Wicked Intent

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“Do you have any idea how I’ve fantasized about spanking that curved little ass?” he whispered at her ear, his hand smoothing down her back, then over her buttock. “Watching it blush and burn, then spreading those soft little cheeks and fucking my cock up that tight little hole it hides.”
Her head snapped around, her eyes widening in shock and surprise. It wasn’t that she had never had anal sex. Or even a ménage. It was the tone of his voice. Rough, carnal, sinful. His expression matched the tone of his voice. He looked like a fallen angel, his black hair falling over his forehead, his brilliant green eyes glowing with lust.
“It’s going to be so good, Tally.” He smoothed the hair that had fallen to her cheek back from her face. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you, no holds barred, fucking you with everything I’ve dreamed of giving you for so damned long.”
His hand landed on the curve of her ass as he finished. It wasn’t a small blow, it wasn’t a timid tap; it stung. It pierced into her womb, flamed through her pussy and had her gasping out in pleasure. And still he watched her, his eyes holding hers, his face close to her as he delivered a similar blow to the other side.
Tally jerked against her bonds again, whimpering as she fought to hold onto the restraint she had always prided herself on. But this was good. Too good. The utter depravity of it was enough to send her spinning into an arousal that defied reason. Lust bloomed like a conflagration, leaving her aching, hurting for release.
“Stop this,” she snapped, driven as far as she could stand. Months of titillation, of teasing. She needed relief and waiting for it was not an option. “Dammit, Dev, just fuck me and get it over with.”
The size of his cock would burn, it would stretch her, fill her, give enough of the heady painful intensity that she could at least have some measure of release. If he continued this course, there was no way she could bear it.
“All or nothing, Tally,” he reminded her. “You’ll take it all or I walk away. Lucian walks away. Are you really such a coward that your control means more than reaching out for all the pleasure you’ve always dreamed could be yours?”
Was she? She was. She buried her face in the comforter, breathing harshly, fighting the overwhelming need to scream out the safe word and gain her release.
“Think about it, Tally,” he whispered. “Your ass is going to burn. I’m going to make you pay for even daring to consider faking an orgasm. But first, I’m going to make certain you know what you’re passing up if you’re thinking of whispering the word that will stop it.”
He moved away from her then. Tally raised her head, turning and watching in shock as he picked up a slender butt plug and a tube of lubrication gel.
“This,” he turned the device in his hand, “is an inflatable plug, Tally. Have you had one before?”
She hadn’t. She could feel her heart racing now as she saw the slender pipe leading to the pressure bulb below. It was slender, but it would become larger.
“That’s not necessary,” she informed him, trying for haughtiness but knowing she was achieving only desperation. “I’m not a virgin there, Dev. Or anywhere else.”
He smiled slowly. “Darlin’, its not just for preparing your luscious little ass.”
He didn’t give her time to respond. Before she could draw in the breath to curse him for his arrogance, he was between her spread thighs, surprising her when he lifted her hips and pressing two of the pillows beneath her.
“Dev, you’ll pay for this.” She fought his hold, jerking against him as he chuckled with wicked emphasis and adjusted the pillows beneath her raised ass. “Don’t do it like this.”
“Sorry, baby, you lost the option to choose with that little stunt you pulled back at the office.” He smacked her ass again, causing her to jerk with the sting, the pleasure derived by his calloused, broad palm. “Now you can accept what you get. Exactly the way I always wanted to give it to you.”
He had exceptional timing. Her mouth opened to scream a string of expletives that would have cut him to the ground. And she would have, if he hadn’t chosen that moment to run his fingers slowly through the wet slit of her pussy. Her teeth snapped together to bite off a moan. She couldn’t remember a time in her life that those tender folds had been so sensitive.
“You’re wet,” he murmured, pleased. “Very wet, Tally. I think you like this more than you’re letting on.”
He swirled his finger around the tightly clenched pucker of her anus as she tried to breathe through the incredible pleasure. She was restrained, she should be screaming, fighting, cursing. She knew exactly what he intended. He wanted to strip her of control, make her beg. How disappointed would he be when it didn’t work? She couldn’t lose control. She would freeze up. She would lock down inside until no sensation could ignite the spark that would send her careening into orgasm.
Her hands clenched the comforter as her breath hitched in fear. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want the humiliation as she saw the searing knowledge in Dev or Lucian’s eyes.
“Dev…” The safe word was ready on her lips when his finger pressed against the tight pucker of her anus and eased inside.
Her breath caught. How long had it been since she had felt that tiny pinch of fire, the exciting knowledge of the hot, streaking pleasure to come? She bit her lip, her breath hitching as fear and need began to war within her.
“You don’t have to control yourself, Tally,” he whispered seductively. “You don’t have to do anything or pretend to be something or someone you’re not. Just be yourself. A creature of pleasure, an exquisite form of energy and sexuality, that’s all you have to be. No demands, no expectations. And no reprisals. None, baby.”
His finger slid deeper, spreading the cool essence of the lubrication he used while parting the delicate, sensitive muscles of her anus.
“I can’t.” She kept her face hidden, her shame covered. “You don’t understand. I’ll freeze up. I can’t let it go.”
He smacked her ass. A burning slash of pleasure ripped through her body, arching her back as a strangled moan tore from her chest.
