Their leading lady, p.11
Their Leading Lady, page 11
She nodded vigorously, wincing when the action tugged on the nipple clamps, making her eyes water.
“I thought so.” He picked up something that looked like a table tennis paddle, with pimples on one side. “Now, this is real gentle. Get on your hands and knees for me, darlin’, and let me at that cute arse of yours. Just remember to control your breathing and try to empty your mind of everything except anticipated pleasure. Think you can do that for me?”
She nodded again, conscious of Lloyd sliding sideways beneath her upper body and playing with the nipple clamps, distracting her from what Jago was about to do to her. She felt one of his large hands lying on her butt cheeks as though claiming ownership. It swept in large circles and then the paddle was brought down lightly in place of his hand. She flinched and jerked forward on her knees.
“Keep still,” Jago said. “That didn’t hurt. In fact you liked it a lot.”
His voice was soft and so persuasive that she barely moved a muscle when he spanked her again a little harder. He continued to do so, a dozen times in quick succession, telling her she’d been a real bad girl. Heat spiraled through her at the sound of his low, stirring voice, scolding her in a way that made her feel cherished. Moisture dripped from her cunt and trickled down her thighs. If this was how bad behavior was rewarded, then she fully intended to transgress their rules a hell of a lot more regularly! She had experimented with light, self-inflicted pain in the past, it was true, but she was in control of that. This was another ball game entirely. She was placing her trust in a comparative stranger and Scarlett didn’t do trust—not since she’d been so comprehensively taken for a ride by Sylvester and his cronies.
But this was a ride that she’d happily take a chance on.
Torture blossomed into pleasure and her entire body vibrated with raw need. She had never wanted—no, needed—physical release quite so badly and she would do whatever Jago and Lloyd demanded of her to get there.
She threw her head back, inhaling sharply as she absorbed the stinging flurry of gentle spanks Jago administered in what was obviously intended as the end of her chastisement. Part of her was glad because she would get to experience whatever came next. The rest of her didn’t want it to end. She actually enjoyed the liberating feeling she got from being spanked and pleasing Jago. Liberating because she enjoyed ceding responsibility for her welfare to Jago’s more than capable hands. She was beginning to understand what Lloyd got out of placing himself beneath his lover’s absolute control. He did it because he trusted Jago to look out for him, and it occurred to Scarlett then that she did as well. What the fuck…Jago was a virtual stranger to her. She knew nothing about him. Had she lost her mind? Was she permitting passion to overcome prudence?
Then she reminded herself that Jago and Lloyd weren’t Sylvester. Not all men were out to exploit her.
“There, darlin’,” Jago said, bending his head to gently kiss her buttocks. “You took that like a natural and I’m betting you just loved it.”
She nodded, just in case he was in any doubt.
“Yeah, you’ve made me really proud of you. Now, let’s see how you take to this.”
She squirmed and a small protest slid past the gag as she felt lube sliding down the crack between her cheeks.
“Don’t fight me now, darlin’. You were doing so well.”
She heard disappointment in his voice and struggled to relax. He hadn’t said he planned to fuck her ass and she wasn’t sure she was ready for something that extreme. But she also knew she would do anything it took not to disappoint him. A slick finger circled her anus and pushed at its entrance. She flinched.
“You’ve got to let me in, sweetheart,” he said in his soft, velvety, most persuasive voice. “Come on now, just relax for me. I haven’t done anything to you yet that you haven’t enjoyed, have I?”
She felt his hair flop over her backside as he gently kissed and caressed it with swirling motions of his tongue. Lloyd was doing something with the nipple clamps that made desire sweep through her so aggressively that she didn’t even notice when Jago’s finger breached her tightly-coiled muscle and invaded her ass.
“There you go.” He moved it about and although it burned a little, the sensation was not nearly so intrusive as Scarlett had supposed it would be. “You see. I told you you’d like it.”
A second figure joined the first and just as quickly disappeared again. Then something that definitely wasn’t a finger slid into her back passage.
“It’s a butt plug which will distend you,” Jago told her. “Get you used to the idea. It’s filled with oil and once this baby warms up, you’ll think all your birthdays have come together. Now, let’s get this settled in place, then we’ll have some real fun.”
