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  “That’s not sex?”

  “That’s just play. I have a lot to teach you guys.” She smiled, holding up a second finger. “I say red, you stop, no matter what it is. Immediately. If you don’t, you better be miles away when I get loose, or you’re going to wish you’d never been born. You’ve met Tilly. That should be warning enough.”

  She ticked up a third finger. “You have the right to call red, too. Or yellow. If I call yellow, that means we need to stop and talk.”

  A fourth finger. “Never violate a safeword. Ever. Eeevveerr. The first time you do, that’s the last time you set eyes on me. Ever. Got it?”

  He nodded. “Got it.”

  “Sound fair?”

  “What if I have questions?”

  “Oh, I’m hoping you have questions. The first several times we play, I’m guessing you’re going to be doing a lot of talking. I’d rather you ask me what you think are dopey questions than not ask me and this goes off the rails, as they say.”

  “This is a lot of hard work.”

  She frowned. “Yeah, it is. Is that a problem?”

  He shook his head. “Not at all. It just makes me mad at my parents a little more than before.

  Chapter Ten

  Chelbie opted to play in the living room. She didn’t want to make a whole lot of noise and disturb the neighbors, but fortunately the men were on an end unit, and downstairs, so hopefully they’d be okay.

  Nick sat on the couch and watched her unpack the duffel bag of goodies onto the coffee table. When she held up the Hitachi, an electric one, she grinned. “You said you wanted to play with forced orgasms, right?”

  He nodded, his eyes wide and looking a little shell-shocked.

  “Good.” She waved it back and forth in front of her. “Then this will become your new best friend,” she said. “Better than batteries.” She set it aside and got everything ready. After she had him fetch a couple of towels, she straddled his lap on the couch, her arms draped over his shoulders.

  “Any questions?” she asked.

  He seemed to be at a loss for what to do with his hands, so she grabbed them and put them on her ass, then returned her arms to his shoulders. “No restricted zones,” she said. “Just restricted activities.”

  “What else isn’t allowed?” he asked, sounding hoarse.

  Poor guy, his cock was hard and pressing against his slacks.

  It didn’t help matters that she was rubbing herself against him, either.

  “No oral tonight,” she said. “Either way. Hands can go anywhere. And there are toys.” She smiled. “We can get naked. But no penetration. No body fluids exchanged.”

  “No kissing?” he asked.

  “Kissing allowed,” she said. She leaned in and did just that, enjoying the way his fingers dug into her ass, the way he moaned as she rubbed against his cock through his pants.

  “And this is allowed,” she said, slipping the straps of her sundress down so her breasts were exposed.

  He took the hint and moaned around her right nipple, sucking it, licking it.

  “Yeesss,” she said. “Just like that. I won’t leave you guys hanging tonight,” she said. “When Rich gets home, I’ll take care of him, too, while we play. See? There are a lot of things we can do that don’t involve crossing the line into sex in my book.”

  He moved to her left nipple, eagerly sucking it and making her clit scream for attention.

  After a few minutes of that, she leaned back, grabbed her collar and wrist cuffs from the table, and handed them to him. “I think I need to be collared and punished for teasing you, Sir,” she whispered.

  He took the hint, his fingers trembling as he buckled the collar around her throat. She watched his face as he buckled the cuffs around her wrists.

  Then she brought his hand up to the D-ring on the front of her collar and hooked his finger through it before letting her hands fall to her sides.

  “Your turn,” she softly said. “Don’t worry about marking me. Just try not to mark my arms, do not mark me above my neck, and avoid my lower legs.”

  She ground her hips against him again. “I’m thinking maybe you might want to start with a spanking, Sir.”

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  Nick felt like his brain had shut off. His cock screamed for attention, but he ignored it, knowing if he tried to go there right now, it would ruin the evening.

  He would suffer through it and do things the way she said.

  It was the only way he’d learn.

  He drew her head down, making her lie over his lap, her head to his left side. With his left hand on the back of her neck, smoothed his hand over her ass.

  “You can pull my dress up and my panties off, Sir.”

  He pulled the hem of her sundress up, but left her panties on. Instead, he ran a finger under the leg hole on each side, gathering the fabric until they were a wedgie in the seam of her ass.

  Then he stroked her ass, almost content to sit there and just do that until she squirmed a little on his lap and he remembered they were just getting started.

  He raised his hand and, erring on the side of caution, lightly smacked her right ass cheek.

  She wiggled her hips at him. “Thank you, Sir. But you can go harder than that.”

  It took him six more tries, adding a little more force each time, before she let out a satisfied sigh.

  “Yesss, Sir,” she said. “Redden your girl’s ass.”

  He proceeded to do just that, taking his time, and even running his fingers between her legs. The crotch of her panties was soaked.

  She even spread her legs wider, arching her hips when he did that.

  He took a chance and slipped his fingers under her panties, one finger easily sliding inside her.

  Chelbie let out a gasp. “Yes!”

  He started playing with her, watching her body language as she squirmed, noting how she seemed to enjoy it when he tightened his grip on the collar even more and held her in place while he explored her pussy with his finger and played with her swollen clit.

