Dark Passions: Dark Romance Boxed Set, page 67
I cannot believe they are talking about me as if I can’t hear them.
She tightened and then loosened her pelvic muscles around Matt’s cock in a silent quasi-rebellion.
“For fuck’s sake, hurry up! I am going to explode in her soon without you!” Matt’s impatience made her smile weakly. The hand on her chin suddenly removed itself and maneuvered its way down to her swollen clit. The fingers on her clit pinched and stroked once again, and she trembled as she heard Jason walking towards her.
The saliva from Jason’s antics earlier made her gown stick to her backside, and Jason pushed it away so it hung to the side of her waist. Rose reflexively tensed all her lower muscles, and she heard Matt groan again.
“Relax, babe,” Jason said. “Don’t push.” His hands were on her ass again, spreading her cheeks apart. She felt a finger wipe a liquid substance on the rim of her anus, and then the finger inserted about an inch inside her. She sucked in her breath. The invasive object wiggled a bit, then retracted completely. She exhaled, as Matt kept massaging her still moist pussy as he inched his cock up into her a bit more.
Her relief was premature. The single finger returned, and a second one joined it. Two fingers fought each other for the privilege of being the dominant one inside her anal canal, forcing her anus to widen. A knuckle rubbed up against the thin outer skin. The pain caused Rose to let out a yelp.
“It hurts!” she cried softly.
They ignored her.
The two fingers moved in and out of her. The shock and excruciating pain of the insistent fingers magnified in intensity as a third one joined the first pair. Something resembling opened scissors was in her anal cavity and spread it open from the inside, and then slowly creeped out.
“So fucking tight,” Jason muttered again. One hand left her cheek, and she felt what she thought was the tip of Jason’s cock butt up against the opening. The pressure of the probing intensified, and she felt something inside her burning and slightly tearing.
“Are you in yet?” Matt asked.
“Almost. Just the tip in her now,” Jason replied. “You should feel it in a minute. Man, this is so fucking hot. I have to go slower; my dick feels like it is on fire because I’m trying not to hurt her.”
A hand was on her chin again, forcing her head up. She had to lean on her knees in order to support her weight or go off balance, although the hands clutching her hips steadied her somewhat. The burning feeling intensified as Jason’s cock fought its way into her ass a few more inches. The pain caused her to yell something that sounded like an elongated cross between an “oh,” and an “ow!” Matt’s rock hard penis started to move out of her box as Jason gained another inch. Rose bit back a scream as she twisted her wrists inside her binds, and held on to whatever the upholstered thing was behind Matt’s head. Jason’s fingertips dug into her hips.
“I can’t…” Rose whispered in between panting breaths as she felt a hot tear escape her left eye and slide down her face. The pain originating from her anal cavity increased again. The seam on her gown that was supposed to be under her breasts rode up and started rubbing her sore nipples.
“Reach around and play with her; I have to hold her up. Whoever is watching will see her face,” Matt ordered Jason. The fingers disappeared from her painfully sensitive nub, then they grabbed her hanging left breast to crush it against her ribcage.
“Fuck it. I’m in,” Jason said. He pushed the small of her back down, and her upper body collapsed on top of Matt’s chest. “She isn’t making this easy for me. Just slide her, and I’ll pump her slow whenever I can. It is so good.”
His balls slapped against the bottom of her crack. “So tight. Rose, I love you,” he groaned as he slowly pulled back.
The muscles in her ass relaxed as Jason’s cock retracted. The release felt beautiful. She let out a long moan, and buried her face into Matt’s shoulder. She inhaled his cologne and tentatively kissed the skin in front of her mouth.
“You like that baby? I told you it would feel good,” Matt said. “Keep going. This feels sick.”
Jason apparently agreed, because his cock crept back up into her. She wasn’t as tight around him anymore; the lubricant helped tremendously. The pain itself was actually pleasurable to her, and this revelation surprised her enough to utter a small gasp. The two cocks slowly going in and out of her using opposite directions caused a gratifying friction against the muscle walls that separated the two channels. One slid in and out of her pussy with relative ease due to the slickness she provided it, while the one in her ass labored through the slacking resistance.
