Deviant Surprises By rubicon_queen

Pen Name: rubicon_queen
Story Title: Deviant Surprises
Word Count: 7,210
Beta: RaindropSoup
Rating: R18+

Deviant Surprises

Sitting back on my knees, I tried to steady my breathing and calm my nerves. I felt like every nerve in my body was on fire. My naked flesh prickling from the cool air, the hard wood beneath my knees, the silence only broken by my own harsh breaths- all served to only fuel my anticipation.

A stray hair had fallen loose from the ponytail at the top of my head, tickling the side of my face, but I didn’t dare move to fix it. My mind began to wander as I lost track of time. It could have been minutes or hours, I had no way of knowing how long I had been waiting.

The waiting was not new to me. Hell, it was something he made me do often and well. He loved to
draw out the anticipation. It wasn’t all about the gratification, like it had been for some; it was about the mindset, the control, and really, my trust.

He had worked long and hard to gain my complete trust. I had naively trusted before and been burned, badly. But I knew what I craved, and after picking myself back up, I set out again to find someone worthy of me and my trust. I had been obsessive in the beginning, requiring background checks, drug tests, references, and a million pages of paperwork before I would even consider a test scene.

Then he walked through the door, and I was tempted to throw complete caution to the wind and lay before his feet, a sacrificed offering. Paul Miller was the epitome of my dream man. He towered over me by nearly a foot. With sun-kissed skin and short cropped black hair, he was ‘tall dark and handsome’. His blue-green eyes sparkled with mischief except when he was angered, but even then, the sharp glint of frustration was beautiful on him. He was perfect. He didn’t scoff or question my requirements before our first scene, like some of the others had done.

His patience was an interesting thing. He was unwavering in his understanding for my need to go slow and build up my trust in him, but he accepted no defiance. He was quick to reprimand me, never letting even the slightest misconduct slide. It was exactly what I needed.

Our time together built every month, from just a few hours once a week, to overnight activities, merging into entire weekends, and eventually we were together almost every day. Without even realizing it was happening, I had fallen in love with him.

That had not been part of our agreement. We had our “on” time, but he also insisted on “off” time where we could simply talk and spend time together. As much as I adored our playtime, it was during the down time that I had seen the man he truly was and fallen head over heels.

Once the realization had sunk in, I was suddenly thrust back into my awkward nervousness, scared of what would happen when he figured it out. I didn’t want our time together to end. I was so sure that if he knew, he would end things. I was sure he would be kind about it, too. And that almost made it worse.

As my Master in every way, Paul had sensed my nervousness immediately and called me out on it, but
I still couldn’t tell him what was bothering me. I was even willing to take the punishment for willing defiance, but he had taken me completely by surprise when he ended the scene and took off my collar, leading me downstairs to the kitchen. I was nearly in tears when he sat me at the table.

He himself had seemed stressed and nervous as he paced the floor in front of me. Eventually, he stopped and kneeled before me, causing me to gasp at his actions. The action was a symbol of submission that I never thought I would see from him.

“I guess you finally realized,” he said softly, not meeting my eyes.

I struggled for words, but nothing seemed to come out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t want you want. I didn’t set out thinking that this would happen, but it did. You have taken over my heart so completely, and I can’t change that.”

My mind was reeling at his words, trying to understand what he was talking about. His hands grasped my own and he gently stroked the backs of my fingers.

“I want a chance. Please. Could you find it in you to give me a chance to earn your love?” he asked, tilting my chin so that I looked him in the eyes.

“You… but I… how?” I stuttered out.

“I love you, Bella. I am so in love with you. And call me selfish, but I want you to love me in return,” he said.

Tears burst forth from my eyes and he automatically wrapped me up in his arms, holding me tightly. He ran his hands through my hair and over my shoulders, trying to soothe me.

When my hiccups finally subsided enough so that I could speak, I finally rasped out the words.

“I love you too, Paul! So much! That’s why I was so on edge. I thought you would figure it out and… and end things. You always seem to know what I’m thinking and I just started panicking,” I said, rambling.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he said with a sigh. “I should have told you a long time ago.”

Things were amazing after that. There was an added element in every scene; an underlying love was ever- present in everything we did. I had a fleeting concern that his love would make him more lenient with me, but he remained stoic in his demands. Our down time flourished and our lovemaking increased outside of the playroom, as well.

My trust in him was a nonissue. I had put my complete faith in him and he had never let me down.

Eventually we reworked out limits together and I found myself expanding my horizons once again, giving him free reign to work with. Outside of my absolute hard limits, he could do whatever he desired. He always kept me in the forefront of his thoughts, and I knew he would never push me too far.

The sound of muffled footsteps broke me out of my reverie and I found myself relaxing into my role. Just knowing he was near calmed me and centered me. The door clicked open and a small gust of air brushed past me. I could feel my posture was perfect and waited for him to come and circle me as he usually did for inspection. The seconds ticked by, but I refused to give in to the confusion that fluttered in my stomach. Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps moving across the floor, but they were not the footsteps I was waiting for. These were the steps of a woman. Her high heeled shoes clacked loudly on the floor, echoing in the quiet room.

I was itching to glance up and see who was in our room, but kept my head down. It wouldn’t be the first time he had invited someone to watch us. We had attended play parties in the past; he loved to show me off. I loved the excitement of the exhibitionism; feeling the burn of eyes on me as my body was worked over thrilled me.

I could vaguely see, out of my peripheral vision, that the woman was stepping out of her shoes and
dropping her dress to the floor. She must have been folding it up and setting it aside, and then she returned and dropped to her knees in a perfect position just a few feet away from me.

Questions buzzed around my head, but I pushed the thoughts away and waited for my Master. Another
set of footsteps echoed across the room, and even though these were masculine, they did not belong to my Master, either. The black Italian leather shoes stopped momentarily in front of me and a hand reached down to tuck the stray hair behind my ear.

