Fleeing Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 2] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) Page 6

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Good. Now lie across my lap while I discipline you.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Do as I say or I will paddle your cock instead of your backside.”

  He swallowed and climbed onto her lap, lying across it with his rump exposed—his cute, perky butt. She wanted to grope and squeeze it, but for now a spanking would suffice. She grabbed the rolled-up newspaper and whacked his rear several times, pleased with the way it bloomed pink with the abuse. His groans and jolts were appetizing. The way his prick hardened against her lap felt exquisite.

  “Are you a bad boy, Cameron?”

  “I must be or you wouldn’t be spanking me. Ow!”

  “No back talk, pet. Are you a bad boy?”

  “Yes.” He winced when she slammed the newspaper onto his buns harder.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m a bad boy.”

  “Shout it like you’re pleading for mercy.”

  “I’m a bad boy!”

  She slapped his ass harder, feeling her panties dampen with approval. “Say it again, you dirty boy.”

  “Oh god! I’m a bad boy!”

  “Do you need me to hurt you?”

  “Heck yes! Hurt me.”

  “How bad do you want it?”

  “I need it bad. Hurt me, please! I’m a bad boy.”

  That probably wasn’t the opportune time for Callie to walk in. Hilary blushed when she saw her, and Cameron gasped in utter humiliation.

  * * * *

  Callie went speechless. There were no words for seeing her best friend with a naked guy on her lap wearing a pink dog collar and getting his ass beat by her with a rolled-up newspaper.

  Hilary pursed her lips together, looking awkward and uncomfortable. “How was your trip, dear?”

  “Fine, how was your…fling?”

  “Oh, this isn’t a fling,” she insisted.

  “I knew it! We’re going out now,” the guy said happily. “I’m Cameron by the way. You must be Callie.”

  Callie nodded.

  Hilary slapped his bottom. “Shut up! We are not in a relationship. You are enslaved until I see fit to release you.”

  Callie raised an eyebrow. “Enslaved?”

  “Yeah, she tricked me into coming over here last night. I thought we were going to fool around, but it turns out she just wants something to beat when she’s PMSing.”

  Hilary slapped his buttocks again. “Be quiet!”

  Callie felt a sinking sensation in her gut. She shouldn’t be depressed or jealous. She and Hilary weren’t in a romantic relationship. Hilary wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was free to mess around with whoever she wanted, but it still hurt. Callie longed to be the one lying across her lap and getting spanked, but perhaps not with a newspaper. Maybe just by hand.

  She also noticed how chiseled and sexy Cameron looked. He blew Brent clear out of the water. “I’m glad you have a boyfriend, Hil. That’s good. Good for you.”

  Hilary pushed Cameron off her lap and onto the floor as she rose and came to her. “He is not my beau, Callie girl. He is our slave and plaything. We shall use and abuse him as we see fit and none shall stop us.”

  “Unless I go to the law and report you for kidnapping me,” Cameron argued. Then with a smile, he added, “But maybe if you let me get lucky I’ll just let it slide.”

  Hilary glowered at him. “You must earn the right to climax in a nonhumiliating way.”

  “Well, how do I do that?”

  “By obeying me like a good boy.”

  Callie shook her head. “Wait a minute. Did you really kidnap him? That’s illegal. You have to let him go.”

  “No! He’s mine—ours.”

  Cameron looked tickled pink by the label of ownership. “It’s not really kidnapping if I choose to stay of my own free will.”

  “Okay, I’m confused now. Did you kidnap him, or did he just come over for some fun?” Callie asked.

  Cameron spoke before Hilary could. “She said you guys could use a plaything and thought it would bring you closer together.”

  Callie felt her spirits lift. “Wow. I don’t know what to say. Thank you. That’s really sweet.”

  Hilary was beaming. “We shall strip and rub against him while he is bound, but we won’t let him come, nor shall we take him into our bodies.”

  Cameron scowled. “Well, that sucks.”

