The Picture of Submission – Libertine Island 4
It was her last night on the island, and Maggie Barton was determined to finish off her Hayes Brothers Hat Trick as she’d been calling it in her mind. Chris Hayes, the eldest brother, was the only one who had resisted her charms, and time was running out. She looked in the mirror. For the thousandth time, she wished she were taller, but five foot four wasn’t too bad. And her long, dark, curly hair seemed to be behaving for once. She had on her sexiest outfit, a miniskirt and a halter with a plunging neckline to show off her full breasts. Tonight, she was on the hunt. She’d been on the island for less than a week, but it had been the most sexually satisfying time of her life, and bedding Chris Hayes would be the icing on the cake.
The Hayes brothers were the hottest guys she’d ever met before, both singly and collectively. Dalton Hayes, the baby of the family at twenty-six and three years younger than Maggie, was like a blond god. He was a personal trainer and could have modeled for a statue of Adonis with his perfectly sculpted abs and shapely ass. Middle brother Carter, thirty-two, was a chef, although it didn’t show in his physique. He was taller and thinner than Dalton with the lean body of a long-distance runner. His hair was a darker blond, but his eyes were just as blue and he was just as hot.
She’d bedded both of them during her short visit to Libertine Island, and now it was the last night and she still had big bother Chris left to seduce. Chris was as tall as Carter and as ripped as Dalton. She’d seen him emerge from the pool the first day, naked as the day he was born and totally unselfconscious, and she’d fallen in lust. Even flaccid, he had one of the largest and most perfectly formed cocks she’d ever seen, and she had a sudden urge to drop to her knees and take it in her mouth and suck him dry.
She colored at the memory. She knew she’d been staring at his cock, and when she looked up, she saw that he was watching her with an amused expression. She’d turned back to her friends Jen and Aly, but the memory of that moment caused her to blush anew.
Later, she’d been introduced to his brothers, and she thought she’d died and gone to heaven, the three of them together looking like a trio of blond gods or angels, but luckily they didn’t act like angels. They were three hot devils, and she hadn’t been able to get the idea out of her mind of fucking them all, preferably at the same time, from the first moment she’d seen the three of them together, laughing uproariously at something one of them had said. Hell, if a ménage with two brothers was good enough for Rebecca, surely three would be even better.
In fact, there were a lot of hot guys on Libertine Island, but she only had eyes for the Hayes brothers, not that she had a lot of time to pursue them. She was on the island for her brother Max’s wedding to one of her best friends and had offered to photograph the event as her wedding gift to the couple.
But that didn’t stop her from having fun with the brothers. She quickly found out that the three of them were Doms, not an unexpected turn of events at a BDSM resort. Chris had shown no interest in a fling, but Carter and Dalton were different. They understood that she was there for her friend’s wedding and not in the lifestyle, and they’d both been so sweet. She’d let them do things their way, more or less. She had let intense, temperamental chef Carter strap her to a spanking bench and warm up her ass first with his bare hand and then with a flogger that had been divine. It had felt like getting a massage, and she’d almost fallen asleep before he had come up behind her and fucked her brains out as she writhed against the restraints desperate to touch him but unable to do anything but accept what he was doing to her.
It had been the most explosive sex she’d ever had, at least until the next Hayes brother. Sweet Dalton, the baby brother. He could go all night, something she could personally attest to. She’d let him tie her to the bed, and he’d rewarded her by using his mouth on her pussy to torment her until she begged him to fuck her, which he had, for hours. Damned if he didn’t have the most amazing control.
In return for letting them have their way with the bondage and spanking, they’d given her mind-blowing orgasms. She couldn’t wait to find out what tricks big brother Chris had up his sleeve. He was the oldest and most serious about the lifestyle, and she expected that he could blow her mind in ways she couldn’t imagine, but the days and nights passed, and still she hadn’t had her chance with him. She had idly wondered if he was avoiding her, but had dismissed the thought. She was hot and willing, and he was single. Maybe he was just shy?