“Perfect,” was whispered just softly enough for me to hear, before the shoes moved on to the woman
next to me. I was sorely tempted to look and see who they were, but remained where I was. Finally, the footsteps I knew so well entered the space and the door clicked close. Paul came to me immediately and rested his palm on the top of my head.

“Color?” he asked lowly, and I knew that my answer would determine his plans for the evening.

“Green, Master,” I answered without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he replied, before retreating to the wall directly in front of me.

He sat down on the long black leather couch, and the other man joined him. I kept my eyes averted as they spoke in hushed tones. Eventually he leaned forward to take off his boots, and our guest followed his lead. I vaguely heard the ruffling of clothing and then the softer steps of bare feet as I was circled once again.

“We’re going to be doing something different tonight, Pet,” my Master began. “I want you to address our guest as Sir. You will show him the same respect you show me. Any command he gives, you will consider as a command given by me.”

The gruff tenor of his words had me quivering with excitement. We had discussed the idea of playing with others before, but he had never acted on it. I was thrilled as much as I was nervous. He knew that I had never played with another woman, but it was something I wanted to try. Through my daily journaling, he also knew that I secretly wished for there to be two of him. To have two men taking me at the same time was one of my deeper fantasies. I was equal parts thrilled and nervous.

Two different hands stroked down my shoulders; one warm and calloused, one smooth and cooler. I
shivered involuntarily as two deep chuckles sounded.

“Eager, isn’t she?” the other man asked, and I suddenly recognized the voice.

A mental picture flashed through my mind and I recalled broad shoulders, thick dark hair, bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. I suddenly realized who the woman was and pictured her long honey colored hair and hazel eyes, her abundant curves and big pouty lips. Carlisle Cullen and his submissive Heidi Williams were good friends of ours and another D/s couple; I was beyond delighted at the pair my Master had chosen to join us.

The tell-tale scent of sulfur hit me and I knew they were striking matches to light some of the candles in the room. A few moments later, my Master approached me again.

“On your hands and knees.” I dropped to my hands immediately. “Crawl to the cross.” I did as he
commanded and waited patiently for his next instructions.

I could hear him moving around and removing objects from the drawers of the cabinet in the corner. He took his time choosing his tools before joining me.

“Stand. Face the cross, arms up,” he commanded.

I fell into my role and nearly forgot that we were not alone until a second set of hands moved to lock my wrists into the cuffs. When they finished my knees were nudged apart by a thick leg between them. I was spread further than normal, but quickly found my balance. More shuffling sounded behind me before I felt the quick sting of a palm against my ass. A quick succession of spanks landed, warming my cheeks and prepped me for what I could only hope was coming.

I moaned out loud at the impact, nearly bucking my hips back, desperate for more. The slight pain
immediately turned into a throbbing pleasure; goose bumps broke out over my flesh, with arousal pooling between my thighs.

When my Master deemed me ready, I heard the distinct rustle of one of my favorite whips. The leather strands teased my shoulders and back as he dragged it across my skin. I was losing myself to the sensations when I felt someone position themselves underneath me, between my legs. Heavy moist breaths pulsed against my leg and soft dainty fingers grasped my thighs.

“Lick her pussy like the little slut that you are. If you stop before I tell you to, you won’t like the consequences. But I don’t think we need to worry about that, do you? You’ve been dying to taste her, haven’t you?” Carlisle’s voice was sharp but not unkind. His questions were rhetorical, so she did not answer her Master, but I could sense the increase in her breathing.

“You will not cum until I say so. Make all the noise you want, I want them to hear how much you are enjoying this,” my own Master instructed and suddenly a warm wet mouth latched onto my pussy.

I cried out at the sudden pleasure and screamed again as the whip cracked against my backside.

Her tongue was soft, so soft. It was very different from the mouth I was used to. Instead of the delectable scratch of a scruff-covered face, I was treated to silky smooth lips and a dainty tongue that knew exactly where to hit. The realization that another woman was tasting me nearly sent me into my orgasm, but I quickly fought it down, trying to focus on the stinging licks of the whip instead. The combination of pain and pleasure had me dripping wet.

As she tasted my arousal, I felt, more than heard, her groan of approval before she doubled her efforts and thrust her tongue deep inside me, trying to get every drop.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I began chanting under my breath.

“God has no place in this room, my Pet,” my Master teased, moving the whip further down my thighs.

My legs began to shake as I drew closer to my peak. Her tongue and lips moving on to my clit where she alternated between swirling her tongue against it and sucking it into her mouth. Then her teeth came into play. Heidi nipped at my clit softly and wrapped her lips around me, humming, and the vibrations nearly did me in.

“Please,” I began begging. “Please let me come, Master. Please, so close.”

“Not yet,” he ordered.

Thankfully, his quick demand helped me push back against the sensations and I began reciting his
command in my head, trying to focus on anything but the pleasure I was receiving.

“Look at the juices dribbling down her chin,” I heard Carlisle say, and I was drawn back into the moment.

My mind immediately conjured up images of what she must look like underneath me, stroking and tasting my pussy.

“Give me a taste,” he commanded her.

Suddenly two dainty fingers were circling my lips before she thrust them inside. I clenched down
automatically, loving the feeling of something, anything, inside me. She pumped her fingers in and out a few times, and I whimpered at the loss when she pulled out.

I was unable to turn my head to look, but I could still hear the groan as he tasted her fingers, licking my essence from her digits. My Master had ceased his ministrations, and I was nearly vibrating with my arousal and had to keep myself from squirming and searching out any sort of friction. Suddenly, her lips were attached to my dripping folds once again.

“Oh, fuck. So good,” I mumbled.

Paul’s warm hand trailed down my spine and he began to tease me as well. He dipped a single finger
down to my wetness and gathered up the moisture he found. His finger moved to my ass where he pressed softly against the entrance. I groaned aloud as he slipped inside, pumping his finger in and out before adding another.

The tongue beneath me began to swirl a faster rhythm against my clit and I couldn’t keep my hips from bucking against her face.