  “Such a good girl,” he said, feeling a little silly as he said it.

  A soft, mewling sigh escaped her. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Then he started spanking her again, back and forth, until both her ass cheeks were nice and red. He reached over to the table, grabbed the smaller dildo, and carefully started working it inside her.

  Now she squirmed, rocking her hips, moaning. He got it mostly inside her and then pulled her panties over it to hold it in place while he started spanking her again.

  His cock was hard, throbbing, aching, but something about this felt…

  Right.

  In the times he and Rich had a woman between them, squirming, moaning, coming, nothing had felt this…

  Sexy.

  He liked it.

  He alternated spanking her with reaching under her panties and playing with her clit, gently fucking her with the dildo embedded inside her.

  After nearly thirty minutes of that, she started squirming. “Sir, please, make me come.”

  The instinctive answer welled up from inside him. “No.”

  * * * *

  Chelbie’s eyes popped open. “What?”

  He smacked her ass again. “You don’t get to come until Rich gets home.”

  She tried to sit up but Nick held her collar in an iron grip. “What?” she asked, nearly a whine.

  “I said, you don’t get to come until Rich gets home. I got to spend all evening with you. It’s only fair he gets to see you come for the first time for us.”

  “But—”

  “Is that a safeword?”

  “No, but—”

  “Then you’re going to wait. It’ll be about an hour or so. I’m sure you can survive that long.”

  “I…” She lay there, trying to process this. “What?”

  “I said, I’m not letting you come until he gets home.” Now he pulled on her collar. “Up on your knees,” he said.

  She did, glad he’d left her
panties on her or she would have lost the dildo. She was so wet, it would have slid right out of her.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  She complied.

  His blue eyes looked dark, intense. He reached over to the table and grabbed one of the snap clips and clipped her wrist cuffs together.

  Her clit throbbed. Yes, she could easily undo the clip herself, but that wasn’t the point.

  He smiled, hooking a finger through her collar and pulling her down for a kiss. “You look a little befuddled.”

  “I…” She swallowed hard. This is exactly what she’d wanted.

  She just hadn’t expected this.

  “Oh, don’t worry. Once we get you coming, we’re not going to stop unless you safeword, or we’re ready to let you stop. That okay with you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah, what?”

  She gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

  She didn’t even call the other Tops she’d played with “Sir” because she wasn’t collared to them.

  This felt right, though. Calling him that.

  With his free hand, he reached down and ran his fingers over her clit through the sodden fabric of her panties. “Like you said, no reason to rush things. Right?”

  Fuck. He’s a sexual sadist!

  Her pussy clenched around the dildo. If this didn’t work out with the brothers, she might just give up trying to find anyone and take an oath of celibacy.

  No one she’d played with had ever made her feel like this before.

  Ever.

  Yes, she’d done orgasm play with others. But it had been mechanical, fun, physically sating, but not emotionally fulfilling. Like eating rice cakes on a diet. It temporarily slaked the hunger, but didn’t exactly take care of it.

  His lips curled in a delicious smile. With both hands, he started playing with her nipples, experimenting, pinching them, squeezing until she winced and then backing off a little but only adding to the throbbing in her clit.

  “You know,” he said, “when we do progress to sex, Rich and I love fucking a woman at the same time. Have you ever had anal?”

  She nodded. “Mostly toys, but yeah.”

  He scanned the stuff on the table, then pulled the dildo from her pussy. She shouldn’t have worried, though. He picked up the larger one and slowly started working it inside her pussy, making her moan, finally using her panties to hold it in place.

  Then he took one of the condoms and opened it, rolling it down over the dildo, and she knew exactly what was about to happen. He donned gloves, grabbed the lube, and laid one of the towels over his lap. Thus equipped, he reached around, unclipped her wrists, and patted his lap. “I want to see you come with two cocks in you. Fake ones or ours, I don’t care. Give us a realistic preview.”

  He smiled, and it nearly made her orgasm right there. “When Rich gets home shortly, we’re going to enjoy hearing you beg to come.”

  She climbed back over his lap, facedown. He made her put her wrists together above her head and clipped the cuffs together. At least like this, she could balance a little on her elbows.

  He pulled down her panties and patted her ass. “Spread your legs.”

  When she felt the cold lube hit her ass, she moaned, trying to hold still.

  This is really happening!

  He took his time, teasing her, first with one finger and then two, fucking her ass with his hand before getting the dildo lubed up.

  When she felt the tip of the toy pressing against her ass, he said, “At least this is something I have some experience in. Nothing sexier than having a woman squirming on Rich’s cock while I get her ass nice and loose so I can fuck it.”

  She moaned as he slowly started fucking the dildo in her ass. She’d had this one in her ass plenty of times, especially in the shower, while she made herself come with the handheld massage shower head.

  But this…someone else in control of it, with the larger dildo stretching her pussy…

  Wait, why am I waiting for sex?

  Right. Focus…

  It was hard to focus on anything with the feel of the toys buried in her body. Once he had the dildo inside her ass, he slowly fucked her with it, making her moan even louder.

