Trading Up – Chapter 6

Six weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, and Chapter 5 before reading this one! On Saturday, Richard and I will continue Vacation and come back next week to see what surprises we have in store for you on Thursdays!

– Jayden


Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I don’t know what transpires above me, but what I do know is that the hands leave my back, and I’m suddenly not being touched at all. I don’t know where either of the guys is. For all I know, they could have left me alone in the room. I somehow doubt it, but I’m honestly not sure. With the way the sobs have wracked my body, I honestly can’t tell. I’m not even sure how much time has passed. It could have been seconds, minutes, half an hour. I don’t know.

And then I feel them on the bed, I feel the restraints loosened, and then I hear the velcro being pulled apart, and my wrists and ankles are freed. They do it so quickly, it feels like they practiced it.

The pillow is taken away from under my hips. I’m pulled off to the side of the bed.

“Are you okay?” Nick asks me. He slips the blindfold off my face. My eyes hurt from the bright light, which actually isn’t bright at all, but it is compared to the darkness of the mask.

I squint at him and nod.

“Tell me.”

“I’m okay, Sir.”

He nods. “Don’t worry, love. We’re almost done.”

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Trading Up – Chapter 5

Five weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, and Chapter 4 before reading this one! On Saturday, Richard and I will continue Vacation and come back next week for the conclusion to Trading Up!

– Jayden


Chapter 5

Once Nick and Brandon have me strapped in face down again, I wonder what will be next. I’m squirming on the bed, and I can feel the wet spot I left when I was on my back. The puddle is just going to grow more.

“You’re so sloppy,” Brandon says.

“I’m sorry,” I say, but there’s no apology behind the words.

“You should be,” he says, and I can hear the mocking tone.

Someone slaps my ass, and I’m sure it’s Nick. It feels like Nick. Nick spanks me softly at first, and then harder. I want to say that I dislike it. My head wants to say that I don’t want to be spanked while I’m strapped down like this, except my body is very clearly responding to it. I start moaning and practically humping the bed.

And then I get my confirmation that it’s Nick because I can feel Brandon pressing his cock into my hand. He’s semi-hard already, but when I wrap my fingers around him and start to stroke him slowly, he’s instantly hard. I keep stroking, slowly, not wanting to make him cum. He groans, “That feels good. I can’t wait to get your lips around my cock, though.”

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Trading Up – Chapter 4

Five weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, Chapter 2, and Chapter 3 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday for something special in collaboration with Richard!

– Jayden


Chapter 4

“You may, my little cum slut,” Nick says. “Let go of the chain when you cum.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir,” I pant, still gripping the chain between my teeth.

It has to be less than 30 seconds before the orgasm washes over me. I pull back hard on the chain, the pain of the pull arousing me more as I orgasm. And then I let go of the chain abruptly, screaming and panting.

Nick must be waiting because the chain doesn’t even have time to land on my bare chest before Nick’s picks it up and releases the nipple clamps. The pain as the blood rushes back into my nipples is excruciating. But mixed with the orgasm, it’s intoxicating.

I expect Brandon to stop, to slow down, to give me a break, but he doesn’t. He just keeps going.

“Oh god, Brandon, stop, please, oh god!” I cry, but he doesn’t stop.

Nick’s by my right ear now, his breath hot on my skin. “Do you really want him to stop?”

“Yes,” I moan. I’m bucking my hips against Brandon’s face, trying to get my clit away from his tongue and failing miserably.

“Well then you can use your safe word,” Nick teases.

He knows this gets me going. The power that I have, but I’m not willing to use. The fact that I have complete control in that way and yet lay here helpless. “I don’t… I can’t…” but the words are almost unintelligible as one orgasm rolls into another. Even tied down, my hips can move, but I can’t get away from him. His mouth is locked onto me.

“Brandon, please!” I manage to get out, but he ignores my cries again.

I don’t know how long he goes for the second round. I’ve lost track after a while. I go from a screaming disaster to a moaning mess. I’m not constantly trying to buck Brandon off, but that’s about all the composure I have.

Nick strokes his fingers across my sore nipples. I gasp and try to brush him off, but I can’t use my arms, so it’s just a lot of wiggling on the bed.

“She won’t stay still, will she?” Brandon asks, coming up for air.