“Please, Master,” I groaned, desperate at this point.

He must have sensed my urgency because he moved his lips to my ear.

“Come for me, Pet. Come all over her face. I want to see her face soaked from your orgasm. Cum now!” he ordered.

I fell apart at his words and rode out my orgasm, barely noticing when he withdrew his fingers and the woman moved from beneath me. I fell slack against the cross, hearing only my harsh breaths and the blood rushing through my veins.

I was released from the cuffs and barely managed to find my footing. I was led to the pillow near the bed and immediately dropped to my knees.

“Good girl. Rest for a moment while I get some things to clean you up,” he said softly.

He was back almost immediately, wiping me down with a cool rag and offering me sips of water. He
rubbed some lotion into my throbbing backside before checking out my wrists and asking if I was okay to continue.

“Green, Master,” I said with a smile.

His answering smirk had me ready for whatever he had planned next.

“Good. Crawl back to the center of the room. I want you right next to the other little slut,” he directed.

I moved immediately, dropping into position a few feet from the woman next to me. Two sets of feet
appeared in front of us. One set a warm suntanned bronze, and the other a paler white. I was momentarily surprised when the paler feet stopped in front of me, but a surge of excitement rushed through me, canceling out my initial shock.

“Suck my cock,” was his gruff command. I heard a similar command come from next to me.

I quickly moved to unclasp his belt and drew his pants down his legs. He was commando underneath. My breath hitched at my discovery. I salivated at the sight of his thick throbbing erection springing free in front of my face. I licked my lips and watched it pulse in return. I didn’t bother to use my hands; I simply sank my mouth down over his cock, reveling in the muttered curses that fell from his mouth.

His cock was different from Paul’s; not any less impressive, but different nonetheless. Where my Master was long and thick, Carlisle’s was slightly shorter, but held more girth. It stretched my lips and I had to work my tongue harder around it to tease the underside of the head. One of his hands wrapped around the hair from my ponytail while the other grasped the backside of my head. I quickly ceased my movements as he began to fuck my mouth. He pulled tightly on my hair, making my scalp tingle. I moaned at the sensation and opened my throat wider as he thrust his hips forward.

He settled into a furious pace, and all I could do was try to suck down on each withdrawal. He was
grunting and moaning as he pumped in and out, and I could feel him twitching as he drew close to his climax.

“Take it all,” he groaned out. “Swallow every drop.”

He suddenly froze, holding my face flush with his abdomen, his cock at the back of my throat. Hot spurts rained down my throat and I swallowed it down greedily. His flavor was different than my Master’s as well; not as sweet and a bit more salty than I was used to, but still delicious. His hands released my head and softly traced my cheeks as he pulled back slightly. I licked him clean before he pulled out with a pop.

“Jesus.” I heard him mutter under his breath as he staggered off toward the bathroom.

I immediately fell back into my waiting position, hearing the sounds of my Master still being sucked off. His quick order had me jumping to obey.

“Come join her, I want you both to finish me off.”

For the first time that evening, I was able to look her in the eyes, and I was grateful to see only arousal and happiness shining in them. A small doubt in the back of my mind had me worried at her reaction, but my fears were unfounded.

We each took a place on either side of his cock and went to work; our tongues snaking out to lick and taste him.

“God, that’s fucking gorgeous. Show her how I like it, Pet,” he said, panting.

I sank my mouth over his length, taking him all the way back in my throat.

His hand landed on top of my head, but it merely rested there, rather than trying to lead me. I brought one of my hands up to cup and tug at his balls and was rewarded with a rough groan. I pulled back and moved slightly to let her join me once again. I ducked my head to the underside of his cock and flicked my tongue out to tease him. I moved back up and began sucking on the tip. I was startled for a moment when a tongue reached my lips, but I quickly opened my mouth wider, taking in more of my Master’s erection as well as her tongue. I groaned at the feeling of her tongue inside my mouth at the same time as his cock. The sensations were amazing. I could still taste traces of my own arousal on her and sucked her tongue into my mouth.

Soon we were kissing. I wasn’t sure how it even happened, but I found myself furiously kissing her with my Master’s cock between our mouths. I was so turned on I thought I would explode. I heard grunting from the side and a quick dart of my eyes revealed Carlisle stroking himself as he sat on the couch watching us. I tried to imagine what we must look like. I moaned loudly at the image my mind conjured up and suddenly my Master shifted, bringing his entire cock into my mouth where he pumped quickly a few times before pulling back.

“Open your mouths,” he commanded quickly.

I settled my head next to hers and opened my mouth wide, watching my master pump his cock with his
fist. He groaned and suddenly thick white spurts of his cum shot out and splattered across our faces. I tried to catch as much as I could on my tongue. Some splashed across my cheek, a bit landing on my nose.

When he was done, he smiled broadly. “Go together and clean up in the bathroom. I want you both back out here in ten minutes.”

We jumped up to do as he said and nearly ran to the bathroom. The brighter lights had us both blinking quickly to adjust from the dim lighting of the playroom.

“Hi!” Heidi whispered quickly and happily.

“Hi!” I whispered back with a wide grin.

We both knew better than to stall with small talk and I think we were both eager to get back out there. We helped clean each other’s faces and I pulled out a bottle of water for each of us from the small fridge under the sink. We drank greedily before using the toilet. I fixed my ponytail and we left the bathroom together, quickly returning to out waiting spots in the middle of the room.

“Don’t get too comfortable there,” my Master said, approaching us.

“Move up to the bed, both of you. I want you to taste each other. That is something you both want, is it not?” Carlisle asked. “You may answer.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered.

“Yes, Sir.” I said, at the same time.

“Good, get on up there then.”

We scrambled at once, landing on the bed together and only taking a split second to decide how to
proceed. With one last glance at my Master, seeing the obvious lust in his gaze, I crouched over the woman before me, aligning my face with her bare pussy. I paused for a moment, waiting for the
command to continue before doing anything. I didn’t dare do something without permission; I had no
desire for punishment this evening.