  “How does that feel, missy?”

  “Good, Sir!”

  Fuck, yeah, it felt good. Better than good.

  He was about to say something when they heard the front door open. Rich walked in, started to speak, and then apparently froze.

  “Hey, bro,” Nick said. “Just in time. She’s pretty horny, but I told her she wasn’t allowed to come until you got home.”

  * * * *

  Rich froze, not even closing the door as he stared at them. Chelbie, over Nick’s lap her dress up over her waist, down exposing her breasts, her panties down, and what looked like…

  Holy fuck!

  “Well, come here,” Nick said. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

  He finally closed the door, set the food down on the table, forgotten, and walked over.

  “What… What?”

  Nick grinned. “Here’s the ground rules.” He laid them out for Rich. Rich stared at Chelbie, who was squirming across Nick’s lap. He stared at her pink ass, a few handprints visible here and there.

  “So, are you good with that?” Nick asked.

  “Uh, uh-huh.”

  “Good. Grab the Hitachi and we’ll flip her over and get started. I’ll let you do the honors. She’s really horny.”

  He swallowed, realizing his own cock was now pressing against his shorts.

  “Okay.”

  Nick got her rolled over and lifted her legs so Rich could sit next to her. Repositioned like that, her hips were actually between them, but he had the perfect angle to reach her pussy.

  Nick peeled off one of the gloves inside out and tossed it on the floor. “Might want to leave her panties on, to help hold them in.”

  This has got to be a dream.

  He stared up at Chelbie’s face, her brown eyes glazed over, cuffed hands clipped together over her head. “You’re okay with this?”

  “Please make me come, Sir!” she desperately begged. “He hasn’t let me come yet. Please!”

  Fuck!

  Now his cock ached, throbbing, hell screaming for relief. “When do I stop?” he asked, not sure if the question should be directed to Nick or Chelbie.

  “Her safeword is red,” Nick said, staring down at her with an evil smile. “Unless she calls red, even if she begs to stop, we don’t stop. Not until we’re ready to stop. Right?” he asked her.

  She nodded. “Please don’t stop until you’re ready to stop,” she said. “Unless I safeword.”

  “I told her,” Nick said, “that we wanted to see what she looked like coming with two cocks inside her. Hopefully a preview of what she’ll look like when we get to that point sexually.”

  “Um, isn’t this sex?”

  “Technically not,” Nick said. “We’ll go over that. My thinking,” he continued, “is that once we’re done making her come, we let her put condoms on us, and she can keep those dildos inside of her while she gives us handjobs at the same time. When she makes us come, then she can take them out. How’s that sound?”

  Chelbie moaned, nodding.

  Rich nodded, hoping he hadn’t just moaned out loud, too. He knew he’d have a wet spot inside his briefs. “Okay.” His voice broke. “Sure.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Chelbie squirmed on their laps, wishing they’d get on with it. She now sympathized with guys about blue balls. She’d always thought that was bullshit.

  Apparently not, and apparently women could have it, too. She’d never needed to come so badly before. Ever.

  She’d been with three guys, total, before, but no one in a couple of years. And those three guys had all been vanilla, whose idea of getting kinky meant doing it doggy style or pulling out and coming on her tits.

  This…

  Holy shit.

  The wonderful, faint aroma of garlic fille
d the apartment and her mouth started watering. Must have been the food Rich had brought home.

  Wait, focus, dammit!

  Rich clicked the switch on the Hitachi and it hummed to life. Nick started playing with her nipples, pinching and twisting them, making her gasp.

  And then Rich pressed the Hitachi against her clit through her panties.

  The world exploded, her back arching as she tried not to scream with pleasure.

  Fucking hell! Nothing had ever felt as intense.

  Ever.

  Eevvveeerrr.

  Nick let go of her nipples, one hand grabbing her collar and holding on, the other resting on her stomach. “Such a good girl. Look at me.”

  She forced her eyes open, the pleasure racing through her, singing every last nerve ending in her body, her ass and pussy clenching against the dildos inside her.

  “Just think. When we finally do get to that point, those will be our cocks inside your pussy while we use a Hitachi on you.”

  Holy.

  Shit.

  “You think you’re going to like it when we get to that point, missy?”

  She nodded.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  She felt it, subspace. It had snuck up on her, whacked her over the head, and ran off, giggling and yukking it up.

  She’d do anything for them.

  She desperately hoped they didn’t fuck this up and force her to safeword.

  He leaned in, his lips inches from hers as the Hitachi mercilessly pulled another orgasm out of her. “Poor baby. All helpless. I can’t wait to learn how to hogtie you. Then when we’re finally able, one of us can be fucking that sweet mouth of yours while the other one pounds his cock into your pussy. And then we’ll switch places and do it again.”

  She writhed, pleasure so intense it was nearly agony.

  “How’s that sound?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He grinned. “You know what? I never had any idea forced orgasm play was so much damn fun. It’s going to make waiting on that handjob you’re going to give us sooo worth it.”

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