“I never said I was ready to go, Jon. We’ll leave after I help Bobby close up.” Damn it, why did the thought of being alone with them again in her apartment have her body wet and ready for a replay of their night together? She refused to give in to this need that was growing steadily worse each day until she was sure of what she wanted. Narrowing her eyes in warning, she stated implacably, “I am not having sex with you again.”
Luc raised a tawny brow, his amber eyes going cool as he replied flatly, “I don’t recall asking you to.”
Caitlin tried not to let his rebuke bother her, instead concentrated on the hard to miss proof of their desire. “You didn’t have to ask,” she said as her eyes drifted to his crotch, “you’ve been advertising it all night.”
“Just because our bodies respond to yours so blatantly, doesn’t mean we have to act on it,” Jon replied because Luc’s jaw had gone as rigid as his cock. “Come on.” Taking her arm, he led her toward the back stairs. “Bobby agreed with us that you were looking peaked and needed to call it a night. He doesn’t mind closing by himself tonight. We can see he’s a good friend to you.”
Jerking her arm free, she glared up at him. “Yes, he is and I’m perfectly capable of deciding whether or not I want to impose on him for the second night in a row to pull my weight.”
She pivoted away from Jon to return to the bar only to have Luc block her path, wrap his arm around her and mutter, “To hell with this,” before the hall went completely grey and she found herself upstairs in her bedroom clinging dizzily to Luc.
“Quit doing that!” She absolutely hated having control over her decisions wrested from her in their ‘we know what’s best’ highhanded manner. “I said I’d cooperate by returning to your home each day, but I won’t be dictated to as to my every move and decision.” Caitlin swayed as she pulled away from Luc, not sure if it was the alcohol or the strange trip up here that had her so disoriented. If she were honest with herself, she has been struggling to stay on her feet since Abby left, but these morons didn’t need to know that.
“Behave, Caitlin,” Luc admonished her lightly seeing the weariness and underlying fear of having her life suddenly turned upside down on her face.
“Or what?” She knew she was acting like a belligerent child, but she was too tired to care. Folding her arms across her chest, she stared unflinchingly at both of them.
“Or you might find yourself bent over for some much needed, bare-assed, old-fashioned discipline.”
The gleam in both of their eyes told her they’d love to do just that and the way her pussy creamed at the image their threat evoked, her body was once again betraying her in favor of what they were promising. Scoffing, she said, “You and what army?”
In a blur of movement, she found herself over Luc’s lap, Jon reaching under her to effortlessly unsnap and unzip her jeans. Cool air wafted across her bared ass as her jeans and panties were shoved down, and for one split second, she actually relished the sensations rushing through her before she started to struggle in anger and humiliation. “Oh, no you don’t! Let me up!”
Smiling, enjoying her struggles, Luc calmly lifted his leg over her kicking calves as Jon braced his hand between her shoulders, effectively pinning her down. They could smell her arousal, see it already in the glistening evidence coating her pink slit. “Don’t worry, Cat, you’ll like this,” he told her lightly as he ran his palm over the globes of her ass, loving the feel of her soft, firm but malleable flesh under his hand.
“Like hell I will. Stop that!” Even she had to admit that order came out as a weak token of resistance. “I don’t like being manhandled.”
Jon stooped down and lifted her dangling head with a finger under her chin. Smiling into her flushed face and snapping, aroused silver eyes, he stated, “We’re not manhandling you.” Dropping his hand from her chin, he coasted down her neck, over her tee shirt covered breasts before slipping under the thin cotton and cupping one unfettered, nipple pointing small mound. “See, you like what we’re doing. You’re nipple’s boring a hole in my palm as proof. We can also smell your arousal.”
“That’s just…” She stopped on a gasp when Luc slapped her right cheek then quickly followed up with a slap on the left. She had expected pain, but instead felt pinpricks of warmth and pleasure. She quit struggling, deciding her efforts would be futile against their strong hold, determination and her own growing arousal. Just like the last time they had been up here with her, she made a snap decision to see where this new experience would lead her, her body’s eager response to being restrained abetting her decision.
