Don’t fight. Relax. You can’t do anything about this. They’re going to do as they wish.
Michael’s guiding fist in her hair kept her speed and depth exactly as he wanted it, while another searing flash of pain erupted on her ass. She kept her mouth open and felt mascara stringing her eyes. She squeezed her eyelids together, hard, concentrating on breathing through the pain Cade was giving her, trying to be open for Michael’s cock, an overwhelming confusion of sensations flooded in all at once.
Too much. Too much.
Two rough hands were on her ass now, smoothing over the fleshy cheeks, squeezing gently. She swayed a little—as much as the bench allowed her belly to move at all—under the coolness of Cade’s hands, her hips rising a little to meet them, craving their soothing caress, and in the next moment felt Cade’s cock at her pussy. He pushed inside slowly through the slick lips of her sex, seating himself deep inside her with a low moan.
The pain of the caning had mostly receded, and she was aware only of Michael’s cock, stuffed in
to her mouth, pumping, and Cade’s cock stuffed into her pussy, also pumping. The rhythm sent her into a surreal blissful state, aware of every inch in her pussy and in her mouth.
The continuous motion of both men, the force they exerted on, and into, her body, was making the bench sway a little under her belly. She felt herself rocking between the two of them. Pushed, pulled, but mostly used—as holes for their cocks. Objectified but desired as the center of everything. She allowed herself to let go completely, more than she ever had, and became aware only of the raw sensation as she surrendered to their control. Her delicate wrists and ankles had just enough wiggle room in the heavy metal of the shackles to rub and hurt, reminding her of her predicament, how helpless she was, how utterly at their mercy she was.
And she loved it. She had to admit.
The two men pounded into her relentlessly, their groans deepening as they neared release. She felt Michael’s grip tighten on her head, and his cock plunged forward in a powerful thrust. A low moan escaped his lips as his warm seed erupted in spurts in her mouth. She felt him shuddering, holding her on his hardness while Cade pumped in and out of her pussy and smacked her ass, the sting blooming on her plump cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” Michael’s satisfied growl came from above her as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. She tasted, swallowed, savored the warm saltiness and then watched his lean frame back away slowly from her to shadows. She dropped her head again, all feeling now centered in her pussy as Cade’s thick shaft slipped in and out of her slickened sex.
Oh God. I’m going to come.
Cade’s thrusts were coming faster, and she knew he was close. His fingers stroked at her swollen clit, and she ground her hips back at him, her orgasm shaking her with rolling deep waves of sensation, making her unable to breathe. When his cock finally slipped out of her, she was surprised, felt the emptiness, the need still there…the loss. But in a moment he was at her face, lifting her head with a rough grip pulling at the nape of her neck, thick fingers twisting in her hair. His cock pressed through her parted lips and into her waiting mouth.
“Open…more…eyes on me now. Good girl.”
She did as he demanded and looked up to see his jaw tightening, a strong hand grasping the base of his cock, squeezing, preparing for release.
“Tongue,” he rumbled, stroking faster, leaning into her slightly. Her gaze stayed locked into his as she made her tongue wide and flat for him as she waited, her chest heaving, still catching her breath from the pounding she’d taken from both men. She wanted to taste him as much as she wanted to obey him.
With a low groan Cade began to let go, and she felt his warm seed spurting, coating her outstretched tongue, easily overflowing its surface, rolling outward to the corners of her open mouth. Still, she stayed wide open for him, feeling the heaviness of his cock as he tapped her tongue with it. She swallowed, once, twice, and licked her lips as best she could.
Cade pulled away slightly, and her cheek tingled as he stroked it lightly with the back of his hand. She felt him pressing his lips to her forehead.
Michael’s deep rumble came from the shadows nearby. “Fuck, Cade, one hell of an idea, I gotta say. I didn’t think she’d really go for it.”
“Told you she’d love it. She’s done nothing but talk about this idea for months. I know how to give my girl what she needs, don’t I?” Cade’s eyes glittered, crinkling at the corners. Mia smiled up at him.
“Yes, Sir. That was…just amazing.” She took in a deep breath and released it, her body going limp over the bench as Cade worked to release her ankles and wrists from the cuffs.
“Happy anniversary, Mia.”
Captivated
By Cynthia Rayne
“You never told me your name.”
I glanced in the rearview mirror to see my prisoner, Jonathan Royal, studying my reflection from behind the metal bars that separated us. Despite the orange jumpsuit, he was a looker. Thick black hair, soulful brown eyes, a full sensual mouth, and a squared jaw. Born and raised in Alabama, he had impeccable manners and exuded charm by the bucket load.
Well, as much a killer could.
I focused on the road once more. It was truly a bone-chilling January night and I had to watch for patches of slick black ice on the overpasses. “As far as you’re concerned, my name is Deputy Marshal or ma’am. Take your pick.”
“Just figured we could get more familiar since we are on a road trip and all, ma’am.”
“We aren’t going on a ski trip, Royal. This is a prison transport.” Prisoners always underestimated me, particularly men. I could see why. At five-two with a curvy build, long red hair and wide blue eyes, I looked more like a Sunday school teacher than a threat. But he should know appearances could be deceiving. I’d taken on guys nearly twice my size and won.
“All I want to know is your name. That’s all. Hardly seems fair, since you know everything about me from my jacket. Why,” he drawled, “I bet you know my height, weight, birthday, and exact locations and detailed descriptions of each and every single one of my tattoos.” He whispered that last part, a husky little vocal caress that felt like it had been purred into my ear.