Two Doms for Kara (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 3) Page 6

  "I've got you, pet." Chase scooped her up and carried her over to the metal stockade. He positioned her in the metal contraption and removed her heels as he did so. The stockade was designed so that she was on all fours, with restraints for her neck, hands, and feet. In this position she would be completely exposed and open to their pleasure. She shivered as the cool metal slid around her skin and fear momentary blasted her body when the final restraint was latched. She couldn't move, couldn't do anything but take what Zeke and Chase sought to give her. Her belly quivered, anticipation lacing her veins.

  The guys moved around behind her. She heard zippers being lowered and the scrape of leather as it slid against skin. And then they came into her line of sight. From the angle in which she was positioned, Kara could watch Chase, in all his naked glory; pad barefoot over to the armoire. His back was powerfully muscled, his rear was taut and rock hard. She wanted to nibble on his ass. He withdrew a long metal pole, lube, and two items in plastic packages she couldn't discern.

  Zeke joined him at the armoire; his back just as powerful and honed as he withdrew a black leather flogger. Her body throbbed and she bit her lip to contain her groan. How well Zeke knew her, knew after one spanking, that she enjoyed being disciplined. Her body yearned for the sharp sting of the lash. She panted as her desire spiked. When Chase turned, her breath caught in her throat. His penis was circled at the base by a silver cock ring that was connected to the leather strip attached to his harness. There was a secondary ring that surrounded his balls similar to a clamp. When he moved, the harness pulled on his dick and balls. His hard, erect shaft made her mouth water; the smooth head and burly length were perfectly formed.

  Zeke's member was just as stunning, longer and slightly leaner than Chase's, it bobbed slightly as he walked into her line of sight and knelt in front of her.

  "I'm going to flog you, Kara, while Chase prepares you for double penetration. Use your safeword if you need to, all right?" Zeke ordered, his gaze filled with warmth and desire.

  She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. "Yes, Master."

  Zeke kissed her, a gentle tangle of lips and teeth before he relented and stood, shifting to her side and out of her line of vision.

  Chase's hands were there then, behind her, on her ass, parting the globes. He lathered the entrance to her anus with lube. He inserted a finger coated with more lube, thrusting it past her tight ring of muscles. Then Kara felt her back hole being stretched as he removed his finger and inserted a cylindrical shaped plug. She gasped and sputtered, breaths coming out in short pants as he worked it inside her back channel. Her eyes stung at the pressure of the plug. It had been years since she had had anyone fuck her back there. As he was thrusting the plug in and out, stretching her until it was firmly lodged past the tight ring of muscle, Zeke began using the flogger.

  The feel of soft leather as it lashed against her skin had her groaning. The bite and sting of the strands marked her skin, made warmth pool in her belly. Zeke was exceedingly skilled with the flogger. He knew precisely how to land a blow, turning her cheeks rosy, which ignited a fire in her rear. He struck blows over her bottom and along her spine. The snap of leather against her flesh—her body bowed. Then Kara began to anticipate each strike, almost leaning into the lash. Meanwhile Chase caressed her clitoris, running his fingers in circles around the tiny nub, eliciting sparks of pleasure in her vagina that thudded against the plug. Then Chase thrust a dildo inside her pussy. Her hands closed into fists at the intrusion.

  "Oh, god," she wailed. Chase set a brutal pace as he fucked her with the dildo. Her ass throbbed and clenched in time with her pussy. Her back and butt were on fire as Zeke relentlessly flogged her. Higher and higher she spiraled, her world had boiled down to these two men and all the pleasure they planned to wring from her body. Her moaning was visceral and unending as her body tightened in on itself.

  The strands of the flogger whacked against the plug. Kara screamed as she came apart, her climax a stunning bright light as her body trembled and clenched, she saw stars behind her closed lids. Her hips bucked against the vigorous thrusting of the dildo until the walls of her pussy ceased clenching. She sagged against the stockade in a haze of floaty pleasure.

