“Yes, Jack.” He tried to focus on anything but the pounding need to come. Abby’s pussy felt like a hot furnace, and it was taking everything he had not to pour himself into her. The lash hit again and Sam groaned, allowing it to push him deeply into her channel. Sam pushed slightly against Abby’s hips and pulled his cock almost all the way out, waiting for the next strike.
“You’re responsible for her happiness and her safety,” Jack continued. “If I am not around, I expect you to see to her needs before your own. You left her alone today, despite my instructions.”
“Yes.” He’d fucked up. It had weighed him down all night. Now, though, the guilt was leaving him. It seemed to float away as he was driven back into Abby’s body. There wasn’t room for guilt anymore. There was just sensation and passion and sweet emotion.
“You will follow my instructions to the letter from this day forward or you’ll find yourself right back here,” Jack promised.
Sam wasn’t so sure here wasn’t his favorite place in the world, but he didn’t like the idea of letting Jack and Abby down. He did like the idea that he was responsible for her happiness. It made him feel worthy and that he had a place in the world. He wouldn’t do anything to betray the trust these two precious people had given him.
“I promise. I promise both of you.”
Jack took a step back and sighed. “Go on then, Sam.”
He couldn’t contain his lust any longer, and he pounded forward as Jack walked around to the front of the bench and roughly shoved his jeans down his body and onto the floor. Sam realized quickly that Jack might have been calm, but he was anything but unaffected. His cock was huge and hard as he stroked it and got it into position. Sam fucked Abby’s pussy as Jack’s cock found her mouth.
“Open,” Jack commanded. Abby’s lips parted, and Jack’s cock began to disappear. “Let me use your mouth, sweetheart. You relax. This won’t take long.”
The thought of Jack throat-fucking their gorgeous wife made Sam crazy. He pounded into her. Jack held her head in his hands and worked his cock in and out in perfect time to Sam’s thrusts.
“Breathe through your nose.” Jack’s voice was low and guttural. “I’m almost there. You feel so fucking good. Swallow me, Abigail. Swallow everything I give you. Don’t you lose a drop of me.”
Sam thrust in to his balls as Jack’s head dropped back. Jack groaned, and he held her still for his orgasm. His big, strong body shook from the force of his seed jetting from it. The sight triggered Sam’s orgasm, and his release shot from his balls like a rocket deep into Abby’s warm, willing pussy. Every muscle he had relaxed as the orgasm left him languid and sated and blissful. He was completely satisfied until he heard a soft cry from Abigail.
Jack got to his knees, tearing at the restraints holding her arms down. He looked up at Sam.
“Get her out of this, now,” Jack ordered, his voice hoarse.
He immediately got down and quickly worked the straps that held her ankles. She was free in seconds, and Jack was hauling her up. Sam was terrified because Abby had tears running down her face.
“Baby, you can cry.” Jack’s face was grim as he pushed back her hair and held her gently.
Abby, given permission to let go, sobbed against him, holding on to him like he was a lifeline.
Jack looked completely helpless for once. “Where does it hurt?”
She shook her head.
“Abby, please,” Sam begged. Had he been too rough with her? “You have to tell us where it hurts so we can fix it.”
Abby looked up at him, tears pooling in those big hazel eyes. He felt his heart seize at the thought that they had really hurt her.
“Too much,” she managed to hiccup out between sobs. “Too much everything.”
Jack got up, his body not straining at all under her weight. He moved swiftly to the massage table and laid her down. “Sam, get the salve and warm water. Abby, I’ll run a hot bath for you. I’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” she cried. “I’m so sorry I tried to leave. I love you so much. I never loved anyone…”
Sam handed Jack the items he’d requested. He breathed a small sigh of relief when he realized the problem had nothing to do with physical pain and everything to do with the overwhelming emotion between the three of them.
He leaned over, and his hands tangled in her hair as he held her close. “I love you, Abby. We’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry about the town or the Echols family or anything else. We’ll take care of it.”
