Chapter Seven

She was getting frantic. They’d drawn out her torture for hours, using all kinds of equipment she’d only dreamed of. After decking her out in a ball gag and leather cuffs, they’d separated her feet with a small spreader bar, clipped her wrist-to-ankle and posed her on the floor with her ass in the air, taking turns with the slapper until fire blazed in both cheeks and down both thighs.

Then as if that hadn’t been enough to make her whimper for release, they ran a fluffy white feather over the super-sensitized skin, intensifying her desire until it dripped onto the carpet between her knees. Every now and then one of them would push a finger or two into one orifice or the other, making her push back in a desperate plea for mercy. And that was just the beginning of their sensuous cruelty.

Now she writhed on the bed as much as her firmly bound wrists and ankles would let her, still wearing the ball gag and drooling from both corners of her mouth. They’d brought back the dreaded clamps, only this time they’d attached one to her clit too. Once she’d settled down and they were sure she wasn’t going to come, they’d inserted an extremely large dildo into her pussy, working it in slowly until it felt like it touched the back of her throat and tightening it in place with a strap.

They’d propped her head up far enough that she could watch Alec on his knees, giving Jared a blow job, and oh, what a show it was! Alec was obviously practiced, taking him deep and swallowing around him so hard it made Jared shudder. If they had more time together, she could probably have an orgasm just from watching.

But she could see the clock, too, and it was 11:30 already—if they made her wait much longer, she’d go back to sixty turned inside out with desire. More important, she wanted to be in Jared’s arms when the time came, not lying here alone.

She raised her head off the pillow and screamed, “Take off the fucking gag!”

That’s not what came out, but unbelievably, Jared stroked Alec’s head and Alec immediately pulled off.

Jared walked over to the bed and sat beside her to loosen the gag. “You rang, Princess?”

She stretched her jaw this way and that before saying, “We have to finish before midnight. Sir,” she added quickly.

“Who says?”

“Jared, promise you’ll let me come before midnight or I’ll safe out.”

His eyes widened. “Can’t get much clearer than that.” He nodded then. “I promise, Princess, we’ll all come before midnight.”

She just about cried with relief as the two of them made short work of releasing her from the cuffs and divesting her of the instruments of torture. The clamps coming off wasn’t so much a relief as a match to dry tinder, and Grace was shuddering with need by the time Jared lay back and drew her up to straddle his hips.

“Sweet little wet pussy,” he groaned as she sank onto him. As she stared down at his precious face, pained with pleasure in the yellowish lamplight, time seemed to stand still. Her arousal faded to so much background noise while she stroked the pads of her fingers over his forehead and down his brows before tracing his long, straight nose and square chin. She saved his mouth for last, memorizing every crease and curve.

“You ready for this?” he asked softly, his eyes searching her face just as thoroughly as her fingers had done his.

“Like I’ve never been ready for anything before,” she whispered.

His eyes focused past her head and desire roared back with a vengeance as a hot hand between her shoulder blades pushed her down onto his chest. Jared pressed her cheek against his collarbone, stroking her hair while Alec eased first two and then three lubed fingers into her bottom. She swallowed hard at the pressure but didn’t make a sound.

Alec’s warm, sticky palms wrapped her hips as he held her open with his thumbs. “Let me in, Princess.”

A thin cry escaped her when the head of his cock pierced her. He didn’t pause, but pushed in slow and steady. Grace started to struggle at the overwhelming pressure, whimpering with unreasonable fear, but Jared held her fast, murmuring his love and admiration in her ear until Alec was hilted in her ass.

Calmer, but so tightly packed she no longer felt very horny, she stared at the digital clock. 11:42. They were all so still that she wondered for a moment if time really had stopped. Then the reading changed to 11:43.

What were they waiting for?

“Grace, are you okay?”

Gingerly, she propped her elbows on Jared’s chest and looked at him. “I’m fine.”

He smiled then. “Good girl. Alec…”

Alec’s hands tightened on her hips and he withdrew slowly. The lightning returned and Grace groaned long and hard at the dark pleasure rocking her. “That’s it, baby,” he breathed.

He moved in deep, even strokes that drove her up inch by unbearable inch, and when Jared cupped one breast and reared up to capture her punished nipple in his mouth, she began to shake with the fury of it. Then Alec started to push her hips forward as he shoved in harder, making Jared’s cock slide out at the same time, and she knew that was what she wanted. “Yes! Yes, both of you fuck me! Now!”

A deep whine echoed in Jared’s throat and then his hands were locked beneath her buttocks and he was shoving hard in counterpoint to Alec. As their fierce, arching rhythm overtook her body, he let her nipple go with a hard scrape of his teeth and she screamed with need.

11:47…

Jared and Alec controlled her totally, possessing her, consuming her. Grace’s stark keening rose over their low grunts and the wet, slapping cadence of intercourse, and she tucked away a sound bite for those long winter nights when she had nothing but her laptop to heat her thighs.

“Okay, Princess,” Jared gasped. “Whenever you’re ready…you can come.”

Everything in her contracted at once and she slammed her mouth onto his, desperately committing his flavor and the velvet texture of his tongue and the rippled evenness of his teeth to her memory. For once, she wasn’t ready to come. She needed just one more minute, one more hour, one more day…one more lifetime.

But she couldn’t hold back her orgasm any more than she could hold back time. It exploded through her with a force that nearly blew the top off her head, ricocheting through her muscles and nerves until she screamed for it to stop. She knew when Jared and Alec came, jerking against her and shouting out loud, and their pleasure was sweeter than she could ever have imagined.

Alec’s sweaty forehead dropped onto her back and his gusty breaths on her spine gave her a chill. Grace’s neck shook with the effort of raising her head, but she looked down into Jared’s slitted blue eyes and swallowed. Her voice wobbled when she said, “I love you, Jared Michael McLain,” but she didn’t let the tears fall. “This has been the best day of my life.”

“That sounds like goodbye, Princess, but you can’t go anywhere without my permission.”

Her soft laugh shook their sweat-slicked bellies, and lower, she slid even closer to him in the fluids still seeping from both of them. “We’ll see,” she sighed against his lips.

11:58. As if sensing her imminent departure, Alec stayed put, running his hands up and down her sides while she kissed Jared goodbye. She lay boneless between them, soaking up the rough silk of their skin, the heat of their cocks still nestled inside her, the musk of their come scenting the air. She breathed them in through her pores and her nose and her lips and her tongue, forgetting anything else even existed.

Except air. It finally dawned on her that she wasn’t getting enough and she broke away, drawing a deep breath. She froze when she saw the clock.

12:02.

“Oh my God!” Her heart raced as she struggled to get out from between them, and Alec gave a disgruntled mumble as he rolled off to the side.

“Sweetheart, what is it?”

“I’m still here!”

Jared gave her a doubtful look. “Uh…yeah. Where did you expect to be?”

“Jared, I’m still here,” she said in a rush, pushing up off his chest and scrambling to kneel beside him. “It’s 12:02 and I’m still here!”

“Actually, it’s 11:52.” He grinned. “You know I keep my clocks ten minutes fast.”

All the blood left her head in a rush. “You… Oh God, I’d forgotten,” she said faintly. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, what—”

Sick with misery, Grace jerked away from his grasping hand and toppled backward off the mattress. The last thing she saw was Jared lunging for her.