  Chase withdrew the dildo and butt plug and she groaned at the sudden empty feeling, while Zeke undid her restraints on the stockade. Zeke gently lifted her and she hissed at the stinging burn of her back as his arms held her. He kissed her the way she'd always believed a woman should be kissed. He kissed her like there was no one and nothing else in the world he would rather be doing than having his lips moving against hers, his tongue seeking entrance to taste her mouth and swallow her moans into his soul. She met his lips, tangling her tongue with his in a scorching duel. She wanted more; she wanted everything they could give her. Kara was amazed at how right the experience felt, like a puzzle piece that had been missing in her life had finally clicked into place. And all because she had said yes.

  Zeke set her down gently, leading her over to Chase, who was reclining on his back on the black mat that he'd covered with a blanket. Zeke guided her, helping her kneel and positioning her until she was straddling Chase's hips.

  "Hey, gorgeous." Chase grinned as he helped Zeke position her so that the tip of his Chase's penis was at the entrance to her pussy. Chase's low growl stopped her from attempting to lower herself onto his shaft. Even though she'd just had one of the best orgasms of her life, her body had sprung back to life at the feel of him at her entrance.

  "Master, please," she whined. Her body wanted him inside her now; she didn't want to wait any longer.

  Then Zeke moved behind her. He knelt and straddled them both, his long cock nudged up against her back channel. Zeke bent her forward until her breasts smooshed against the firm planes of Chase's chest. And then they both were burrowing their cocks inside her.

  "Ahh, ah, ah," she gasped, her breath shuddering from her lungs. They were so enormous; she could feel them stretching her. Her nails dug into Chase's firm shoulder. It was too much, they were too big. Her body trembled and shook as she held onto Chase.

  "Deep breaths, gorgeous. You're doing beautifully." Chase captured her lips in a torrid mingling of lips, drugging her with his tantalizing mouth, thrusting his tongue inside and re-igniting the flames of desire. Her body relaxed, the muscles loosened and allowed Zeke to slide the full length of his cock inside her ass to the hilt. The over-full feeling subsided and was replaced with the most startling ecstasy. Her partners' cocks were snug inside her pussy and ass, making her whole body throb lustfully. As one, Zeke and Chase began to thrust their pelvis in tandem. When one withdrew, the other plunged his hips, pounding his firm length into her depths and vice-versa. In, out, repeatedly. Chase's grunts as he buried himself in her pussy with firm shoves were driving her wild. Zeke dug his fingers into her hips, holding her steady as he reamed her back channel with short, fast strokes.

  Kara was on another planet, one that was wanton and needy, where she only wanted them to keep fucking her. Mewling sounds erupted from her lips as they increased the tempo and started both fucking her together, hammering their cocks inside her at the same time. She didn't know where one of them ended and the other began, nor did she care. She only wanted them to keep on fucking her.

  Whimpering guttural noises erupted from her mouth as they changed the pace, thrashing inside her with rigorous, swift strokes. Her pussy squeezed around Chase's cock trying to draw him deeper. Her ass clasped at Zeke. She gripped Chase's shoulders and hung on. In, out, plunge, withdraw, her guys were fucking her into oblivion.

  She ground her pelvis, meeting their forceful thrusts. Inflamed by her desire, she felt their cocks lengthen, and their movements become more forceful as their orgasms neared. Zeke came first, his cock jerked inside her ass, hot jets of seed erupting in her back channel, and his deep voice trumpeted his release in a loud roar. She combusted, her ass quivered, pulsating around Zeke's cock as he continued pounding her ass, her pussy quaked and s
huddered, clutching around Chase's length, setting off his climax and he erupted inside her; his moans a symphony to her ears. Zeke and Chase kept thrusting until the last ripples from their orgasms subsided.

  Kara lay with her face nestled in Chase's shoulder near the base of his neck. Her limbs were weightless from her multitude of climaxes. She only moved when prompted as Zeke withdrew his member from her back channel and helped lift her up off Chase. She groaned as her muscles rebelled at the movement.

  Zeke eased her down onto the blanket. She lay in a glorious afterglow haze, as Zeke and Chase cleaned up the room. Chase wiped away the traces of semen on her thighs and any remaining lubricant with a warm wash cloth. The men dressed and then Chase wrapped her in the blanket while Zeke retrieved her clothing from the floor where it had been discarded.

  They carried her out of the Dungeon Fantasy Club and took her to her bedroom, where they disrobed and joined her in her bed. Kara snuggled into Zeke's chest, feeling Chase cuddled against her backside.