“You may only come after you have made her come first, my Pet,” my Master said. “I hope you enjoy
this as much as I know I will.”

That was my cue. I began immediately, nudging my nose down the smooth skin of her navel to the apex of her legs. Her scent was musky, much like my own. My tongue darted out hesitantly, tasting, at first. I was right on my first thought- that she would taste similar to me. She was a little salty with a hint of sweetness. I quickly decided that her flavor was something I liked. I lavished my tongue over her clit, down to her center, dipping it inside and gathering more of her essence.

At the same time, Heidi’s tongue was once again teasing me. She hummed in approval when I pressed the tip of my tongue against her clit, working it quickly in a rhythm that I knew I enjoyed, and the vibrations against my own clit made egged me on. I used my teeth to nibble gently and she grunted against my mound.

I glanced up for a moment and found my Master and our friend watching us from the edge of the bed.
They stood together, seeming almost impassive, except for the way they palmed their cocks as they
watched.

The exhibitionist in me thrived on the attention, and I increased my efforts. I traced my tongue down over and around her pussy, hitting every spot that I knew felt amazing on me. I could feel my legs beginning to tremble as I held myself above her on my hands and knees, and I was thankful when her hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me down harder onto her face. My body rested heavily on hers, but the weight didn’t seem to bother her.

Feeling a feminine body underneath my own was incredibly erotic. Her nipples pebbled and rubbed
against my abdomen and her soft, supple skin was a welcome contrast to the hard rough planes of my
Master’s body.

I tugged her thighs open further to give myself more access.

Each lick, swirl, and bite pushed me closer to the edge, and soon I was a panting mess all over again. I was literally dripping into her mouth as she fed. I groaned and hummed against her clit, hoping the vibrations would push her into her orgasm. When her legs shook and her muscles tightened, I knew I had succeeded. She came in a rush, locking her thighs against my head. I kept my tongue moving over her as she released a gush of fluid. I lapped it up as quickly as it came, savoring the sweeter flavor.

As soon as Heidi came down from her high, she redoubled her efforts on me, working her tongue into a frenzy against my clit, before biting down, hard. The stinging pain set me off at once, and I cried out as my muscles clenched.

My head was yanked up by my hair, and my Master pressed his lips to mine harshly, pressing his tongue into my mouth as he devoured me. I yielded to him completely, letting him dominate the kiss. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark and hooded.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he growled. Then with a nod to his left, he moved my body and centered me on the bed, leaving me on my knees.

“Arms out,” he commanded.

I obeyed immediately as both the men came at me with lengths of rope. My arms were quickly bound and then they wove the rope around shoulders and underneath my breasts before circling them. The rope dug into my skin slightly and the pinch of pain kept me focused. My adrenaline was pumping and I could feel my pussy throbbing for attention, still.

Soon, my arms and torso were bound in a complicated pattern of rope. They moved to my legs next,
pinching and caressing as they tied my ankles up to the backs of my thighs. They tested the tightness of the ropes and once they were satisfied, I was met with twin predatory smiles. A shiver ran through me and I did my best not to fidget as they stared me down.

Finally, they moved towards me. A darkly heated look crossed Paul’s face before he ducked to my breasts where he found my aching nipples and began to suck and tease them. Carlisle licked his lips and reached around to hold the back of my head as he captured my lips. His kiss was different than my Master’s; his lips slightly thinner and his face missing the scruff that I was so accustomed to. I melted into his kiss, enjoying the feeling of two sets of lips on my body at once.

I nearly jumped when another set of hands traced down my back. Soft, feminine fingers danced down my spine before palming my ass. Her hands spread my cheeks and then a lubed finger began to trace around my ass. I relaxed into Heidi’s touch as she pressed forward and her finger sank inside me. I groaned out loud, breaking the kiss, but he simply moved on to my neck, biting and licking as he trailed down the column of my throat. My Master continued to bite and tease my breasts, his mouth and hand working in tandem.

The sensations were nearly overwhelming. That many hands and mouths on me at once created a heady
cocktail of lust that doubled and redoubled with each touch.

A second and then a third finger began to pump in and out of me before she pulled out completely. Before I had a chance to complain, I felt the cool plastic of a plug being pressed into me. She worked the plug in and out of the tight hole, stretching me for what I could only hope would happen.

My hands itched to grab onto something, but bound as I was, I couldn’t move. A light sheen of sweat had broken out over my body, and I could feel the tightening of my muscles as I was lavished with their attention.

After a last few nips to my breasts, my Master sat up and pressed his lips to mine once before he rose to his feet and walked to the side of the room. He pressed a few buttons on the wall and the chains hung from the ceiling dropped down. He moved quickly, repositioning things how he wanted. Carlisle moved to help him and I was left with only Heidi, still teasing my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation, but I was too keyed up to relax.

“Color?” my Master barked out, his voice loud in the quiet room.

“Green, Master.”

“Good girl. In any other situation, I would not allow you to cum without permission, but I know this will be different. You will hold out as long as you can, and you will ask me to let you cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied quickly.

The plug was pulled out and I felt Heidi climb off the bed. Paul and Carlisle moved together, hoisting me off the bed easily and setting me on the moveable ramp underneath the chains. A hand pushed me forward, so that my head bowed, while they attached the suspension system to the ropes coiled around me. The slack in the chains tightened slowly, lifting my body into the air as they rose.

Suddenly, I was weightless, hanging in the air, completely at their mercy; and I loved it.

The ramp was moved quickly, and my eyes automatically darted to the ground, needing to sense how high I hung. I was only a few feet off the ground, the perfect height for my Master to access any part of my body he wished. I could already feel the strain in my muscles from the suspension, but I relished in the feeling, my body aching for release once again.

Carlisle’s lithe body moved into view, but I kept my gaze at his feet.

“Do you want my cock, little girl?” he asked, and I knew that he did not mean it to be a rhetorical question.