The hips beneath Rose moved upwards in a calculated rocking motion that once again put her mind at conflict determining which end she enjoyed more. Her moans turned from ones of pain into ones of delight. Her eyes closed beneath the blindfold, and she started to see the familiar color bursts in her brain that meant she once again started climbing those steps leading to orgasm.
The reality of what they were doing to her crept into Rose’s mind; she thought herself a whore for wanting to keep going. An element of shame crept into her thoughts, and she banished it as quickly as it arrived. She needed to let go. Hearing Jason’s moans combined with deliberate, slower tempo thrusts reassured her. The fingers were playing with her deep inner folds again, and her hips didn’t know which direction to go. The multiple points stimulated at the same time sent exquisite shocks throughout her body, and competed for her mental attention.
“I have to… she is creaming around me…” Jason moaned. Someone grabbed her hair and her head involuntarily jerked upwards. The pelvic motions beneath her halted; Matt emitted some sort of aural release, and his hot seed went everywhere inside her. Jason came at her harder; his grip on one of her hips dug in even more. A low guttural moan came from behind as several hard, fast jerks loosened her anus. Her mind exploded and shocks tore through her body. The screams coming from her mouth were indiscernible from ones of pleasure or pain. Everything blurred; Jason’s loud grunts remained constant.
And then it stopped with a final plunge. His clutching on her hips finally slacked, and his spent cock finally withdrew from her ass. They retreated from the orifices they previously occupied. Everything was wet with sweat, spunk, or saliva.
Jason pulled her by her hair -- but more gently this time -- to a sitting position on top of Matt. His arms encircled her still heaving breasts and sweet kisses of relief dotted her neck and face.
Hands on her stomach and wet thighs; possibly Matt’s. She didn’t know. She didn’t care. Another set of kisses on her lips from a different mouth confirmed a new and odd sense of completeness filled her heart.
5
They washed her like a baby afterwards. They removed her beautiful gown and water dripped on her from at least two directions. They refused to unbind her or take the blindfold off, and it felt stuck to her face. Pulsing water shot at all her slightly sore holes; she guessed the shower had multiple handheld shower heads. One with a heavy pressure kept aim at her clit, while another one pressed up against her aching asshole, and Rose felt consumed with water.
I’m getting rinsed out.
Someone soaped her up with something that smelled like coconut oil. Multiple hands rubbed her all over. The touches were gentle, and occasionally someone whispered “good girl” or “love you” in an ear. The subtle differences of the whispers made it hard to tell which one belonged to her husband. A new sense of submissive obedience kept her from saying anything. Rough textured towels dried her, with extra care spent on her long hair that insisted on sticking to her shoulders and back. Her senses came under a completely different kind of assault this time; it was more like a reward for a job well done.
Almost like a standing ovation, she thought as she remembered the window and the lights.
Nudged forward out of the shower, she felt the cool tile beneath her feet and then the tight pile of the carpeting, one of them led her to lay on something soft. She surmised there were some high thread count sheets on the bed given the hotel’s reputation for opulence.
My husband and the best man from our wedding just fucked me in both ends, then bathed me like I was their pet afterwards, and I think about the thread count of the sheets. What the hell is wrong with me?
As the reality of what transpired earlier set in, the confused jumble of conflicting feelings and anticipation of what would happen next fought a strange fight for attention in Rose’s mind. Her head sunk into a pillow and then someone arranged her bound hands above her head. Rose felt Matt’s stubble tickle her face again as he kissed her deeply while she heard the sound of the shower turn on.
Her hefty breasts settled to their respective off-centers without the loose restraint of the gown to provide them any support. Rose noticed a tinge of self-consciousness bubble up, and she wistfully longed for the days when they were a bit more perkier for him.