  As she drifted off, her only thought was: a girl could get used to this.

  Chapter Six

  Kara woke on a moan.

  Her eyes shot open and the sight that greeted her was one she'd never expected, and more erotic than she could imagine. Chase's lips were latched over one of her nipples as he happily lapped at the rigid peak, while Zeke's golden head was nestled between her splayed thighs. His blue eyes blazed as his gaze met hers. His tongue wreaked havoc as it stroked her body into a frenetic glow of desire, lashing against her clitoris and then spearing inside her vagina in a series of rapid thrusts.

  Kara came before she was even fully awake, her body shuddering as she wailed.

  Zeke rose up like a hedonistic god, his chin dripping her juices, and then he was sinking his rigid cock into her pussy. He held her legs open so that his hands were positioned just above her knees, her calves rested against his biceps as his hips pumped his stiff member inside her tight channel. He canted his pelvis at just the right angle so that his erection rubbed against her g-spot. He kept changing his pace, setting her on a glorious roller coaster ride of pleasure. He'd thrust in rapid succession, then slow his strokes to forceful thrusts where she felt like he would split her in two, but the brutal thrusts felt so damn good, and then he would switch it up again so that his lunges were sure and steady. And all the while he studied her reactions, discovering what drove her wild and pushed her near the edge of blinding ecstasy. With every sure thrust, Zeke was forging a deeper connection that went beyond the physical, and Kara felt a shift inside her soul as a door she had closed long ago, cracked open.

  She shook her head as pleasure battered her system. Chase shifted, releasing her breast, his mouth trailing open mouthed kisses up her collarbone and neck. His length poked against her side. She grasped his thick erection and stroked him in time with Zeke's thrusts, loving the feel of his member in her hand. Chase's lips landed on hers for a delicious mingling of lips and tongue. They were all connected, just like they had been last night. Chase thrust against her hand, moaning.

  "I want you to suck Chase off," Zeke ordered as he withdrew his erection and shifted her so that she was on all fours.

  Her body was awash with need, the desire to taste him filled her senses. Kara crawled over Chase until his erect member bobbed beneath her mouth. Her fingers stroked him, caressing the shaft, learning the contours, cupping his balls, testing their weight. Chase strained his hips. Their gazes clashed as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the smooth head. He hissed and trembled beneath her. The heady power of controlling his pleasure swamped her system.

  "Mmm," she moaned. Zeke's length pushed inside her warm sheath from behind, his testes smacking against her clit.

  Her tongue circled and played with the head of Chase's cock before she swallowed his length, moving her mouth up and down his firm erection. She grazed him with her teeth. Ran her tongue along the base as she hollowed her cheeks, giving him head in earnest. She took his full length inside her mouth, deep throating him until his member touched the back of her throat.

  Zeke's fingers dug into her hips as he pounded his flesh inside her tight channel. Kara felt Zeke's balls slapping against her clitoris in his fervent onslaught. Chase surged his hips in rapid succession, fucking her mouth with wild abandon. She performed a few more deep throat maneuvers that had Chase bucking his hips madly.

  "Ahhh, Kara," Zeke roared as he hammered her pussy. His cock swelled and lurched as his semen spewed in warm jets inside her channel. Zeke slowed his thrusts as his climax subsided. Withdrawing his softening member, he released her legs, moving and collapsing on his stomach on the bed next to Chase. Chase took the opportunity and vacancy in her body to switch gears.

  "Come ride me, gorgeous." Chase growled the command.

  Needing no further prompting, Kara released his cock from her mouth with a popping sound and crawled up over his body until she hovered over the stiff length of his erection. Rubbing her hips against him, she moaned at the feel of his length against her sex. Then she lifted her hips and fitted his member at the entrance to her vagina. She looked into his eyes; the dark liquid pools blazed with hunger, and lowered herself over his cock slowly. His shaft was thicker than Zeke's, stretching the walls of her sheath as her body accepted his firm member.

  Chase groaned, thrusting his hips as she set the pace—a more leisurely tempo. Reveling in the sensuous feel of him furrowed inside her, she canted her hips in a slow and steady rotation, placing her hands on his chest for balance. Chase's fingers gripped her hips, attempting to increase her speed. Kara grabbed his hands, re-positioning them over her breasts, and squeezed. He rasped his thumbs over her nipples and she gasped.

