Amandas Finest Memory

Amanda's Finest Memory

Day One:

The auburn hair flowed over her shoulders as his hand gripped the heart at her throat. She sucked in breath as her eyes searched for familiarity in the face before her--there was none. Only a hint of pure pleasure in the gold tinted eyes let her know she was safe. The touch of his knuckles against her throat raised her pulse again as he tightened the chain. She raised her hands to touch him but he slapped them down. "No. You don't move unless I say you can."

Amanda swallowed trying to gain control over her emotions. This wasn't what she signed up for when she agreed to join the group she had been talking for for only a few weeks. It wasn't supposed to be real. It had all been a game. Now, her mind was snapped back to reality as her head thumped sharply against the wall behind her. Another voice entered the scene. This one she knew all too well. "Well, Amanda... Here we are at last. You are trapped at our mercy. Where will he and I begin?" The question was muffled under the sound of material ripping as cool air brushed against the heated skin of her lower body. It was soon chased by smooth hands and warm breath.

"Anywhere.." she gasped as the man let the chain slip slightly from his fingers giving her back the freedom to breathe for the moment.

"Good." The single word held promise while the puff of air that followed against her wet heat had her knees threatening to buckle. The owner of the second voice hadn't come into view, but she knew--it could only be Grey. A sharp nip of teeth on her exposed inner thigh had her sucking in breath again. It might not have been what she signed up for but there was nothing that was going to stop this now. She had to know. There had been pictures and naughty calls and dreams, so many dreams in such a short time. "Spread your legs farther, love. Give me access. Welcome me home," Grey said against the skin of her thighs.

If it wasn't for the hand still fisted around the front of her collar she would have slipped bonelessly to the floor. Need taking the strength from her limbs. "I, I never knew.." she panted as her legs slid apart at the gentle pressure Grey was applying. She wanted nothing more in the moment but to feel whatever was coming.

"But you will." It was him speaking now. The man whose name she couldn't place. The one was always there in the background when she talked with Grey. The one who had teased her. Why couldn't she think of his name? His hand moved bringing her attention back to him. His other hand raised, ripping her shirt down the front to expose her breasts to them. Somehow the act itself had her wanting to scream.

Lower, Grey's fingers traced patterns along her inner thighs. Her legs shook at the contact. Her body trying to arch into the feather light touch. Yet, there was no room between her and them for her to move. The hand not holding her collar moved again this time grabbing and squeezing her right nipple. The pressure only a breath from pain. She pushed her chest into his touch. This was more than she could take. Her body was vibrating with need. They were teasing her.

Before she could open her mouth to beg the wet sensation of a warm tongue slipped across her heat. It was gone nearly before she registered it. "Dear, God." she screamed, her breath escaping as she was lifted from her feet by two pairs of strong hands. They carried her through the room, setting her on the bed in her room as carefully as if she had been made of glass. The tongue returned to caress her heat as the man--she still couldn't remember his name--roughly pulled her hands above her head. The sensation of either silk or satin brushed her wrists as he secured her to bed. The sound of him moving around the bed faded into the sensations Grey was causing until the same material seemed to magically appear around her ankles forcing her legs to their widest position.

His voice seemed far away as he spoke. "Just lay there and enjoy," he said, running his fingers over the pale skin of her chest. "You are safe with us. You know that and you know this all ends with a single word."

Amanda blinked and nodded the best she could given the overwhelming sensations raging through her. She tilted her head back begging for something, she wasn't even sure what at this point. The man's presence slipped away on a cloud of pleasure, his voice fading into the background of the night. "Enjoy yourself, Amanda. Tonight is for you... tomorrow will be mine."

Day Two:

The sun woke Amada as she couldn't avoid it shining in her eyes. She tugged at her arms and for a moment felt the panic try to settle in. She couldn't move. "Hello?" she called out, testing the tightness of the binding on her wrist.

"You're safe Amanda." The response was instant and came from the vicinity of her feet. "Just relax. Don't pull at the bindings." his voice was as calm as it had been the night before. "How are you feeling this morning?" he asked as if it were the most casual of conversations.

She thought about it for a moment before finding the words she wanted. "Used, happy, and wanting," she said, trying for the same tone he used. The halted breath made it sound sexy even to her ears.

The man--Xander, she suddenly remembered--moved so he was standing beside the head of the bed before continuing. "Good. I am glad you enjoyed last night." he paused and she saw the question in his eyes before he said it. "Are you ready for what's coming now?"

She couldn't find the strength to even manage the single word she needed so she nodded and let her eyes fall closed. There was nothing she wouldn't let these two do to or with her body at this point. She belonged to them.

His shadow fell over the bed as he stepped closer. "Your submission wasn't planned or even a part of this story," he laid a hand on her side just below the swell of her breast. "But it pleases me more than you know."

"The question is..." Grey's voice cut into the breath of silence Xander had left, "...is it what you want?" he asked.

No one moved as they waited for Amanda's response. "Yes, more than anything. I am yours," She said, the last words tumbling from her lips as Xander lowered his face and sank his teeth into her already hardening nipple.

She gasped and the sound was captured as Grey's mouth settled over hers and his tongue slipped over the ridge of her teeth. She didn't fight the kiss, had in fact thought it wouldn't even be an option. Yet here she was battling for ownership of her mouth With the tongue that had given her so much pleasure the night before. As quickly as it had started the kiss stopped and Grey pulled away. He trailed hot kisses down her neck and over her breasts. Amanda couldn't make up her mind whether she wanted Grey's mouth to return to what it had been doing the night before or Xander to take control and bring her to the world only the three of them would know.

Her question was answered as Grey moved onto the bed near her head and Xander moved to position himself between her thighs. Above her the two of them locked briefly in a kiss that had her arching in need to be a part of it. Before she could beg to join Grey moved to hover over her and Xander sank to the hilt without a moment of hesitation or warning. Her mouth opened on a gasp of pleasure as Grey descended covering her mouth with a pussy just as wet as her own.

Amanda lapped at the sweet nectar flowing over her lips. The taste setting off waves of pleasure it seemed Xander was riding through the lower part of her body. His pace picked up as she raced toward her first orgasm this entire encounter. She watched as his hands reached through the air above her and grasped Grey's exposed breasts. Grey gasped from the touch and lowered slightly giving Amanda better access. She lifted her head as far as she could using her teeth and tongue to lap at every drop.

The combination of Xander's cock pounding inside her and the free flowing nectar covering her face Amanda was in heaven. Nothing was ever going to force her to leave these two. Her last coherent thought of the day was if she passed away through all of this it wouldn't be a bad way to go. However, she knew this was only the beginning.