around to stand by her
side. Peter held her shoulders firmly. What the fuck? What did he
mean by branding? For real?
What are you going to do? she whispered.
Peter leaned to whisper in her ear. J illy, please trust Sean. He
knows what he is doing. You can ask him later about it.
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J illian didnt want to have anything to do with candles, but Peter
had put the onus on her. Did she trust them? She did. They wouldnt
hurt her, she was certain. But candles? She took a deep breath and
watched Sean lean over her and carefully drip the wax. It fell just
under her right breast, and she arched at the tiny burn but didnt ask
him to stop. He seemed to trace a shape and punctuated it with a drop
on her nipple. That blew her away, and she shrieked. The next shape
took longer but the sensation on her other nipple felt just as amazing.
Peter kissed her, and then she felt him spread her labia wide. She
tensed and panted, anticipating what was coming. She could smell her
own arousal, and when she pried her eyes open, she could see that
both Sean and Peters cocks were bouncing against their bellies. Sean
took careful aim and coated her button with a larger dollop of wax.
J illian spasmed and came, hard.
Babe, Sean breathed into her hair. You look incredible. I want
you to see.
J illian peered at herself in the full-length mirror that was mounted
inside the wardrobe. A flushed, wanton being stared back, hair
streaming, tangled, and nipples as red as cherries, supported by two
large, incredibly sexy men. Faint red marks etched her belly, and she
realized that Sean had traced his and Peters first initial onto her with
the heat from the melting wax. It was so erotic and juvenile that it
brought tears to her eyes. Her men gazed at their marks with goofy
looks of possessiveness. J illian wanted to slap them both up alongside
their heads but lacked even the strength to raise her hand. Peter must
have caught a glimpse of her change in attitude because he quickly
gathered her to him and laid her on the bed, stretching out beside her.
Sean, being the full-speed-ahead kind of guy that he was, took the
slave-trader pose again and opened his mouth. J illian wearily held up
her hand and pushed fretfully at Peters shoulder.
Give it a rest, Sean, she complained. Peter, get away from me.
I need to regroup.
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Sean practically pouted with disappointment, and J illian managed
not to laugh. She had no idea what time it was, but it felt like they had
been playing with her for hours. She was thirsty and thought she
might be hungry if her nether parts werent so stuffed. She reached
down to feel for the string attached to the anal beads, and Sean
grabbed her hand.
No, slave, he corrected her. You do not touch yourself unless
we tell you to.
Well then, you take these things out of me, she ordered.
Seans face darkened. Maybe you should put on a show for us.
We can attach the spreader and get a really good view, slave.
Spreader? God, he had bought some other new toy. It sounded
ominous. She had had enough, and he needed to back off until she had
a nap.