The kisses weren’t urgent this time; his tongue lazily explored her mouth with a slight nibble on her lower lip interspersed like delicate pauses. His thumb brushed back pieces of her damp hair stubbornly clinging to her cheek.
“Matt,” she whispered. “Can you please take off the blindfold? I want to see you.” Of all the questions and things she wanted to say, that managed to pop out?
“Hmm, I don’t know if Jason would appreciate that,” he said in a low voice. “His whole plan was to deprive you of senses all night.”
So this was Jason’s fantasy? I don’t know exactly how to process that.
“Please? I think I proved my worth in that department,” she asked in what she hoped was playful; too many insecurities from the humiliating experience earlier made her doubt anything she might say.
He pulled the damp blindfold from her eyes up to her forehead, and Rose’s sight adjusted to the darkened room as her gaze fell on Matt’s almost black eyes intensely studying her. A sense of relief calmed her as his familiar features confirmed it was really Matt next to her. It was Matt who did those things to her in partnership with her husband, and positioned himself next to her on the bed, naked except for a towel loose around his hips. His hairless chest accentuated his muscle structure in stark contrast to Jason’s stocky features.
After taking in the confirmation, she realized one of them must have turned off the main room light, as it definitely wasn’t as bright as when they purposefully blinded her to the surroundings. Her eyes spied the luxurious upholstered contemporary chaise lounge against the room’s large floor to ceiling window, and her panties in a small pile not too far away from it. She found it odd that someone placed a dining chair from the suite’s living area close to the foot of the oversized king bed.
“That still technically counts as ‘on’ but we’ll see what Jason says when he is done with his shower,” he said with a coy smile. His propped up his head on his right hand; the bulging upper arm muscles revealed he probably still regularly visited the gym. He traced the shape of her lips with his left hand’s ring finger, and she tentatively touched it with her tongue to feel the precise edge of his fingernail.
Take me again before Jason comes back.
“You look so different with a goatee,” Rose said as her mind flooded with old memories and fantasies. She realized the mental image she used all these years froze Matt in time, and did not match reality at all. What she saw before her now was more aged and mature, and infinitely more attractive in comparison; the youthful softness replaced with chiseled cheekbones and a strand or two of gray in his hair.
“Yeah well, it wasn’t intentional,” he said. “That was only me procrastinating this morning in the shaving department. Do you like it?”
“I think so,” she said.
He half smiled. “Well, happy birthday.”
Matt leaned over and kissed her again while his left hand wandered around her upper body with a gentle touch. He kneaded her left breast; his thumb lazily grazed the top of her swelling nipple. Matt’s index finger joined his thumb, and they rubbed either side of the hardened flesh in tandem. Rose moaned softly into his mouth, and his relaxed grip on her nipple tightened in response, along with the moistness between her thighs.
She wanted to throw her bound hands around him and have him enter her right then, but a pang of guilt crossed her mind. “Jason?” she asked when Matt lifted his head for some air.
“He’ll be along shortly for round two,” Matt said. His almost perfectly white teeth glowed slightly in the dim light. “I’m just warming you up for it.” He slid his body towards the foot of the bed to align his mouth with her left breast, and extended his long, darted tongue towards the protruding nipple while he massaged the soft skin around it. His facial stubble added to the sensation, as it dragged like mini needles wherever his mouth led. Half of his towel fell away from him, and Rose saw his cock hardened again with a slight glisten of clear fluid collected at its tip.
Rose lifted her head slightly to watch him suckle her, and as their eyes locked with one another, Matt turned the gentle suck into a bite and pulled her nipple upwards with his teeth. She had to arch her back because she thought he was going to pull it off, as the pain was that excruciating.
“Matt,” she gasped. “You… you remembered.”
His mouth released her nipple after what seemed like an eternity, and she relaxed her back onto the bed. Matt stared at her again as his hand moved from her breast, over her belly, and rested on her upper thigh. “Yes, I don’t forget these things. All of our conversations are permanent fixtures in my mind.”
