Taken by Passion(3)

Alice caught the scent of roses and she sucked in her breath. The asshole was using her expensive rose-scented body cream.

Before she’d recovered from that revelation, O-bearded-one reached Min and Jon, who were still fondling each other on Alice’s bed.

She couldn’t believe it. Jon was engaging in a ménage à trois—fulfilling Alice’s fantasy, but for another woman.

Alice had dreamed of a dark, virile man tying her up and taking her places she’d never been before.

When Alice had told Jon that her most erotic fantasy was to be tied up and taken by two men at once, he’d laughed and told her that would never happen. He’d said she’d have to settle for his dick in her core and her favorite glass dildo up her ass, because he wasn’t going there. So she’d experimented with various toys and butt plugs and used her imagination for the rest.

And here the bastard was, about to help Min have it from both ends.

Only the big bearded guy came up behind Jon’s skinny ass and gave it a few quick slaps with his palm. “You ready, Jon-boy?”

Jon-boy?

“Do it to me, Stone.”

Do it to me, Stone?

Alice stared in horrified fascination as Stone bent over Jon, yanked his head back and fastened the leather strap around her ex-fiancé's neck, and let the attached long, thick-linked silver chain lie across Jon’s back. Stone unhooked one of the chains hanging from his black chaps—the chain had two clamps on it. Just as she wondered what in the heck he was going to do with that, Stone handed it to Min. The woman proceeded to clamp each of Jon’s nipples, and when she tugged on the chain Jon cried out like a stuck pig.

“Does that hurt, slave?” Min asked.

“Yeah.” Jon’s voice squeaked. “Hurts real good, babe.”

Min frowned and curled her lip into a snarl. “From this point forward you will call me Mistress and you shall refer to Stone as Master. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Jon’s breathing grew more labored, and he had an excited glaze to his eyes and flush to his cheeks. “Yes, Master.”

Oh. My. God.

Alice’s soon to be ex-and dead fiancé was a freaking submissive. When it came to sex, she didn’t mind a few beta characteristics in a man, although she preferred alpha—a combination was nice.

“I will allow you to fuck me, slave.” Min’s exotic eyes narrowed. She pulled taut on the chains and Jon blanched. “But you will not come until I tell you to. Is that clear, slave?”

“Yes, Min.” When she yanked on the chains Jon cried out and hurriedly said, “I mean, yes, Mistress.”

While he reached around Jon’s hips, Stone pressed his dick to the slave’s ass. He grabbed Jon’s dick, none too gently, and snapped on a leather cuff close to his balls.

“Feels good, don’t it, slave?” Stone’s bass voice rumbled.

Jon squeaked again. “Real good.”

Stone grabbed the long chain hanging from the collar and smacked Jon’s ass with it, hard enough to leave a red welt, and Jon yelped.

“Master!” Jon shouted. “I mean, real good, Master!” Stone took his well-lotioned dick and placed it to Jon’s tight red anus. “This is going to hurt, and you’re going to love it, aren’t you, slave?”

Licking his lips, Jon replied, “Yes, Master.”

“Slide your dick into Min’s slit.” Stone slapped the chain across Jon’s ass.

Jon responded with another yelp and a, “Yes, Master!” and then plunged his dick into Min.

“Very good, slave,” she said as she tugged on the nipple clamps. “Now, when Stone takes you, I want you to fuck me without stopping. If you stop then I shall be forced to punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Alice couldn’t believe how excited Jon looked. He was obviously enjoying every bit of this Dom/sub routine and was totally getting off on it. Part of her wondered if she should just turn and walk away, but part of her wanted to see just how far Jon would let this go.

In the next second she found out as Stone yanked the chain to Jon’s collar and pulled it tight as he plunged his dick into Jon’s ass and began pummeling him unmercifully.

Jon literally screamed.

“How do you like that, slave?” Stone shouted as he thrust in and out of Jon’s ass and whipped him at the same time with the chain.

“I love it, Master,” Jon said, tears rolling down his face.

Min yanked on the nipple clamps and Jon cried out again. “Sorry, Mistress,” he said, and began moving in and out of her with his sorry-excuse-for-a-prick. “That hurts so good, Master and Mistress.”