“Rarely,” Nick agrees.

“Hmm,” Brandon says, but that’s all he says, at least, that’s all I can hear. He slides his fingers out of me, and I think I’m getting a reprieve, except I’m not. He slides three fingers in this time, and I’m so tight, and it feels so good. He presses his fingers deep inside me, and I take them all easily. And then his tongue is back on my clit, and my whole body is tense and feels like it’s on fire. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, I feel another orgasm rising. I guess this will be the second orgasm. The first one rolled on so long, it felt like more than one.

This orgasm isn’t quite as intense as the first, but it still feels amazing. This time, when I’m coming down, panting and gasping for air, Brandon does pull his fingers out of me and leaves my clit alone.

All of my muscles relax at once, and I’m just left panting on the bed. I feel like I could probably just fall asleep if they left me alone like this, but of course, they don’t.

Brandon moves around the bed and begins sucking my nipple. I can tell it’s him because I can smell myself on him.

I moan at the feeling of his tongue on my sore nipple. It feels so good, but it hurts so much. Nick gives my other nipple the same treatment.

And then Brandon abandons my nipple to kiss me. I love the feel of his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth. My hips move of their own accord as the two men get me worked up all over again. I can’t help it. The kissing, the nipple play… God.

Brandon abandons my mouth and starts trailing kisses down my jaw, then to my neck. When he gets past my collar bone, the kisses become nibbles, and then the nibbles become bites on my breast. I moan and thrust my hips. Nick works in the reverse until he’s kissing the corner of my mouth. Then he kisses me, and I feel his comforting warmth.

The guys get into the bed with me, lying next to me, pressing their bodies up against mine. It feels good to be cuddled with them, even if my hands aren’t free to actually do anything. The kissing continues, and I want them to just make me cum again.

But of course, they don’t. Instead, they keep teasing me, getting me more and more worked up. I didn’t think my pussy could take any more, but it is telling me otherwise. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m creating a puddle on the bed.

Nick’s fingers find my clit and begin rubbing in small circles. It feels good, but it’s really difficult for me to cum without something inside me, too. And that’s when Brandon’s fingers find my core and slide back inside me. He fucks me slowly, just like I like it, using his fingers to hook inside me, reaching places that just feel oh so good.

The two of them start sucking on my nipples as they fuck me with their fingers and play with my clit. I don’t see how I can orgasm for the third time, but my goodness, they’re going to make it happen. My hips are thrusting against their fingers, and my breath is coming short again. “Oh god, I’m going to cum again.” I groan, getting the words out in a rush.

Nick’s mouth leaves my nipple long enough to say, “Go ahead.”

And then he bites me, right near my nipple, his teeth sinking in deep. I’m sure it’s going to leave a bruise, and the thought of it turns me on more than anything.

“Oh god!” I scream as the orgasm rushes over me, every muscle tightening, but none are tightening more than my core. “Oh god, ohhhh.” My moans go on and on, and their fingers don’t give me any rest. In fact, they don’t stop until after I’ve begged and begged, and moved my hips away from them as best I could. It hadn’t even been my plan, but it was how it worked out.

Nick gets up off the bed, and I wonder what more he wants, what he’s getting now. I can’t even imagine. Brandon stays with me. He pulls his fingers from my sopping wet cunt and brings them to my mouth. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers greedily. I don’t even love the taste of myself, but sucking my own juices off of Brandon’s fingers is hot as hell. I nip at the tip of his finger and suck gently. I can hear him moan softly. “I can’t wait to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Yum,” I say with a little half-smile. I am not sure how I am going to have the energy to suck cock after all these orgasms, but if it’s what he wants and what Nick wants, then I’ll do it.

Brandon’s fingers leave my mouth and trail down my chest. I hate the feeling of my own saliva on my body, but I don’t complain. I never complain when the guys touch me. It feels so good to be touched. They could touch me forever, and I wouldn’t complain.

When Nick comes back, I don’t know what he has, but it perks Brandon up. I can feel the bed shift as he sits up. “Are you sure?”

I assume there’s a nod, but I can’t tell.

Someone unclips my ankles but doesn’t take the straps off of me. “Legs up,” Nick directs. I slowly lift my legs until they’re basically behind my head. “Good girl,” he says.

Someone’s holding my legs in place now, and I can only guess it’s Brandon.

