Venus rising boxset, p.75
Venus Rising Boxset, page 75
Which was fine because there was definitely a difference between being watched by strangers and being displayed in all her naked depravity before Justin—bound, spread, flogged—knowing he was taking in her every movement, every involuntary thrust of her hips, every flutter of her eyes. Could he see the evidence of her cunt clenching in the way her stomach muscles moved? Was the slick cream of her arousal clearly visible?
He was looking at her like a hungry lion on the savanna, and she was on the menu.
The rapid tattoo of leather on flesh increased, the strikes coming down harder. She cried out as it began to sting and bite all over her sensitized skin. The pain was a punishment in and of itself, even more so because she was so desperate to cum, yet the blows only increased her need without giving her the means to satisfy it.
Her leg muscles quivered as she undulated, her ass moving to meet the fall of the leather, her head thrown back, and breasts thrust out as she moved her body in rhythm with the strokes of the flogger.
“Beautiful,” she heard Justin say, his voice rumbling over her senses like a waterfall over rocks. She was losing herself in the sensations, falling into them in a way that had begun to feel familiar. It was as if her submission to them was an actual physical reaction in her body, one she couldn’t immediately release but which would slowly take her over as they led her deeper and deeper into the scene.
She was so internalized with the flicking sting of the flogger, the empty throbbing of her pussy, she didn’t hear Justin moving until someone was lifting her head upward and slipping something over her. Hazel eyes opened just long enough to see his masculine smugness before he pulled the blindfold down over her eyes.
Although she’d already had her eyes closed, for the most part, the complete darkness of the blindfold made her aware of her body in a way she’d hadn’t been. Now, she could not only feel the impact of the flogger and the need in her pussy, she realized her nipples were hardened into little points, aching for attention. A slight movement of cool air over her entire body made the flush on her skin feel even hotter by contrast. She could practically trace the lines of the flogger as it fell, so she knew where the final impact was going to happen.
“Oh God…” The words came out as a twisted moan. Justin had joined the fray; two floggers now whipped against her skin, in front and behind her. Her breasts swelled, growing heavier, needier as leather stroked across them, caressing and biting with a mere flick of Justin’s wrist. She knew it was him because the rhythm to her backside hadn’t changed, not once.
They worked her over in tandem, her focus splintering apart under the steady assault. She never knew which part of her body was going to feel the lash next, and it all started to blend together. Her entire body was on fire as if every stroke managed to snap against the entirety of her skin.
A blow struck between her legs, and what felt like the only untouched part of her body—and the neediest—suddenly exploded with sensation. The long lengths of leather covered the entire area, the tips striking against her clit where it was poking out, begging for some kind of contact. It was too much, too overwhelming, and she immediately drew her legs together as she cried out. The swollen folds of her pussy throbbed from the impact.
“Open,” Chris snapped out from behind her. A harsh blow to her ass had her yelping again, followed by one across the tips of her nipples that made the tender buds burn.
Immediately, she opened her legs again, instinctively sending them back to the same position they’d been holding for so long without worrying she might overstep and fall off the coffee table.
As soon as they were back in place, another stroke hit between her legs, this one from the front. The least harsh impact caressed her stinging clit, the ends snapping against her bottom, all around her anus, and she squirmed.
They began a new, torturous rhythm, taking turns with the strokes between her legs, slapping them against the other sensitive portions of her body between their turn. Her hips moved as if the flogger was a cock, fucking her, moving her closer and closer to orgasm—which she was, despite the lack of direct stimulation or penetration.
“Stop.”
The word echoed through her mind, although it didn’t make sense until the steady rhythm she’d grown accustomed to was gone, and her highly sensitized body hung, quivering, like a broken note from a harp string—incomplete, unfinished.
“You bastards…” she breathed, caught somewhere between ecstasy and hell.
A snapping sound, a blow to her pussy which had her writhing, and Jessica’s entire body tensed. Just one more… please…
It never came.
