She exhaled before scrawling her name on the line. Then looked back at me. My smile was wicked as she had no idea the devilish ideas I had in my head but had agreed to all my terms. She was mine for a time and I planned to make the most of it.
I helped her off the counter and said, “On your knees, love.”
I unbuckled my belt and pulled it off. When I handed it to Ian, her fearful gaze followed him.
“Trust me,” I said, tipping her chin to look at me as I undid my pants.
Ian wound my belt around her wrists.
“Now, I want you to make me come only using your mouth.”
I freed my cock and enjoyed saucer-sized eyes. I hadn’t been labeled hung for nothing. I guided her mouth onto the head and closed my eyes. I’d been waiting all night for this. A blow job was a blow job, or so I thought until her innocent eyes held on to mine as she swallowed my cock. I felt like the devil with an angel on her knees. Fuck my life, I’d died and gone to heaven.
It was only the beginning. I would bury my cock balls deep in her pussy and her ass before the weekend was over, if I had my way.
For a second, I allowed myself to enjoy my victory. I’d won, sure, but she was turning out to be an excellent prize indeed.
Three
Chloe
Jesus help me! I was in fuck heaven. That was if this fantasy turned out to be real. Between Ryan and Ian, I couldn’t decide which sex god was more delicious. Though if I were honest, Ryan held me captivated.
It was hard not to be as he pumped his long, thick cock deep into my mouth. At first, he carefully moved against the back of my throat. But when I swallowed, he groaned, saying, “Christ, love, you’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours. Take all of me now.”
He angled my head back and pushed deeper inside the cavern of my mouth. My throat hummed with each stroke. I’d never taken a man so deep. It felt powerful doing it, knowing I was the one giving him this pleasure.
My nose brushed the closely trimmed hair at the base of his cock and each time he thrust, he made those sexy sounds that had me clenching with need. If my wrists weren’t bound, my fingers would bring me to orgasm.
In one deep plunge, he let himself go. I swallowed each and every drop of him, leaving his shaft clean when he pulled out.
“You are magnificent, love. Is your pussy ready for me?” Ryan asked.
“Yes.”
“It’s time we give it a workout. What do you say?”
“I think she’s ready,” Ian answered.
Ian lifted me off the counter and we walked down a long hall. Ryan opened a door, and a large four-poster bed sat in the center of the room like a crown jewel.
Ryan
“Give us a minute,” I told her and waved Ian down the hall some.
“You don’t want to share,” he said quietly.
“I don’t.”
“I knew you wouldn’t. I’m surprised you let me go that far. Are you going through with the plan?”
“I want her. Beyond that, I’m not sure yet.”
“Trust me when I say she’s wife material. And you are a damn lucky man. That cunt of hers was sweet. I would have loved to have it fisted around my cock.”
“And you never will.”
He chuckled. “I dare say you’ve met a woman who might break that stone-cold heart of yours.”
I wouldn’t say that quite yet. I’d just met the woman. But he was right. I’d never had such a strong reaction to anyone before in my life.
“I’ll call you.”
Chloe
The door closed softly, and I gazed around at the room. It was luxurious, almost to the point of decadence. Navy satin sheets covered the bed and were delightfully sinful against my naked skin. But the idea of being with two men at once was absolutely shameful. Maybe I’d bitten off more than I could chew, or should I say suck? A nervous giggle bubbled out of me.
Then I thought of the contract. Who signed a contract to have sex with someone? I did, or I had tonight. That was downright weird. Maybe I should’ve read that thing and not just taken him at his word. What if that contract legally bound me to him in some bizarre fashion? Oh, God! What if I’d signed away my sex life to him as a sex slave or something awful like that?
I freaked myself out and, by the time he came back, I was ready to fly out the window like a frightened bird.
“It’s just you and me,” Ryan said. “I hope you’re okay with that.”
“It’s fine. I’ll admit, it was a bit awkward with him here.”