It actually felt okay. More than okay, but then, she was so ready for them that she’d have taken just about anything any place they chose to put it.
“That’s my good girl,” Jago said, sounding pleased with himself— and her. “I’ve never had an arse virgin before and I’ve got to tell you, the idea excites the hell out of me. Okay, darling, turn onto your back and lift your arms above your head for me.”
Scarlett moved cautiously, worried that the foreign thing up her backside would slide out. Having not wanted it there, she was already reluctant to part with it.
“Don’t you worry about that, sugar. It’ll stay right where it is.” Jago chuckled as he shackled her wrists with soft restraints that appeared to be permanently attached to the side of the bed. Got to hand it to these guys, she thought. They were organized. “They you go. Look at yourself in the ceiling mirror. Do you look like a lady begging to be fucked?”
If Scarlett could have spoken, she would have had to agree that she did. But all she could do was nod, wishing they’d get on with it because she was not only turned on, but also a little apprehensive. Her eyes widened when she noticed that Jago had slid a cock ring over his erection and was gently massaging himself as he watched her intently.
“Yeah, you’ve got me turned on. Now spread your legs and bring your knees up,” he said curtly. “Good girl. Now lift your butt for me.” Jago thrust several pillows beneath her pleasantly sore backside so that her pelvis was tilted upward. “That’s better. We need Lloyd to be able to get real deep into that tight little cunt of yours. It would be a crying shame if you didn’t get the full benefit from that fat cock of his.”
Lloyd grinned as he climbed between her legs and started to play with her clit. Several of his fingers disappeared inside her pussy with ease. Then his entire fist. She gasped, convinced there wouldn’t be enough room, what with that thing in her backside.
“Relax, honey,” Lloyd crooned. “Listen to what your body’s telling you, and I happen to know it’s telling you it wants me to do this.”
Scarlett gurgled—her way of saying she had to agree with him.
“You need to move with us, sugar,” Jago said, kneeling behind Lloyd and fondling his balls. “I’ll set the pace.” Of course you will. “Okay, kids, let’s fuck.”
Scarlett’s assumption that Lloyd would remove the lace-up G-string and strap around his balls proved to be unfounded. She gasped when his imprisoned shaft, hard and ready, found her moist opening and the soft leather agitated the sensitized walls of her cunt as he sank into it with a low sigh. He then remained perfectly still and she felt shortchanged, until she remembered he would be waiting for Jago to kick off this party. Laughing around the gag, she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her lower body so that he was forced to sink all the way into her. If Jago wasn’t ready to party, she wasn’t so subservient that she was willing to wait for him.
Shit, Lloyd was big! He was stretching her to capacity, and she loved it. Appearing to know exactly when she needed a little pain, he tugged on the nipple clamps, causing Scarlett to retaliate by gripping his thick length tight and refusing to let it go.
“Yeah, you got it, darlin’,” Jago said from behind Lloyd, whom she assumed he had now entered. She glanced in the mirror to her side and gasped when she saw his cock sink smoothly into Lloyd’s backside, while her legs gripped Lloyd’s waist like a boa constrictor with attitude.
His balls slapped against Lloyd’s buttocks as he picked up the rhythm and she and Lloyd moved in perfect harmony with him.
“You guys are rocking my world,” Lloyd said from in between them, his voice strangled, needy.
“Happy to oblige, lover,” Jago said, no longer sounding quite so in control himself. Scarlett glanced in the mirror again. Jago’s corded neck muscles and powerful biceps were quivering with the strain of restraint. Mr. Cool was losing his cool, Scarlett thought, wishing she’d been more in control herself so she could tease him about it. Instead, current gathered deep within her body, a low, pulsating thrum. Acute desire, liquid and smoldering, chased all thoughts from her head, other than the sharp, tangible need for release. “You okay, darlin’?”
