Forbidden Heat

her buttock as he sucked on his long hard cock. Up and down, pulsing and squeezing. Jake’s face contorted in pleasure and he groaned. Danielle almost groaned herself, thinking of how good it would feel to have that hard cock inside her. Trey continued pumping and sucking, and finally, Jake stiffened and grunted, clearly finding his release.

“Very good. Now, Trey, come sit by me.”

Trey gave Jake’s cock one last lick, then stood up and sat down beside Danielle, his cock standing straight up in desperation for his own release.

“Now, Jake, come over here. Trey needs attention.”

Jake knelt in front of Trey, giving Danielle a sidelong glance. He leaned forward and dove down on Trey’s cock. Trey groaned. His head arched upward, his neck muscles taut. Danielle glided her fingers over Trey’s small hard nipple as she watched Jake bob up and down. She stroked her fingers through Jake’s hair, then tugged free the elastic binding it and stroked her fingers through the long, silky strands. Jake sucked and bobbed on Trey. She leaned over and licked Trey’s nipple, then sucked on it. His hand wrapped around her head, his fingers forking through her hair.

Trey threw his head back and groaned. Jake continued to suck as Trey climaxed.

Danielle sat back on the couch and Jake glided up and down a few more times, then released Trey’s cock from his mouth.

Jake smiled and turned to Danielle. “Now, mistress, what can we do to please you?” His gaze fell on her breasts, and she felt her nipples harden even more.

“Well, I think you two did such a good job, I think you deserve a kiss.”

Jake smiled and reached for her but she shook her head.

“I mean you two.”

Ten

Jake and Trey both glanced at Danielle, but she simply smiled. “Go on. Give each other a kiss.”

Trey stood up and approached Jake. As their mouths drew close, excitement trembled through her. Jake stood stock still as their lips touched, but Trey reached for Jake and cupped his head, then deepened the kiss. Jake wrapped his arms around Trey and their kiss turned passionate. Danielle sighed. It was so romantic.

Then they parted and Trey whispered something in Jake’s ear. An evil grin split his face and he nodded. Trey walked toward the hallway and disappeared.

“Hey, I thought you were supposed to follow my orders.”

Jake took her hands and pulled her to her feet, then dragged her against his body. Her soft breasts crushed against his hard chest as he took her lips in a demanding kiss. His tongue sought hers, then curled against it in a passionate dance. She felt breathless and thoughts scattered from her brain. His hands roamed down her body, then cupped her ass as he pulled her tighter to him, his cock pressing tight against her belly.

A moment later, she felt Trey’s hands on her shoulders, then his lips against her neck. Nuzzling. Sending tingles along her spine. Jake released her lips and kissed the other side of her neck.

“Aren’t you going to—?” She gasped as Jake’s mouth covered her nipple and he sucked. “Oh . . . I thought I was in charge. . . .”

Trey wrapped his hands around her arms and drew them behind her back, forcing her breasts forward. Jake feasted on one nipple, then the other.

“You were,” Trey said. “Until you pushed too far. Then we decided to break free of our captivity”—he pulled her backward, and Jake grabbed her thighs and lifted her from the floor—“by making you our captive.”

Excitement quivered through her as they carried her down the hall.

Their captive. Oh, this should be good.

They tossed her onto the big bed, which she noticed had been stripped of bedclothes except for the taupe sheet covering the thick mattress. Soft cloth cuffs dangled from the wooden posts of the headboard and footboard. Trey fastened her wrists in one set of cuffs while Jake fastened her ankles with the other.

She lay spread-eagled on the bed . . . totally naked. The men were naked, too, except for those cuffs, but she felt so . . . vulnerable. And she loved it.

Trey flicked off one cuff, then the other, then removed the collar. Jake followed suit.

“We are no longer your servants, mistress. Now we are your masters, and you are our slave.” Trey stroked his finger down her chest . . . between her breasts . . . past her navel . . . then held still just above her curls. “If you agree to obey us, we’ll untie you.”

“I will not obey you,” she said. ’Cause she sure didn’t want them to untie her.

Jake leaned down and nibbled her knee, then kissed up her thigh . . . stopping just short of her slick aching flesh. Trey shifted beside her and turned her head to face him, then pressed his cock to her lips. He eased forward, and filled her mouth with the hot bulbous head. Jake sat on the other side of her. Trey pulled free of her mouth, then Jake turned her to him and pressed his cock into her mouth. After a couple of short thrusts, he drew back, and then they both pressed their cockheads to her lips and pressed them in a little. She licked them—she couldn’t help herself—then opened wider to accommodate them. They pushed in a little more, filling her mouth. She squeezed them and sucked.

“Oh God, I want to feel our slave’s warm pussy around me.” Jake pulled free.