Free Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] by Allyson Young

Ready?”
    “But the nipple pinching! That was a consequence!” Jillian protested.
    “Nope,” Peter said in that evil, cheery voice he had adopted. “That was because we’ve neglected those babies and you seem to be able to come when they get involved in our playtime.”
    “Good grief, you perverts,” she mumbled. “I need a little time here.”
    “Action!”
    Peter removed the pillows from under her head and shoulders and tugged her a little further down the bed so that there was no play in the rope that held her wrists. He adjusted the ankle restraints further up the footboard so that she was almost in the splits, her ass hoisted on the pillow beneath her. She felt even more open and exposed, and the moisture between her legs now dripped down the crack of her buttocks. Sean called for Peter to step away as he obviously wanted to focus on this new position and immortalize her for Gynecologist Weekly . It felt kind of exciting.
    Peter squirmed up between her upraised thighs and stroked her sex. He avoided her clit but familiarized himself with every fold, nook, and cranny, spreading the moisture around, delving into her opening and then sliding back to her anus where the butt plug protruded. Sean appeared beside her, the camcorder in hand as he took close-ups of Peter’s busy fingers, she was sure. When Peter lowered his head to lap at her, Sean leaned in to get that on film, too, and Jillian closed her eyes against the thought of what they were seeing and preserving. Besides, Peter was really good at this, and maybe another orgasm wasn’t the worst thing in the world, except he wasn’t touching her clit despite her little wiggles to encourage him. Slap. Jillian shrieked. Slap. Peter was spanking her pussy! It felt amazing, arousing. Her clit stood further at attention as she reached for climax, only to have him stop. He pressed a last openmouthed kiss on her and pulled away. Jillian ground her teeth as Sean zoomed in for another close-up. Peter then unfastened her ankles, rubbing them gently and stretching her calves up to allow the muscles to adjust. He flipped her on her stomach and added another pillow so that she was pretty much on her knees, chest on the mattress, legs splayed, her hands still tied.     
    “Leave your legs wide open like this, honey, and don’t move, or we’ll get creative with you and it won’t be so comfortable,” advised Peter.
    There was an ominous silence behind her, and she tried to squint over her shoulder but was unable to figure out what they were doing. She wriggled a little to see if she could rub her clit on the pillow, but Peter had created some kind of little hollow there to thwart her. Jillian’s temper began to rise, and she opened her mouth to share her thoughts when the crinkle of foil dissuaded her. Someone was going to fuck her. Okay then.
    Sean’s voice sounded. “You know, I don’t think I’ll need a condom for this, babe. I’m clean, and I know you are.”
    Jillian quickly replied, “Use a condom, Sean. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
    Both men laughed.
    “You won’t get pregnant where I’m putting my cock, sugar,” chortled Sean.
    Oh crap, this was it then. He was going to fuck her ass and tape the whole process. She waited for the plug to be pulled out, but instead the paddle came down on her raised buttocks. Wow, it stung. Again and again it fell, falling where Sean directed Peter to apply the blows. It shouldn’t have appealed, but, like the flogging, Jillian’s bottom tried to follow the paddle, pushing back against it. The plug created blooming pain/pleasure splinters in her bowels and at her anus. Her buttocks heated and swelled, the warmth flowing down into her pussy, still wet from her previous exertions. Peter paused for a moment, and she felt lubricant on her anus as he twisted and thrust the plug to spread the slippery substance, then resumed with the paddle.
    Jillian began to beg and plead for release, hardly recognizing her own