* * * *

Peter headed Sean off before he made good on his threat. They
could use the spreader another time. J illian was tuckered out, and the
big finale was something Peter wasnt going to do without, unless of
course J illian outright refused them. But maybe she wouldnt if Sean
just backed off for a bit.
Go get her some water, buddy, he urged Sean. Ill help her take
the toys out.
He saw Sean abandon his slave-trader character like a dog shaking
water from its coat. Sean really was good at this kind of stuff, and
they would be sure to play with J illian maybe every couple of weeks.
He liked it a lot, too, and thought some research into the D/s lifestyle
wouldnt hurt. Unless J illian freaked out. God, all he wanted was to
please this woman, pleasure her forever and ever.
Peter helped J illian totter to the bathroom where he carefully
removed the beads first. Her deep intakes of air worried him a little,
but she relaxed immediately, so he thought it was probably okay.
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Sean had used them before and believed most women really enjoyed
the stimulation. Apparently J illian had, too. The Ben Wa balls were a
little more difficult to remove. Every time he reached a finger in to
hook one, J illy would clench and he would lose his grip. Finally, he
realized she was doing it on purpose, so he upended her over his lap
while he sat on the closed toilet, managing not to crack her skull on
the side of the tub. He smacked her ass until she let him slip them out.
He then ran her a tub, cuddling her close while it filled, neither of
them saying much of anything.
Sean came in with the water and took in the tender moment.
I tried to cram too many experiences into one day, eh? he said.
Although I really wanted to ream J illians ass when the beads had
done their job.
Peter watched as J illian lifted her head and gave Sean a look, but
she didnt say anything.
Sean continued, You like a bite of pain, honey, and Ive
fantasized about shoving in there and fucking you hard and fast. But
weve got lots of time ahead to get to that.
J illian shrugged against Peters shoulder. Well see, she said.
Peter reflected that this was about what she would allow them.
Shit, J illian had all the power in this relationship. He thought that was
just fine, and it looked as though Sean had accepted it as well.
Sean helped Peter get her into the tub, and they peeled off their
leathers to get in with her, Sean holding the bottled water to her lips
and kissing the drops off her mouth as Peter had done earlier. J illian
leaned back against him, her eyes closed, her lips curving into a smile.
They let her soak a long time, adding more hot water as it cooled,
watching the marks on her belly darken with the heat and then begin
to fade. Peter thought about what kind of rings they would get. He
figured he could maybe include their collective birthstones. Both he
and Sean had been born in J uly, and J illians birthstone was a pearl.
He could visualize a huge, lustrous pearl set between two rubies in
platinum. He and Sean could have matching platinum bands.
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He held back a chuckle when Sean murmured, Cmon, babe, last
scene of the day.
J illian yawned and shook her head. Nope, dinner and a movie.
Dinner and then the last scene, Sean countered, to Peters
approval.