“If we were on Libertine Island,” Carter whispered, his hard cock pressing against her stomach, “if we were there, I’d push you down to your knees and shove my cock in your mouth instead of my tongue.”
Maggie shivered with desire. Carter didn’t mince words. “I’m going to give you a fifteen-minute head start back to the room. You can use the facilities, shower again or whatever you want to get ready, but I expect to find you naked and waiting for me, kneeling between the beds.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Carter groaned. “Do you know that’s the first time you’ve ever called me Sir? Now go, hurry. I’m not even sure I can wait the full fifteen minutes before I get inside you.” He gave her a swat on the ass. “Move!”
Maggie moved. She hadn’t meant to call Carter Sir. It hadn’t been calculated on her part, but she was glad she did. He had sounded so damned pleased.
Hurrying, Maggie was ready in seven minutes and ended up staring at the clock, waiting for the numbers to move forward and for her Mas… for Carter to come for her. Carter. He was Carter. He wasn’t her Master. He was one of the men who had agreed to train her as a sub. Hell, he was one of the men who wanted her to be their sub. But she wasn’t ready to go down that road yet, so she wouldn’t, couldn’t start thinking of him as Master.
When the door finally opened, she worried that she’d left a wet patch on the pillow she was kneeling on. She looked up as Carter approached, unzipping his pants as he walked. With a grin, she opened her mouth as he buried his hands in her hair and plunged his cock inside.
* * * *
Carter thought he was going to come the second her lips closed on him. Nothing would ever feel better than his cock buried in his woman’s mouth except for maybe his cock buried in her pussy or her ass.
He knew he wouldn’t last long, and that was okay. He wouldn’t want to come so quickly in her pussy, but this was just a chance for him to take the edge off. Once he’d came, he’d tie her up and torment her until she was begging for is cock. He’d brought a half dozen condoms with him and was going to do his level best to use them all.
After she’d swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean, he’d pulled her up and kissed her again. Then he’d laid her gently on the bed and attached her right wrist to her right ankle, left wrist to left ankle. Now she was spread out before him and helpless, like an exquisite buffet and he was going to take his time sampling all of her delights. He had one more thing do to.
“Sorry, love. I don’t know how thick these walls are, and I don’t want anyone interrupting us. So, open wide.” He was relieved when she didn’t argue as he inserted the ball gag and then fastened the straps around her head. He almost came on the spot at the sight of Maggie gagged and restrained, her juices glistening as they ran down toward her ass. “Oh, and since you can’t ask, I give you permission to come whenever you want to.”
Then he settled between her legs, getting comfortable since he planned to be there for a while. First he licked up her slit from her pussy to her clit, which he avoided, running his tongue up one side and down the other but not actually touching it. He could hear her mumbled protests, but she was helpless to do anything but accept what he was doing to her. Slowly, he explored every square inch of her with his tongue, rimming her bottom hole lightly before moving to her pussy. With no warning, he pushed his stiffened tongue inside her as he reached up and pinched her clit. He felt her climax slam through her as she bucked against him and more of her honey flowed over his tongue.
The tremors had barely subsided when he replaced his tongue with two fingers, curling them forward to rub against that magic spot inside her as he finger fucked her. It wasn’t long before the tremors started again, but this time he stopped before they could take hold into a full-blown orgasm.
Once they subsided, he started again, gently licking her clit, and he forced another finger inside her and started fucking her with them. Quickly the tremors built again, and again he stopped before she could go over the edge.
He did it two more times, feeling her growing increasingly frantic with the need to come. Finally, he slid up her body and reached for a condom. Once his cock was covered, he positioned it at her entrance. Bracing himself on his forearms, he waited until she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Keep your eyes open. I want to see your expression when I slide my cock inside you, and I want to see your expression when you come. If you close your eyes, I’ll stop moving. Understand?”