“You freeze up and I’ll make your ass burn so bright you won’t sit for a week,” he snapped, his voice determined, firm, as his finger slid quickly up the tight passage.
She writhed against the pillows. The heat of that abrupt thrust struck the depths of her pussy like a well-aimed bolt of lightning. A second later she bit her lip, whimpering in regret when the thick presence eased free of her tiny entrance and the tip of the lubricating applicator slipped inside. The gel eased inside her, filling the passage with cool relief for but a second. When he removed it, she felt the head of the butt plug pressing against the entrance instead.
Okay, she knew how to do this. She’d had anal sex before. It was easy. She relaxed her muscles, biting back a moan as the slender device was worked inside her. It was only five inches long, not really thick but pliable. When it was fully lodged inside her she breathed out slowly. She doubted the inflation would be much; it didn’t look large enough to actually inflate to a size that could test her control.
“So calm.” Lucian’s voice at her side had her gasping in shock.
Her head turned as he sat down beside her, his hand smoothing her hair back from her face as he stared down at her.
“This won’t work,” she whispered regretfully. “You’re only going to hurt all of us by letting him continue.”
“You know the safe word?” Lucian asked her gently.
“Yes, but…” She stopped, her eyes widening at the sudden pressure in her anus.
Slow, insidious, the plug began to lengthen, thicken, filling her in ways she had never expected. Her breath caught in her chest as her muscles began to stretch, the nerves protesting, burning, as Dev continued to inflate the device.
“She was a very bad girl today, Dev.” Lucian never broke eye contact with her as he spoke. “I think she needs to be spanked while that plug fills her little bottom. What do you think?”
Dev’s answer was a light blow to one of the soft curves, then another. And another. Tally trembled as the fire beneath her skin began to build, the pleasure and pain combining in a conflagration that began to spread through the rest of her body. Her clit was swelling, the small ring encircling it barely containing the torturous little nub of flesh as the butt plug continued to swell within her, even as Dev’s hand brought a fiery blush to her ass.
“Lucian,” she whimpered. She had never known anything so incredibly arousing, so destructive to her senses. “Help me, Lucian. Please. Please don’t let me freeze…”
Chapter Thirteen
The plug was fully inflated, filling her ass, creating a pressure that held her on the edge of a sharp, painful pleasure. The cheeks of her ass were so sensitive that the slightest caress had her gasping; laying on them was an exquisite torment when Lucian and Dev adjusted her restraints once again and spread her out on her back.
Her pussy was incredibly wet. She could feel the thick layer of syrupy juices that lay along the swollen lips and coated her tortured clit. The arousal was so incredibly blinding she wondered if she would survive it. But Dev and Lucian gave her no mercy.
Lying on each side of her, the two men slowly began to torment her already over-sensitized body. Lucian’s kiss was drugging. His tongue filled her mouth, playing slowly with her own, never giving in to the wild need that had her reaching desperately for a hotter, harder kiss.
His lips sipped at hers, his tongue moving with languid ease along the curves before slipping back into her mouth as she moaned harshly into the kiss. Dev was making up for his gentleness at her breast, though. His teeth were rasping the hard, brutally receptive point with devastating results. His suckling mouth ate at her nipple; his tongue tugged at the little gold ring piercing it.
She writhed beneath them, her hands curled into fists, her feet flat on the bed as her hips plunged upward in fruitless need.
She was sweating. She never sweated, but she was now. Her flesh was soaked with it, her hair damp as she strained between them, agonized mewls of pleasure echoing from her throat as Lucian’s lips moved to her ear.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“I’m going to make you pay for this,” she snarled. The excess emotion and demanding responses in her body had her senses careening.
“I can’t wait,” he murmured in satisfaction. “Until you’re free and able, though, I have something else for you to enjoy.”
Dev’s lips began to move down her body, his tongue painting lascivious trails of near ecstasy across her abdomen as he moved between her thighs. Lucian moved from her side, pressed a pillow beneath her head and leaned forward. His cock, engorged and heavily veined, neared her lips. The flared head was nearly purple in color, the size of a plum and throbbing with lust.
“Suck me, Tally. Make it good, baby, and we’ll see if Dev can’t make that pretty pussy feel just as nice.”
She opened her mouth eagerly. She needed relief. She was at the point that she didn’t care if it was only minor relief, as long as the excruciating need eased. His cock slipped into her mouth, thick and hot, as her lips closed on it, his groan echoing around her as Dev’s tongue began to play demonic games with the ring piercing her clit.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Luc hissed hoarsely. “Take me deep, baby, straight to your throat.”
Dev’s hand held her hips still, refusing to allow her to thrust her tormented flesh firmer against his lips, though Lucian moved closer to her mouth, groaning heavily as her tongue stroked down the shaft, the engorged head sinking deep.
She suckled his flesh like a woman starved and, clearly, she was. Uppermost in her mind was the desperation to achieve the orgasm that lay just out of reach, tempting her, taunting her. Dev’s mouth was a sucking, licking demon of pleasure as he lapped at the juices spilling from her vagina, suckled her engorged clit or used his teeth to pull at the little ring and cause desperate mewls of need to echo around Lucian’s cock.