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

voice. She felt the butt plug pulled out, and then something bigger and velvety caressed her anus. Sean pushed into her, and Jillian pushed back, whimpering as the huge head popped through the tight muscle. Sean waited for her to adjust, murmuring endearments and stroking down her spine. He told her how beautiful her ass looked, all rosy and pink, and how hot it felt against him. He pushed in deeper, and nerve endings the plug had never stimulated burst into feeling. It burned, it hurt, but it felt something else, too, and Jillian pushed back hard, feeling his groin slap against her buttocks.
    “Fuck, babe, slow down. I don’t want to hurt you,” groaned Sean.
    “He really wants to ream you, Jilly,” offered Peter, “but it’s too soon for that.”
    Jillian could barely process the words. She was too busy just feeling. Sean began to withdraw then forge ahead. With each stroke, he pulled back almost to her opening until he was nearly out of her body, then he pushed back in hard. Her orgasm began to climb, and if she could only touch her clit, she would go up in smoke. It didn’t matter if Sean got his. She was going to chew this one up. She was due.
    Peter untied her hands, and Sean pulled her up to a nearly vertical position against his chest. His cock felt even bigger inside her, and Jillian sucked air.
    Sean turned with her to lie back on the bed against the pillows, now holding her wrists, crisscrossed at her waist. Peter reached to bend and spread her legs and laid them over Sean’s. He looped two ties around her thighs and secured her to Sean’s widespread legs.
    “Something different, Jilly,” he advised. “Don’t move, or we won’t let you come.”
    Jillian sure wanted to come. She didn’t know if her clit would ever go back to normal again, and Sean felt like a big old log up inside of her. Peter had repositioned the camera at an angle. Then he took a position on the other side. Jillian gaped at the strap coiled in his hand and began to shake when he smiled at her.
    “What are you doing? Peter, please!”
    Sean held her tightly and groaned, “Peter, get on with it. She is so fucking tight that I’m going to blow on the first clench.”
    Peter snapped the fabric strap over Jillian’s pussy, connecting with her clit and stretched pussy lips. Jillian lost count as Sean rocked her forward into the blows. Her orgasm fractured without warning, and her vagina clasped at nothing while her anus bore down on Sean’s erection. Peter snatched at the clip, and her clit popped out, pushing her up and over again. Sean shouted something incomprehensible in her ear, and she actually felt the hot spurts of his cum bathing her innards as she sprawled, boneless against him.
    “Cut,” Sean whispered.

Chapter Nine

    Jillian scowled at Sean and Peter, who appeared not to notice her fit of pique. This was day three, and they were ignoring her. Well, not exactly ignoring her. They bathed her and gave her a beautiful silk robe in her favorite colour to wear. It clearly had been purchased with her in mind, although it was short and probably a size too small. Jillian knew they wanted to see every curve outlined and be able to see her legs clear up to her wazoo. Sitting was an exercise in caution, and she knew they liked that the best as they strained to catch a glimpse of her pussy and ass. So why weren’t they taking advantage of her nakedness and fucking her senseless? Day one had spilled into day two with the porn-film experiment, but since then it had all been sweetness and light. Jillian fought the urge to grind her teeth together. Every time she “accidentally” brushed against one or the other or “forgot” to keep her robe tied closed, they smiled and patted her or chucked her chin. It was making her nuts. They wore boxers or sweats, and she drooled over their manly chests and dreamed of what was covered.
    She slept between them at night, and also during nap time. Naptime, for Christ’s sake, like she was