He kissed her and stood back. She relaxed back against the plush massage table. Jack used the warm washcloth to tenderly wash between her legs.
She sniffed as she looked up at them. “Are you going to take care of me?”
There was a certain pleading heat in her voice that made Sam smile. “I don’t think she’s talking about a bath, Jack.”
Abby wanted to come. Sam wasn’t so sure her punishment was over yet.
Jack smiled down at Abby. “Just what do you need me to take care of? You did a good job, Abigail. You made up for what you did. I’m feeling indulgent. What would make you happy?”
Sam was ready to make her happy. A few orgasms should do it. He prepared himself to give it all to her.
“Kiss Sam,” Abby requested, quietly looking between the two of them.
Jack’s emerald eyes flared in surprise.
Whoa. He took a step back. This wasn’t what he expected. He’d talked to her because he had to talk to someone. He’d never expected her to push it this way. Nope. There was no way Jack was going to do this. A fine tremble started in his hands.
What would it be like? What would it feel like to submit to Jack sexually?
“You want me to kiss Sam?” Jack’s lips had quirked up slightly.
He didn’t sound like a man who intended to say no. He seemed more amused than offended. Okay. Way more amused and not offended in any way. Sam swallowed.
Abby sat up. If her bottom was sore, it didn’t seem to bother her. She looked between the two men and sighed, a dreamy look coming over her face. “I do. I want you to kiss Sam, and I want to watch.”
Jack looked from Abby to Sam. He winked at Sam. Sam felt something deep inside him ease. Jack wasn’t going to reject him.
“Will that get you hot, baby?” Jack asked.
“Yes, Jack,” she replied with a happy sigh.
He looked over at Sam, serious all of the sudden. “I won’t do this without your permission.”
Damn it. The man couldn’t just take him. Of fucking course not. “I mean, if Abby thinks it would be cool, I don’t have a problem with it. I…I’m good with kissing. Girls do it all the time.”
“Is that what you’re going with? All right. We’ll start there then.” Jack shook his head with a rueful laugh. “Come here, Sam.”
His cock twitched. He couldn’t help it. He was sure Jack noticed it, too, but was politely refraining from commenting. Sam fought for each breath as he put one foot in front of the other. He had to think about it, otherwise he might have tripped. Awkward. He was so awkward, but there was no way he was backing down.
He was slightly shorter than Jack. This close, he had to tip his head up a little. Jack radiated authority. It practically pulsed over his skin. Jack brought his hands up to cup Sam’s face and pulled him in.
Their lips met roughly. There was nothing at all feminine about the kiss. Jack was rough and masterful. It was so different than kissing a woman. There was nothing gentle about it, and that spoke to him, too. Jack’s tongue plunged in, invading and conquering. Sam fought back. His tongue met Jack’s in a rousing duel.
This was what sex would be like with Jack. It would be a fight to get Sam to submit on every level. He didn’t think it was a fight he could win, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Sam let his hand touch Jack’s perfectly cut chest. He had never wanted a man before, but he’d always longed for Jack. He was breathless by the time Jack pulled away.
Sam noticed Abby had enjoye
d the show. Her fingers were slipping in and out of her pussy.
Jack’s hand shot out and slapped her hand away.
“Not on your life, sweetheart,” Jack growled. “You got your wish. The rest of the night is for me and Sam. Take her to the bed.”
Sam picked her up easily.
“Thank you, baby,” he whispered as he carried her out of the playroom and through the master bath. She had made that moment with Jack possible.
He tossed her gently on the big, soft bed and looked forward to the rest of the night.
Chapter Sixteen
Abby shrieked when Sam threw her on the bed. He was on top of her before she’d settled onto the comforter. He had completely recovered from his first orgasm of the night and, if his dick was any indication, was ready for more.
It was perfect because she was totally ready for more.
She let her hands weave into his hair as he covered her mouth with his. Sam was voracious, and she knew that finally kissing Jack had the intended effect on his libido. He covered her body with his and forced her legs open to make a place for himself at her core. She responded to him by wrapping herself around his waist and pushing up, seeking relief from the seemingly endless stimulation.
