True Perfection [Aspire 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Allyson Young

TRUE PERFECTION
    Aspire 2
     
    ALLYSON YOUNG
    Copyright © 2012
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    Haley threw her head back against Warren’s shoulder. Tears of frustration leaked from the corners of her eyes, and she begged, “Please, Gordon, please. I need to come!”
    Gordon pulled his head away from her pussy, and her swollen clit felt bereft at the loss of his clever tongue. He glowered at her and said, “No, Haley. Not until we think you’ve learned your lesson.”
    Warren’s cock seemed to swell within her as her pussy and anus clenched at the dark threat in Gordon’s tone. She didn’t know how he had found out, but he had. He had greeted her at the front door earlier, and she had nearly tumbled inside when he yanked it open. Her gentle, teddy bear Dom more closely resembled an irate grizzly with his reddened face and snapping eyes. She could have sworn she heard rumbling from his chest when he confronted her about not having an escort across the dark parking lot from the restaurant to the cab she had taken home from work.
    Warren continued to pinch and roll her nipples, and her reaction to his touch rocked her on his cock. He felt like a log up her butt and the sparkles of pain/pleasure made her moan, except it wasn’t enough. Her hands were tied behind her back, so she couldn’t even bring herself off.
    Gordon opened his fly and pulled out his weeping shaft, then stepped forward between her and Warren’s spread legs, pushing the head against her lips. Haley opened, and he thrust inside, fisting both of his hands in her hair.
    “Take me, Haley, and remember your place, sub,” Gordon ordered.
    Haley sucked him deep and worked her tongue in little flicks along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, just as Gordon liked. Warren slid one hand down to her splayed thighs and finger fucked her in cadence with Gordon’s thrusts. Haley squirmed and moaned. She needed release. They had tortured her for such a long time.
    After her impromptu entrance into the house, Gordon had half carried her into his den, and when he deposited her on her feet, Haley immediately began to remove her clothing, seeking to placate him. His eyes had flared with desire, but his resolve hadn’t changed. Warren arrived soon thereafter, looking grim, and at a gesture from Gordon, sat in the leather club chair after pushing his slacks and boxers off. They had obviously discussed this plan beforehand, or maybe not because they did function like such a team. Gordon threw him the lube, and Haley trembled with arousal and a hint of fear, the anticipation making her pussy flood. Following Gordon’s command, she backed to Warren and bent over obediently as he inserted the lube into her anus and followed it with two fingers, stretching her without comment. The scent of the wet wipes mingled with that of her arousal, and his dark, brooding presence behind her added to her excitement. He tied her hands behind her back next, and she was impaled on him a moment later, his thick, hard flesh pushing past the outer ring of her anus and then scraping against all those nerve endings deep inside her. Gordon’s fingers and tongue then found her pussy and Haley’s torment began.
    They hadn’t let her come, and now Gordon’s taut visage above her and Warren’s stifled groans were faint comfort that they were feeling the strain as well. She was dying with need. She sucked harder and clenched on Warren. Gordon pulled out immediately and reached down to slap her mound. Haley shrieked and arched into the blows. A few more on her clit and she would go over. And of course Gordon stopped.
    “I’m dying here, Gordon.” Warren’s voice pulled her back. “She’s squeezing me past endurance.”
    Gordon grunted and pushed his pants and underwear off. Haley hoped that meant what she wanted it to mean. He grabbed her chin and bent to look her directly in the eyes.
    “What have you learned, sub?”
    “I just wanted to surprise you! Please,