Bianca
That night, St Just and O’Grady had come, one after the other, to the apartment.
She was told by her Masters that she could not go back to work for a week, at the very least. Nodding her head, she had looked at them and acquiesced.
While the lean St Just had pulled her onto his lap and held her, kissing her in his thorough fashion, she had surrendered to his touch as his firm mouth moulded to hers. When she tipped back her head, as his mouth moved lower, she had sensed O’Grady come up behind her. He was drinking and she looked around at him curiously.
“Take off your clothes, Pet,” he growled and she knelt on the bed beside St Just as she obeyed him.
O’Grady grunted.
“No butt plug, eh?”
She felt her face flush as she allowed him to inspect her body, lifting her heavy breasts, one after the other, as he took the nipple into his mouth, s*cking and nipping. Bianca gasped, her eyes wide and full of an unconscious expression of longing as he stroked her, his hand moving down to her stomach, the soft mound of curls and then he was touching her. St Just had appeared behind her and he allowed her support as she leaned back, while the Irishman explored her wet sex, his lips on the soft fold, kissing, nibbling.
She clutched his shoulders helplessly as she felt herself almost come. But then, O’Grady moved away and she opened her eyes, wide with disappointment, still breathing loudly as she looked at him reproachfully.
He smiled, a cold , hard smile and grunted,
‘Pet, you don’t get to decide when you come. I do. Or rather, We do.”
She bowed her head, and said softly,
“Yes, Master.”
St Just was trailing a hand down her behind, exploring her a*se and she shivered. He had taken a palmful of lube and was slathering it on her as she bent forward, on hands and knees, allowing him access. O’Grady, his powerful body exposed, stood before her, palming his thick member and she looked up to meet his cold gaze.
“Suck, wh*re,” he commanded and she felt a sudden resentment. Her lips tightened in defiance and with an oath, he moved to her, tilting her head roughly. Then he kissed her hard and grunted,
“Suck me, girl.”
Bianca was helpless. She knew that no matter how he behaved, he held her heart in his hands, though she would not tell him, ever.
Proudly, she took him in her mouth, her eyes moving to his face, studying the handsome planes as she began to tease him. Licking, sucking, kissing the tip, and he groaned, throwing back his head as he said in hoarse voice,
“Just f*cking s*ck me, girl, Sweet Jaysus…” because she had sucked him into her mouth, and he almost hit the back of her throat as she began to suck him in, her cheeks hollowing, in and out, her head bobbing as she worked on him.
St Just had begun to tease her behind, his fingers working in and out of her ar*e, to facilitate his entrance and she shut her eyes, knowing that in this way, both her lovers were getting aroused.
And what about me? Said a small voice within her. Don’t my feelings, my arousal, matter?
Suddenly, St Just thrust in and she gasped with the force, her a*re burning as she was forced to stretch to accommodate him. Her eyes watered as O’Grady thrust in and out forcefully, f*ckign her face ungently, his hand fisted in her hair holding her in place. Then he was coming and she swallowed his seed, loving him, ready to do anything for this man she worshipped. When he groaned,
“Ah, sweet Bianca…” she was almost faint for St Just was hammering into her and she knew he was about to come.
And in a rush, she felt him explode too.
As the men sagged to the bed, she sank down, her body on fire but unfulfilled. She lay, gasping as both the men sank, sated, to the bed. O’Grady reached for her but she slipped away, murmuring,
“I need to wash…”
*
Leaning against the shower wall, her eyes shut, she allowed the tears to flow.
This would be her fate till she left them, she thought without bitterness.
To be used …
A large, hirsute arm wrapping itself around her breasts made her yelp in fright. She turned but even without doing so, she knew it was O’Grady.
He looked into her eyes, and wordlessly, lowered his wet black head to hers.
Kissing her long and deep, he said, against her lips,
“Hold me, baby, hold tight,” and then he lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.
To her wonderment, she saw that he was already hard and erect, ready to take her. She moaned as he slid into her, the water making the meeting between their bodies so much more erotic. Her hair was plastered to her head as she held him and he grinned as he thrust into her, his strong arms cradling her as he pounded into her. St Just had also entered and he bent forward so that Bianca could turn her head and kiss him.
“Sweet Pet,” murmured the blonde-headed man, his tawny eyes glittering as he held her and made it easier for his brother to take Bianca, to hit her in that core which made her scream.
She threw back her head as she felt St Just’s hands on her breasts, caressing her nipples, pinching lightly, stroking and then, as O’Grady thrust into her fiercely, she was coming, a magical feeling as she felt she was floating.
With a heartfelt sob, she sagged in the arms of the man she loved and he kissed her as he held her against the wall, and emptied his load in her again.
When she lay, washed and towelled and clean, sandwiched between the two men, she felt a strange sense of contentment…
O” Grady had left when she came awake the next morning.
“He’s got a big fight tonight,” St Just explained as he passed her the bagels which Barry had fetched and added,
“You’re coming with me to watch this evening.”
Bianca choked and spluttered on her coffee.
“A fight?” She shook her head in horror.
“No, I don’t think so…please,” she begged.
But to no avail. O’Grady had been adamant. She had to come, he insisted when he called her mid-morning,
“I’ve sent a gown for you to wear to the after-party,” he declared and she knew that hate it as she might, she had no way out from this.