Robert kept the head of his cock centered on her anus and pressed forward with a steady kind of pressure that felt firm and relentless. Jillian instinctively flexed her pelvic floor muscles even as she tried not to. Breathing deeply, she willed her hips and thighs to release their tension.
“Such a sweet little submissive.” Robert’s words of praise caressed her emotions just as surely as David’s hands caressed her shoulders and arms.
Jillian felt her anus open, and shivered as her body stretched, and burned. The burning seemed to trigger something deep inside her that ignited her nipples and her clit, making them tingle and swell, and she moaned in pure pleasure.
Robert eased back, then pressed forward again, and then again and again. The burn morphed into a pain both real and substantial, a pain she understood and embraced.
Erotic pain
. It had to be, because the sensation stoked her arousal, speeding her heart and making her long for release.
“Don’t come, Jillian. Not until I tell you that you can.”
“It feels so…mmm…” She lost the ability to form a coherent sentence, as the erotic swirl enveloped every part of her, pushing her higher and higher. Her skin crackled with electric thrills, and she wondered if she could hold off coming as her master demanded.
Jillian inhaled deeply and could smell both of her lovers, the aromas of the two men different and yet similar in the way it affected her. Their flesh pressed against her front and back, hirsute skin over strong masculine muscle, skin that felt and smelt so different from her own. Their heat became her heat, and their cocks… Jillian moaned, unable to still her hips as she tilted her ass just slightly up and back, following the urge to embed Robert’s cock even deeper in her ass.
“No, Jillian, not yet. Hold still. Let me…You’re so tight, sweetie. God, you feel so damn good.”
She heard him fighting for control, and though she wanted to move, wanted to pleasure both of the men inside her body, she stilled. Breathing deeply, she fought her urge to fuck them. Her hips remained unmoving, but she couldn’t prevent the shivers that ran up and down her spine.
Robert groaned as he slid all the way into her. The sensation of his balls bouncing against the base of her cunt nearly made her come right then and there.
“I’m in. Just hold still for one more…”
“Christ, her cunt just got incredibly tight. I’ve never felt anything quite so wonderful.”
Robert inhaled. “Jillian? Are you all right?”
She guessed he asked because she’d managed to stay still. She had to stay still, because of the enormity of having them both inside her. Not just that she felt stretched and full beyond her wildest dreams. It was more than that. She felt more complete than she’d ever believed she could. The moment felt sacred, and she wanted to absorb it completely, commit each and every sensation to memory. Incredibly, miraculously, Jillian understood somehow, holding both of her lovers within her body, together, actually
healed
her.
“Jillian?”
“So perfect… I love it. It’s….” The spell now broken, the urge to move, to race for her orgasm overpowered all else. “Oh, oh, please. Fuck me.
Please
.” She’d thought to hold it close, keep it there, all of it, but she couldn’t. Pyrotechnics seemed to be exploding all over her body, like a fireworks factory set ablaze. Her hips began to twitch, down and in, back and out, and she couldn’t stop it, could barely control it. Her hips moved, and she became enslaved to the compulsion that drove her.
Robert proved that he could read her, that he knew her, better than she knew herself. “It’s all right, sweetie. Take what you need, Jillian. We’re here for you. That’s it, oh, God, yes, that’s so fucking
good
. Fuck us both, honey.”
They didn’t exert their usual control, they didn’t move, but let her do the work, and she shivered and quivered as her hips moved of their own accord. She couldn’t manage smooth, rhythmic motion. Instead, she gave them irregular, jerky movement that quickly spun out of her control.
She felt their cocks moving inside her, reveled in the friction as they brushed along her inner tunnels, and she whimpered as those explosions continued and her climax beckoned.
And then, between one heartbeat and the next, her rapture burst, hot, heavy, and hard. Jillian screamed as wave after wave of total bliss swamped her, washing through her in a flood of sensation entwined with almost overwhelming emotion.
“Oh, God, yes, yes, I…I can’t…” She wanted to say she couldn’t keep coming, but her body refused logic, or control, and the spasms continued to flood her heart and mind, body and soul.
“I can tell where your mind has wandered to.”
Robert blinked, shot a quick glance over to his brother, and then turned his head toward his cousin, Jake. The three of them were alone in the small kitchen at the back of the clinic. Jake had come over because he’d seen Jillian over at Lusty Appetites having lunch with Kate, he’d said, and it had reminded him he’d wanted to check in with the Drs. Jessop to see if their new hire was working out, or not.
Of course, Robert had leveled with the man who currently was the administrator of the Town Trust, and entitled to such information. He told Jake that he and David had already developed a very personal relationship with Jillian, and that as far as they were concerned, she was perfect.
Now Robert focused on Jake, and realized the man must have known that all along. He’d really come over to just rib them both.
Robert had heard of the time Jake and Adam had courting their Ginny—especially the way she’d more or less taken the rendering of justice into her own hands. He admitted to himself that if he’d been in town at the time, he would have given Jake and Adam as hard a time as possible.
That was, after all, what family was all about.
Jake chuckled. “The uncles seem more than pleased with her, too. I didn’t really have any doubts. Frankly, the fact that Kate came and invited her to lunch kind of speaks for itself.”
David grinned. “No one has better instincts when it comes to people than Kate Benedict. She was over here yesterday subtly trying to get information out of Jillian with regard to our impending baby boom.”
“I’d place a bet and say that Kate left with absolutely no more information than she arrived with.”
“You’d win that bet,” Robert said. “In fact, Jillian didn’t even leave Kate alone in her office.”
David’s grin spoke of his pride in their woman, and it was an emotion Robert felt as well. “It seems her aunt was very forthcoming,” David said, “with every bit of information she felt Jillian would need, especially the fact that Kate maintained her certification as an RN up until last year.”