“Yes, Sir,” I practically groaned.

“Good. Open that pretty little mouth,” he commanded.

I did as he asked, licking my lips in anticipation. His hand darted out, grasping my jaw. His fingers dug into the soft skin almost painfully.

“Open wider!” he barked again, coaxing my jaw open.

His cock was shoved into my mouth before I could take a breath and I choked slightly, but he didn’t back off. I breathed through my nose quickly, relaxing my throat, and let him fuck my mouth, his grunts echoing around the room.

“Do you like that, Pet?” my Master asked lowly, his mouth just inches from my ear.

I grunted my approval as Carlisle thrust his hips harder against my face, burying my nose against his pelvis. He pulled out suddenly, stopping himself before he could cum. My Master moved behind me, trailing his hands over the ropes until his hands rested on my ass cheeks. He tested the suspension one last time before stepping between my legs.

I could feel the heat emanating from his cock as he settled himself against me. I fought the urge to grind back on his cock as it twitched against me. His hand snaked down to position himself at my entrance, while his other hand found my hip. He pushed forward with one quick thrust, impaling me on his cock. I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

My eyes flew open and landed on Carlisle, who was grinning widely. He stepped forward, grasping my shoulders to stop my swinging momentum as Paul pounded into me. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him if I had wanted to. Panting and gasping as I was fucked from behind, my eyes remained glued to Carlisle’s.

I was taken off guard when my Master pulled out suddenly, the shock shaking me out of my trance. The pulleys moved again, lifting my shoulders slightly higher; I tried to adjust my weight, but I was too far off balance to do much. Carlisle and my Master returned to me quickly, steadying my body and holding me up more than the chains actually were.

With Carlisle in front of me and Paul behind me, I was sandwiched wonderfully between them. My pussy was throbbing and dripping in anticipation as the two hard bodies pressed against me.

“Spread your legs wider,” Carlisle ordered roughly.

I did as he asked, as best as I could from my bound position. His hands spread down to grasp the insides of my thighs pulling my legs wider before he settled his cock at my entrance. He and my Master lifted me slightly, giving him better access before I was dropped back down, impaled on his cock. I cried out loudly as he filled me, nearly shaking at the feeling.

“So fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea what you look like, little girl?” he asked.

I didn’t answer, too busy trying to steady myself as his hips bucked a fast, hard rhythm. The extra girth of his cock stretched me in a way I wasn’t used to, and I was quickly panting from the sheer effort of remaining upright. My Master’s hands snaked around my shoulders to knead my breasts and pinch and pull at my nipples. I could feel his hard cock nestle in between my ass cheeks as he moved in tempo with
us.

“Please, Master,” I cried out.

“Please what, Pet? Surely you can’t be ready to come yet! Do you want more? Is that it?” he asked.

I nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill my ass.

“Greedy little girl,” he chastised.

I worried for a moment that he would not continue, but quickly breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the click of the cap on the bottle of lube. My focus was drawn back to the man before me as he pulled my shoulders forward until my chest rested against his. He chuckled quietly and whispered into my hair.

“You are in for a real treat; having me fuck your pussy, while your own Master fucks your ass. You are such a naughty little girl. I know you are going to love this.”

I groaned and tried to focus on the cock that was pounding into me, hitting deep inside. His thrusts were hard and sure; he knew exactly what he was doing. He slid in and out of my folds easily; my pussy slick from arousal. I tightened my walls purposefully, gripping him tighter as he pulled out, earning a rumbling groan from his chest.

His thrusts slowed until he almost stilled completely and I felt my Master rub more lube around my ass, prepping me further. Two sets of hands held my hips still as my Master lined up against my ass and pushed into me.

“Oh, oh, oh! Christ. Shit, fuck!” I cried out as he sank into me completely.

My body convulsed as he embedded himself in me, his own breaths low and shallow in my ear as he
held me back flush against his chest. They did not move for a moment, and I fought off the orgasm that threatened to break free at the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

Even in playtime with toys, my Master had filled both holes, but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to being sandwiched between to live men, filling me so completely.

“Please,” I whispered hoarsely.

I needed them to move, had to feel them move in and out of me. And they did. Slowly, one began to thrust in, while the other pulled out, working themselves into an easy rhythm. I could feel their cocks meeting, separated only by the thin wall inside me, each of them hitting just the right spot as they fucked me in tandem.

“Oh, god. Feels so good,” I panted out.

“You love this, don’t you, Pet?” my Master asked.

“Yes! God, yes. More, please, Master, Sir! Please!” I cried.

They obliged happily, quickly upping their pace and pounding into me furiously. The only sounds in the room were our heavy labored breaths and the slap of skin against skin. I felt a finger under my chin, and lifted my head only to have my lips captured in a passionate kiss. His tongue thrust in and out of my mouth in almost the exact time of his cock pounding in and out of my pussy. I groaned into his mouth and then felt my Master’s lips on the back of neck.

I craned my neck as far as it would go, to give my Master access to my lips as well. The hard thrusts made it hard to keep it up, and soon I dropped my head again as I lost myself to the sensations they were creating.

I could feel the tingling build in my stomach and fought to hold it off as the men continued to ravage my body, but it was no use. I was going to cum, and quickly.

“Master, please! I can’t, I can’t… I’m going to cum, please Master, may I cum?” I begged frantically.

“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming his hips against my ass, pushing his cock into me with a force that nearly knocked me over. “Cum, Pet; as many times as you can.”

I nearly cried with relief as I spasmed around them. Their pace faltered as my walls tightened and I rode out one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Paul let out a roar, whether in pain or pleasure I couldn’t be sure, but he plunged into me harder than before, quickly thrusting and withdrawing as my body shook with tremors. Carlisle grunted his own approval and dug his fingers tighter into my hips, where I was bound to find bruises tomorrow. His pelvis brushed against my clit at every pass, making me spasm in their arms; my entire body made up of raw nerves, simply electric as the two men worked me over.