Scarlett nodded, gasping when she saw, reflected in the mirror, what Jago was doing to Lloyd. He’d tugged hard on the chain attached to the back of his collar. It was obviously restricting Lloyd’s airways and his face took on the appearance of a puffer fish. But if he bothered him, he gave no sign. In fact, it appeared to turn him on if the swelling of his cock inside Scarlett’s pussy was anything to go by. She’d heard about auto-asphyxiation but had never thought to witness anything quite so dangerous. Seriously aroused now, Scarlett briefly wondered if she was supposed to wait for permission to come.
Screw that!
She increased the force of her pelvic movements, taking everything Lloyd had to offer her, gurgling around the gag as a violent wave of heat surged and pleasure spangled tantalizingly just out of reach.
“You need to come, don’t you, sugar?” Jago’s voice, deep and arresting, carried a hint of satisfaction. It was as though he wanted her to lose control. Perhaps so he could punish her. “Let it go, angel. Take what Lloyd’s giving you because you need it bad. You just love the feel of his big cock inside you, I can tell.”
She moaned as his encouragement and something primitive in Lloyd’s scorching expression drove her increasingly wild. She needed her voice. She desperately wanted to call out and articulate her feelings. She hadn’t realized before that vocal expression was such an important part of sexual…well, expression. But then, there was a hell of a lot she had to learn about the vagaries of hot sex performed with two equally hot men who didn’t need a map to find their way around a woman’s body.
Fiery vibes coursed through Scarlett’s bloodstream as her breathing fractured and incandescent desire swamped rational thought. She thrashed her head from side to side as pulsating passion tugged at her on a level over which she had no control—nor did she want any. Her body instinctively understood its elementary needs, the like of which she hadn’t previously been aware of. Lloyd’s predatory smile, the dampness of his breath against her hot skin and the musky scent of his arousal filled her senses.
She gripped his cock with the muscles in her vagina as her world fragmented and she bucked her pelvis as she took what she so desperately needed from him. Never in her wildest imaginings had she considered it possible to feel such complete fulfilment, such exquisite shards of intense sensation, such a deep sense of explosive amalgamation. On and on it went, almost too intense to endure.
“Yeah, darlin’,” Lloyd groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, I think I must have died and gone to heaven.”
And then he shot his load, deep inside her, reigniting Scarlett’s dwindling orgasm as he shuddered and pulsated his way to his own release.
“You ready for this, lover?” Jago asked, not waiting for a reply before he let go as well.
Chapter Eight
“Wow!”
Jago withdrew from Lloyd and rolled onto his back on one side of Scarlett. Lloyd took the place on her opposite side and for a few seconds the three of them just lay there, breathing hard.
“You okay, darlin’?” Jago asked, leaning over to remove the gag and kiss Scarlett almost chastely. Almost. She was such a responsive and enthusiastic student that chaste would never form a big part in their games. But right now, it seemed appropriate. A sign of his appreciation and respect for the trust she’d placed in them. Jago was well aware that trust was a major issue for Scarlett, given her history, and he was gratified that she had bestowed it upon them so soon into their relationship.
“That was wild,” she said, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what they’d done or that she’d agreed to do it.
Jago knew where she was coming from. He’d got it on multiple times before with Lloyd and an ever-changing progression of female subs, but none of them had come close to making him feel the way that Scarlett just had. Her willingness to cede responsibility for her own welfare to him…everything she’d so willingly tried had blown his mind and removed a healthy chunk of cynicism from his heart. Even since he and Lloyd had made it big, they’d been inundated with attention from women—some into the lifestyle, many not. All of them interested in only one thing—the size of their bank account. Hence the cynicism. Scarlett not only didn’t cling or have any mercenary interest in them that Jago could detect, but she also had every intention of returning to the States once the threat to Larry had been neutralized.
But Jago wasn’t sure if he was ready to let her go.
“Yeah, it was,” Jago agreed. “Here, let me get these.”
He removed the nipple clamps and collar while Lloyd got out of his own gear. Then he pushed her gently to one side so he could extract the plug from her butt.
“Aw, I was just getting used to that.”
Jago shared a look with Lloyd across her prone body. “Softly, softly,” Lloyd said, grinning. “It doesn’t do to rush these things.”
“Softly?” Scarlett elevated both brows. “How can you say that? You guys don’t know the meaning of the word.”
