Shameless

13

Courtney could not have envisioned the sheer sexual animal she was letting loose when she plotted to break Ian’s control. This wasn’t a man focused merely on submission, nor was he focused simply on torturing her or tormenting her.

It was the pleasure. For Ian, it was the sheer fun, the intensity, the sometimes playful teasing that went along with it. He didn’t want an easy conquest. Which was a good thing, because she had no intention of being easy at any time in her life. If he wanted it, he was going to have to fight for it.

As the bedroom door opened, she jerked from his hold, surprising him with her determination to be free then wheeling away from both men.

The door closed with a subtle snick as Ian’s fingers went to his shirt.

“Changing your mind?” he drawled.

He should know better.

Courtney allowed a slow smile to curve her lips as she glanced at both men, watching them undress, seeing the smooth coordination they used in getting ready.

“Done this often have you?” she asked as they shed the last of their clothing at nearly the same time.

“Often enough.” Ian’s hand went to his erection, his fingers curling around it as he stroked it slowly.

Khalid opted to lean against the heavy chest, crossing his arms as he watched her with a smile.

“She’s going to make us work for it, Khalid,” Ian informed the other man as Courtney played with her braid, opting for an air of innocence as she kept a close eye on her lover.

Oh, he was trying to be sneaky.

She moved in the opposite direction, further from the bed, careful to note where the furniture was in the bedroom and the best way to use it to her advantage.

“Did you expect her to give in easily, Ian?” Khalid was obviously still amused at both of them.

“I’m going to spank you, Courtney,” he promised her, his voice lowering to a dark, rich pitch. “I’m going to rip that skirt from your body and paddle you until you come from the spanking alone.”

“Oh, Ian,” she shivered in exaggerated fear. “Surely you wouldn’t.”

Ian narrowed his eyes on her, though he felt an unwilling smile quirk his lips.

She thought she was playing them. She thought she could maneuver, scheme and plot until all things went her way.

He loved that about her. Loved how she pitted herself against him at every opportunity, challenged his dominance and his determination to make her surrender.

She was strong. It had taken him a while to see that, taken him a while to separate the past and the present, the innocence and the hunger.

Not that he wasn’t terrified of hurting her. He was, more than he wanted to admit. The thought of losing her, of losing the unique, unconditional acceptance she gave him now terrified him more than the thought of her being unable to handle his hungers. If anyone could handle him, it was Courtney.

If any woman could have a hope of matching his lusts and of keeping up with him, then it was this woman, staring back at him with a challenge in her eyes and a smirk on her lips.

His Courtney.

She had always been his in one way or the other.

He shook the thoughts away. The emotion. Why worry himself with it now, when she was standing before him nearly naked, promise and determination glittering in her eyes as her gaze flickered to his erection.

There would be time later. Besides, she knew he cared for her. There was no denying that. He had always cared for her.

Courtney watched warily as Khalid moved, though he merely walked to the high chest and opened the top drawer. The drawer contained many adult toys, selected, Ian had assured her, just for her.

She hadn’t yet had a chance to check out its contents.

“Suggestions, Ian?” Khalid drawled.

“The restraints are already on the bedposts.” He smiled slowly as Courtney glanced at the slender chains on one post. “Get whatever you think you might use.” His smile widened. “And the large tube of lubrication. She’s going to be busy tonight.”

Her buttocks tightened.

“Hope you hadn’t intended to go shopping for a while, Courtney,” Khalid commented as though it was the weather they were discussing as he began to pull items from the drawer. “Walking might be difficult.”

She caught Ian moving from the corner of her eye and shifted again, drawing closer to the large chair several feet from where she stood.

“Perhaps I’ve changed my mind about all this sharing stuff,” she announced as Ian paused.

She shot him a deliberately wide-eyed look.

“Really?” He arched his brow mockingly.

“Oh yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Alyssa was sooo good, Ian. Perhaps I’d like to trade you in?”

His eyes glinted with mirth. It was amazing, seeing that laughter, this playful, dominant side that she was only now experiencing.

“We’ll have to see about that.” His hand lifted from his erection as he moved in on her then.

Laughing, she dodged to the side, intending to put the chair between them, to hold him off for just a few seconds longer. She wasn’t nearly quick enough. Before she could do more than gasp he had her, pulling her arms behind her back and pushing her upper body over the back of the chair.

Interesting.

She watched, wide-eyed as Khalid began to move toward them, a wicked grin on his lips as her belly braced against the low back.