  Callie smiled but became nervous. She stuck her hands in her pockets to keep them from seeing her tremble. “That sounds like fun, but I’m not ready to be naked around anybody just yet. I’d love to watch you tease and play with him, though.”

  Hilary smiled and played with a strand of her hair. “So you shall.”

  Callie felt a sudden chill as a tide of warmth swept in. There was some kind of magic in Hilary’s touch.

  “Lie down on the floor on your back, dog. I’m going to sit on your face,” she ordered.

  Cameron rolled onto his back. “Wait a minute, that won’t feel good.”

  “Are you trying to tell me I have a large ass?”

  “Well, no. I mean you do, but in a very sexy way.”

  “I will squish you like a bug and smother your face with my butt.”

  Callie wanted to laugh, but this subsided and her desire skyrocketed when she saw Hilary step out of her jeans to reveal her plum-purple, satin panties. She took her top off to reveal a matching purple balconette bra. Just why she wore a purple bra under a white top was beyond Callie. Maybe Hilary didn’t realize it would show through.

  The woman looked gorgeous with massive breasts and soft, deadly curves.

  Callie had the slim, toned body of a model and was always grateful her genes gave her what society considered the ideal, but in this captivating moment she saw the beauty of a voluptuous woman with a soft, rounded tummy and plump limbs and counted it perfection. She realized there was no perfect body type. Every woman was beautiful in her own way and each man had different tastes. Some liked skinny or athletic, others liked curvaceous or larger women.

  Callie wanted to bounce those generously endowed boobs and nibble on the woman’s love handles.

  “You have such a beautiful body,” Cameron moaned. “Can I touch you now?”

  “No.”

  He groaned in frustration, gasping when Hilary sat on his face. He squealed when she scooted over him to make him more uncomfortable.

  “What if he can’t breathe?” Callie worried as she sat down.

  “Nonsense, a little oxygen deprivation never hurt anyone,” Hilary replied.

  “Actually, yeah it did. People can die of suffocation or get brain damage.”

  She frowned. “Well, we can’t have that.” She screamed lightly and flew up. “You perverse little man!”

  “What did he do?” Callie asked.

  “He nibbled my ass!”

  She couldn’t blame the guy. She wanted to play with Hilary’s buns too.

  “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Your ass is frigging incredible. I just want to bite it.”

  Hilary seemed to wrestle with a threatening smile. “You must learn to control yourself, pet.”

  “It’s just when I smelled your pussy and felt how wet you were I wanted you even more.”

  She stiffened, face growing cold. “I do not want you.”

  “Yeah, you do.”

  “Do not argue with me, knave.”

  Cameron gasped loudly when Callie ran her bare foot up his hairy leg.

  “Do you mind if I play with him a little?”

  Hilary seemed quite pleased with the idea. “Be my guest. Rub your feet all over his goods. Make him want it.”

  “I already do,” Cameron said.

  “Filthy strumpet,” Hilary sneered, sitting in a chair nearby. “Worship my feet while she pays homage to your genitals.”

  Callie’s mouth watered as she watched him kiss Hilary’s feet and suck her toes. He rubbed her feet against his cheek, seeming to get into the role.

  Callie mo
ved the soles of her feet up to his aroused penis. It jerked to attention under her ministrations and he mewled in euphoria beneath her loving. She relished the feel of his soft, spongy balls growing firm and solid the longer she rubbed him. His satiny, turgid length gliding beneath her feet felt divine. She even took to gripping his appendage between her feet and pumping him slowly. He went ballistic with pleasure and Hilary crammed her foot into his mouth to tamp down on his excitement.

  Callie saw the eye in his cockhead emitting a droplet of moisture. He would probably blow soon. His panting and needy sounds were music to her ears. The sight of him worshiping her best friend’s feet was a feast for her eyes.

  “Stop,” Hilary commanded. All action ceased. “You don’t get to come.”

  “What? Are you fucking kidding me?” Cameron sounded pissed.

  “Stop questioning my seriousness. You must give of yourself before you receive our skills. Would you like him to lick your pussy, Callie girl?”

