Bianca
My heart was pounding.
I swallowed, noting the deep blue eyes on my throat, fixed on the pulse that was fluttering wildly as I said, in a whisper,
‘Ta.. Taste…Taste me?”
And then, as I heard the low growl of St Just as he rose to his feet and came to stand behind me, I asked, trembling,
‘Wh…what do you mean? Ummm…Sir?”
Laim O’Grady raised a mocking black brow.
He looked supremely in charge, like the Devil, I thought in fright. I took a step back and felt myself come up against Finn St Just’s soft, rich dinner jacket. His hands landed on my upper arms which were bare and I felt as though my flesh was burning now.
I looked up helplessly into the face of O’Grady who had moved closer.
Together, between them, they had hemmed me in.
On one side was the large grey couch, on the other, the coffee table with it’s elegant glass top.
I swallowed.
‘Taste me…wh…where?” I asked, my voice a husky whisper, my chest rising and falling as I felt my agitation grow.
O’Grady smiled. A cold, hard smile.
It did not reach his eyes which were glowing with heat.
A thick, calloused finger reached out and touched my parted lips, stroking carelessly. I blinked rapidly, my breath coming faster. I was truly trapped, with each of my tormentors one before me and the other, behind me.
Well and truly trapped.
*
He looked over my head at St Just as he said in a low, almost tortured voice,
“Taste what, she asks.”
A bark of laughter with no humour in it was St Just’s response.
“This, for starters, my Pet,” drawled O’Grady, and he brought his head down.
*
His mouth was hot, fierce and yet, soft, as though he was aware of how frightened I was, or how out of touch..
I stood stiff and confused and then, as his hands roved down my body, I trembled. The fact that St Just was also holding me, now making me lean back into his chest, was too much,
The only kiss I had experienced was an awkward, wet kiss by a boy who had escorted me to the Prom. It had been a dare and neither of us had found the experience pleasant!
And what I remembered about it was his open, wet mouth and sweaty hands. He had stepped, his face red and embarrassed, as the lip lock ended.
*
This was a different experience altogether. Liam O’Grady was a kisser, alright, a man who knew how to manipulate, to make a woman cling to him, want more…
I surrendered to the lips, firm and confident, as he coaxed my lips apart. With a sigh of acceptance, I parted my lips, helpless in the face of his demanding overture…
As his tongue swiped across mine expertly, I shuddered and felt the sudden clench of the muscles in my womb, making me squirm and clench my legs.
St Just added to the ministrations, as he bent his head, nipping at my earlobe and breathing in my scent, a harsh breath that made me suddenly, yet powerfully aware of the effect I was having on these men.
*
Liam O’Grady was not done yet. He took my lower lip between his teeth and bit, gently, but enough to make me gasp and open my eyes.. .
When had I shut them, I wondered, feeling faintly disoriented.
O’Grady raised his head, smiling a little as he looked into my flushed face, my heady expression of desire, of longing. For I have always been transparent and my father used to tell me that I could never hide my emotions…I was such an open book.
“Here,” he growled, his face looking so different, as though he was no longer sure of his emotions, of his control over them.
“Your turn, Saint,” he growled and I was turned, like a doll made of clay, to face St Just.
Finn St Just’s tawny eyes were burning and he lowered his head, but his hands cupped my face, my neck, and my breasts as he kissed me. His kiss was different…he tasted of champagne, of cigarettes…
He was leisurely in his explorations as he kissed me hard and I had no resistance. Liam O’Grady’s hands had moved to my breasts, he was kneading them, his face in my nape and I heard myself moan softly.
*
Finn raised his head and his face was dark, the lips drawn back in a feral way that almost scared me. Almost, but not totally.
I was panting, my lids heavy with …desire?
My body was on fire…for the touch of these two men, experienced and cruel.
“I want to taste those magnificent tits,” said St Just directly, and even though I put up a small protest, it was hopeless.
O’Grady’s blunt fingers worked at my buttons on the back and before I knew what was happening, the dress was at my feet, pooled in a lovely green puddle and they had exposed me…
I stood, trembling as Finn pushed my pretty, lacy bra out of the way; as though it was of no consequence, not one that cost a bomb, I thought in panic.
*
I had once, long ago, imagined the man who married me, to be the one to undress me…but this was not any kind of gentle ceremony. It was like a man taking over what he owned.
And that is what I felt as Finn lifted my breast in his hand, weighing it as he groaned,
‘Ah… So heavy. Would you look at those …?”
Helpless and beyond thought, I shook with reaction, my head thrown back, now resting against Liam O’Grady’s broad shoulder as he sucked on my neck and then, without warning, bit me.
I sobbed out and Finn St Just smiled, a cold, demonical smile before lowering his head.
“Hold me,” he snapped and I obeyed; how could I not?
I placed my hands on his shoulders as he took first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. I was shaking, my thighs wet as the juices from my womb flowed freely down my thighs.
And I cried out as he took one of my thick nipples between his finger and thumb and pinched, hard.
My legs felt like they would buckle beneath me and O’Grady, who must have sensed my body’s distress, held me up, his arm around my waist holding me up as St Just suckled on one, then the other nipple.
Suddenly, his teeth grazed my tender, throbbing nub.
Without being aware of what I was doing, I gripped his head, my fingers in his hair and heard O’Grady chuckle softly.
“She’s a spirited little vixen, eh Saint?”
And then, hoarsely,
“She needs a lesson in obedience and respect, eh lad?”
*
O’Grady lowered his free hand, for one was supporting me.
And then, pushing my wet panties aside, he moved a thick finger to my sensitive cl*t.
I was whimpering now,
“Please, Sir…no…not …not there…”
But he went on, soothing, comforting as he growled, into my ear,
“Haven’t you ever touched yourself here, little pet?’
I shook my head and then as he pinched me there, I screamed and sobbed out,
“Yes, Sir, I have…I have…”
He laughed but the tenor was different. Liam O’Grady was breathing harshly, and I knew, with the intuition of a woman, that he was close to ejaculation.
I knew he was aroused, very badly so, because his thick shaft was digging into my back as he held me. And I could feel the dampness of his trousers on my soft behind.
In a hoarse voice, he grunted,, squeezing my rounded a*se cheeks,
“Saint, she’s soaking wet. ”
St Just raised his eyes, wild and golden.
He pulled me into his arms and I felt his erection too, digging into my belly. I looked up at him, wordlessly as he grunted,
“Ah, such a delicious little pet; I can smell you, your arousal. Do you want your Masters then?” he asked, his baritone full and commanding.
I nodded, it was all I could do…
*
In a soft voice, like one who speaks to a frightened animal, O’Grady said,
‘Have you touched yourself before?”
I turned to look at him, my face on fire.
How could I lie? When he was looking at me, with his brilliant blue, all-knowing gaze,?
I nodded.
He growled, kissing my hair as he spoke,
‘Say it for us, Pet. Say it loudly.”
The feel of St Just’s lips moving over my throat, nuzzling, nipping at my breast, as O’Grady held me to his rock-like hardness, made me sigh.
Arching my back, to allow St Just better access to my pointed nipples, I clung to his jacket, panting. My body was on fire and I felt the tightness between my thighs.
‘I have…touched myself…Sir.”
There was a smile in his voice as O’Grady kissed my jaw and growled the command,
“Show us. Show your Masters, Pet. Show us how you have touched yourself…”