* * * *

J illian opened her eyes and saw Peter watching her anxiously,
hopefully. Sean just waited. Well, fine. But she was having dinner
first, and not at their feet like a slave girl.
The forgotten lunch became their dinner. J illian sat between them
at the breakfast bar, wearing one of Peters painstakingly ironed
shirts. Sean apparently rarely took his suit coat off, so as long as his
collar, cuffs, and the bit of shirt that showed in the front was wrinkle
free, he didnt care and never ironed. So of course J illian wore
Peters. She noticed that Peter winced, but he kept quiet. As before,
both men fed J illian from their plates as well. She took the edge off
her hunger and refused dessert. Instead, she drank down another
bottle of water. All that screaming and carrying on made her thirsty.
She suspected that what her guys had planned for her was going to be
pretty special. Peters face had been an open book, and Sean fairly
vibrated with tension. She pushed back from the counter and hopped
down.
Peter and Sean uncoiled their lengths to stand and face her. J illian
resisted the urge to run and docilely let them herd her down the hall to
the bedroom. She stopped short in the doorway, nearly getting walked
over by Peter. So that was what Sean had been up to while Peter put
the food together. A black leather contraption hung from the hook in
the ceiling. She forced herself closer to examine it, and Sean began to
unbutton Peters shirt.
What is this? she asked.
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A swing, also known as a hanging chair, babe, Sean answered,
pulling the shirt from her and tossing it onto the bed.
Well strap you into it and then fuck you standing up, honey,
Peter explained. Youll like it.
Uh-huh.
You will, J illian, really. Trust us, Peter urged, once again
wearing that hopeful look.
J illian took a breath and nodded her head. They hadnt steered her
wrong yet. Sean and Peter each placed a hand under her thighs and an
arm around her shoulders, lifting her and then setting her into the
chair. Her legs slipped through separate openings, and Sean secured
her with a strap around her waist while Peter held her up. Her arms
slid through two openings higher up and then were raised to be
coupled together above her head. It was like when they hung her up
but she was more in a sitting position, her ass and pussy exposed and
hanging free. When Sean arranged some straps and her legs were
pulled wide, her calves dangling, it really felt like a swing or a chair.
J illian pumped her feet experimentally and sure enough the little
action propelled her forward and then back in a slight movement. The
sight of Peter and Sean playing rock, paper, scissors transfixed her.
What are you doing? she asked, suspiciously.
Peter flushed but spoke up. Were deciding who stands behind
and who gets the front.
J illian glared at them. For Gods sake. My sexual education
awaits, and you two are fucking around with a kids game. And
remember condoms. No more tempting fate.
Peter smiled sweetly and swooped in for a kiss. J illians pussy
promptly added to the moisture it had already produced when she first
saw the chair. Her nipples hardened when Peter blew in her ear and
stepped between her legs. He had shucked his boxers, and his erection
was especially formidable. Sean nuzzled the nape of her neck, making
her shudder, and she turned to try and kiss him. He leaned in and
sucked her tongue into his mouth, and she felt his cock poking at her
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ass. He worked some lube in there with a finger or two. They were
going to fuck her together, and she knew that the movement of the
swing would allow them to simply hold firm and she would be
impaled and helpless to do anything other than accept it. It was really
hot, and she knew they would take care of her. Sean was testing her
wetness, and she felt a lot of lube flood up her pussy.
Sean bent into her slightly and, to her surprise, fitted his cock to
her vaginal opening. He straightened and thrust as he did so. J illian
gasped as he filled her to the hilt. Peter stroked a finger where she and
Sean were joined. She felt more lube and stared up into Peters eyes
as he stared back at her, his face taut with control and desire.
Relax, J illian, he urged. Let me open you a little.
J illian felt Peter hook a finger just inside her vagina and pull. It
stung, and she flinched, and then his cock began to inch its way in
beside Seans as he straightened and thrust upward.
No, she cried out. Youre too big, Peter. It wont fit. Stop.
Peter immediately halted his progress but didnt pull out. She felt
him nearly panting against her shoulder, all her senses hyperalert. She
wanted him to pull out, to stop, but she also wanted to have them both
inside her pussy at the same time. That suggestion by Sean had never
really passed from her memory. Surely they werent any bigger than
Seans fist had been. She tried to relax and must have succeeded
because Peter slipped up a bit higher. She felt his chest flex against
her breasts as he dipped a little and then straightened, and moved
higher still. She groaned as a flood of her lubricant slipped down to
coat them all, and Peter surged in the rest of the way. He rocked
forward a scant inch, and Sean rocked back. The fullness made her
ears roar and her eyes sting. Little pushes, back and forth. A few more.
Something tremendous rose up from her belly as the men jostled her
between them, and J illian screamed out in yet another soul-scalding
orgasm, making Sean and Peter grunt with the intense pressure. Sean
pulled out and entered her ass, using the copious amounts of lubricant
coating his cock to ease the way. It burned, and the bite of pain
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centered J illian, only to feel it turn to intense pleasure as he reamed
her, dueling with Peter, who was still thrusting up into her vagina. She
clenched harder on them, the swing forcing them deeper then pulling
them out. Their cocks dragged against her tender tissues, and this time
they went over nearly at the same time with her, Sean first, and then
Peter, the heat of his ejaculate felt right through the condom at her
womb.
J illian felt like a rag doll and bet her men were glad to have the
support of the chair to hold her until they could take it down and
extricate her. Somehow they all got to the bed, not to awaken until
morning and day seven. The day of rest.
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Chapter Fifteen