“Shame on you, Courtney.” Her skirt proved little hindrance and was dispensed with quickly. Then a heavy hand landed on her ass as she struggled in Ian’s grip. “Stay still. I want to watch this pretty little ass turn red for me.”

A cry escaped her lips as his hand landed again, lower this time, creating a fiery warmth between her pussy and her ass as he toed her legs further apart.

“Ever had that sweet little pussy spanked, baby?” He leaned close, his breathing hard and heavy as he asked the question. “It’s so naughty and wet. I think it needs to be spanked.”

“Ian…” A scream tore from her throat as his palm connected with light force on the soaked, silken, bare folds of her cunt.

She went to her tiptoes, her eyes widening, gasping for breath as the blow was followed with a quick, hard thrust of his finger inside the milking depths of her pussy.

She nearly came.

She was so close, so sensitized by the earlier erotic play that she felt her womb rippling in warning.

“I don’t think so.” His finger retreated, his hand moving, only to land forcefully on her rear as Khalid stepped close to the chair.

His cock was in line perfectly for her lips.

“Open your mouth,” Ian growled hoarsely as he spanked the tender curve of her ass again. “I want to watch you take it, Courtney. Open your lips and suck his cock in.”

His hand landed again. Burning pleasure-pain shot through her system as another gasp escaped, only to be replaced by the dark width of Khalid’s cock. The bulging head pressed past her lips as Ian landed another small strike on her ass.

She was burning, not just from the spanking, which produced its own heat, physically and sexually, but from the lust building in her veins, flowing through her body. She could feel her juices leaking from her pussy, saturating the already wet folds and dampening her thighs.

Her tongue swiped over the hot crest of Khalid’s cock, her eyes rising, meeting his as the torturous pleasure continued.

“Ian, cover her fucking eyes before I come,” Khalid groaned as his gaze met hers, his expression twisting erotically. “All that damned innocence while my dick fills her mouth is too much.”

Ian chuckled roughly as she shuddered, her eyes widening.

She wanted to see.

She had to see.

But she was doomed to disappointment. Within seconds Ian had transferred her wrists to Khalid’s grip, the other man’s cock still filling her mouth as he drew the thick black silk over her eyes, secured it, then did the same with her hands.

She was blind. Helpless.

She whimpered at the sudden mental emphasis that she was now completely in their control.

Seconds later, Khalid’s cock popped from her mouth as she whimpered in disappointment, only to catch her breath as she found herself suddenly sitting in the chair.

She had expected the bed.

“Come here, baby.” She jerked in startled surprise as she felt Ian pulling her forward, spreading her thighs as he came between them. She felt the rasp of the chair’s upholstery against her tender rear, the feel of Ian’s hair-roughened thighs as he spread hers further apart.

His lips nipped at hers as she breathed in roughly and sought more of his kiss.

She could taste the faint hint of whisky, and heat, like a summer storm. The damp stroke of his tongue igniting nerve endings she had never paid attention to at any other time.

“I want to touch you,” she groaned as he licked at her lips.

“You want to make me crazy,” he reprimanded her, surprising her with the edge of amusement in his voice as his hands cupped her breasts, pressing them together as he lowered his head to the stiff nipples awaiting him there.

Courtney arched closer, shaking with the deepening arousal as whimpers of need passed her lips as he licked them. His tongue was damp, hot. Her nipples so sensitive that the lightest stroke had her shaking from the pleasure.

“She’s beautiful, Ian.” Khalid’s husky, heavily accented voice was a whisper of hunger at her side. His voice was huskier, lower, pleasure filling it.

“Yes, she is,” Ian agreed a second before his tongue swiped over her nipples again, drawing a low moan of exquisite pleasure from her.

“She’s really horny, too,” she informed them both, her tone one of desperation. “Could we do something about this now?”

Had she shocked him?

She felt him still against her for a long moment, then his lips covered a nipple, his teeth nipping, his lips drawing on her as fire began to sizzle in the pit of her stomach. Her head fell back against the chair, her feet bracing on the floor as she arched closer, desperate to press her pussy against him, for the friction needed to ease the building fury raging inside her.

“Open.” A thumb ran across her lips.

Courtney was under no illusions to what was coming. Her mouth opened, wide, a muttered groan passing her lips as Khalid sank the flared crest of his cock past her lips. It was thick, hot, filling her mouth as she closed on it again and began to suck with the same devastating, teasing strokes Ian was using on her nipples.