“God damn it!” Carlisle hissed, panting as a light sheen of sweat broke out across his body.

His chest glided across my own, rubbing deliciously against my bound breasts. I moaned loudly when Paul’s hand reached around to pinch one of my nipples. I felt the tell-tale tingle building in my stomach once again and twirled my wrists so that I could grasp the ropes that held my arms, needing to hold on to something as another orgasm hurdled forward.

My Master sensed my needs, as he always did, and just before I crested my peak, he brought his
mouth down to the crook of my neck, biting into my shoulder. The sting of his teeth against my flesh redoubled my orgasm. My mouth fell open in a silent scream; the force of it rendering my vocal chords unresponsive. They continued to thrust in and out of me, dragging out my orgasm. It seemed to never end; my entire body was lost to the pleasure, and I gave over willingly.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Carlisle ground out through his clenched teeth, pulling my focus back to the men I was sandwiched between.

I groaned at his words and felt him stiffen as he pumped into me a few more times before reaching his own release. He held tightly to me, keeping me upright as my Master continued to thrust into my ass, desperate for his own satisfaction.

“So fucking good, Pet,” he said, panting. “Such a dirty little slut you are. Fucking… love it. One last… time, baby. Cum for me… Cum while I fuck your ass.”

His desperation and dirty words pushed me to the edge once more, and I exploded when Carlisle snaked a hand down to my clit and pinched it sharply. Paul roared out behind me, shooting into my ass, before slumping against me.

The two men held me tightly while we tried to catch our breath, before finally they pulled out me, making me groan at the loss. The untied me quickly, working together to release me from my bonds. After Paul bathed me and lathered me in lotion, Heidi and I straightened up the playroom before we went to find out men.

She grasped my hand as we descended the stairs, finding Paul and Carlisle lounging on the couch in the living room. I smiled at her as we both dropped to our knees before our dominants.

“I am so proud of you,” Paul whispered to me before he unclasped my collar. “Is there anything you want to talk about with that scene?”

I felt the deviant grin spread across my face as I answered. “Just one question… When can we do it again?”

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Cowboy, Take Me Away By: CareMarie

Author: CareMarie
Story: Cowboy, Take Me Away
V-Rating: LS18+
Word Count: 3616
Beta: Jacob's Latina Babe
Pairing: Embry & Bella


**THIS STORY IS NOT OPEN FOR JUDGES CHOICE.** 

I sighed looking out over the pastures. They held tears, kisses, sweat, and most of all, broken promises. I remember the very day I saw this pasture, and the promises that came with it. But now, well, there are no more promises, only heartache.

I didn't regret my decision to buy this ranch. I enjoyed the work that came with it, and the friends that helped keep it running.

I smiled as I thought of the people who had kept my head above water, and my ass in a home. Jake, well he's like an older brother to me, always in a good mood, and willing to work. I always gave him crap for his dimples that were always present on his face.

Paul is my hot tempered, always gonna tell ya what's on my mind even if you don’t like it, friend. He enjoyed working on the ranch because it gave him muscles, the muscles led to the girls that paraded themselves in and right back out of the bunk house.

Quil was the quiet one of the bunch. We all grew up together, and weren't very welcoming to anyone to tried to join our group. Girls loved the guys, and hated me, because I was always with the guys.

Yeah, I was the hot bitch that hung out with ‘em, and had them wrapped around my little finger. Of course, there was one that was even more so.

Embry…

I felt a tear slide down my cheek at the name of my lost love. This ranch was all his idea, his goal, his dream. It took us forever to find a ranch he liked, but once he saw this one, it was like love at first site.

That same day we went to the bank and filled out the paper work. Within a month, we owned a ranch and moved all the horses and cattle over from his dads’ small farm.


Everything was going great, or so I thought. We hired all of our friends and built small houses on the property for them to live in. We hired Leah as our vet, who quickly fell in love with Jake. Leah and I took care of the guys, always keeping up on feeding them and laundry. In some ways, it was like we were raising teenage boys on the ranch.


Almost a year after we bought the ranch, things started going downhill. Embry started pulling away from me, acting cold and never wanting to be at the ranch.


Then I woke up one morning to an empty, cold bed. I slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen,
opening windows as I went. It was gonna be a hot day for the spring, but wasn't gonna be hot enough for the air conditioner quite yet.


My bare feet hit the cool wooden floor in the kitchen and I smiled at the coolness. I was very glad we decided to take the nasty ass carpet out of here and replace it with the wood floor. Whoever would want carpet in their kitchen, well I'm pretty fucking sure they were dropped a few times as a child.


I saw no sign of Embry and figured he was out doing chores, so I went on with my morning routine; getting food out for breakfast to feed the guys and Leah, going back upstairs to change into my worn in blue jeans and a tank top, and finally making my way back downstairs to start cooking.


I had just pulled the food off the stove when my screen door made a loud banging noise.


“In here!” I yelled, knowing full well everyone would know where I was. I heard them all shuffle
inside, and finally turned around when no one said anything.


Paul and Jake looked like they might kill someone, Quil looked unsure of what to do and Leah looked like she might be ready to cry. I did a double take, noticing Embry wasn't with the group.


“What's going on? Where's Embry?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten up. My mind flashing through all the things that went wrong, from a cow taking him down while checking calves, to a car accident. “Guys!” I finally yelled when no one answered.


Leah stepped forward, handing me a piece of grain bag I hadn't seen in her hands. I had to reread the note, sure that I was misreading it.


“Bella.” Jake spoke softly. I looked up from the note, a silent tear running down my cheek. I looked back down, and read the note one more time.


There on the brown paper, it had the worst of my fears. I would know the handwriting from anywhere, but didn't want to believe what it was telling me, very simple, and to the point, where the words that shattered my life, my being. Embry left, with no promise of ever returning. He didn't want us to look for him, for we wouldn't be able to find him.