“Are you too sore?” Sam asked when he came up for air. He tried to pull his weight off her.
“No.” Abby dug her nails into the flesh of his back to keep him right where he was. “I’m fine. I’m just a little sore. It doesn’t hurt.”
It didn’t really. She hurt a lot less than she would have imagined. What hurt was the ache in her pussy.
His tongue delved deep again, and he stopped trying to spare her his weight. She was pinned under him, and it felt wonderful.
“It was good,” Sam groaned. “So good. I always knew it would be. I always knew I would like the discipline. Watching him do that over the years, especially when we were at The Club…I always wanted it but I was afraid to ask. Thank you.”
Before she could grind herself against his pelvis, Sam was working his way down. He kissed her face, licked her ears, and nuzzled her neck before he got to his destination.
“Hello, you gorgeous tits.” He hummed happily, letting his tongue seek the tip of one breast. He tongued the erect nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth.
She felt the tug in her womb. She let her head fall back because there was no tempting him away now. Once he had some pink part in his mouth, Sam was like a dog with a bone. He sucked and played with her nipples, his hand molding the one he wasn’t sucking. His thumb flicked across the tip, making sure the nub stayed hard and at perfect attention.
“Move over,” Jack said to Sam.
She felt the bed dip under Jack’s weight. When she looked down, Jack’s ebony hair joined Sam’s gold as each lavished affection on her breasts. Abby felt her back arch when Jack took her nipple between his teeth and gently bit down.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what, sweetheart?” Jack raised his head to look at her.
She was restless underneath him, her body twitching and rolling. He was being so stubborn. She was sure he knew what she needed, but he wanted the words.
“Please fuck me.” The ache in her pussy was too much to bear.
Jack kissed her nipple one last time and then got to his knees. “Since you asked so sweetly…”
Jack’s hands were suddenly on her waist, and he pulled her over until she was on top of him. His back hit the mattress. “Straddle me.”
She hurried to obey. She spread her legs and reached down to guide Jack’s big, hard cock to her opening. Even as wet as she was, she had to work her way onto him. She bobbed up and down, gaining ground as Jack’s hips flexed up and his eyes watched her breasts bounce. Sam moved himself behind her, in between Jack’s splayed legs. His hand worked around and ran the length of her torso from her breasts to the wet, silky V of her thighs.
“Oh, please.” She flushed as Sam’s fingers brushed her clit. So close. She didn’t know if she could survive it if they denied her again.
“Give it to her,” Jack ordered as he thrust forcefully up, using his hands to pull her hips down. He filled her fully, and she moaned at the exquisite sensation. Her head fell back onto Sam’s shoulder as Sam’s finger found the throbbing pearl of her clit. She went flying blissfully over the edge.
The orgasm bloomed through her body, leaving her shaking as she collapsed forward onto Jack’s waiting chest. Even as she shivered with aftershocks, she could feel Jack’s fullness as he pressed up into her, holding himself still. She was surprised when Sam held the cheeks of her ass apart and started to work a warm, slippery substance into her anus.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Jack cajoled, pulling her head back down to rest against his chest. “He’s getting you ready. Just relax. When he tells you to, push back.”
She gasped as Sam slid his thumb past the ring of muscles surrounding her anus. He gently worked the lube into her super-tight passage.
“She’s so small, Jack.” There was no way to mistake the anticipation in Sam’s voice.
“Then you have to be careful with her,” Jack replied.
She felt Sam withdraw, but then something much, much larger than his finger or any of the plugs they had used before was there. The broad head of Sam’s dick was pushing forward, seeking entrance.
She whimpered slightly as Sam tried to work his cock in.
“It’s going to be fine,” Jack promised. She could see the strain on his face. He was holding back, waiting for Sam.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Sam gritted out. “Push back against me, baby.”