Instead, she felt Chris’ presence behind her, pushing her up onto her toes so he could ease the bindings around her wrists off of the hook. As her arms were lowered, she felt them tingle, and it was only then she realized how long they’d been above her head. But her arms weren’t her first priority. Her first priority was between her legs—a flayed, throbbing center of needy hunger that pulsed with excitement, even when Chris did nothing more than touch her to help her down from the table. Every inch of her skin was ten times more sensitive than before.
She had no idea most of her body was pink, all the blood brought to the surface by the steady beating she’d taken. Her pussy and nipples were dark red, testament to her arousal. It was all Chris and Justin could do not to lay her down and pleasure her relentlessly.
But that wouldn’t be much of a punishment.
Chris led her over to the couch by her bound wrists. Jessica leaned against him, weakened from her stint on the coffee table, and unnerved by having to walk without being able to see. The fact she didn’t protest or question his lead only showed how instinctively she trusted both of her men.
The padded arm of the couch pressed against her groin as Chris bent her over it, exposing her sopping pussy as she spread her legs, her buttocks turned upward. The cushion in front of her shifted beneath her forearms, and a hand wound around the back of her hair, pulling her head up. Her mouth hung open in surprise, and she had only a moment to register the smell of masculine musk before Justin's cock was shoved between her lips.
Jessica moaned hungrily, sucking hard on him. There was something so satisfying about the sensation of her jaw stretched around his thick meat, the texture of his skin rubbing over her tongue, the taste of flesh and salty pre-cum. Sometimes, she wondered why she got so much pleasure out of an act that did nothing for her, but she loved it. Her favorite part was watching Chris’ and Justin's reactions as she sucked them, but even with the blindfold on, she found herself enjoying the visceral pleasure, the sound of Justin's groans as he thrust between her lips.
Something cool prodded her anus, then Chris' fingers were slipping in. The tight hole convulsively shuddered as he slowly sank two digits past the ring of her sphincter, stretching her quickly and roughly. It burned so good. Jessica hummed her pleasure over Justin's cock, enjoying the way his fingers tightened in her hair as Chris began to finger her ass with steady, rhythmic thrusts.
“Do not cum until we tell you to,” Justin said, his voice sounding dark, cruel in her blindness. She whimpered, her hips wagging back and forth, wishing Chris would touch her pussy. Although she knew she could cum from anal stimulation alone, it took much longer and was liable to drive her crazy, she was already so hot for them.
“She's so tight back here,” Chris said, dipping his fingers deeply into her asshole, all the way up to his knuckles. “I don't think we've been fucking this sweet ass enough.”
“Well, that's easy enough to fix.”
Both men chuckled, and Jessica shuddered, the wickedness in their voices a caress over her sensitive skin. Fingers played across her shoulders, and her body reacted as if Justin had touched her breasts. Every inch of her skin had been so sensitized by the flogging, every brush was sexual, sensual. They were teasing her, touching her everywhere but where she truly needed it. The fingers pumping in and out of her ass were mocking her—so close to what she needed. With Justin's cock filling her mouth, she couldn't even beg.
Then the fingers left, and she was empty, so horribly empty, filled with darkness, inside and out. The moment seemed to drag, then a hot, hard cock prodded her anus, pushing into the small, gaping opening his fingers had left behind. The soft skin and plush give of the mushroom head were backed by what felt like a rod of steel. Jessica writhed as the slick head of Chris' cock popped into her empty space, her body clutching at him eagerly, wanting to be filled as many ways possible.
Her throat seemed to open, even more, allowing Justin to push deeper as her back arched, and her head came up, her ass burning as the thick rod of Chris' length opened it up. Although he sank in slowly, he didn't work himself back and forth to give her time to get used to the penetration; instead, he just pushed in, inch by excruciating inch, as she spasmed and convulsed around him.
It hurt.
So good.
The burn seemed to stab so deeply, she could feel it up into her chest, meeting the rawness of her throat as Justin used her from the other end.