I closed my fist around the paper, listening to it tear as I did so. I turned around, ignoring the yells of my name as I walked out the front door.


I walked straight to the stalls, grabbing a halter and lead rope along the way. I opened the first stall I came to, haltering the horse and jumping on. I squeezed my legs, hanging on as the horse leapt forward, carrying me away from the house, and out to the pastures.


Everything came to focus as the horse slowed to a walk and then stopping. I looked through blurry vision to find that I was about two miles from the house. Well no wonder the horse slowed down. I slid off the sweaty horse, and sat in the grass. I looked around at what I once thought was a beautiful pasture.


I knew that everything changed. I felt a concrete wall being built around my heart. I felt my whole being harden, no longer caring.


I looked up and for the first time, noticed that I had jumped on Embry's horse, Copenhagen. I growled, pulling myself back up and headed back towards the house. I cooled down his horse once we made it back, and checked for any injuries that may have happened in my dumbass moment.


Once that was done, I made my way back to the house. Everyone was sitting at the table, looking
at nothing, but probably everything at the same time. The food sat on the counter, untouched. Two pictures hung on the wall, one of all of us as a group, and one of just Embry and me.


I felt myself stalking to the picture, I felt my hand reach up and grab the picture. I screamed while throwing it at the wall and laughing as the glass rained down on the floor. Everyone snapped their heads towards me, looking at me like I had lost my damn mind. Hell, I probably did. My eyes quickly


looked towards the door, waiting for the nice guys in white suits to push their way through, before tying my hands behind my back and carrying me off towards the white padded walls.


The image made me laugh harder, until I could barely breathe. Everyone looked too scared to even
come towards me. I let out another scream, almost wanting to cover my own ears from the shrill sound. I'm pretty sure I even heard the dogs howling outside.


I felt arms around me, and started kicking and screaming. I didn't want to be touched, I didn't want to be comforted; I just didn't want to be here.


“Bella, calm down.” I heard Jake's, soft, but commanding voice. I stopped fighting, I just went limp. I screamed and cried for what felt like hours, maybe even days. Jake carried me up to my room, and softly laid me on the bed before leaving. His arms were quickly replaced by Leah's. I laid there and cried 'til I had nothing left to cry, and Leah held be through it all. She became my rock from that day forward.


When I decided to face reality, I looked around my room. Everything reminded me of Embry. I stood up and looked at Leah, who nodded in silent agreement. I looked at my left hand, seeing the once beautiful engagement ring. It felt heavy, like all of a sudden it was what was going to help me drown in my misery. I slid it off my finger, and laid it on the dresser.


That was the last time I cried, the last time I really felt anything. Everything changed, from the colors of the barns, to the animals and even stuff throughout the house.


Our cattle herd tripled, our horses doubled, and our profits went sky high. That day, I stopped living for anything except for the ranch. I worked myself to the bone, from dawn to dusk. Of course our friends changed as well. Embry was a big part of our group, always smiling and laughing.


Alcohol became my best friend, day in and day out. If I wasn't working, I was drinking.


I became angry with everything around me. When I did go out, I always got into fights. Finally my friends stopped inviting me to go.


In some ways we grew closer as a group. All of us felt the betrayal of Embry just up and leaving, with no explanation of what was going on. I suppose some people think we blamed each other, but in the group, we all knew there was nothing we could have done. Embry made up his mind, he was a big boy.


Our lives went on. We all became crazy, always drinking at night around a huge ass fire. We kept to ourselves, shutting out the world. It just felt safer that way.


Six months after he left, the only trace of Embry that was left, was the pain we each felt. Drinking dulled the pain, passing out only brought the nightmares. The next morning, I would wake up with puffy, swollen eyes. I'd take a shower, get dressed, add vodka to my OJ, head out the door and start my day. That was the new normal for everyone.


A year after he left, the pain was less than before, but the drinking increased instead. One night, it was raining like hell outside, so we stayed in, deciding to catch up on the outside world. Of course Quil and Paul wanted to watch the PBR, and they won. We were sitting there watching when all of a sudden my vision went red.


I rubbed my eyes, just to make sure I had read the fucking screen correctly. I wasn't sure if I was happy, or extremely pissed off.


I felt the red hot pain rush through my arm, and the cracking of the wall at the same time I heard the TV announcer start talking again.


“Next, we have a young man from Oklahoma. Now ladies and gentlemen, this young man grew up in a
small town called Sweet Water, down in Texas. He broke into the bull riding at an older age, but that hasn't stopped this twenty-four year old. Embry Call is ranked within the top twenty riders and working his way up.”


“That fucking prick! That's what he left me for!” I screamed. I couldn't believe it. I walked over to the TV, giving it one hell of a kick and smiled as it came crashing to the floor.


“If only that was your fucking face dickhead.”


We didn't watch TV after that, not that there was one to watch. And once again, life went on.

I pulled myself to the present when Copenhagen nickered at me. Yeah, everything that reminded me of Embry was gone, but I just couldn't bring myself to sell Copenhagen. I smiled and placed myself in the stirrup. I laughed a little at myself, as I started sliding off the other side. I guess the alcohol didn't quite work its way out from last night.

I clicked at Copenhagen and headed towards the house. I handed my horse off to Quil and went to grab a fresh horse. Yes, since Embry left, Copenhagen became mine bitches.

I grabbed the fresh horse and met Paul at the fences.

“Ready to check the herd on the north side?” I asked him.

“Lead the way.”

I quickly nudged Sunny forward, loping the short distance to the north side. It took us a couple hours to make sure all the calves were matched up and we weren't missing any pairs. Once that was finished, we made our way back towards the house. The closer we got, the more yelling I heard.

Paul and I looked towards each other before taking off running towards the house. I wasn't ready for the site that I rode upon.

Quil was screaming at someone that had their back towards us and holding his right hand. I have never known Quil to raise his voice, let alone fucking punch someone. This guy must have really pissed Quil off.

“Fuck Quil!” I knew that voice. I flew off my horse, running up and shoving the guy.