J illian felt a little depressed. Her girl parts were sore, and she had
sworn off sex. Sean had tried to put his face between her legs, and she
had slapped him hard, reminding him that it was day seven. Peter
tried to cup her breast when she had sat up to get to the bathroom, so
she slapped him, too. She hoped their cocks were sore, seeing as they
had stuffed them into some pretty tight places the night before. Those
tight places needed some time off. J illian was kidding herself. She had
loved the week and all the sex stuff. Not that she was going to do it
every day, but once in awhile it would be a trip. Sean and Peter were
full of innovative ideas for certain, and she would for sure come up
with her own. That was if she wasnt getting ahead of herself. Being
pregnant was going to put a different spin on the sex. Being pregnant
was going to change her whole freaking life, and that of Sean and
Peters, too. She wasnt going to think about it if she could help it,
though, until she knew for sure.
A hot soak helped a little, although she had locked the door
against the guys, really needing some alone time. Then she wished
she had let them come in and help her bathe. Crap, she needed to
smarten up and get a grip. The condo had been put back to normal by
the time she woke up, and no one would have guessed that she had
been fucked six ways from Sunday on every available surface in the
place with the exception of the breakfast bar. Sean had muttered about
that surface being perfect for a show and the spreader. She was kind
of curious and felt a tingle between her legs, but quickly forced her
thoughts away from it. She had taken it all this week, every bit of
pleasure she could soak up, and had given two men she believed she
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might have come to love as much as she could in return. The future
loomed, and she was scared. Two men, maybe a baby. Oh, God. Dont
think about it.
J illy? Peter spoke through the door. Honey? Want to go for
Sunday brunch at Oxfords? Wed like to take you.
J illian forced the tears back and tried to speak normally. She
dredged up some justifiable anger and answered him. I really have
nothing to wear, Peter, if you recall. Somebody chopped up my skirt!
We could stop by your place so you can change, maybe water the
plants and stuff.
J illian sighed. She really should just go home and hide for the rest
of the day or get organized for work. She didnt think she wanted
them at her place. It might prove to be her sanctuary.
You can loan me your shirt and a belt to make it look like a
dress. That should get me in past the doorman. But I just want to go
home.
Seans angry voice thundered through the door. Get out of the
tub and get dried off and come for brunch, or Ill come in and get
you.
Fuck you, lawyer boy, she shouted back, and then burst into
noisy tears.
There was a scraping noise at the door, and the knob turned and it
flew open, framing Sean and Peter as they tried to get to her at the
same time. Sean got a shoulder in first and stalked forward to reach
down and pull her up and out of the tub. Peter held a towel up and
wrapped it around her. J illian kept crying, and Sean folded her to him
and patted her back.
Its okay, babe. Im sorry I yelled.
I dont know why Im crying, she sniffled. I hate this whiny
side of me.
Peter stroked her hair. Its okay, honey. Youre worn out and
upset about things.
She narrowed her eyes at him. Things?
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Well, maybe youre sad to have the week end. And youre not
certain whats going to happen next. And theres maybe a baby, too,
Peter said.
J illian nodded. All of that, she confirmed. Im just fucking
overwhelmed.
Sean teased her, saying, We are going to need to work on that
mouth if you are going to be a mother. Hey! What was that for?
J illian pinched him again, this time on the underside of his arm,
making him wince. I dont want you to talk about motherhood or
babies or anything. Im not going to think about it for the next two
weeks.
Okay, babe. Now, figure out how to cover yourself, and well
take you home for some clothes you can wear to Oxfords.
J illian extricated herself from his hold and walked to the doorway.
She turned and looked at them both. Kiss, now.
Peter flinched, and Sean glowered. J illian stared them down.
Hug one another like you mean it and plant one, right now.
Peter shuffled toward Sean and tried a man hug, awkward with the
lack of spontaneity.
Pretend your team just scored a touchdown, you big lummox,
and hug Peter, J illian taunted Sean.
Sean, looking for all the world like he was going to his doom, put
one arm around Peter and quickly hugged him, immediately dropping
his arm.
J illian tapped her foot and waited. Finally, using the silent
communication they utilized when tag teaming her, Sean and Peter
closed the gap between them, their opposite arms coming up to wrap
around the other man, their lips touching for a nanosecond.
Better, she said and turned on her heel to move into the
bedroom, the towel floating to the floor behind her.
Fuck, Sean said ruefully. I cant get hard, not even with
looking at that ass. This has been a marathon, and I guess I do have
my limits.
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Same here. But, Sean? It was important for J illy to see how deep
our friendship was, and I dont have a problem with that nor showing
it. J ust affection, he added hastily.
Sean said, I hear you. It was weird, but I get it.
Now Im going to see if I can talk her into one of my least-
favorite shirts to wear home. Ironings a bitch. Peter hurried after
J illian.