And then I feel something soft and pliable sliding into my pussy. I realize swiftly what it is: a butt plug. Once the plug is nice and wet with my juices, Nick slides it back, and it pops into my ass with no difficulty. He presses against the plug, and it feels so good pressed so deep. I groan and press back against him.

“Does that feel good?” Brandon asks me.

“Yes,” I say, and my breath comes out as a hiss at the end of the word.

“Good,” Brandon whispers in my ear, though with how quiet the room is, I’m sure Nick hears every syllable. “Later, Nick is going to fuck your ass.”

“He is?” I ask. I kind of expected it with the plug, but I’m surprised Brandon is telling me now.

“He is.”

“Why are you telling me now?” I ask.

“Because I want you to be thinking about how great it’s going to feel to have Nick in your ass and me in your pussy at the same time. To be that filled at once.”

I shudder at the thought. Double penetration is one of my favorite favorite things.

“But we have so much we want to do before that.”

“You do?”

“Yes,” Brandon says.

“Don’t tell her too much,” Nick admonishes.

No, please tell me, is what I think, but I don’t say anything. I try to keep the smile on my face from growing too big. I bite my lip with the effort of not revealing how excited I am at the thought of double penetration and the thought of what they plan in between. There could be so much.

“Sorry, Sir,” Brandon says, and I can’t tell if the ‘Sir’ is placating or sincere. Brandon is rarely submissive, but Nick is always Dominant. The thought of the two of them talking and scheming is very sexy to me. But it also makes me really fucking nervous.

Nick must do something, some gesture or touch, because Brandon backs off and is no longer touching me. My legs slowly descend back to the bed. Holding them up in the air like that isn’t comfortable. No one stops me or yells at me for putting my legs down. My arms are unhooked next, and then I’m flipped over. I am so surprised at the hands on my hips turning me, that I turn without a thought. I figured they would tell me to turn over, but instead they flip me over like a rag doll. Having two strong men keeping me at their mercy is so much fun.

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Trading Up – Chapter 3

Four weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, and Chapter 2 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday for something special in collaboration with Richard!

– Jayden


Chapter 3

I want to cum so desperately.

But it’s not up to me, and I love that. I don’t have to worry about anything. I don’t have to do anything, well, anything except what Nick tells me to do. And by extension, what Brandon tells me to do. I am sure they’ve talked about it before, or they have been whispering about it while I’m here, tied down to the bed.

Finally, the Wartenburg Wheel stops. I’m left panting again, my chest heaving. “Thank you,” I say. I’m glad it stopped. I’m glad the pain is over. But again, the absence of touch is jarring. I want their hands on me, even if their hands aren’t giving me pleasure.

Okay, let’s be real for a moment: I am a pain slut. So, the pain is pleasure to me. I know that’s weird for some people, but that’s just the way I am. I’ve been that way literally as long as I can remember. I don’t remember a time before pain was equivalent to pleasure for me, at least in the bedroom. I’ve had my fair share of pain that wasn’t sexy or kinky, and I hated it. But having the option, knowing that I control when the pain stops… It’s a powerful feeling.

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Trading Up – Chapter 2

Three weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1 and Chapter 1 Part 2 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday to read the second part (conclusion???) of my collaboration with Richard! Catch up on Part 1 of Real or Accident!

– Jayden


Chapter 2

I pull at my bonds experimentally. I hadn’t tested them yet, but of course, the boys pulled them nice and tight, so there’s no getting out of them. The basement room is chilly. My nipples are perked up and pointing at the ceiling. I can already feel my pussy getting wet. There’s nothing I can do about any of it, not that I want to.

I hear some murmuring in the room, but I have no idea what’s going on. I can’t catch any of their words. I want to whine at them and ask what they’re planning, but one of the hallmarks of our relationship has been that the two of them scheme. It’s adorable, actually. It’s still new, but it’s adorable. I love it. And especially right now, I am thrilled not to be the one having to make decisions.

I feel a hand on my right calf and another on my left. I’m pretty sure they’re from different guys. But then I know because Nick has started tickling me, and Brandon has started scratching me. It’s not hard enough to leave marks, but it’s hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain, which is then covered by the gurgle of laughter that escapes my throat.

So frustrating.

So hot.

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