“Be happy he fucking punched you first!” I screamed. Embry turned around looking at me, shocked.

“Bella?”

“No! You don't get to say my name! You don't get to come in here acting like nothing happened! Three years. Three fucking years you put my life through hell! You just up and left, no good bye, no reason why, nothing!” I pushed my way past him, only for him to grab my left arm. “Let go.” I stated calmly.

“No, we need to talk.”

I felt my muscle twitch and tense, before it sprung forward and clocked Embry in the jaw. “No, we really don't. Now get off my property!” I ran to the house, up to my room and grabbed my swimming suit. I stumbled and tripped myself a couple times between stripping and getting my bikini on.

I grabbed a towel and my straw hat on my way out, and went back outside. No one could be seen, so I made my way to the barn, and grabbed Copenhagen. I haltered him, placed my towel on his back and jumped on.

We made our way to the lake at an easy trot. I enjoyed the easy pace Copenhagen was going, and didn't need to guild him. I'm sure I would have run us into a tree with the shit-storm going on in my head right now.

Once we got there, I sat up and pulled my towel out from under me, throwing it on the ground before nudging Copenhagen towards the water. He saw the lake, and all but ran into the water. I laughed and hung on to his mane as he played in the water.

After about fifteen minutes, I pulled him out and led him towards the grass. I threw the rope across his back, and left him to graze.

I made my way back towards the water and slowly walked deeper into the water. I was enjoying myself when I heard Copenhagen whinny. I looked up to see Embry standing there, petting him. I started marching towards him, easier said than done in water, and got close enough to him that I could hit him again. My right hand twitched in anticipation.

“You have some fucking balls to show up here!”

“Bella, please just listen.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“I have to reason to listen to you. No fucking reason to even talk to you! Leave.”

“No.”

“No?” I tightened my arm and raised it, but he caught it.

“Ok I get it! I get that I fucked up, and I get that you feel the need to punch me. Fuck! I want to punch myself.” He said calmly.

He closed his hand around mine. The warmth from his hand felt like it was melting the ice that formed around my heart, around my soul. I lost it. I broke down crying, screaming and yelling like an insane person.

“I hate you!”

He pulled me towards him, wrapping his warm arms around me. I melted into him, missing everything about him. I missed his woodsy smell, his warmth, his strength. I shoved towards him. I moved on with my life!

“I hate you!” I screamed again. He held on tighter, kissing my forehead, cheeks, and everywhere he could reach. My body gave up, going limp against him. I heard him grunt as he supported all of my weight.

He slowly lowered us to the ground and pulled me to his side. I curled against him, my lips meeting his side. I whimpered when he trailed his hand down my back. Goose bumps broke out all over my body, but not because I was cold. It was from the need of wanting Embry.

“I missed you.” He whispered against my ear. His hand landed on my hip, massing it. I could feel his want, his need going harder then steel against my stomach. I ran my hand under his shirt, needing to feel him. As my hand rose up, so did his shirt.

I quickly made him lift up to take his shirt off. As he pulled his shirt off, I smashed my lips to his. I waited three years to just touch him again. Even if he left me again, I wanted to remember this one last time. I knew it would hurt in the morning, but that's what alcohols for, right?

I moaned into his mouth when his hand hit my hot center. He quickly untied the side of my bikini
bottoms, and started rubbing my center. His fingers felt the same as I always remembered them, yet a million times better.

I rolled us so he was under me, and moved my hips in a slow motion, grinding myself on him, seeking out the friction I desperately wanted.

I couldn't take it any longer, and ran my hands down his well fitted chest, down to his jeans. I made quick work of undoing the button, and moving the zipper down. I moaned when he raised his hips up and shimmed his jeans down. I almost came when I noticed he wasn't wearing underwear.

I felt myself getting even more wet for him and wanted to cry out loud when I felt his pre-cum mix with my wetness.

“I still hate you.” I ground out, slamming myself down onto his dick. I felt a tear escape, and my body trying to adjust to his size.

“Fuck baby! You’re so warm.... and tight.... and oh my fuck!” He took the words right out of my
mouth. I moved my body against him, faster and harder. And the faster and harder I went, the more pissed off I got. He left me!

“You left me.” I ground out. He lifted his hips, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and clear.

“I was protecting you.”

“I'm a big fucking girl; I can take care of myself.” I yelled.

“That I can tell.” I knew he was remembering when I punched him. I couldn't help the smirk that

worked its way onto my face. It went as fast as it came. I felt the coil build up in my stomach, and gasped. I haven't felt that in three years.

I saw stars as the coil exploded in my stomach, the muscles in my body tensing. Embry took a
shuddered breath, before going still. I laid across Embry, completely spent.

Embry rolled us over so he was hovering above me, staying connected the whole time. I was shocked when I felt him hardening again. I slowly rocked my hips against him, well ready for round two.

“Bella, I love you. I left to protect you. Edward Cullen, he threatened to kill you if I didn't listen to him. I just couldn't risk your life. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do. It killed me, every single fucking day.”

I had heard of Edward Cullen. He was a high roller, throwing money here and there. He was into drugs, and wasn't afraid to get blood on his hands. “Why didn't you go to the police? Sam would have helped you.” I whispered.

“Sam is a partner with Edward; it would have done me no good. It would have put you in more risk, and I just couldn't chance it. I'm so sorry baby.”

I pulled him to me, hanging onto him for dear life. I was afraid that if I let him go, he'd float away and never return. Embry made love to me, whispering how much he loved me and never wanted to leave me, and he would never do it again.

After a while, we got dressed again. I smiled as he grabbed Copenhagen, swinging himself up. He
grabbed my hand, pulling me up behind him. I snuggled into his back, never wanted to let go. We made our way back towards the house, quietly talking to each other.

Not all was forgotten, but it was a good start. Tomorrow was still a question hanging in the air, but together we could make it.

Because my cowboy was taking me away from the pain.