Hi friends. First and foremost, thank you for reading this story. As I think I mentioned awhile back, I wrote it first just for my husband. It was an exercise in being open and honest about sexual fantasies and in that regard it has been fantastically successful. AND, icing on the cake, a lot of you seemed to like it to. So again, thank you for that and for the feedback. Here's the thing. I don't have a clear path for ending this story other than to leave it here. I did get a little ahead of myself and rewrote the story with a separate plot line and put it out there on the interwebs. I like the book a lot, and I love the way I was able to end it due to the additional material. BUT I would have to go back and add a lot to this story here to make it work and frankly I don't have time. So, I 'm afraid this is the end for Lucas and Sara... and Doc. At least for now. I know she didn't get her revenge in this version... but she'll leave the island happy and satisfied. And who knows what the future may hold... Peace out... S
As the door to the suite opened again in 15 minutes, Sara felt a reluctant thrill run through her. She had spent the time waiting really thinking about her situation. And what she had discovered had come as a complete surprise to her.
Considering all aspects of her current situation and evaluating all the possible options, improbable as they maybe, she realized she didn't care about any other option. She didn't actually want to get out of this situation.
Sure, maybe it made her a slut or a deviant or some other thing that polite society didn't accept...but she wanted this. She wanted both of those men... the one who had lured her here to this island, only to make her perform like his whore... and the doctor who had molested her under the guise of examining her.
Stranger still was that her feelings about them hadn't really changed. She wasn't lying when she said she hated them...a big part of her really despised them. And yet, there was a feeling deep in her belly, a flush on her skin that she was starting to crave.
Yes. What she discovered was that there was no place she wanted to be in the world more than she wanted to be right here. To hell with the rest of her life. This was tonight, that's all that mattered; she'd sort the rest out some other time.
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Lucas came through the bedroom doorway first, but Doc was right behind him. They had both loosened their ties and were looking extremely relaxed...relieved even. Sara just sat in the chair and watched them.
"God they are gorgeous," she thought. The men were years older than her, and oddly, that made them all the more desirable to her. They knew what they wanted. She realized that she was utterly shocked that what they wanted, was her.
"Stand up and come over here, Ms. Samms," Lucas ordered, pointing to the spot in front of the end of the bed. Sara stood, though her legs were shaking. They both watched her with hungry eyes as they removed their suit jackets.
"I don't know how to do this," she said, her voice lower even than a whisper, her eyes averted to the ground.
"You don't need to know anything, Sara," Lucas answered. "You just do as you're told."
He advanced on her, with Doc a step behind him. They stood on either side of her.
"First, we have to get you out of this dress," Lucas said.
"She should keep the shoes on," Doc said forcefully. This wasn't the funny entertainer from the party. This was the guy who had scared the hell out of Sara in his office. Authoritative and serious...he felt dangerous again.
Reaching behind her head, Lucas undid the clasp at the back of her neck. It was essentially the only thing holding the dress on her and as he let it go, the dress slipped down her body to pool at her feet. She stood there naked...except for the five inch stilettos, as Doc had ordered. She tried not to look at them but something pulled her eyes up to their faces. So different from one another; so beautiful... so powerful. Sara felt the cold certainty shoot through her... there was no physical way she could resist these two. She was at their absolute mercy, and neither looked inclined to give her any of that.
For a moment, the men just stood there, devouring her with their eyes. Then, as if on some cue Sara couldn't hear, they engulfed her. They were everywhere, caressing and stroking her skin, finding erogenous zones she had no idea she had; avoiding the ones she so desperately wanted them to touch. Their clothing was rough against her skin and acted as a reminder that she was the only vulnerable one here.
Sara was one giant pulsating nerve, not able to keep up with all the stimulation.
Just as suddenly as they started, everything slowed down. Doc was behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist with his hands spread out on her lower belly... pulling her against him. This was so reminiscent of the way they had stood that day in his office, Sara flinched as she remembered the things that had come next. This time though, his mouth was on the back of her neck, biting and licking and sucking.
Lucas stood in front of her and draped each of her arms over his shoulders. He grabbed a breast in each hand and slowly, almost gently, squeezed them. He avoided her nipples, choosing instead to come just close enough that his shirt cuffs would gently brush them, teasing Sara mercilessly. He leaned into her and put his mouth at the juncture of her neck and collarbone, nibbling on that sensitive spot.
"We're going to fuck you now, Sara. But this first time, we're going to do it nice and slow," he said. Sara's whole body trembled with his touch and with the implications of his words. He opened his hands and brushed his palms over her hard nipples. "You will do exactly as you are told. Do you understand?"
She swallowed hard. Her vision was dark at the edges; the room was spinning. Her body was a mass of nerve endings and desire. If they stopped now she would be destroyed. With a resignation she felt through to her core, she knew she wanted this. She wanted them both terribly.
"Yes Lucas, I do. I will," she gasped.
Lucas pushed against Sara with his entire body, forcing her and Doc on to the bed so she found herself sitting on the doctor's lap. His suit pants felt exotic against her naked ass. He moved one hand up from her belly to grasp a breast, the other moved down and began to once again slowly caress her slit.
Doc pulled her back so her ass was pressed hard against him, and pushed her legs out to the side of his own. As he continued the torture on her clitoris, he slowly started spreading his legs, thus forcing Sara's legs open wide. Lucas watched closely as he took a step back and began removing his shirt.
"How wet is she?" Lucas asked.
"She's incredible, Lucas," Doc answered. "Her clit is so swollen I can feel it pulsing. Her cunt is plump and open and as you can see for yourself, she's literally dripping. I want her in my mouth."
His shirt removed, Lucas took one of Sara's hands and pulled her back up against him. He wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass with both hands as he buried his face in her neck, ground his cloth covered erection against her and took one earlobe between his teeth and sucked hard. Then he abruptly turned her so she was facing the bed.
"Crawl up there and sit on his face, Sara," he ordered. "The man wants to lick up those juices you've been teasing him with all night."
"I wasn't..." she began to protest.
"Like hell you weren't," Doc chided as he pinched her nipples hard. "All legs, and neck and tits... blushing so beautifully, sashaying across the patio. You are a little vixen."
When Sara hesitated slightly, brain whirling at Doc's words, Lucas propelled her forward so she had no choice but to kneel on the bed, straddling the doctor's legs again but this time she was facing him. Her breasts were at face level with him and he slowly drew a nipple into his mouth.
Sara threw her head back and let out the deep groan she had been swallowing all evening. "Oh my god."
"She has got the greatest tits," Doc said as he moved to give the other one the same treatment, sucking it hard and biting gently. "The last time I had my hands on them it took every ounce of my willpower to not bury my face in them. Just didn't seem... very professional."