Yes, yes, yes... please...
Lifting her hips, she tightened as Chris began to withdraw, the sensation of him receding from her needy hole, making her almost panic as he teased her by pulling completely out. Then he was shoving back in.
Hard.
Deep.
She screamed, her fingers digging into the couch, voice muffled by the swollen cock pressing down on her tongue. The burning in her bottom intensified as Chris gripped her butt cheeks hard and began to fuck her ass like it was her soaking pussy, showing no mercy.
It was exactly what her body craved, needed. She shook with heady exaltation as the tension in her belly curled and heated. The sloppy noise of sex filled her ears—the slurp of her mouth, the groans of the men, the slap of Chris' body against her ass. All she could smell, sense, and feel was the fucking, the physical need the three of them created together.
Nothing had ever felt so right than to be used by both her men, a vessel for their pleasure even as they brought her to heights of ecstasy.
The strokes in and out of her mouth slowed, becoming shallower, even though she was sucking even more enthusiastically than before. She realized Justin was close to the edge and was denying her the creamy treat she so badly wanted. The angle of his body said he was leaning forward, watching Chris penetrate her ass, over and over.
The pace Chris was setting was almost brutal as his lubed cock pounded in and out of her back door, the friction making her abused anus feel like it was on fire in the most delicious way. Small tremors shook her, traveling through her entire body.
“Slow down, or she's going to cum,” said Justin.
Jessica tried to yell out a muffled protest as Chris obeyed, angling his body to provide a different sort of stimulation, changing the way the penetration felt, so she couldn't quite pass over the edge.
“Bad girl,” murmured Chris. “Trying to cum before you were told to.”
The smack that landed on her ass smarted. Whimpering, she tried to move into a position where she could get off. Her clit was throbbing for attention. All it would take was the slightest touch, and she was sure she would spiral into ecstatic oblivion. Her ass tightened with every slap raining down on her already pinked skin, heightening her need to cum, denying her the satisfaction. The impromptu flashes of pain across her bottom distracted her from the pleasure as Chris began to saw in and out of her ass again, taking his time, luxuriating in the long, hard strokes as he violated her gripping tunnel.
It seemed to go on forever before his pace started to pick up again, his cock swelling and lengthening inside of her. She could feel the need beginning to drive his hips, the same need growing larger and larger inside of her since she'd joined them on the couch. Even though she couldn't say anything discernible, Jessica made pleading noises as Chris began to rock her hard, fucking her ass with the abandon of a man about to peak.
“No.” Justin's voice reverberated down her spine, and she groaned with frustration, tilting her hips, close... so close...
She cried out in frustration as Chris groaned and shoved deep and hard, filling her completely, and she felt the pulse of his cock throbbing inside of her, hot fluid gushing into her bowels. Although her body quivered and clasped, her muscles working, it just wasn't quite enough to send her over the edge.
A few more jerks inside of her as the hard rod slowly softened, only teasing her further. The emptiness, the need was so overwhelming, she didn't even notice Justin had withdrawn from her mouth until he was behind her, replacing Chris' soft dick with his own hard one.
“Oh, please...” Her jaw felt overworked now that she could feel it again, her voice raspy from the rough oral she'd given him. “Please... I need to cum...”
“Not yet.”
She squealed, high-pitched, as Justin thrust hard into her ass. It squished and burned as his rod pushed into the creamy load Chris had left behind. Sloppy seconds, yet somehow erotic to have one following immediately on the heels of the other. They'd taken turns with her pussy before, fucking her over and over until she was mindless with pleasure, but they'd never done it before with her ass.
And they'd never made her quite so mindless with sheer need before.
Justin showed even less mercy than Chris, fucking her hard and fast, punishing her stretched anus as he ravaged her from behind. The entire world narrowed down to a single point, one deep inside of her body where Justin's cock was rubbing with every hard stroke. With the blindfold on, she had no idea where Chris was, and she found herself tense, waiting for him to touch her again, knowing he would, yet unsure when or where.