  They battled over who was in control of their lovemaking. Kara had the distinct impression that Chase didn't mind her small show of dominance. It only served to increase her desire, her body spiraling higher. In this position she was able to resist Chase's demands to increase the tempo. Instead she gyrated her hips, making them both delirious with desire.

  On a muttered oath, Chase moved his upper body into a sitting position and enveloped hers. His arms crushed her against him, wrapped around her form with his hands gripping her shoulders as he furiously pistoned his cock inside her. Her arms lay against his shoulders, her hands grasping his neck and holding him close, her fingers brushing against the silken stands of his hair. She gasped, her head tipped back. Chase's mouth was next to her ear, his grunts driving her wild. It was almost as if he was attempting to crawl inside her, his thrusts were so forceful and rapid. He overrode any control she had and overwhelmed her sensibilities with every hammered plunge. Kara's body splintered in a cascading groundswell between one thrust and the next.

  She wailed as the waves of her climax battered her body. The hot jets of Chase's semen caused another round of fluttering spasms. He continued sliding inside her until their bodies ceased trembling. Her body had melted against him. They remained in that position, wrapped around one another as their breathing and heartrates returned to normal. Chase was so solid and strong, Kara felt safe and protected, like no harm would ever come to her as long as he held her. She noticed the seraphic sensation of moisture suffusing her eyes. As independent as she had been her entire life, Chase made her yearn to stay within his embrace, to trust that he had her back and would always be there. He made her want more than a few mind blowing orgasms.

  Then he shifted, pulling her down with him as he lay back, nuzzling her neck with his lips, the stubble of his goatee tickling her. Chase adjusted her frame so that she reclined on her back, sandwiched between himself and Zeke, whom she felt turn toward her. Chase kissed her, his lips paying homage, telling her more than words ever could that he was just as moved as she by their joining. Chase snuggled against her side with his arm around her middle. Then Zeke turned her head and claimed her lips, and the barrier she'd had in place tumbled into the sea.

  He broke the kiss and stared down at her, a warm affection shining in
his electric blue eyes.

  "Good morning, pet. Sleep well?" Zeke's deep voice murmured, his eyes so bright a blue they took her breath away, reminding her of the blue waters of the ocean near the Bahamas.

  "Good morning to you. Yes, I did, thanks. And you?" Joy welled inside her chest.

  "I don't know about Zeke, but I slept better than I have for a long time." Chase stroked his fingers over her cheek.

  "Me as well." Zeke murmured, placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, and slid from the bed. She felt his separation keenly, bemoaning the loss of his warmth, wishing they could stay in bed like this all day.

  "We have a wedding to organize, so up and at them, gang," Zeke said with a spring in his step.

  Kara groaned, she hated mornings, was typically more of a night owl, and of course Zeke had to be one of those people who were chipper the moment they stepped out of bed. Granted, they had just had some fabulous sex, but she usually needed a coffee to perk her up. Kara's muscles were tender and sore in spots she'd forgotten she had muscles as she shifted her legs. She hadn't thought she was that out of shape. Although in her defense, one didn't normally have marathon sex, and she'd been on such a dry spell that it shouldn't be any wonder she was a bit stiff.

  Zeke padded naked to the bathroom. She licked her lips at the sight of his firm glutes; one of these days she'd get a chance to hold on to them as he screwed her brains out. Talk about buns of steel. She shifted her gaze and caught Chase with the same hungry stare she was sure was stamped across her own expression, over his face and raging in his eyes—for Zeke.

  Was there something going on there? Had she been right about their tastes at least partially, picking up on a subtext they had not explained? Zeke had assured her they were both Doms. Chase was a Dom, wasn't he? Doubts surfaced as Kara studied him. Had she ever known a Dom to allow a sub to take the reins during sex like he'd done with her this morning? Even though it had been brief and he had sure as hell acted like it in the end, he had gasped and writhed underneath her, allowing her to be in charge of their lovemaking. It could have been the heat of the moment, but she didn't think so as the inkling of doubt wriggled inside her brain and took root.