Page 27 of Hard Ride
“I have it in hand,” Lucas replies, and he’s being quite literal as his finger pushes into me yet again.
I shudder, another moan trying to break free. “N-no, I’m not.”
“No,” he agrees. “You’re not. So, keep quiet until I say, hmm?”
I shut my eyes, trying to concentrate on keeping quiet. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“That’s a good girl.” His voice is a purr in my ear. “And I don’t want you coming before I say. That will earn my displeasure, and you don’t want that.” Then, to emphasize his point, he adds another finger.
I try to swallow another moan as he fucks me with his fingers, knowing I can’t pull away. I can’t do anything but lie against him and take it, and it’s so good, a raw, aching pleasure, that makes my thinking processes fracture under the weight of it.
They’re still talking, but I don’t hear them. Every little movement of Lucas’s fingers is driving me insane. I so desperately want to come, except he told me not to, and all I can think about is how I want to please him. How I want to be his good girl. So I bite my lip bloody trying to hold back the orgasm, my body trembling uncontrollably.
“I don’t think she’s going to make it,” Tate observes from his armchair. “Little sub is too greedy.”
“Oh, I think she will,” Lucas says, pushing down on my clit with his thumb, even as his long fingers slide into my pussy. “You don’t want to be a bad girl for Daddy, do you, sub?”
I’m panting, I can’t help it. “N-no, no,” I babble. “No, Daddy.”
Tate pushes himself out of his armchair, strolling over to where Lucas and I are sitting. He stops before the chair and folds his arms across his broad chest, green eyes clinical as he looks down at me. But I can see his cock pushing against the zipper of his pants. He’s not as immune as he looks, and for some reason, knowing that makes me relax a little. I don’t want to be the only one affected by this.
“She is a bad girl, though,” Tate says in a hard voice. “She ran away from me. She ran away fromus.And I don’t think we can let that slide, can we, Luc?”
“No,” Lucas says, nuzzling against my ear. “I don’t think we can.” He takes his fingers from between my thighs and then lifts them to my lips, pushing them into my mouth, making me taste myself along with the salt of his skin.
I give another helpless whimper.
“It’s a shame we have to punish you, because I love a soaking wet pussy,” he says. “But as Tate says, you need to be taught a lesson, little girl.” He takes his hand away and releases my hair, and as he does so, Tate reaches for me, pulling me upright in Lucas’s lap. Lucas’s hands are moving beneath me, a belt buckle being undone, a zipper coming down. Oh God. I know what’s going to happen next. He’s going to fuck me in front of Tate.
Nervous anticipation winds tighter inside me, along with a wild heat that makes me panic. Not about the awful feelings, though. I’m panicking because I’m not going to be able to hold back the orgasm. The moment he slides inside me, I’m going to come, and then I’ll be punished. I have no idea what thepunishment will be, but it might be like that slap Tate gave me before, and I don’t want that.
I’m already panting and trembling by the time I hear the crinkle of a foil packet, the shivers getting worse.
“You already got an orgasm out there in the hallway,” Tate says. “Fantasizing about coming all over his cock. So now it’s his turn. If you come before him, you’re going to have to deal with me.”
I want to say no, to say stop, because I’m not going to be able to hold back the climax I can sense just out of reach. “I…c-can’t,” I stutter hoarsely. “I’m not going to?—”
“Be quiet,” Tate orders. “You can say your safe word, but that’s the only thing I want to hear from you.” He leans down, his hard, green eyes inches from mine. “Unless you want to tell me just what the hell you’re so afraid of.”
Except I can’t think with him looking at me like that, and I certainly don’t want to tell him anything, so I stare back, giving a slight shake of my head.
“Stubborn, girl,” Tate murmurs. “Show her what bratty subs get, Luc.”
Lucas grips my hips, holding me in place as he leans forward. “I want you to keep, very, very still, little sub,” he purrs, his voice soft and warm as liquid honey. “Because I’ve been thinking about this pussy for the past ten years, and it’s my turn. So, I don’t want you sneaking in another orgasm before I’m ready to give you one, hmm?”
I’m quivering with anticipation, my breath stuck in my throat. I can’t speak, yet from somewhere I dredge up the words he wants to hear. “Y-yes Daddy.”
Then, before I can say anything else, I feel the push of his cock against my slippery, throbbing flesh. A cry is torn from my throat as my pussy stretches around him. He’s sliding deep inside me, and he’s big, and I had so many fantasies about himdoing just this, and it feels so good I can’t stand it. The way he was touching me just before had me already on the edge of coming as it was, and no amount of fighting is going to stop the orgasm that rolls over me now, relentless as a freight train.
“Bad girl,” Lucas says roughly, his fingers gripping tight to my hips as I pulse helplessly around him, shuddering and shaking. “I expressly told you not to come.”
But there’s nothing I can do but cry out as pleasure explodes through my entire body. And then Tate grips my jaw, leaving me with no choice but to look at him, and before I can fully process what’s happening, he leans forward and covers my mouth with his.
It’s a raw, hungry kiss, just like the kisses he used to give years ago. Hot, insistent, demanding. His tongue is in my mouth, exploring, and I can taste the clean, alcoholic flavor of the vodka he’s been drinking, and my head spins.
I’m full of disappointment at myself for not being able to hold back, for not being able to resist the pleasure, and disobeying them. Now, I’ll be punished.
Tate lifts his head just as I’m leaning helplessly into him, wanting more of that kiss. “Disobedient sub,” he says, his stare fierce. “Showing me up like in front of Master Lucas. Well, I told you that if you disobeyed, you’d have to deal with me.”
