Sophie Oak: Small Town Siren

“I love you, Abby.” He kissed her tenderly and then got to his feet again. “I will always take care of you. Everything you promised me, I promise you, baby. You won’t regret it.”

“I know.” He had promised, and she knew Jack kept his promises.

“Your turn, Sam,” Jack intoned darkly.

Sam nodded. He was naked, so he couldn’t hide his reaction. His cock was standing straight up. Jack had the leather whip in his hands and a small smile on his face.

“Do you want me to let Abby up?” Sam tried to figure out where he should go. He was both nervous and excited. It felt as though this was a turning point. He stood behind Abby. He was fascinated with the pink skin of her ass. It was beautiful, and he wanted to touch it, but he held back. Jack hadn’t given him permission.

“No.” Jack motioned for him to stay where he was. “I think she’s in the perfect position for you. You’ll need something to hold on to.”

Sam felt his heart start to race, and lust was pounding through his system as he looked between Jack and their gorgeous, generous bride-to-be.

“Seriously, Jack? I thought this was punishment.”

“It will be,” Jack promised. “But what you did was dumb. What Abigail did was cruel and counter to everything it means to be married. She also took her punishment with incredible grace, so I find myself in a more forgiving mood when it comes to you. Assume the position, now, Sam.”

Sam moved forward, placing himself squarely between Abby’s bound and spread legs. He pressed his cock deep into her soaking wet pussy. He stopped the deep groan he felt as he sank into her inviting warmth. He was gentle with her pinkened backside as he tunneled in, but there was no question the signs of Jack’s discipline made him hard as hell. Sam worked his way in to his balls and held himself against her. He could feel Abby’s sweet pussy clenching around him, but she was quiet. He looked at her in the mirror and could see the effort she was going through to follow Jack’s instructions.

“Hold still, Sam,” Jack ordered. “Let the whip direct you. Don’t move on your own until I give you leave, understood?”

“Yes, Jack.” Sam’s voice sounded deep and a little foreign to him. The picture of the three of them in the mirror was one of the most erotic things Sam had ever seen. He couldn’t stop looking at it. Abby, beautiful Abigail, bent over accepting him and Jack…Jack was everything to Sam. He had waited so long to have this, to be in the middle.

The first lash stung and shoved him forward. He hissed instinctively at the delicate pain. Abby whimpered as her pussy tried to suck at Sam’s cock to keep him there, but the motion of the whip pushed him forward and then allowed him to pull out.

“I have been indulgent, Sam,” Jack was saying as he applied the lash. Sam’s hands tightened on Abby’s waist as he drove in again, caught deliciously between her hot cunt and the lick of the whip. Sam let his head fall back, giving himself over to the mindless sensation.

“It occurs to me that if this marriage between the three of us is going to work, I have to curb some of your more impetuous tendencies.” Jack cracked the whip again. “When I am not around, you are responsible for her.”

“Yes, Jack.” Sam tried to focus on anything but the pounding need to come. Abby’s pussy felt like a hot furnace, and it was taking everything he had not to pour himself into her. The lash hit again, and Sam groaned, allowing it to push him deeply into her channel. Sam pushed slightly against Abby’s hips and pulled his cock almost all the way out, waiting for the next strike.

“You are responsible for her happiness and her safety,” Jack continued. “If I am not around, I expect you to see to her needs before your own. You left her alone today, despite my implicit instructions.”

“Yes.” Sam knew he’d fucked up. Now, though, the guilt was leaving him. It seemed to float away as he was driven back into Abby’s body. There wasn’t room for guilt anymore. There was just sensation and passion and sweet emotion.

“You will follow my instructions to the letter from this day forward, or you’ll find yourself right back here,” Jack promised.

Sam wasn’t so sure here wasn’t his favorite place in the world, but he didn’t like the idea of letting Jack and Abby down. He did like the idea that he was responsible for her happiness. It made him feel worthy and that he had a place in the world. He wouldn’t do anything to betray the trust these two precious people placed in him.

“I promise. I promise both of you.”

Jack took a step back and sighed. “Go on then, Sam.”

Sam couldn’t contain his lust any longer, and he pounded forward as Jack walked around to the front of the bench and roughly shoved his jeans down his body and onto the floor. Sam realized quickly that Jack might have been calm, but he was anything but unaffected. His cock was huge and hard as he stroked it and got it into position. Sam fucked Abby’s pussy as Jack’s cock found her mouth.

“Open,” Jack commanded. Abby’s lips parted, and Jack’s cock began to disappear. “Let me use your mouth, sweetheart. You just relax. This won’t take long.”

The thought of Jack throat-fucking their gorgeous wife made Sam crazy. He pounded into Abby. Jack held her head in his hands and worked his cock in and out in perfect time to Sam’s thrusts.

“Breathe through your nose, Abby.” Jack’s voice was low and guttural. “I’m almost there. You feel so fucking good. Swallow me, Abigail. Swallow everything I give you. Don’t you lose a drop of my cum.”

Sam thrust in to his balls just as Jack’s head dropped back. Jack groaned, and he held her still for his orgasm. His big, strong body shook from the force of his seed jetting from his body. The sight triggered Sam’s orgasm, and his cum shot from his balls like a rocket deep into Abby’s warm, willing body. Sam felt every muscle he had release as the orgasm left him languid and sated and blissful. He was completely satisfied until he heard a soft cry from Abigail.

Jack was on his knees tearing at the restraints holding Abby’s arms down. He looked up at Sam. “Get her out of this, now,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

Sam immediately got down and quickly worked the straps that held her ankles. She was free in seconds, and Jack was hauling her up. Sam was terrified because Abby had tears running down her face.

“Baby, you can cry.” Jack’s face was grim as he pushed back her hair and held her gently.

Abby, given permission to let go, sobbed against him, holding on to him like he was a lifeline.

Jack looked completely helpless for once. “Where does it hurt, Abby?”

She shook her head.

“Abby,” Sam tried. He felt as bad as Jack looked. “You have to tell us where it hurts so we can fix it.”

Abby looked up at him, tears pooling in those big hazel eyes. Sam felt his heart seize at the thought that they had really hurt her.

“Too much,” she managed to hiccup out between sobs. “Too much everything.”

Jack got up, his body not straining at all under her weight. He moved swiftly to the massage table and laid her down. “Sam, get the salve and warm water. Abby, I’ll run a hot bath for you. I’ll take care of you.”

“I know,” she cried. “I’m so sorry I tried to leave. I love you so much. I never loved anyone…”

Sam handed Jack the items he’d requested. He breathed a small sigh of relief when he realized the problem had nothing to do with physical pain and everything to do with the overwhelming emotion between the three of them.

Sam leaned over, and his hands tangled in Abby’s hair as he held her close. “I love you, Abby. We’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry about the town or the Echols family or anything else. We’ll take care of it.” Sam kissed her and stood back. Abby relaxed back against the plush massage table. Jack used the warm wash cloth to tenderly wash between her legs.