  Callie squirmed in her chair, vagina clenching at the naughty thought. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that. You should, though.”

  “Very well. Pleasure me, fool.”

  Cameron looked excited and perhaps in awe as he dipped his fingers into the waistband of her undies and rolled them down her legs slowly.

  Callie’s heart beat faster when she saw Hilary’s bare pussy. She had liked the job Callie did when she waxed it, so she maintained her smooth cunt.

  Cameron’s eyes closed and he gently kissed her naked mons as if he were worshiping a deity. The sight of him with his face buried between Hilary’s thighs was spellbinding. Callie didn’t know which of them was the luckiest at that point. She only hoped Hilary came from it so she could watch.

  Hilary looked like she wanted to play with his hair but instead balled her fists behind her back as if to stop herself. Why?

  After a couple of minutes of licking and tasting, she yanked his head up by his hair. “You are not giving it your all. Do you want your mistress to have pleasure?”

  Cameron blushed and lowered his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve just never done this before.”

  “Of course you haven’t. You were too busy soiling the honor of innocent girls and seeking your own release to see to their enjoyment as well. You are a typical, selfish man, Cameron.”

  “It’s not like that, and I’m not trying to be selfish. I’ve just never had sex before,” he blurted.

  Callie’s jaw dropped. “You’re a virgin?”

  “Yeah.”

  Hilary gasped so loudly it sounded comical. “You dare to put your mouth on me when you don’t even know how to use it?”

  “I’m sorry, but you asked me to and I wanted to learn. I just had to touch you. I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s hard having to look but not getting to touch.”

  Callie could relate now that she recognized her feelings for Hilary. “I think that’s neat that you’re a virgin, Cameron.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I think it’s outrageous,” Hilary contradicted.

  “I’m sorry if that’s a problem. I just wanted to save myself for the person I would end up marrying.”

  “And what good would it do her to have a man who is no good in bed?” Hilary snapped. “Isn’t it better to first gain experience to better learn to please her?”

  “With all due respect, that just sounds like an excuse to be promiscuous without commitment. I thought my future wife and I could learn together. My purity is my gift to her.”

  Callie’s heart ached. Her purity had been hers to give, and Brent stole it from her. She would never get a decent guy like Cameron now. If anybody wanted her, it would probably be someone who had been around the block a number of times, and she would always worry about being compared to his past flings.

  “Besides, I don’t want her to be jealous. I want her to know I’m completely hers,” Cameron continued.

  Hilary looked touched, annoyed and guarded at the same time. “And yet here you are, naked and groveling at my feet, licking my pussy like a male trollop. What changed?”

  His turquoise eyes became tender and his voice softened to an amorous murmur. “Nothing changed, Hilary.”

  Her hazel eyes flashed with warning and she quickly pulled her underwear back on, yanking him up by his ear and coercing him down the hall and into the bathroom. She shut the door and Callie wondered why Hilary seemed so determined not to accept any compliments from Cameron or allow him to orgasm.

  * * * *

  Hilary slammed the door to the bathroom closed and shoved Cameron against it. “No one in this apartment got what they wanted, so why should you?”

  He shrugged. “I just did what you asked.”

  “You overstepped your bounds. You are here for one purpose and one alone.”

  “To not come?”

  His sarcasm nearly made her smile. She mustn’t let him see his effect on her. He must never know how attracted she was to him or how the sound of his laugh filled her heart with joy. She couldn’t tell him that every day she spent working with him in the magic shop was the best of her life. Only the time she spent with Callie could rival this. Giving him that kind of power would inevitably destroy her.

  “To be our slave and do my bidding. That’s all. Do not endeavor to make this into something it is not.”

  “What are you punishing me for? Is it because of what some guy did to Callie, or because of something somebody did to you?”

  She shrieked and rammed him against the door again. “Get in the tub!”

  “I already showered.”

  “Do it again. You make me sick.” Sick with longing.

  Cameron calmly stepped into the tub facing her.