She found that her sense of taste became elevated with the dark blindfold. Khalid’s cock was just as thick as Ian’s, though the head was more tapered than rounded, and the taste was wilder. A mix of lust and dry, heated nights, much like the land he came from.

Let them tease. She could tease back. Bound and blindfolded be damned. She had other ways to push them as well.

Her tongue mimicked Ian’s, drawing a ragged groan from Khalid’s throat as he pressed heavily between her lips, drawing back as her tongue lashed against the sensitive underside, then pressing forward again as she sucked at the burgeoning head.

He tasted of male heat and lust. A heady flavor when combined with the stimulus Ian was applying to her breasts.

She heard both men moan, the sound amplified, the desire different in each voice. Khalid was all lust and passion. But Ian, his voice was rougher, deeper, filled with an emotion that made her tremble with hope.

“She’s a wicked tease, my friend.” Khalid’s voice was rough as he shafted her lips with obviously frayed control.

Courtney felt Ian shift, one hand moving from her breast. A second later, a scream echoed around Khalid’s cock as she felt two fingers plunge deep inside her cunt, separating the pulsing tissue as fire lanced through her womb.

Khalid held her head steady as he continued to fuck his cock in and out, past lips that fought to maintain suction even as she struggled to breathe. Ian’s lips drew frantically at her nipple as his fingers scissored inside her vagina, stroking alternate nerve endings and forcing her quivering flesh into submission.

And he wasn’t letting her come.

Deliberately, backing off, surging forward, stroking, tormenting, he kept her on the edge of her arousal as light began to swirl within her vision, proof that the intensity of the sensations was destroying her mind.

Suddenly, Khalid’s cock popped free of her mouth, his laughter drifting around her as she uttered a protesting cry and attempted to follow for more. Ian’s fingers slid from her pussy and she was suddenly left devoid of any touch.

“That was mean.” She shifted her legs, searching for Ian with her feet as she felt the cool air of the bedroom caressing her overheated flesh. “Come on, Ian, you don’t have to torture me.”

But she knew he would.

She was looking forward to it.

“Come on, baby.”

She gasped as Ian’s voice whispered at her ear again. He helped her from the chair, steadying her when her legs quivered beneath her, and led her to the bed.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Courtney.” She couldn’t tell now if he was amused or serious. “You’ll have to be punished for that.”

Oh, hell yes. She was sure as hell hoping so.

“Ohhh, are we going to get kinky, Uncle Ian?” she teased him breathlessly then jumped, startled, as his hand landed on her ass in a burning caress.

“Be quiet, before I gag you,” he ordered, his tone of voice dark, forbidding as he laid her on her stomach and released the restraint on her wrists.

Not that she had time to do much more than slip and attempt to run her palm up the thigh nearest her before they had captured both wrists once again and attached the padded cuffs to them, stretching her out in the center of the bed.

Her ankles were next, though there was quite a bit of slack in the small chains she could hear clinking together. Once they had her restrained, they began to play in earnest.

She was placed on her hands and knees, gasping, as she felt Ian move behind her while Khalid stretched out beside her, his head moving beneath her body. Almost instantly his wicked tongue began to play with her saturated pussy as his fingers found her burning nipples.

That was bad enough. That pleasure at its most extreme, simply because he absolutely refused to allow her release. But Ian, demon that he was, began to up the ante.

His hand landed on the sensitive cheek of her rear, causing her to jerk at the fiery wash of sensations it produced. She would have been more comfortable if it had hurt. Rather it singed, causing her to twist and press back for more as Khalid hummed against her pussy.

She could feel her juices pouring from her vagina as her flesh began to heat, to melt for the two men so intent on making her insane. Losing her sight had only served to emphasize that of touch, as she knew Ian meant for it to do. The lightest caress was more intense now, more destructive.

“What a pretty, sweet little ass,” Ian crooned as he parted the curves. “Stay still, baby, let me get you ready.” He patted her rear as she felt the tapered end of the tube of lubrication gel being inserted into her rear.

She arched, moaning deeply at the sensation of the wand penetrating that dark channel.

“I do nothing but live to hear you scream in pleasure anymore,” he growled, and by the tone of his voice, that thought didn’t seem to please him.

“I live to scream for you—” She arched wildly as she felt Khalid’s tongue curling around her clit as the cool sensation of the gel began to fill her ass.

She was breathing harshly now, her hips twisting as she fought to drive her clit further inside his teasing mouth.