The combination of nerves, the overwhelming need to cum, and the heady sensation of a slick cock pounding in and out of her ass was sending Jessica spiraling into physical shock. She couldn't put together coherent pleas anymore, she was too overwhelmed; instead, she just gasped and sobbed, her fingers feeling like they might break off into the cushion in front of her.
She was hovering on a knife's edge, the pain and pleasure cutting into her. Even though neither Chris nor Justin were touching her anywhere but her ass, she could feel the slices throughout her whole body. It grew, higher and higher, until she was vibrating with need, animalistic grunts and cries falling from her lips, tears soaking into the soft fabric of the blindfold.
“Now,” said Justin, and she thought he was talking to her, but she couldn't push herself over the edge.
Then something buzzed against her clit, and she screamed, the explosion of sound abrading her throat as she was forced past the point of no return and into an all-consuming orgasm. The bucking thrusts into her ass, pounded her flat into the couch, but she hardly noticed as she writhed and clawed at the cushion; white-hot jagged lightening catapulting across her vision. Her legs would have kicked, but his own had her pinned against the couch, making it impossible for her to close them against the vibrating assault on her pussy.
Behind her, the men worked in tandem, Justin plowing her ass, Chris kneeling just behind him with a vibrator pressed to Jessica's clit. The juices of her arousal were coating her thighs, so slick and wet, it was almost impossible to hold the vibrator against her swollen, red clit. The hoarse screams of ecstasy hardened him again as he watched Justin's cock plundering her well-used hole.
Ecstasy cascaded over Jessica in rippling tremors, unstoppable as Chris pressed his advantage with the vibrator. The need that had been building for so long, burst outward, filling her skin until it felt like it was too tight, the rapture bubbling over in a frothy swell of heat that made her feel like her mind was melting into a chaotic blend of flashing colors and buzzing sensations.
The spurting liquid in her ass felt like a natural extension of the flowing tide of passion in her body, the ebb, and sway of her jerking climax which went on and on and on...
They worked together to get Jessica upstairs and into the shower, her head lolling on her shoulders, a satisfied smile firmly planted on her lips despite her attempts to glare at them. Everything was sore. Everything was wonderful. Her body still buzzed with the pleasure they'd given her, yet it had been one of the most painfully frustrating experiences she'd ever had.
“You’d better never do that again,” she said, although her voice didn’t carry much conviction.
“Which part?” asked Chris, sounding amused. Chris held her upright on trembling legs, and Justin tested the water for the shower, flashing her a sardonic smile as he let the water run over his hand and adjusted the faucet.
“Making me wait to cum like that.” Even to herself, she sounded like a petulant child, but the truth was, she had enjoyed all the rest of it. A tiny part of her insisted she’d enjoyed being kept on edge too, but mostly not. “It was mean.”
“It was punishment, little one,” Justin said, turning to face her and dropping a kiss onto her frowning lips. He grinned suddenly, and she stifled a sigh at how handsome he looked when his entire face lit up. “It’s a good thing you decided you liked us and not Rick.”
“Rick?” she asked as they helped her into the shower, Justin preceding her with Chris following behind. “What does he have to do with anything?” Her experiences with him when he’d been Mr. Winter had been pretty damn hot, even if there hadn’t been anything more than physical pleasure and instruction, not the kind of connection she’d had with her men, even back at the school when they’d first met.
“He likes orgasm play,” said Chris, pulling her under the spray of water. She let out a happy moan as the hot water ran over her sore muscles, stinging slightly as droplets caressed her anus. “Forcing them, but mostly orgasm denial.”
Jessica gasped a little. “That’s a thing?”
“And he likes to play for days,” Justin teased as they turned her around so Chris could shampoo her hair. “You think making you wait half an hour is bad? Try twenty-four hours… or more.”
She giggled, sighing a little as strong fingers massaged her scalp.
“Right, you guys are saints,” she said, rolling her eyes.
