With a sigh, he said, “Okay,” and raised my short skirt to my waist. “I do hope you remember your safeword, baby.” What safeword? His large hand came down in a stinging swat. “Ow!” I wailed as he rubbed my reddening skin. “Enough?” I shook my head, “More.” Swat! The second spank was harder, my other butt cheek radiating a stinging warmth as he caressed it. “Done?” I wriggled on his lap before muttering, “Nope.” Four more fast spanks stung my ass in quick succession, then his comforting massaging fingers soothing the pain. Before I could think, he continued. A quick, sharp smack to my inner thigh, one to each burning butt cheek, one low across my emerging clit that caused me to moan and wiggle, and a fast slap across the very center of my ass before he grunted out, “Ready to say the safeword?” My hips gyrated as he spanked a few more times before I could form the words, “You never gave me a safeword!”
“Oh,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s because I’m not into that stuff, and I don’t spank people. But, you sure as hell got turned on from a little slap-ass.” Nate’s eyes were wide from the floor, his hand rubbing his thick cock up and down through his jeans. “Who else here has been bad, Penny?” Rex tugged my skirt down over my red behind and pulled me up into his arms. “Nathaniel has been downright childish,” I answered quickly. “What?” Nate looked confused, nervous…and turned on as hell. “Over my knee, bad boy—drop the pants and take it like a man.”
Nate stood slowly. He looked to me, and as I nodded, he pulled his belt through the loops of his jeans. Tossing the thick leather belt to the floor, he yanked at the button on his jeans, unzipping them as we watched. In a single motion, Nate dropped his pants to his ankles, followed by the designer boxer-briefs. I took a deep breath in as I absorbed the beauty that was Nate naked. He slid his linen shirt off his shoulders, and placed it alongside his jeans before walking toward Rex.
“You don’t want to fight for it?” Rex asked.
“No.” Nate knelt on the floor next to Rex, his chest over Rex’s knees. Nate’s height didn’t allow for the full straddle that I had done. “How childish has he been, Penny?”
Nate looked to me with a lascivious grin and winked, licking his lips. He was still rock-hard. “Five, I think,” I answered, my eyes never leaving Nate’s.
“Five it is.” At the first swat from Rex’s hand, Nate’s eyes closed and he bit his lower lip. Not in pain, but in pleasure from the intimate position, from the sublime closeness of being hand spanked by Rex. “More?” Rex asked, ensuring the game hadn’t gone too far. “Please,” Nate husked. Four more luscious, loud spanks befell Nate’s ass, his hips gyrating from the sting and the pleasure at the same time, his hard cock straining for contact with something to relieve it. “Well done,” Rex barked as he rubbed the red marks he’d made on Nate’s sculpted butt cheek.
“I think Penny is horny—she loved watching you. I don’t think I’m done with her ass tonight, though.” Rex motioned for Nate to lie back against the headboard before walking over to the nightstand drawer and pulling out a clear bottle of lube. “I told you I’d claim that ass, Princess. Now that it’s warmed up is the perfect time. Face down on the bed, right there in front of Nate but don’t touch him.” Spanking excited me, despite my trepidation, and the thought of him entering my virgin asshole had the exact same effect. I’d grown comfortable with both men’s fingers and tongues exploring me there, but I wasn’t sure either man’s thick cock would fit.
Rex dropped his pants, his huge erection breaking free. He quickly removed all of the metal from his cock except the barbell underneath. “I don’t want anything to catch,” he explained as I stared wide-eyed.
“I’m scared a little,” I said meekly as Rex rubbed the warm, slippery lubricant all over my backside.
Rex’s tone was softer as he said, “Don’t be, you’ll be in control, okay?”
“Uh huh,” I muttered, unsure how I could have control flat on my stomach, with my ass in the air.
“Move up a little, on Nate’s chest, yeah like that,” Rex instructed. With my cheek on Nate’s chest, his fingers caressing me, I instantly felt safer. Nate pulled me up to kiss him, and as our tongues intertwined, I felt the dull throb of being opened by Rex’s thumb—I was used to that. He’d wait until I was comfortable and open before going any farther. Except, as the mild burn of being stretched faded, and I pressed for more, I realized with a loud, “Ah!” that it wasn’t his thumb. “I’m stopping there, baby, that’s enough for the first time,” he soothed as his agile fingers reached around to stroke my clit. I pulled back from Nate’s kiss, his fiery blue eyes searching my face. “No, I-I want more,” I said in a near-moan.