“Imparted, I’m sure, under the heading ‘if there’s an emergency and you need a trained eye’,” Jake said.
“Exactly. I know that neither of us said anything to Jillian about the way that Kate sometimes likes to finagle information whenever she can.” David brought the three cups of coffee he’d brewed in the single cup coffeemaker to the small table. “Jillian was completely professional—though I have no doubt she’d relay whatever information she deemed necessary if the situation called for it.”
Robert had pulled the sugar down out of the cupboard and retrieved the cream from the fridge. Jake nodded his thanks for the cream and added a generous dollop to his cup.
Jake snickered. “By the way, don’t mention the 2012 edition of the Lusty baby boom to Morgan and Henry. Apparently they heard about it and tried to talk Tamara into joining the race. It seems the Benedicts are ahead of the Kendalls by a score of four to two, and that didn’t sit well with the flyboys.”
Robert laughed. “How did
that
argument work out for them?”
Jake grinned, and Robert could see the unholy glee in his cousin’s eyes. “Not well. My sister-in-law is a real little spitfire. It occurred to Adam and I last night that our eldest brothers may have spent way too much time in the military and not
nearly
enough out and about in the real world.”
“That could very well be true,” David mused as he dumped some sugar into his cup. “Are either of you going to enlighten them?”
Jake hid behind his cup for a moment. “No. I don’t think we’ll need to intervene. Apparently, the first person Tamara told about her husbands, shall we say, lack of marital graces, was the one person she feels most comfortable indulging in girl talk with. Mother.”
Robert shook his head slowly. “Those poor, dumb bastards.” He felt proud of the fact that he held his snicker off for at least five seconds.
“Yeah, you gotta love it,” Jake said. “Sunday dinner is going to be
so
interesting this week.”
“Are you selling tickets?” David asked.
“There’s a thought.” Jake set his cup down. He took a moment to stare at it, and Robert knew there was something on his mind.
Finally he looked up and nailed Robert with a very steady gaze. “I wanted to ask you if perhaps you’ve given up on going to that private club in Houston?”
Robert didn’t pretend to misunderstand his cousin. For all of his easygoing, fairly jocular ways, Jake was one of the most devoted caretakers in the family. He wasn’t asking that question for himself, or just for shits and giggles.
Robert said, “Our membership hasn’t been completely processed yet. The man who owns
The Lyon’s Den
—Christopher Lyons—is very careful of who’s allowed entry into his club.”
“Membership is by referral only,” David said. “A friend of ours from up north, Jordan Fitzpatrick, and another friend, Jonathan Steele, referred us.”
“And you plan to take Ms. Gillespie there?” He arched one eyebrow, and Robert understood the sign of displeasure.
Robert fought the impulse to tell his cousin to mind his own business. In a way, Jake was doing just that. “You can ask her about it, if you like, though I would hope you’d do so privately and in a manner that wouldn’t embarrass her.”
Jake met his gaze for a long moment. “I guess I have some reading to do. I think of my Ginny, and what she went through at the hands of Deke Walters, and it just pisses me off.”
Robert had more than a passing acquaintance with what his cousins’ fiancée had endured at the hands of her abuser—mostly because Adam had called him, not long after they’d decided to court Ginny—peppering him with questions he hadn’t been comfortable asking of either of Robert’s fathers.
In the process, Robert had obtained access to the medical and legal files, something he would never let Ginny know, if he could help it.
He shook his head at Jake. “There is absolutely no comparison between what Ginny went through and what is involved in a good, healthy D/s relationship. None whatsoever.”
David reached into his pocket and pulled out a notepad. He quickly wrote something down and then tore the sheet off and handed it to Jake. “Here’s a website you can go to. It lists books, other references, including studies done on the healthy D/s dynamic. There are also essays posted, written by both Doms and subs. It will give you a better idea of what the lifestyle is all about.”
“Our watchwords are ‘safe, sane, and consensual.’ The idea that a Dom
beats
his submissive is completely off the mark. A Dom’s first concern is for the health and well-being of his submissive, Jake.”
Jake seemed to relax at that. “I had to wonder, knowing you as I do.”
Robert wasn’t surprised that this particular cousin knew him so well. Jake was a master at appearing low-key and laid-back. His façade disguised his keen intellect and sharp wit.
He nodded at his cousin’s acknowledgement. Then he said, “Feel free to speak to Jillian. Go ahead and assure yourself that she’s all right.”
Jake took a sip from his coffee, and then gave Robert the smile that all the mothers had agreed, in their youth, spelled trouble. “Don’t worry. I plan to.”
Robert met David’s gaze, and shrugged. No, Jake’s reactions didn’t surprise them in the least.
* * * *
Jillian made sure she was back at her desk exactly on time. This was only her second day on the job, after all. But she was one of those people who obeyed the rules, always. Her ex-husband had once chided her that if she’d come to a stop sign in the middle of nowhere, with not another car in sight, she’d still stop her vehicle.
She hadn’t understood his issue with that. That was the way she was. She wasn’t stupid, neither was she a chicken or any of the other negative things he’d always called her. She never colored outside the lines, neither did she run with scissors. She followed the rules and felt most secure when she could operate within specific, identified boundaries.
Huh. That’s exactly what I’m like. How is it I never was able to define myself so clearly before now?
Jillian stared at her computer monitor but wasn’t looking at the data. She was looking inside herself with a clarity and a comfort she’d never known before. She thought back to that first afternoon, when Robert and David had stopped her before she’d run herself into the ground, literally. Robert had said something then that no one had ever said to her. And somehow, since then, his words had taken root, and grown strong within her. Not two full days, but already, so much had changed within her.