“Just what?” Luc asked as he smacked her again, this time a little harder, the ensuing blush on her buttock a little redder. “Erotic, exciting?” Another smack followed with a soft caress over her warm skin.
“Be quiet,” she muttered as she held her breath for the next swat, the slight pain from the last two having already dissipated, leaving behind a pleasurable response felt all the way down in her pussy.
Jon leaned over and whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I…oh!” she moaned as Luc slapped her much harder, this time the pain was sharper, lingered longer, but was soon forgotten when he ran one finger over her slit, barely entering her before pulling back and running his now damp finger up over her anus. “Oh, my God,” she moaned as the pleasure from that simple touch on such a sensitive, virgin area left her reeling with slowly escalating sensations.
“Now we know how to render her speechless,” Jon told Luc as he glanced across Caitlin’s pink cheeks. Damn, his girl had a fine ass, one that his cock was itching to explore.
Luc saw the look in his brother’s eyes and couldn’t agree more. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold back from taking her again, the next time both of them fucking her together. Raising his hand, he smacked her buttocks in a volley of short, sharp slaps, her soft cries and copious seeping juices signs of her surrender and pleasure.
Caitlin was quickly lost in a maelstrom of pain induced pleasure, humiliation warring with lust as her pussy spasmed with the growing need to come, Jon’s hand on her breasts, his fingers pulling on her distended nipples added to the storm rushing through her with alarming speed. Now she knew how Dorothy felt being caught up in a twister and blown away to a place she had never been before.
Jon used his other hand to raise her head again, this time to take her cries into his mouth. With her hands braced on the floor her only anchor, she leaned into his mouth, returned his kiss by meeting his tongue halfway as Luc laid lighter taps on the under curve of her ass and the top of her thighs, her skin there proving to be just as tender and sensitive as her buttocks. Warmth infused her ass, her buttocks throbbing from the stimulating abuse heaped upon them. Her nipples were throbbing in tune with her cheeks, the combination pleasure/pain spearing down to her aching, empty pussy.
Just when she was on the verge of pulling away from Jon’s marauding mouth, Luc ceased tormenting her ass and filled her pussy with two fingers in one deep stroke. Moaning at the delicious feeling of him rasping against the engorged, sensitive flesh of her inner walls, she nipped Jon’s lower lip before crying out as Luc coasted over her clit. “More,” she practically demanded, beyond caring how she sounded or that they had effectively turned the tables on her.
“Well, if you insist.” Luc pushed three fingers inside her slick sheath, deliberately mistaking her demand. When she didn’t balk, he fucked her slowly, barely touching her clit as he pulled back until she was writhing on his lap, her hips lifting for more. “What do you want, Caitlin?”
“More, please Luc, Jon, don’t keep me waiting any longer. I’m in pain here,” she whimpered, and she didn’t mean pain from her spanking.
Jon rose, releasing her breast to knead her reddened ass as Luc added a fourth finger and proceeded to finger fuck her pussy in earnest, stretching her almost but not quite as much as their cocks would. Making use of all his digits, he used his thumb to press on the enticing rosette between her buttocks, her sudden jerk followed by an uplifting of her ass telling him how much she liked that small touch.
Caitlin felt the small tremors heralding her impending climax as Jon’s hard hand squeezing her buttocks reignited the discomfort from her spanking. As Luc’s fingers connected with her clit, this time pushing and rubbing against that hypersensitive piece of flesh, she exploded in an agony of pleasure so intense it set the room spinning as fast as her out of control senses, making her forget everything except the pleasure.
Bobby locked the front door before wiping down the tables then grabbing the bag of trash to take out to the bin. Business had been booming lately, a lot of it due to the lingering Mardi Gras partying and now spring break, the rest to the popularity of the Down and Dirty. Caitlin had done an excellent job keeping up the bar’s reputation as one of the more respectable, classier places to spend an evening with friends and he couldn’t be happier being a part of its success. He had friends, a job he loved and now, a new interest in his personal life. All in all, life was going well, he thought as he lifted the lid to the bin and tossed the night’s trash inside before letting it slam shut. As he pulled open the door to return inside, he was thinking he’d do what Caitlin was probably doing, and meet up with his new lover to spend what