Bianca
I stiffened and scrambled to my feet, pushing myself off St Just’s lap quickly, wrapping
my arms around my body protectively as I glared at O’Grady. And I had to use all my will
power to remain indifferent.
This was the man who had called me a Wh*re. Just after, in my naivete, I had confessed to him, that I loved him.
He looked so breathtakingly handsome and so very attractive, his jaw dark with stubble, and his eyes holding mine in an intense look. The black hair, vibrant and thick, was ruffled, as though he had been running his hands through it and I saw the bags under his eyes; the anxiety and something else that I could not pinpoint; regret?
“Bianca,” he said in a soft voice, “Pet…”
I stood and looked at him, chin my hurt threatening to overflow.
“Yes, Master?” I said in a low tone but the antagonism was not something I could hold back. My voice was flat, uncompromising as I stood.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping a little.
“Pet, I know you must have heard me that night.”
He looked at me contritely, his beautiful black eyes with the long, curling lashes gleaming,
” I’m sorry, lass…”
I could not help it, I let out a breath shuddering in pain, my head bowing.
And then, he moved to me and wrapped me in his arms.
I sobbed into his chest, and in a matter of minutes, his woollen jacket was soaked.
He held me, stroking my head, a gentle gesture that made me cling to him.
I loved him, I thought hopelessly, and he…
*
I felt St Just’s warm body behind me. And felt his warm arms slip around my waist. I leaned back into him, the man who was so very gentle with me, the one who had understood my distress so well.
I slipped an arm around his waist and raised my head to his. Gently, ever so softly he brushed his lips against mine and I groaned. O’Grady lowered his head too and I turned to him, my arm around his neck as our lips met. He was fierce, kissing me hard and I sagged.
St Just held me and so did his brother. At that moment, I felt so loved, I felt the tears flow down my cheeks again.
O’Grady raised his head, frowning. Then he gently kissed my tears away, saying in a low growl,
“Why the tears, love?”
“I’m…just…”
*
St Just had had enough.
The little woman was beside herself and he was aching for her, her sorrow and that beautiful, warm body, her fragrance of flowers and her own scent, they were driving him crazy.
He uninterrupted, firmly,
“Leave the girl be, O’Grady. Quizzing her, are you?”
And then he added, scooping her up, an arm under her knees as he turned to carry her up the flight of stairs,” We have something special planned for you tonight, Pet.”
He kissed her nose, the tip of it as she blinked rapidly, confused and not a little scared.
The blonde-haired man sighed as he saw her face tighten as she felt the fear growing in her.
*
Bianca
I felt my breath come faster.
“Wh…what?” I whispered. O’Grady was behind us and he reached out to stroke my arm.
St Just had carried me to the large bedroom on their floor, I had no idea whether it was O’Grady’s or St Just’s.
He placed me on the bed and I looked at him in perplexity.
“We’re going to take you together, Pet,” said St Just softly and I swallowed, the breath leaving my body in a whoosh.
*
They led me into the large walk-in shower adjoining the enormous bedroom.
O’Grady held my waist as St Just stripped me of my T-shirt and my shorts, including my underwear. I could barely look into their faces as I stood naked before them, feeling their hot eyes devour me. To my utter shame, my nipples had hardened and stood out like little bullets..
“Your turn now, Pet,” said O’Grady in his gravelly voice and I peered up at him through my lashes, as he went on, in a clearly aroused voice, gruff and thick with restrained passion,
“Undress your Masters, Pet.”
Suddenly, I saw it clearly, like a mist had been lifted from before my eyes.
Both of them were eager, they were dying to take me and I?
No longer helpless, I had power over them. I held the charge here and I dimpled. I would make the Brothers grovel.
*
St Just was breathing shallowly and I could feel the heat from their bodies as they looked at me. I shifted, scalding me with their eyes.
Deliberately, I touched my breasts and O’Grady drew in a harsh breath. Then my hand slid over his chest as with my other hand, I reached down to touch myself.
I was wet and when I raised my finger, I stroked his firm mouth with my glistening fingertip.
