“But…”
“Quiet. You may speak only to say a safeword or answer a question.” Jackson palmed her inner thighs and pushed them apart before drawing a strap over each one to hold them in place. “Now,” he said as he reached up to secure her right wrist down at her side, “given the way I severed our relationship six years ago, I’ll give you a small amount of credit for being worried about my reaction when you first arrived.” He bound her left wrist before leaning over her again and whispering in her ear, “However, after I welcomed you to stay then proved I wanted to help you overcome your nightmares, you should’ve trusted I wouldn’t turn away from you again, especially for an error in judgment you’ve spent the last two years suffering from.”
“Jackson… Ow!” Julie’s midnight-black brows dipped in a frown and he knew if he removed the blindfold, those purple eyes would shoot daggers at him for the painful pussy-slap he just delivered.
“That’s just the start.” Palming her soft, now damp flesh, he smiled at the telltale proof that belied her peevish tone. Jackson retrieved a few objects from his bag on the floor and laid the narrow bamboo spanker on the bench. “Do you trust me now, Julie?”
She nodded with quick decisiveness that pleased him. “Yes, and I’m sorry I didn’t before.”
“Just remember that. This is a butt plug with a special feature. Take a deep breath.” He pushed the narrow, lubed end of the anal toy past her tight rim, then, with inexorable slowness, buried the plug inside her with a plop when the wider end disappeared into her dark channel. She shifted her hips in agitation of the foreign object and he soothed her with slow caresses up and down her quivering thighs. “Better?” he asked a few seconds later when she settled.
“Yes. It’s… much bigger than your fingers.”
“And my cock is much bigger than it, so it’s just a stepping stone to get us to where I want to go, but not tonight.” Jackson nodded at Trevor, drawing him away from the guest he and Troy were sharing tonight with the prearranged signal.
“Your girl presents a delectable feast, Jackson. Thank you for inviting me to take a taste.”
JULIE’S entire body stiffened at Trevor’s comment, but neither man gave her time to absorb what they meant before a sharp pain exploded over her left nipple, followed swiftly by a soothing tongue-stroke. She gasped at the instant pleasure-pain and heat it induced, and wasted no time accepting Trevor’s participation when the flexible wood instrument she assumed Jackson was wielding landed with a smack on her right nub.
“Such pretty breasts.”
Trevor’s comment was followed by another tongue-caress over the tortured bud, the damp brush working to ease the pain but heightening the throbbing that, like usual, sped in a straight arrow between her legs. She now found the pressure of the plug both comfortable and stimulating as each small move of her butt shifted the object against the sensitive tissues of her untried orifice.
“And very responsive, as you can see,” Jackson commented right before he swatted the fleshy underside of one mound.
“I love watching a woman get off on the pain.” Trevor’s mouth skimmed the newest ache before his lips whisked over hers in a brief kiss.
Jackson’s sigh didn’t bode well toward attaining that goal, and neither did his next words. “Not yet. She doesn’t deserve an orgasm until I say so.”
It hurt to know she’d caused the disappointment lacing his voice and Julie braced herself to accept the consequences of not trusting him sooner. That proved to be difficult to do as the two of them worked her body between her breasts and thighs with painful taps of the spanker followed by the arousing attention of Trevor’s mouth and tongue. Soon, the music, voices and cries of both pleasure and pain that echoed around the room fell to the wayside and all she could hear was the two men’s low voices instructing her to hold back. Behind the darkness of the blindfold, minute pops of color would brighten for a split second before being snuffed out with each orgasm denial. Fingers, she didn’t know whose, continued brushing over her nipples and teasing her seam, keeping her arousal fresh, yet unattainable.
Just when she thought the torture was over, when they’d covered her body with small areas of pulsing heat she could feel in her sheath, her diabolical tormenters upped the ante. Vibrating contractions began in her rectum, soft pulsations along nerve endings never before stimulated that worked up her arousal to a feverish pitch. A soft moan followed by a strangled curse burst from her compressed lips with the blistering swat Jackson landed right between her gaping labia, setting fire to the swollen bundle of neglected nerves aching for direct contact.