Ian’s hand landed on her ass again, harder.

“Stay still, little cat,” he ordered harshly. “It’s going to be a very long time before you get to come again. Save your strength.”

In that moment she began to suspect that perhaps Ian hadn’t yet shown her all the different facets of his sexuality. His voice was darker, deeper, the pleasure throbbing just beneath the surface was thicker than ever before.

The nozzle was removed from her anus then, sliding free of her as she moaned heavily at the rasp against the tender nerve endings. Khalid slid from beneath her body as Ian moved from behind her, lying along her side and beginning to play in earnest.

“Come here, baby.” Ian’s lips found hers, an amazingly tender kiss as his tongue licked at her lips, his hands burying in her hair as she cried out at the overwhelming pleasure.

Because for all Ian’s tenderness, his gentle kiss, Khalid had now turned into her tormentor. Moving behind her, his hand began a rhythmic series of light slaps against her rear, alternating every few seconds with an underhanded burning smack to her sensitive pussy.

She tried to breathe, to scream against the sensations ripping through her, but Ian’s lips caught each cry, his encouraging moans fueling the haze of lust surrounding her.

As his tongue slid past her lips once again, Khalid speared two fingers deep inside her pussy. As Ian licked at her lips, Khalid curled his fingers and stroked against the ultra-sensitive flesh high within the very depths of her vagina.

She was shaking, torn between ecstasy and torment, certain there was no way to survive the sensations. With each slap to her tender flesh, the flames burning over her body became worse, sensitizing her, awakening nerve endings she had no idea she possessed as the tension in her body began to build higher.

Her womb ached, burned. Her clit was so sensitive that even the air caressing it was too much for the delicate mass of nerves, yet it wasn’t enough. They kept her hanging on a precipice so sharp, she could feel the bite of hunger growing with each second.

“Ian…” She screamed his name as she felt Khalid parting the cheeks of her ass, the broad crest of his cock smoothing along the crevice.

“Now we get kinky, baby,” he growled, his voice darker as she felt him come to his knees beside her. “Now I watch. Do you remember the times you saw me with your maids, sweetheart? What was I doing?”

She whimpered at the memory.

“I was watching, watching how easily they accepted any pleasure I chose for them after we had finished driving them as high as possible. But I didn’t have to drive you, did I, baby.” His whisper was edged with mingled awe and lust. “You were right there waiting on me, weren’t you?”

“God, yes,” she cried as she felt Khalid’s cock tuck at the opening to her ass.

“There’s a good girl,” Ian crooned, his hand moving to her hair, pulling the braid to the side as he turned her head. “Open for him, Courtney. Let him in. Let me see just how brave and beautiful you really are.”

It wasn’t his words that caused her to push against the heavy erection seeking entrance, it was his broad hand landing heavily against her rear as his cock smoothed over her lips.

Her mouth opened as her anus relaxed. At once, both cocks entered their desired destinations she felt the last of any sanity she possessed begin to unravel. The wide crest of Ian’s erection pierced her mouth as fire began to bloom in her ass, streaking through the delicate nerve endings as it encompassed her cunt, her throbbing clit. She was a mass of needy, burning flesh now, accepting whatever they were willing to give.

It seemed to last forever, that first penetration of her body by Khalid’s cock. Stroking, working slow and easy into the entrance as she fought for a harder, deeper stroke.

She would have begged for it, but Ian’s cock was filling her mouth, stealing any chance to speak, to beg, to scream.

“I’ll not last long, Ian,” Khalid groaned heavily as her muscles flexed around him, struggling to accept the width it was taking. “Save the dramatic stuff for later, dammit.”

Ian grunted at the request, but drew back slowly, dragging his cock from her mouth as he released the restraints from her body, then lay down beside her.

“Oh God…” The scream ripped from her throat as she was lifted, pushed further onto the cock impaling her ass as Khalid brought her back, flush against his chest and Ian slid beneath her.

Tremors of agonizing pleasure were attacking her nerve endings as she clenched around the erection penetrating her ass, stretching her, burning her as she fought to adjust to it. But she was given no chance to adjust.

Ian’s hands adjusted her legs over his, then gripped her waist as they began to slowly lower her.

“Ian, I can’t stand it…” She jerked in their grip, feeling Khalid’s cock stroke, shift and caress the hypersensitive flesh it penetrated.

