Branded
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The plans were set in motion right there at the bar while I was still under the spell of vodka and his fucking sweet smile. Even after I sobered up the next morning and read the text he’d sent me in the middle of the night confirming that he would make my fantasy come true, I couldn’t change my mind. I couldn’t show him any weakness or he’d take it and run with it. Months went by and the chaos of what happened to Collin and Finnley consumed all of our lives, but DJ had never forgotten. He set up the time and the place and I had to follow through with this for the sheer purpose of shattering any ‘good girl’ illusions he might have about me. Phina the good girl died right around the same time my father first pressed a cigarette into my skin. As it continued through the years, and after a particularly brutal evening with my father and his cigarettes, I foolishly ran to DJ one night for comfort and he took everything I had to give without another look back.
He pumped two of his fingers inside me over and over, and it obliterated all of those painful memories from so many years go. I couldn’t help but clutch tightly to Dax’s arm banded around my chest, trying to anchor myself in place as I felt the past forced further back into the recesses of my mind with each push of his hand. I felt like I was in a dream where I was falling, the butterflies and anxiety building in my stomach as I held my breath and waited for the crash.
The slapping sounds his hand and fingers made, combined with how wet I was should embarrass me, but I didn’t even care. I wanted to know what it was like to be pleasured by one man while another watched and this was the result. I’ve turned into a mindless puddle of need on this bed and the only thing I cared about was the next release that had me teetering on the edge. The moans, screams and curses he’d pulled from my body sounded inhuman when they passed my lips and disappeared into the candlelit room. Every time I made a sound of pleasure, Dax hummed his approval in my ear and DJ did the same between my legs, the vibrations of his voice while his lips were around my clit like the shock from a live wire.
I felt like a whore with my back pressed against Dax’s naked, muscled chest as I stared down between my legs at the top of DJ’s head. Two men have watched me come nonstop for the last hour, but only one was actively participating, so I refused to let the label I’d given myself have any meaning. Dax’s presence certainly increased my desire and the knowledge that his eyes never left my body while I writhed and screamed and begged made my orgasms that much sweeter, but it’s DJ’s lips and DJ’s tongue and DJ’s fingers that brought me those releases, one right after another.
As I stared down at the top of his head, he glanced up and his eyes met mine, his tongue swirling faster around my clit. My thighs opened wider and I rocked myself against his mouth, refusing to look away from what he was doing.
“Come on, sweetheart, I want to watch you come again,” Dax whispered in my ear, his hot breath skating over my skin like a cup of warm water.
I felt DJ growl angrily between my legs, and if his mouth weren’t buried in my pussy, I’m guessing he’d be baring his teeth like a rabid dog. He shot a glare in Dax’s direction over my shoulder before bringing his eyes back to meet mine. I felt the rumble of laughter in Dax’s chest pressed against my back, but I ignored whatever silent bullshit communication was going on between them. DJ agreed to this entire night and handpicked Dax to participate. He should have checked his fucking jealousy at the door.
Dax slid his palm down the front of my body, resting his hand below my stomach, his fingers just barely dipping below my panties, touching my little landing strip of pubic hair. I ignored the warning look DJ sent him and let my head fall back against Dax’s shoulder while I thrust my hips faster, reaching desperately for that moment of bliss that would make me forget everyone and everything around me.
“That’s it, Phina. Just let go,” Dax muttered against my neck.
I’d like to say that it was Dax’s encouraging words that pushed me over the edge one more time, the feel of his muscles tensing against my back and the heat from his arms against my skin as he held me closer to him, but I’d be lying. Staring into DJ’s eyes, seeing them darken with desire as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked my clit into his mouth is what did it. Focusing on DJ and his single-minded intent to bring me to orgasm was what made the tingling between my legs turn into a wave of pleasure that washed over me. I wanted to close my eyes and drown in the release, but I couldn’t look away from his eyes. They held me captive almost as much as the sight of his tongue sliding through the plump, wet lips of my pussy.
I lifted my hips from the bed and held my body suspended against DJ’s mouth, coming harder than any time before. I shouted DJ’s name over and over as the tip of his tongue flicked my clit rapidly, prolonging my orgasm until I was practically sobbing his name. My body jerked against both men as DJ flattened his tongue and languidly licked every inch of my pussy, swallowing every drop of my wetness while he continued to groan and hum his approval against my sensitive skin…
“PHINA!”