  “You greedy pig, you have pre-cum all over your shaft.”

  He grinned. “I couldn’t help it. You girls were making me horny.”

  God, she wanted to strip and hop into the tub with him. She wanted to feel that marvelous prick pounding inside of her until she screamed. She must remain cold and distant, but it proved difficult to do so with the object of her affection standing there naked and smiling sweetly at her. Well, no harm in cleaning him off. He would assume she was treating him like an infant rather than copping a feel.

  Hilary smiled, kneeling in front of him and wiped his length off with a damp washcloth. The low “mm” coming from him made her damper still. “You liked our feet?”

  “I loved them. They were two of the prettiest feet I’ve ever seen. Actually, it would be four feet between you two.”

  She laughed lightly. “Good to see I have an intelligent slave on my hands.”

  He tickled her, stealing a sudden giggle from her, but he became sober. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get you off like that. I never want to disappoint you.”

  Something moved through her at the gentleness of his tone and his sincere caring. “It is no matter. You will simply have to be taught how to please a woman. Have you never been suckled before or stimulated manually?”

  “No.”

  “You are a disgrace.” That was the furthest label from her mind. She found him intriguing and beautiful in a handsome, adorable, teenage heartthrob sort of way. She raked her fingertips down his washboard abs in awe of him. The heady scent of his masculinity wafted up to her nose, reminding her how badly he wanted her. His erection was a dead giveaway. It called to her like a siren, enticing her with a seductive melody, but in the end would only drag her down to her death.

  She must be strong…as strong as the lean, fit body before her. She must hold fast to her convictions…as fast as she wanted to fuck him senseless. His cock bobbed temptingly close to her lips.

  Just one taste, the forbidden fruit seemed to beckon her. She barely kissed the tip and his penis lifted automatically to her awaiting lips. His breathless gasp proved too decadent to resist. She gripped his erection with one hand and gently laved his cockhead with her tongue.

  A cry wrung from his lips. A sound came out after that, but they weren’t any inte
lligible words she knew, only tiny whimpers of passion as she gave him his first taste of fellatio while she helped herself to his juicy meat. She played with his balls and allowed his cock to sink into the depths of her mouth so she could suck him off.

  “Oh, Hilary!” he exclaimed, sounding like a madman on his descent into illicit pleasure.

  She sucked him slowly at first, relishing his happy noises of approval of her skill. He dared to place his hands on her shoulders as he gently thrust his hips and fucked her mouth. She didn’t stop him. They were too far gone to stop this now.

  Hilary moaned when his hands dipped into her bra and groped her tits. His touch sent a ravaging bolt straight down to her vagina. It had been so long since she was touched—far too long. He was being a naughty boy, but she couldn’t even think of punishing him for it right now with her mouth stuffed full of his prick. His cock was tasty and the act almost seemed sacred to her somehow, which she found strange since she had performed fellatio on men many times before, and while she had enjoyed it at times, she never once became overwhelmed by the act.

  This was almost too much. This man in all his purity and loveliness touched her. She wanted to give him a gift to cherish, or at least revel in for these few minutes. He had been good for so long, he deserved some relief. Why he wasn’t already taken she had no clue.

  He pistoned into her faster and she sucked him harder, creating a vacuum on his dick with her mouth. “Oh Hilary, I’m going to finish!”

  She smiled on his shaft, sucking more vigorously to make him do so. Cameron bellowed his release and jolted against her as he spilled his seed into her mouth. She swallowed with neither hesitation nor disgust. His delicious virgin seed was precious to her—something she had never considered a man’s cum before. She sucked the juices from him and licked him clean when she was done.

  His legs shook as he stared down at her, trying to catch his breath. “Oh my god.”

  Hilary felt as though she were paralyzed. She couldn’t move, could hardly breathe or think. She got up quietly, scared when she realized the magnitude of her feelings and the depth of her attraction to him. He may be her boss and she might be his mistress, but ultimately the power was his. He shook her to the core even though he had been the one to climax.