“Too bad, baby.” She felt his cock press against the opening of her pussy, Khalid buried deep inside her, remaining still as she once again knelt on the bed, only now, Ian lay beneath her, prepared to penetrate the ultra-tight recesses of her pussy.

“Now, you take all I am, Courtney,” he growled. “Everything. Starting now…”

If she had known pleasure before, it was nothing compared to what Ian began to show her. With Khalid buried deep in her ass, Ian began to work his cock into her pussy, its narrow channel protesting the burning impalement of Ian’s erection. Short, easy thrusts worked her open, made a way for the heavy weight of his cock, and sent her senses careening.

She could hear herself begging, pleading, but she wasn’t certain what she begged for. As he worked his cock inside her, his lips surrounded a nipple, his teeth rasping, nipping the tender peak as hard hands held her hips in place until he finally, agonizingly, slid every broad inch of his cock inside her.

The dual penetration was nothing like the toys they had played with. Her senses were spinning now as they began to move within her. Four hands stroked her, caressed her, two voices urged her on in her pleasure, as two heavy, wide cocks began to fuck her with hungry demand.

She could feel the wave of her climax building, though she realized the slow, measured pace the two men were using would never throw her quickly into climax. Once more they were torturing her, building the tension inside her until she was certain she would never survive it.

“Feel, Courtney,” he whispered as he tucked her head against his chest, his lips at ear. “The pleasure and the pain, the fire and ice. Feel it, baby, let it have all of you. Let me have all of you.”

He already had her.

Her fingers clenched into his shoulders as she fought to hold on, though there was no fear of her moving any more than the two men taking her wished. Their cocks burned inside her body as they thrust heavily into her, the rhythm building, each stroke sending the clawing, electrical impulses of pleasure soaring within her.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t exist. She felt the explosion begin in her belly, felt it expand, detonate, overtake her as her soul began to melt in the conflagration overtaking her.

Ian and Khalid’s voices were lost in the madness as the orgasm surged through her. Surged through her and refused to stop. Over and over it convulsed her body, as each stroke triggered another, sent her surging, screaming, then repeated the process until she felt something inside her fly free.

The final, shattering release ripped through her as Ian exploded inside her, filling her with the white-hot wash of his semen and Khalid shuddered above her, obviously in the throes of his own release.

Sandwiched between them, drifting in a sea of lost reason, Courtney felt, for once, sated, all her senses satisfied as she heard Ian’s rumbling growl of complete male satiation at her ear. Something she hadn’t heard before. His voice, whispering her name, a tremor—perhaps of acknowledgement that she was his match—vibrating deep within it.

Exhaustion filled her. Like a person starving, then sated, she closed her eyes to glory in the relief.

“I think she handled that pretty well.” Khalid collapsed beside Ian as he cuddled Courtney against his chest, his face still buried in her neck.

“Fuck off.” Ian’s voice was lazy, sated, thick with emotion.

Khalid wondered if he would face the emotion though.

He chuckled as though such heavy thoughts weren’t a part of his after-release mentality.

“You’ve overdramatized what happened before, Ian.” He scratched lazily at his chest. “Stubborn bastard.”

Ian grunted as he turned, placing Courtney between them as Khalid leaned up to dispose of the condom he had donned before taking the woman. As much as Ian liked to share, he didn’t like his playground drenched in another man’s seed.

“She’s so damned wild she amazes me,” Ian sighed as he turned her to her back, chuckling as she growled irritably at being moved.

“Wild as the wind,” Khalid agreed, watching as Ian’s fingers curled around a still flushed, swollen breast.

Her nipples were still hard, the flesh of the areola darkened from her passions. She murmured appreciatively as his thumb rasped over the tip. Her eyes remained closed, but her expression was one of drowsy, returning sensuality.

“Come here, little wind.” Ian sighed deeply as he pulled her into his arms then, tucking her protectively against his chest. “Sleep. For now.”

Khalid wondered if his friend had any idea how revealing that move was. Never, with all the women he had seen Ian share, had he been prone to cuddle them when the sex was over. And never had his voice been so deep, so filled with emotion. He loved the girl, but admitting it would be as hard as finally sharing her had been. Ian was set within the life he had deemed would be his years before. And Courtney, soft, sweet, inherently innocent, was everything he had ever feared of corrupting. Realizing that Courtney saw it as a part of the love she felt for him, a part of herself, not corruption, would be the hardest battle the two would face.

Khalid sent a prayer to God that his friend would realize this before it was too late.