Doris O'Connor (3 page)

Alternating quick flicks with long sucks, she deep throated him and swallowed down the first tiny spurts of his cum, until he yanked her hair and pulled out, spilling his hot spunk over her breasts instead with a feral growl.

"Fuck yeah, baby." Sharp nails scraped along her sensitive sides, and she whimpered when her dress was ripped from neck to hem. A warm body covered her nakedness, and she gasped into the hot kiss delivered by firm lips. The buzz of a vibrator had her stiffen for an instant before the toy was slid deep into her channel. She bowed off the bed and panted her excitement as the bullet massaged her g-spot, and the pressure built to unbearable levels.

Every time she came too close, the vibrations stopped, and she whimpered her frustration into the kiss Grisha gave her. He took the kiss deeper still, his tongue invading her mouth with unrelenting intensity, only withdrawing enough to let her gasp much needed oxygen into her lungs.

"Please, please… I need to come." Estelle managed to gasp out the words in between kisses, her body on fire. She moaned when the vibrator was pulled from deep inside her, her pussy walls desperately trying to hold in the toy, but not succeeding. Her eyes flew open behind the blindfold, and she cursed when the cool lube hit her anus. One finger slid in deep, stretching her, and she tensed. A hand stroked her clit; another massaged her breasts, and Ink's deep rumble vibrated against the sensitive skin of her tummy.

"Relax, I've got you. Trust us. I'm going to use a butt plug now. If it gets too much use your safe word."

Estelle shook her head, tears leaking out from behind her blindfold, as the biggest butt plug she'd ever had was slowly pushed past her tight ring of muscle.

"Breathe, and relax. It’s almost in." Grisha's voice this time.

The words were mumbled in between butterfly kisses along her neck.

Sharp teeth scraped the sensitive skin there, small bites that travelled across her sensitized nerve endings until all sensation concentrated on the tight bundle of nerves between her legs. With one last twist and a sharp sting of pain, the buttplug slid in, and Grisha kissed her again.

"Beautiful. You should see yourself. This will make it easier for me to fuck that sweet ass whilst Ink's cock takes your hungry pussy. Even now it's weeping and wanting, waiting for a big cock to fill it. Is that what you want, sub?"

The crude words should have appalled her, but the reverence behind them excited Estelle beyond all reason. Her ass deliciously full, her pussy did feel empty, and she nodded her assent. The rip of foil had her breathe her thanks, and Grisha kissed her before he withdrew. Without the heat of his body on her naked form, she shivered. The bed dipped again, and she was acutely aware of the stillness only broken by their combined heavy breaths. What must she look like laying here spread eagled, her pussy on show, and a huge plug shoved up her ass?

The slap to her clit came out of nowhere, and she screamed, even as several more little slaps followed, the sharp pain being replaced with ever increasing spirals of pleasure. When Ink finally slid his huge cock into her tight channel, she felt every scrape against her sensitive flesh, and she couldn't stop the tremors starting. Ink swore, and Estelle lost herself to the demands of her body as waves and waves of intense pleasure consumed her. Ink thrust deep, pounding her into the bed, and Estelle flew at his growled command, dimly aware of him growing bigger still inside her, before he, too, shook violently lodged deep inside her.

When Estelle finally came back to her body, it was to feel Ink sliding out of her. Her hands and feet were released and the blindfold lifted. She blinked in the sudden light, and heat stained her cheeks.

Grisha kissed her and handed her a bottle of water before he massaged her arms. Ink, too, smiled down at her as he massaged her legs, before covering her in a blanket.

"Rest up. You did very well, but that was only lesson one."

Estelle woke up to the deep rumble of two masculine voices and the sounds of furniture scraping along the floor. What on earth were they doing? And did she have the gall to open her eyes and find out? She winced at the unfamiliar soreness in hitherto unused muscles, and the room went still.

She screwed her eyes shut when the bed dipped on both sides,and she was cocooned between two hard, male bodies. One hand caressed her ass, and she tensed when she realized that huge plug was still wedged.

"Relax, and let me take this out for you now." Ink's deep rumble behind her vibrated along her skin as he kissed the bottom of her spine, whilst slowly pulling the plug out. Another firm mouth caught her wince in a breathtaking kiss, and Estelle forgot about the temporary discomfort. How could she be wanting to be jumped by both of them again? She'd turned into a nympho it seemed.

"Good girl." Ink's approval made her feel all kinds of gooey inside, and she sighed when a warm wash cloth was placed against her butt to soothe away the leftover sting. Grisha pressed a kiss to her forehead, and her eyes fluttered open to see him watching her. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she tried in vain to pull the sheet up to her breasts.

"No need to cover up, sweetheart. We've seen it all. Besides you're damn hot with my cum all dried on your tits." He trailed a knuckle across her breasts, and her nipples puckered instantly. His grin turned wicked at her response, and he scooted closer to her side, his now erect cock nudging her leg.

Estelle blushed furiously when she remembered why her breasts felt so sticky and threw an uncertain look at Ink over her shoulder. He was watching the byplay between Grisha and her with an unreadable expression on his harsh features.

"She's not ready for round two yet. Grisha, back off." He snarled the words, and Grisha winked at Estelle. He slowly withdrew his hand and smirked.

"The great Ink has spoken."

"Shut the fuck up, Grisha, or I'll kick your black ass out of here. I'm going to run her a bath. Try and restrain yourself from mauling her." His amber eyes searched Estelle's face, and she lost herself in the concern she glimpsed, before he mumbled, "I think you would like a bath, right?"

She nodded, and her heart beat a bit faster at his smile. He backed away, and she couldn't help the small sigh, as she took in the ripple of muscle and sway of his ass, perfectly showcased in tight denim. He must have changed whilst she was sleeping.