* * * *

Brunch at Oxfords gave them all a taste of what was to come.
Both Peter and Sean wanted to sit by J illian, and so they settled on a
booth in order to put her between them. Then it was awkward for her
to talk to them both without turning her head like watching a tennis
match. Rock, paper, scissors was going to become part of their lives.
The doorman had looked at them both narrowly when they had
escorted J illian upstairs to her apartment. She confided that he had
never seen her bring a man home because she had never wanted to
and had always been picky that way. It cheered the men immensely to
understand that her lack of experience was indeed for real, but
underscored how difficult it would be for her to have two men on
either arm at the same time.
They decided to wait until J illy found out if she was pregnant or
not before coming out openly as a committed unit. J illian insisted that
she needed some time to get her head straight. She agreed that a baby
should have a legal father on paper, but they didnt immediately come
up with a way to decide who would marry her on paper and who
would be the silent, if equal, partner. If she wasnt pregnant, then they
would continue as a threesome until such time as she wanted to
marry. Procrastination seemed the only option.
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Chapter Sixteen

To say that the next two weeks at work was awkward would be an
understatement. J illian thought everyone could tell that something had
happened between her and her guys just by looking at her. She knew
that while she was stressed, she also moved and acted in a way that
spoke of a mature woman thoroughly in touch with her sexuality. And
then some. People commented on the change in her, wondering, but
not able to put a finger on it, like those men in the erectile dysfunction
ads. The decision to keep things under wraps now felt devious. She
wasnt ashamed of their relationship, and by their hot, covetous looks,
directed at her no matter who was looking, neither were Peter and
Sean. She just didnt know how to tell people. It was hard enough to
get back into the swing of things and begin on the new account she
had been assigned to. Peter had been correct in surmising that the
team would be split up, although Sean was still the in-house lawyer
for her new account as well as most of the others. Peter was clearly
unhappy that he would be traveling for the next few months, as the
account he had been assigned required on-site attention, all the way
across the country. He had been in the city for only a few days after
they had returned to work.
And at the back of her mind was the countdown to the day when
her period would or wouldnt come. She had no idea of when she
ovulated, really. According to every chart she looked at, she had been
at her most fertile that week they had shared, but that was the norm
for most women. J illian wasnt sure she was like most women, and
her ambivalence about the possible pregnancy was making her crazy.
She and Sean had lunch when their schedules allowed, and he had
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slept over at her place a couple of nights when Peter was out of town.
J illian knew that Peter had encouraged it, despite a hint of jealousy
and longing, because she had begun to distance herself. She knew it
and hated it, but it had always been her style. Just in case, take
protective measures. Dont get totally involved and committed
because it never works out. Sean and Peter knew it, too, and she could
hardly stand the anger in Seans eyes that masked his hurt and the
blatant pain in Peters when he had kissed her good-bye before
heading out to catch his plane. It was insane to fall back into old
thought patterns when there was no doubt in her mind that they both
wanted her, loved her, and wanted to be with her forever. It was the
uncertainty about which direction the future was going to take that
was causing her to build the wall between them. J illian had now
decided that she wasnt ready to be a mom. She didnt know if she
ever would be ready, even with Peter and Seans reassurances of their
faith in her ability and promises of total support. And if she was
pregnant, there was no way she would terminate their baby. God, it
was so unbelievably stressful.