The loud bark of my name being shouted pulls me out of my daze. I quickly bring one hand up to my cheek, feeling its warmth, and I know if I look into a mirror right now I’d find my face flushed with desire and possibly embarrassment. Having a daydream about the almost-threesome you had in your bedroom a week ago isn’t really proper workplace etiquette.
I glance up at Suzy, one of my new employees, and take a deep breath, pushing the memories from my mind.
He pumped two of his fingers inside me over and over, and it obliterated all of those painful memories from so many years go. I couldn’t help but clutch tightly to Dax’s arm banded around my chest, trying to anchor myself in place as I felt the past forced further back into the recesses of my mind with each push of his hand. I felt like I was in a dream where I was falling, the butterflies and anxiety building in my stomach as I held my breath and waited for the crash.
The slapping sounds his hand and fingers made, combined with how wet I was should embarrass me, but I didn’t even care. I wanted to know what it was like to be pleasured by one man while another watched and this was the result. I’ve turned into a mindless puddle of need on this bed and the only thing I cared about was the next release that had me teetering on the edge. The moans, screams and curses he’d pulled from my body sounded inhuman when they passed my lips and disappeared into the candlelit room. Every time I made a sound of pleasure, Dax hummed his approval in my ear and DJ did the same between my legs, the vibrations of his voice while his lips were around my clit like the shock from a live wire.
I felt like a whore with my back pressed against Dax’s naked, muscled chest as I stared down between my legs at the top of DJ’s head. Two men have watched me come nonstop for the last hour, but only one was actively participating, so I refused to let the label I’d given myself have any meaning. Dax’s presence certainly increased my desire and the knowledge that his eyes never left my body while I writhed and screamed and begged made my orgasms that much sweeter, but it’s DJ’s lips and DJ’s tongue and DJ’s fingers that brought me those releases, one right after another.
As I stared down at the top of his head, he glanced up and his eyes met mine, his tongue swirling faster around my clit. My thighs opened wider and I rocked myself against his mouth, refusing to look away from what he was doing.
“Come on, sweetheart, I want to watch you come again,” Dax whispered in my ear, his hot breath skating over my skin like a cup of warm water.
I felt DJ growl angrily between my legs, and if his mouth weren’t buried in my pussy, I’m guessing he’d be baring his teeth like a rabid dog. He shot a glare in Dax’s direction over my shoulder before bringing his eyes back to meet mine. I felt the rumble of laughter in Dax’s chest pressed against my back, but I ignored whatever silent bullshit communication was going on between them. DJ agreed to this entire night and handpicked Dax to participate. He should have checked his fucking jealousy at the door.
Dax slid his palm down the front of my body, resting his hand below my stomach, his fingers just barely dipping below my panties, touching my little landing strip of pubic hair. I ignored the warning look DJ sent him and let my head fall back against Dax’s shoulder while I thrust my hips faster, reaching desperately for that moment of bliss that would make me forget everyone and everything around me.
“That’s it, Phina. Just let go,” Dax muttered against my neck.
I’d like to say that it was Dax’s encouraging words that pushed me over the edge one more time, the feel of his muscles tensing against my back and the heat from his arms against my skin as he held me closer to him, but I’d be lying. Staring into DJ’s eyes, seeing them darken with desire as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked my clit into his mouth is what did it. Focusing on DJ and his single-minded intent to bring me to orgasm was what made the tingling between my legs turn into a wave of pleasure that washed over me. I wanted to close my eyes and drown in the release, but I couldn’t look away from his eyes. They held me captive almost as much as the sight of his tongue sliding through the plump, wet lips of my pussy.
I lifted my hips from the bed and held my body suspended against DJ’s mouth, coming harder than any time before. I shouted DJ’s name over and over as the tip of his tongue flicked my clit rapidly, prolonging my orgasm until I was practically sobbing his name. My body jerked against both men as DJ flattened his tongue and languidly licked every inch of my pussy, swallowing every drop of my wetness while he continued to groan and hum his approval against my sensitive skin…
“PHINA!”
The loud bark of my name being shouted pulls me out of my daze. I quickly bring one hand up to my cheek, feeling its warmth, and I know if I look into a mirror right now I’d find my face flushed with desire and possibly embarrassment. Having a daydream about the almost-threesome you had in your bedroom a week ago isn’t really proper workplace etiquette.
I glance up at Suzy, one of my new employees, and take a deep breath, pushing the memories from my mind.