“Shit!”
Both men chuckled at her expletive and frustration, showing her no mercy when Trevor announced, “Don’t fret, sweetie. I’ll make it all better.”
If Julie hadn’t been tied down, she would’ve come flying off the bench at the first touch of his mouth on her aching clit. Trevor licked and sucked on the delicate piece of flesh until tremors heralding her climax rippled up and down her core and she ached to press closer to his mouth. “Please,” she begged with unashamed need.
“Not yet.” Jackson’s mouth swallowed her protest, his tongue mimicking Trevor’s tongue swipes between her legs.
Julie whimpered as she tried to hold back then groaned when Trevor suckled her clit with strong pulls. His mouth proved to be her downfall and the small contractions in her pussy burst into convulsive spasms of pleasure that consumed her from head to toe. Her climax abated too fast, replaced with a surge of remorse and disappointment. Unable to hold back the startling tears, she sobbed as soon as Jackson released her mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so sorry.”
JACKSON PULLED the blindfold off and nodded at Trevor, who returned to her pussy to give her what she deserved. “Now, don’t you feel better? Your friends, I’m sure, don’t blame you for what happened—or for surviving—any more than I do, baby.” Bending to her breasts, he sucked on first one reddened nipple then the other as her soft cries from another climax resounded above his head and her body quivered beneath him.
Trevor slid his hands under her buttocks and squeezed the soft, malleable flesh while he continued to draw on her engorged clit. Jackson blindly reached up and brushed Julie’s tears off her cheeks as he drew on her nipples, pulling up then releasing with a plop and watching the mounds bounce. He used tongue and teeth next to keep the arousal simmering even after her exalted cries dwindled to little mewls and her sweat-slickened body calmed.
After thanking his friend in a quiet undertone, he took Trevor’s place between Julie’s spread legs and removed the butt plug while taking in the swollen redness of her protruding clit and slick vaginal muscles. “You’re fucking beautiful, Julie.” He looked up her heaving body to the damp sheen lingering in her wide eyes. Injecting a light, teasing note to his voice, he asked, “Now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
His pleasure in her increased when she huffed out a laugh and shook her head. “The heck it wasn’t.”
“Well, feel free to talk, yell or curse now.” Sheathing his cock, he released her thighs, cupped her buttocks and lifted her pelvis to meet his downward plunge. “Wrap around me and hold on. This is going to be rough and fast.”
“J
ust how I like it.” Julie locked her heels around his back, clenched her bound hands and endured his pummeling strokes with growing relish. He understood. That revelation was such a heady relief she wondered why she’d taken so long to express herself. For the last two years, she’d lived with believing saying ‘I’m sorry’ could never be enough, but for now, it sufficed to open her mind, and her heart, to doing what she had to do in order to put closure on that awful day.
“Again, Julie. I want to feel you soaking my dick just like you filled Trevor’s mouth with your cream. Come for me.”
His voice alone could lighten the darkness, but when he added his touch to it, her fears floated away on the heels of pure sensation. Spoken in a raspy, guttural tone, Jackson’s words and jackhammer thrusts that jarred her body spiraled Julie toward another mind-numbing climax. He didn’t let up on his crude fucking or on keeping his eyes filled with approval and love leveled on hers. “Yes!” she cried out, riding the waves of pleasure so intense they left her stranded in a state of fogged numbness by the time he pulled out of her still spasming body and released her hands.
She fell against his heaving chest when he helped her up, and together they held on, catching their breath as Jackson continued to do what he did best, be there for her.
MONTANA, THREE DAYS LATER…
Julie paced outside the room Evan Daniels was being ushered into. She didn’t know what worried her more, this meeting she’d at last agreed to or her phone’s silence since she left Florida earlier that morning. The decision to do this alone, without telling Jackson, preyed on her conscience, even though she still felt it was something she could now handle without leaning on him. Booking a flight out then leaving after he’d left for his mid-week calls might have put a dent in the huge step forward their relationship had taken last weekend, but she vowed to do whatever she had to to repair any damage.