“Suck it, Master,” I said softly and O’Grady, his eyes shining like black metal, took my finger into his mouth, his eyes never leaving my face. He would punish me for teasing him, I thought but my breath hitched in excitement at the thought. I leant to him and began to unbutton his shirt, stopping to caress his jaw, his chest, every time, dotting his face with soft kisses. He turned to respond but I moved away, giggling,
“Your Pet needs to serve you, Master. She needs to take off your clothes first,” I teased and saw the promise of retribution glowing in his feverish eyes. He groaned and shut his eyes.
I could see his erection, could feel him, how desperate he was.
Dimpling, I continued my slow, torturous ministrations.
Then, gently, hesitantly, I began to unbutton his shirt, taking my time, for I could see he was hugely aroused, stroking and then licking his flat nipples.
He growled,
” Sweet Jaysus, the girl will kill me,” he groaned, throwing his head back and I leaned forward to lick the strong column of his throat.
He made a strangulated sound as he jerked me to his body, his fingers digging into my waist as he growled,
“Hurry up, Pet, I might not last…”
I giggled at that and St Just, who had been silently observing all the while, his hands on my waist, stepped up behind me, kissing my nape, his hands going to my firm nipples. As he fondled me, I saw the lust growing in his brother’s eyes although O’Grady was not touching me. His hands hung by his sides, fists clenched as he controlled himself.
“Little witch…” he groaned and I dimpled up at him.
St Just slipped two fingers into my wetness and I moaned, closing my eyes as he played with my clit. Unable ot help myself, I rubbed myself against his palm as he cupped my mound. Suddenly O’Grady barked,
“Get on with it, Pet” and I blinked rapidly. St Just chuckled and removed his fingers.
“She’s ready to be f*cked by us, O’Grady,” said St Just, his voice hoarse with some emotion I had never heard before.
“Suck your juices, Pet,” commanded St Just in a hard voice and I obediently did so, my eyes unwaveringly fixed on the strained expression on O’Grady’s face as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. His thick member was erect and tented his trousers.
*
St Just slapped my ar*e cheek once, hard and I slid to my knees, as I helped him out of his trousers and his boxers. Daringly, I looked up at him and then flicked the tip of my tongue out and licked the precum beading on his powerful, erect member.
He groaned hoarsely.
“We need to punish this little Pet, Saint,” he bit out, his hand fisted in my hair,” She needs to know how to behave.”
St Just drawled,
“No sucking and licking unless you are told to, Pet.”
And he jerked me to my feet, not hurting me, but showing me who was running the show.
“I’m sorry, Masters,” I said, biting my lip but feeling anything but contrite.
Now that O’Grady was naked, I turned my attention to St Just. With a smile, I realized that I was beginning to enjoy myself. Both the men, large and powerful, their bodies fit and breathtakingly beautiful, stood still, and I knew how highly aroused they were. To tantalise them further, I moved my hips seductively, allowing my large breasts to bounce, to brush their bodies as I toyed with them.
O’Grady’s harsh breaths and St Just’s hard expression made me understand that I was doing just fine!
*
“kiss me, Pet, show your Master how much you care,” said St Just, his head thrown back a little, his hands on my waist.
I smiled up at St Just, and threw my arms around him, kissing him passionately. O’Grady growled behind me and then, he moved, to stand behind me, his thick member pressing into my back, his large hands playing with my nipples, teasing, pinching and I moaned.
I gasped. Then I began to remove St Just’s clothes, taking my time, kissing his chest with the soft, fine hair dusting his musculature. As I bent forward and reached down to kiss the tip of his manhood, O’Grady suddenly gripped my waist, his thick member reaching to my a*se, probing my peach hole. I gasped and stood up quickly.
“No…” I cried in horror.
But the men laughed softly, teasing me.
St Just leaned forward, nipping at my earlobe.
“It’s a YES, tonight, babe. We’ve got lube…”
And O’Grady growled, his hands squeezing my full breasts, making me roll my hips in longing,
“We’re going to f*ck you together, tonight, Pet. You get to serve your Masters together..”