“Push back when you’re ready, you’re driving, okay? I’m going to be still. But tell me when it’s enough, don’t just pull out fast.”
“Uh huh,” I whispered, pushing back for more. The feeling of being filled there was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and the combination of him stroking my clit at the same time was heavenly.
“Slide back down if you’re ready—I think Nate’s neglected cock could use some sucking.”
The sensation of taking him like that, and being stroked and opened by his hand while I sucked on Nate was better than any sex I’d ever known. I climaxed over and over, clenching his swollen shaft as I shuddered—so far gone in my own ecstasy I wasn’t conscious of them coming until Rex slowly pulled himself from me, Nate’s salty come coating my tongue as my mouth struggled to hold on.
“Damn, girl, you’re an ass-natural,” Rex teased as I came down from the high of multiple orgasms. “I-I liked it, but it was only a little of…”
“Nope, Princess, you pretty much took that beast down to the balls slapping,” he said, collapsing next to Nate as I crawled up to snuggle in between them. Rex pulled the fluffy comforter over us—we were too exhausted to move. Nate stroked my chin, his fingertips floating over my lips as we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Nine
“Crave Magma?” I stood on the lush lawn across from an exasperated Nate.
“Krav Maga—it’s sort of mixed martial arts, not what I do in the ring, but a great method for you to learn some basic self-defense type stuff that will work for you if threatened. It’s not really the sport type of fighting I love.” Nate was dressed simply—a gray t-shirt, workout shorts, with his feet bare. I was dressed nearly the same, despite my whining about wanting to wear sneakers—I’d just painted my toenails a bright red, and the idea of chipping them pissed me off.
“Can you teach me without hurting me?” I wasn’t getting out of today’s lesson no matter how hard I tried. Rex was in town restocking supplies, but made it clear before he left that he wanted to see progress when he returned that afternoon.
“I get learning self defense; I promise to concentrate. But, the attraction of sport fighting I don’t get. You don’t seem the type to get off on pain.”
Nate shook his head. “I hate pain, Penny. I’m not like… Well, pain isn’t my thing for sure. But, the fighting is a safe way for me to get the demons out. Before I started doing the mixed martial arts thing, for sport, cocaine fueled that rage. I’ve learned to fight it out when it builds up instead.”
“You seem to have had a golden life, Nate—a great family, fairly normal middle-class upbringing, and a career that skyrocketed. I know about your mom’s cancer, but other than that, why the rage?” Nate’s mother battled cervical cancer, but she was in remission the last I heard from mutual friends.
He bit his lip and paled as he thought a moment before pointing toward a bench at the side of the lawn. “Let’s sit,” he said.
My leg rubbed against his on the stone bench as I waited for him to speak. I sensed I’d touched on something deep, and the knot in my gut told me I was about to finally understand what drove Nate to self-destruct. His palm rested on the top of my thigh as he began. “When I was nine, my teenage cousin moved in with us. His mother, my mom’s sister Doreen, was going through an ugly divorce and couldn’t handle things, apparently. Kyle moved into my room and…”
“Oh my God, did he…abuse you sexually? Is that why…”
“What?” Nate looked at me in horror. “Fuck no, that doesn’t…” He took a deep breath as my eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to understand,” I whispered.
His hand caressed my leg. “It’s okay, I didn’t mean to snap. This isn’t easy for me to talk about.”
“I love you,” I answered, squeezing his hand. “I’m here, you don’t have to tell me more than you’re comfortable with.”
“It wasn’t sexual,” he clarified, his tone calmer this time. “My cousin Kyle was huge, and I wasn’t. I’ve always been thin, but back then I was tiny—spindly, weak. He was a bully—he terrorized me for a year. It got so bad I started to…pee the bed, shake, I developed an eye twitch, that sort of thing from the constant stress of the horror he inflicted on me.”