She didn’t think that was such a great idea, but she tried it anyway. Sam was thrusting in short bursts, taking territory and retreating, only to thrust and gain another inch.
“It burns.” She wasn’t sure she liked the sensation.
“It’ll get better,” Jack assured her. His green eyes were dark as Abby looked deeply into them. “I can feel him.”
“Can you?” She forgot about the pressure for a moment. Jack looked so pleased.
“Oh, yeah, baby. There’s nothing to separate us but this tiny bit of skin. I feel his cock sliding against mine. When he thrusts in, his balls rub against mine. I love this, Abby.”
Sam hissed, and she groaned in reply.
“I’m in,” Sam announced as he finally slid home. “Oh, she’s so fucking hot. She feels so good.”
“Are you all right, Abby?” Jack asked. His face was taut with self-control.
She nodded. She’d never felt so full. It was shocking and was tinged with an edge of pain. The burn was still there, but so was a full chorus of nerve endings she never knew she had. Those nerves were singing now, begging her to go further.
“Can I fuck this sweet ass, please?” Sam begged, his hands restlessly moving across her torso. “I’m going to die if I don’t move soon.”
Jack thrust up into her experimentally, and she felt Sam’s cock move in her ass. She shuddered at the feeling of the two men filling her up.
“She’s ready,” Jack said as he pulled back.
Sam pressed forward, and she gave over. When Jack pushed, Sam pulled. When Sam attacked, Jack retreated. There wasn’t a single moment her body wasn’t invaded and plundered deliciously. Abby cried out as Sam hit some place deep inside she hadn’t known existed. Jack groaned and his hips pistoned up, fighting for his place. Sam grunted behind her, pulling his big cock almost all the way out of her ass only to tunnel his way back in. Abby rode the wave of jittery pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.
Never had she felt so wanted and loved. Caught in between the two men she loved more than life, she gave herself completely to the experience. When Jack’s hand reached between them and gently pinched down on her clitoris, Abby worried she might pass out. She bucked and screamed as everything inside her clenched and then released in a great rush of pleasure.
“Fuck,” Sam cried out. His hands tightened on her hips.
Abb
y felt him come deep in her ass.
Sam’s orgasm seemed to trigger Jack’s. She watched in wonder as his gorgeous face contorted, and he moaned when his semen flooded her womb.
Sam fell on top of her, forcing her farther into Jack’s arms. Abby found herself in between two adoring men. Jack’s hands soothingly rubbed up and down her sides as Sam pressed his mouth into the nape of her neck.
“Never again, Abby,” Sam said quietly. “Don’t ever think about leaving again. I can’t stand it.”
She managed to shake her head against Jack’s firm chest.
“She’s ours,” Jack vowed. “She won’t leave. She belongs to us now.”
She would have argued if she’d had any strength left. She would have argued with the now part. She had always belonged to them. It had just taken her a while to find them.
* * * *
An hour later, Jack rubbed his hands along Abigail’s recently bathed skin. Delicious. The word rolled around in his head. She smelled delicious, looked delicious. He could eat her up and never, ever get full.
She lay face down on the massage table, her still slightly pink cheeks beautiful to his eyes. Every curve and valley of her body called to him.
“Does that feel good?” This was their quiet time, the time when he could thank her for all she did for him, when he could worship her like the goddess she was.
“Mhmm.” She sighed, her whole body relaxed.
That was a good sound to his ears.
He poured more of the fragrant massage oil into his hands and soothed it onto the perfect skin of her back. He liked this part almost as much as the sex. Caring for his lover after sex seemed so intimate. Though he hadn’t had many women he would truly call lovers, even the one-night stands or weekend women he’d been with, he tried to take care of.
It was a million times better with Abigail since he knew she was truly his.
He genuinely enjoyed bathing her and carefully rubbing salve into her pink buttocks. He certainly liked the intimacy of easing the muscles that had worked so hard to bring him pleasure. Her skin was soft and warm under his hands. This was the calm, loving after-time he always lavished on a submissive.