* * * *

Sean wandered through the office, searching for J illian. She
wasnt anywhere to be found, and when he checked with the
receptionist, he determined that she hadnt called in sick. She just
wasnt anywhere he looked. It was too early for a break, and he was
perplexed. Their woman had retreated from them. Peter had calmly
explained all the reasons why, and maybe they made sense to Peters
sensitive side and women everywhere, but Sean wanted to spank her
ass. He dug deep for patience every day and had long phone
conversations with Peter, who was in some fucking hotel several
hundred miles away. He felt like a teenage girl, seeking reassurance
from his BFF. It unmanned him, and he was tired of it. He then heard
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Peters voice and headed toward the sound, not realizing that his
friend had returned.
I thought you werent back until tomorrow, he nearly accused
Peter, although he was thrilled he was back early.
Peter faced him. I caught the red-eye. I didnt like the sound of
things here.
Sean backed down. Peter looked spent, his face drawn and his
eyes shadowed. At least Sean had been able to sleep in the same bed
with J illian a couple of times, although he had to really work hard to
make a place there for himself. He had managed to cop a few feels,
not to mention that one timeHe dragged himself back to the
present.
Ive been looking for her, and she isnt around anywhere.
Peter grabbed Seans arm and steered him toward the break room,
away from some interested faces and perked ears.
Keep it down, buddy, he advised. Well find her.
Peter walked toward the womens bathroom, Sean right on his
heels. Peter pushed open the door and headed inside toward the stalls,
flaunting the bounds of propriety. The room seemed empty, but then
they heard a tiny sob.
J illy? J illy, honey, is that you?
Silence.
Sean looked at Peter, a look of panic crossing his face. J illian?
Answer us.
A nose was blown, and then the toilet flushed. Clothes rustled,
and the door to the end stall opened and J illian emerged, eyes puffy,
nose red, and her makeup smeared. Sean and Peter wrapped her up
between them, just holding her. Neither wanted to ask, and the silence
stretched out.
J illian said, in a tiny voice, I got my period.
Babe, Sean said, dropping a kiss on her head, crashing his
forehead into Peters descending chin in the process.
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Peter cleared his throat. How are you doing with that, honey? he
asked.
J illian sniffled and choked back a sob. I dont know. Im
relieved, but Im so sad. I guess I wanted your baby without really
knowing it, when I thought I had decided I didnt want to be a mom.
Im so fucked up.
We will give you a baby anytime you want, honey, Peter
reassured her. You decide, and well be there for you.
Sean leered at her. Our pleasure.
J illian managed a little laugh. Okay. I guess now we figure out
where to go from here, like who we want to know about our, er,
relationship. All that stuff.
Bianca from sales breezed in and slid to an abrupt stop, her eyes
widening at the sight of three coworkers, two of them male, standing
in a clinch in the womens washroom. She backed up, stuttering an
apology, and fled out the door.
Sean chuckled, Well, I guess we dont need to worry about who
gets to know or who doesnt.
J illians lips thinned, and she gave him a mutinous look as she
pulled away to go over to the mirror. She started to clean her face and
put herself back together.
People can think what they like, she stated, locking eyes with
Sean in the mirror. I dont give a shit what they think. If the boss has
an issue, he can find someone else to carry the load.
Peter smiled at her. We arent going to talk about anything to our
coworkers, honey. I think it will be obvious to people we trust and
like, and the others can go hang. Our families are a different matter,
but well figure that out later. Im heading home to catch up on my
sleep. Ill see you and Sean after work, and well talk then.
J ust talk? J illian complained.
Well, I think Ill have my strength back after some shut-eye,
sweetheart. Sean looks like a stallion who has been locked up away
from the mares, so he can pick up the slack.
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Sean grunted in agreement. He would obviously have no problem
occupying J illian while Peter rested up.
Peter stooped to kiss J illian gently. Love you.
Me, too, you both. Forever. Promise.


THE END




ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Allyson Young now lives in cottage country in Manitoba with her
husband of many years and assorted pets, having lived and worked all
across Canada. Her two children are grown and either away at
university or now working for their own living!
Allyson worked primarily in human services and has seen the best
and the worst of what people bring to the table. She has written for
years, usually short stories or poetry, published in small local papers
and the like. After recently reading a novel by Sophie Oak, she was
inspired by the humanity behind the intense sexuality, believing that
this is truly how life should be, any kind of loving relationship being
worth the long, hard slog, regardless of the bumps along the way. But
love isnt always sweet, and Allyson leans toward the darker side of
romance.


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