“But we do know how to take good care of you, sweetheart. Now, here’s what we’re going to do next,” Jago said, sliding down the bed, unzipping her boots and pulling them off. “Lloyd is going to go and run a bath for you, you’re going to take a good, long soak because you’ll be sore otherwise, and we can’t have that. Then you need to put on a pretty dress for us and we’ll take you out to dinner.”
“Oh, but I thought we’d stay in.”
“So you can have your wicked way with our bodies?” Lloyd laughed and tweaked one of her nipples as he got up and padded naked toward the door. “Ain’t gonna happen again quite yet, sweet thing. We’re not complete monsters, you know. Besides, Mr. Control Freak here will tell you he has a duty of care and that we need to take things slow with you.”
“Don’t I have any say?” she asked, pouting.
“No!” they said together.
Laughing, Jago scooped her from the bed and into his arms. He carried her through to her own room. Lloyd already had the mirrors in the bathroom steamed up from the hot water running into the tub. He poured a healthy dollop of fragrant essence into the water and lit several candles on the shelf behind the tub, creating a soothing atmosphere. He tested the water with his hand, nodded at Jago and he lowered Scarlett gently into it. She winced when her arse hit the water but then relaxed with a soft groan of pleasure.
“Almost as good as sex with you guys,” she muttered, leaning back and closing her eyes.
“Then we have got to be doing something wrong,” Lloyd complained. “Ain’t never been compared to a hot tub before. At least not when I wasn’t in it with the lady.”
“There’s room for two,” Scarlett said, opening her eyes and beckoning him with a soapy finger.
Lloyd blew her a kiss. “Hussy!”
“Take your time,” Jago said, leaning in for a kiss.
The guys dispersed to their own rooms to hit the showers and joined forces again a short time later in their ground floor office.
“That went well,” Lloyd said, master of the understatement.
“A little too well,” Jago agreed. “Why do you think I suggested taking her out tonight?”
“Yeah, we won’t be able to keep our hands off her if we stay home.” Lloyd sat at his computer and checked his tracking program. “Damn it, I hate to say it but this guy’s good. There’s still nothing that’ll help me catch him.”
Jago could hear the frustration in his mate’s voice. “Don’t sweat it. We’ll find him one way or another.”
“Yeah, but I don’t like to fail. Especially not when we’re doing a favor for Larry.”
“And you want to impress Scarlett with your sparkling intellect.”
Lloyd chuckled. “That, too.”
“I’ve got an email from Seymour,” Jago said, checking his own computer. “He thinks he’ll have something on Mayow by tonight. He’ll be at Discretions.”
Lloyd looked up and grinned. “Which I’ll bet is where you’re planning to take Scarlett. You’re out to impress her, too.”
Jago shrugged, wondering if he actually was. They almost never took women to the club because they thought of it as a bastion of male solidarity. But taking Scarlett there seemed like a natural progression for their relationship to take. “She deserves a distraction.” He grinned. “Other than sex, I mean.”
“Okay, sounds like a plan. Best get suited and booted then.”
Jago nodded and headed for the stairs. Discretions had a strict dress code and any man not wearing a collar and tie didn’t stand a prayer of getting past the front door, no matter how well-heeled he was, how long he’d been a member, or how much he tried to bribe his way in with.
They went downstairs again, wearing their Saville Row suits with a casualness that implied that such garments had graced their persons their entire lives and that they hadn’t grown up ducking and diving in the back streets of Hove. Scarlett appeared, looking fresh and wholesome in a floaty summer dress with spaghetti straps and high-heeled mules adding several inches to her height. She smelled of a light floral fragrance and herbal shampoo. Her hair had been washed and cascaded over her shoulders in a riot of natural curls. She wore minimal makeup and Jago was filled with a capricious desire to count the freckles that dotted her nose and which she’d made no effort to cover up. Her attire wasn’t especially provocative but the glint in her eye negated the girl-next-door look, hinting instead at sexual awareness that only added to her allure. Any of their fellow Discretions’ Disciples who happened to be at the club tonight would take one look at her and know precisely how the three of them had occupied their afternoon. He shrugged, thinking it was as good a way as any to warn them that she was already spoken for.