She swallowed nervously. “All of them?” Rose scanned her mental filing cabinet, and searched through memories of the multitude of phone sex, texts, and instant message conversations to locate the one he might possibly refer to. She came up empty.
“Yes, all of them,” Matt said after he circled the tortured nipple with his tongue. “And we’re not going to be as gentle with you this time.”
“You know I always wanted you,” she moaned.
He kissed the top of her nipple, and stared intensely at her. “This isn’t a fantasy anymore, and that means there aren’t any unicorns,” he said.
Matt didn’t wait to let those words sink in before he clamped his teeth around her nipple again. Rose yelped in sweet pain and closed her eyes, dimly aware that the shower stopped. Matt continued to suck harder on her breast, and his sharply manicured fingernails dug in to her inner thigh.
***
A shuffling noise from the bathroom caused Rose to turn her head to the right. Jason stood naked in the doorway, still damp from his shower.
Rose watched her husband’s eyes go from her own to Matt nibbling on her breast, and she could barely look away from Jason’s forming erection. She realized that even after ten years of marriage, she never saw him go from soft to fully hard before. It was mesmerizing to see veins become visible, and his hands along his sides clench into fists and then relax in slow motion as if he pumped himself up. His right hand then moved over the front of his hip, and pulled the skin there away from his cock in a quasi-restraining motion. She saw his chest expand and contract in rhythm with his breathing.
Watching Matt alone with me turns Jason on. And I think that turns me on.
The relative silence broke when Matt pulled on her nipple with his teeth yet again, and she let out a long, low “Ooh!” It snapped Jason from his stupor. He strode over to the bed, laid on the empty side similar to Matt, and sucked on her vacant nipple.
This is heaven. The two of them doing this to me is pure bliss.
She watched Jason basically mimic whatever Matt did, and it disturbed her a bit as they observed each other. Matt acted like the silent instructor, and her husband the mute pupil. But the sweet feelings of the two of them on her breasts made her sigh, and she couldn’t stop watching them bite, suck, and lick. Jason moved his free hand down to her inner thigh and stroked it as Matt did.
Closer please… both of you on me… play with me… I am a puddle again.
When the two hands were dangerously close to her nether region, Matt motioned for Jason to move to the chair, and Jason relocated there. He slouched slightly, and his cock was still very much erect.
The inquisitive look on her face wasn’t enough to persuade a response from either of them, and a shiver traveled down her spine.
Matt instructed her to sit on the edge of the bed and face Jason sitting in the chair opposite them. After she obliged, he sat on the bed behind her, and guided her bound hands above her head, and then positioned them behind his neck so she could rest them there with little effort. She felt his hard cock press against the small of her back behind her.
“You wanted the blindfold off, so don’t close your eyes,” Matt whispered into her right ear and paused by licking her earlobe. “Don’t take your eyes off of him. We’re going to play a game Jason and I used to play a long time ago, and it is very important you don’t speak unless I tell you to or ask you a direct question.”
Jason smiled, his hands on either side of his balls.
What the…?
Matt cupped her weighty breasts, and grazed her sore nipples with his thumbs while sucking on her earlobe. “Tell your husband you love him,” he whispered.
Rose stared into Jason’s eyes a few feet away from her own and said, “I love you Jason. With all my heart, I love you.”
“I love you too Rose,” Jason replied, his hands moving closer to his balls to touch them with his fingertips.
Matt chuckled. “Jason, you have a beautiful wife. You are so lucky to have her. And I’m going to show you your real wife; the one I see in front of me: the true Rose. And you are going to get so turned on by what I show you… that you will not resist showing her how much she excites you. And she will never hide herself from you again after this.”
Matt removed his hand from her right breast, put his long index finger on her lips, and told Rose to suck his finger as if she was sucking Jason’s cock. Rose flicked her tongue around the tip of Matt’s finger, and started to slowly suck his finger into her mouth knuckle by knuckle.
