Hot Summer Nights

Chapter 9

She nodded vigorously, willing to do anything if only she could have some release. Her entire body was one large erogenous zone, crying for satisfaction. She needed something in her v****a right now. Right now!

"But only when we give the command, right?"

She nodded again, pleading with him with her eyes.

"We're not going to f**k you yet," he told her, watching her with darkened eyes. "That comes later. Besides, we want to be able to watch you come apart, held in place by the restraints while your body convulses with pleasure. You have no idea how many nights I wanted to suggest that to you, but..."His voice trailed off. "But now we have tonight." He nodded at Adam.

The blond god reached into a drawer and took out a vibrator that looked very lifelike, even to the bulbous, purplish head. It was at least as thick around as Mike's c**k. Shannon's eyes widened and she wondered if she'd be able to take it with the butt plug in her ass.

"Don't worry, kitten," he assured her. "You'd be surprised how well this will fit. And with that plug in your ass, you'll get a taste of what it will be like when we both have our c***s stuffed inside you."

"She's so drenched it should slip right in," Adam told Mike as he breached her vaginal opening and watched as her flesh opened and stretched to take the toy inside.

When it was fully seated, Adam pressed the base of it and a humming raced through her system, spreading out to all her extremities. She was filled, so filled she wasn't sure she could breathe, yet wildly she wanted more. Her hips jerked as nerves in her p***y kicked from the vibrations and her muscles gripped the realistic plastic dildo. The sensations transmitted themselves through the thin membrane separate her v****a and her rectum, and she was sure the plug was moving as well.

Adam was stroking her inner thighs and nibbling on her labia, while Mike continued to play with her breasts, tugging the n*****s with his teeth then laving them with his tongue. His fingers traced circles around each mound, then did a little dance on the column of her throat and the sensitive spot behind her ear.

Now Shannon understood why Mike had placed the ball gag in her mouth, Without it she'd be screaming the roof down with her need. Her orgasm was bubbling so close to the surface it took every bit of control she had to hold back. Her skin was covered with perspiration and her hips jerked in an uneven rhythm, and still they aroused her body, watching her with intense eyes, the warning clear: "Not yet."

But when Adam turned up the speed on the vibrator one more time and began sliding it in and out of her p***y, mimicking what he planned to do with his c**k, when he gave her clit a final pinch and Mike squeezed both n*****s hard between thumb and forefinger she shook with the effort to hold on.

"Now," Mike commanded. "Let go now, Shannon. Let it happen."

The last threads of her control snapped and the orgasm took her body like a monster storm, every muscle clenched, womb throbbing, cunt muscles clutching. She was in the eye of the tempest, hurled this way and that, straining against her bonds as spasms rippled through her.

The, without warning, Adam removed the dildo and he and Mike placed their large hands on her thighs, pulling them even further apart, exposing her convulsing v****a as she screamed behind the gag. It didn't help that one of them-she couldn't even tell any more-traced a finger tip around the mouth of her v****a forcing the flutters into an endless cycle without anything to grip for satisfaction.

At last Adam crawled forward again, shoved his stiffened tongue inside her and f****d her with it until the last of the aftershocks died away. Mike was placing soft kisses on her n*****s and brushing the damp strands of hair away from her face. After placing a quick kiss on her lips, he unfastened the ball gag and he and Adam removed the ankle and wrist restraints.

"You okay, sugar?" Mike asked.

Shannon nodded.

"Oh, oh," Adam said. "She forgot the words. Another spanking to add to the list."

Shannon's brain kicked in. "Yes, Master. Er, Masters. I am fine."

"And?" Mike prodded.

"And thank you."

She collapsed back on the pillows, limp as a dishrag. The men kneeled on either side of her, massaging her sore muscles, engorged c***s bobbing against her thighs. And how strange it was that despite a climax that shook her to the rafters, she was still unfulfilled. Unsatisfied

"I think a shower is in order," Adam suggested, propping Shannon up and handing her a fresh glass of wine. He looked up at Mike? "What do you say?"

"I say Shannon needs to learn that we always shower with our subs. We take pains to prepare them for the evening."

Shannon slid her gaze from one to the other. "P-Prepare, Masters?"

"We-I didn't want to throw too much at you at once, but here's where you can thank us for a nice evening and go home, if you want to." He lifted her in his arms, ignoring Adam, fixing his dark eyes on her. "I want this with you, Shannon. I broke off with you because I was afraid it would frighten you, but now I see how natural our relationship could be. I have very strong feelings for you."

She ran her tongue over her lower lip studying his face. Then she dipped her head. She knew the lingo. She'd surfed the web enough. "I am honored to be your sub."

She could have sworn he breathed a sigh of relief, but that wouldn't be in keeping with either his personality or his dominance. Still, it gave her a warm feeling nothing like the heat generated by the s*x.

"You will bathe us," he told her, carrying her to a bathroom that was surprisingly large for a cabin," and then we will do the same for you."

Adam was already waiting in the wide shower stall, the soft streams of water beating over his skin, a bottle of shower gel in one of his big hands. Mike removed the butt plug, running his fingertips lovingly over the now more relaxed hole and Adam handed her the gel.

"Come, sweetheart. We'll show you how to do this."

They had her bathe them from the waist up, first one then the other. She loved the sensual play of muscles under the skin as she rubbed lather into their backs, along their arms, then into their chests. Daringly she put one sudsy hand on Mike's chest and the other on Adam's and let her slipper fingers dance lightly over their n*****s. She looked up and saw dark slashes of red across their cheeks as she scraped her fingernails across the firm buds and pinched and tugged at them.

Mike finally grabbed her wrists and forced her down. "On your knees. You have more work to do."