"Don’t make the mistake of falling for him, sweetheart. He is just showing a Dom's concern for his sub. It's our job to take care of you after a scene. Ink doesn't do relationships." Grisha's whispered words settled like lead in her heart.

"I'm not falling for anyone. I may be new to this, but I know this is just sex for both of you. That's all I want." She hated the wobble in her voice, and she scooted away from Grisha as far as the bed would allow. He swore softly and yanked her back towards him.

She tumbled across his chest, and she gasped as her sensitive nipples scraped across the light dusting of hair on his chest. He cupped her face in his large hands and gave her no choice but to look at him.

"Now look at me and say that. I wouldn't be a very good Dom if I couldn't read you better then that. Whatever your reasons for being here are, just sex isn't one of them. I don't want you getting your hopes up, sweetheart. You will make one lucky bastard a beautifully sweet sub, but it won’t be Ink or me. You need to understand that.

Okay?"

His expression softened at her tentative nod, and he rubbed his thumb across her kiss-swollen lips. "Good girl. Now, I do believe our lord and master has run you a bath."

"Don’t be jackass, Grisha." Ink's warm hands settled on her hips as the bed dipped behind her, and he lifted her effortlessly away from the other man. He clucked his tongue at her wince of pain. "The bath will soothe those aches, Estelle. I fear we may have been a bit hard on you."

His hold on her tightened when she whispered her denial, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself lowered into the biggest bath she'd ever seen. The chrome tub could easily hold three people, and her breathing hitched imagining the possibilities.

Ink laughed and shook his head as he lowered her into the fragrant bubbles with infinite gentleness.

"Later, maybe. For now, let me take care of you. Shut your eyes, and just relax." The tone of command was unmistakable, and she complied immediately. The warm, scented water soothed her aches, and she let herself drift for a few precious seconds. There was a rustle of clothes, and then a hair roughened thigh brushed hers. Her eyes flew open as Ink settled himself behind her in the bath, his rock hard erection digging into her ass.

"Lean back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.

Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze.
Shiiit!
He hadn't given her permission to come.

"Ah, sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry.

"We'll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.

As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.

"Indeed we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.

"Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart." He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes. He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink's shoulder.

Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.

Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in front of her.

"Focus, sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.

"She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.

She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.

"How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."

Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.

"Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.

"Good girl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. "Now count."

The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.

"Count, Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.

"O…one." She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. "Two." Slap. "Three…"

Grisha's hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened.

Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing, clenching, clamoringfor the tension within to burst to freedom.

With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed,"Fifteen."

"Good girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink's arms.

Cocooned in the warmth of his body she slowly came down each torturous rung of intense wave consuming her flesh, his steady heart beat under her ear grounding her. Another set of hands massaged the small of her back. When she finally stopped shaking, and the room came back into focus, she realized they were back on the bed. Sat across Ink's lap, she leant against Grisha's chest, both men's arms holding her up, their warmth suffusing her being. Ink cupped her face in his hands and smiled at her, searching her expression.

"How are you feeling now, my sweet sub?" His amber eyes glowed with approval, and Estelle's heart skipped a beat as his words registered.

"Am I?" The fine lines round his eyes crinkled in amusement, and he nodded.

"You've done much better than I thought you would. Grisha and I pushed you hard, perhaps too hard." His eyes turned thoughtful, and her breath hitched as he ran his knuckles lightly along her collar bone and across her nipples. The merest whisper of a touch, yet the oversensitive tips hardened immediately, and she couldn’t help her small groan. His smile deepened, and he used just one fingernail to circle each areola in turn, down the deep cleft between her breasts, which grew heavy with need, over her ribcage, and the quivering muscles of her abdomen, until he skimmed her vulva. A gush of moisture coated his leg underneath her cunt, and Grisha groaned. His hard cock jutted against the small of her back, and his hands dug into her hips, lifting her as Ink turned under her until she straddled him.

Excitement pulsed through her anew as Ink's erection grew solid underneath her, and they both groaned as the tip of his cock slid into her wet entrance. She dropped her gaze to the Tiger on his chest, and she raised her hand to trace the outline, before she hastily withdrew her hand. Ink chuckled deep in his throat, and she lost herself in his lust filled gaze.

"Good girl, but you may touch me." Ink's husky voice raised the ends of her fringe and left tendrils of awareness in its wake.

Grisha retreated, and Ink's hands replaced his on her hips. He pushed her slightly backwards. She moaned the loss of his cock underneath her and placed both her hands on his broad chest.

Indulging herself for the few moments it took until Grisha threw lube and condoms on the bed next to them, she traced the outline of that tiger, over Ink's pecs and the ridges of his rock-hard abdominals, down towards the trail of hair leading to his thick cock. His prick surged upwards into her hand, and Ink lost some of his iron control.

His hands on her hips tightened to the point of pain, and the deep rumble coming from his chest almost reminded her of her cat's purr of content. She giggled at the mental image, and Ink frowned.

A sharp swat to her still sore back side from Grisha had her sobering, before the heat from her tender flesh traveled straight to her clit, and she moaned. The rib of foil behind her, followed by the coolness of lube against her ass crack made her tense, until Ink leant down and caught her mouth in a bruising kiss. He branded her with a breathtaking intensity that had her cling to him for support when Grisha's fingers explored her anus, stretching and preparing her for what she knew was coming. Ink held her still, whilst Grisha spread her cheeks and ran his sheathed cock along her pussy and up to her nether hole. She flinched when the thick head of his cock breached the tight muscles, and Ink deepened the kiss. Nipping her bottom lip with his teeth, his hands abandoned her hips, and Grisha's took over.