Sleeping With The Moon Goddess

Losing Control

We made it to the cabin and as we walked in, I headed straight for the kitchen and, after searching, found what I was looking for, a bottle of bourbon. I didn’t quite care for the stuff, but I wanted some liquid courage. The more I thought about being alone with Ian and Damien, the more I thought about them completely uncontrolled, and that turned me on. I liked it when Ian manhandled me, I liked when he was rough. He was still always in control, but I wanted him to lose some of that control and I wanted Damien to do the same.

Earlier, my mind had gone back to the day when Ian first taught me about giving away my pain. He broke me and although he didn’t completely shatter me, and it was painful at first, it definitely did make me feel more powerful, stronger, and also turned on. I’m sure my arousal was becoming more and more noticeable the more I thought about it. The only thing I hadn’t worked out yet was how to convince them to lose control with me.

I poured myself another small glass of the bourbon before downing it. I turned to find Damien and Ian both standing in the living room watching me very closely. Now was as good of time as any.

“Do you want to tell me what’s been on your mind, baby girl?” Damien reached out to stroke my cheek.

“If I scared you, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I guess I lost control earlier.” Ian now said, worry coming through.

I positioned myself between them, turning and facing Ian. I put my hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes, “You did lose control earlier today, but you didn’t scare me. Quite the opposite, in fact. I don’t know if I can explain, but let me try to show you?”

I ran my hands up Ian’s chest, making my intentions known. He reached out and grabbed ahold of my waist, pulling me tight against him. He leaned down and began to kiss and suck on my neck. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation of his rough hands as they began to trail over my body. I turned myself around so that I could look at Damien. His eyes were as black as his wolf as he watched as Ian’s hands went up to find my breast before running down my stomach between my legs.

I liked the idea of Damien watching, it turned me on and gave me an idea. If I could get Damien to see that I was ok with taking things to another level, then maybe he would be more open to giving me what I wanted.

“Sit down” I asked, looking up at Ian, he took a step back and sat down on the couch.

I turned around and as I looked at Damien, I slowly began to undress, taking off everything except my lace panties. Damien appreciatively looked me up and down and I could see his c**k hard in his jeans, forcing him to reach down and adjust himself.

I reached the couch and sat down on Ian so that my back was fully pressed against his chest, and I was straddling him backwards. I slowly started gyrating my hips against him, making him harden beneath me. His hands on my hips gripped tightly as he encouraged me to continue to rock against him.

“Come here” I whispered as I used my finger to motion for Damien to come towards me and, of course, he happily did as I asked. When he reached me, he leaned down and kissed me with such need, I didn’t want him to stop. “I want you to watch me” I breathed out against his kiss.

His dark lustful eyes looked into mine as he kneeled onto the floor in front of me.

I leaned back into Ian’s chest, arching my back. Damien’s eyes following my every move. I ran both of my hands up my stomach and claiming my breasts I began to caress each of them. I let soft moans escape my lips as I enjoyed the pleasure I was giving myself. I could see Damien’s pulse beginning to quicken just as I could feel Ian’s.

Ian’s right hand slid down from my hip between my legs under the thin little piece of lace, finding my c**t he began to rub. Slow at first and then his fingers started to work faster, knowing that I was getting close. His other hand came up to grab my breast, roughly he kneaded it bringing me closer and closer.

“Harder” I whispered against Ian’s neck, so soft I don't think Damien heard me.

His grip on my breast tightened even more so than it already was. His hand came down and roughly grabbed at my side before claiming my other breast. I could tell a bruise would form on my hip, and that feeling left there, while sore, felt incredible. The feeling had me crying out with a mix of pain and pleasure. My breathing was quick, my pulse racing.

Damien’s hand rubbed himself over his jeans, turning me on even more, but I could tell watching him that he had taken note of just how rough Ian was being with my body. I could tell he was conflicted.

I was almost to the edge; Ian knew I was close.

“Not yet baby, not yet.” Ian whispered in my ear.

Ian’s fingers suddenly grabbed my c**t and pinched it slightly, his hand then slapped down between my legs hard against my swollen bud, sending a shock wave between my legs, causing me to cry out at the fleeting painful jolt.

“Stop! You’re hurting her!” Damien yelled at Ian as he moved himself closer in front of us. He removed Ian’s hand from between my legs and pulled his other hand from my breast, “You’re even bruising her” he said as he looked at my chest, “You can’t be so rough with her.” I could feel Ian go still, before he had a chance to doubt himself, I spoke up.

“No Damien, he’s not. Please, don’t make him stop.” I put my hands over Ian’s and placed them back on my body, encouraging him to continue, “I like it when he’s rough with me. I don’t want him to stop.”

“You know that I would never truly hurt her” Ian stated, almost hurt that Damien would think that of him.

Damien searched my eyes for several seconds, “If it’s too much, you say something.”

“I will, but please, I don’t want him to hold back.” My voice desperate, pleading, and full of need. “I need more.”

I turned to look at Ian, grabbing his face. I kissed him hungrily, “I don’t ever want you to hold yourself back with me.” I told him, making sure he understood. “The Ian I saw earlier today, he was powerful, ruthless, unrelenting. That’s the Ian I want now.” He greedily claimed my mouth again as his hand went back between my legs. His fingers again finding my c**t, now swollen and even more sensitive, making every touch more electric.

Ian’s other hand gripped my side as he rocked my body against him, his grip tightened as I moved. I could feel him hard beneath me as I slid against him.

Damien reached out and at first gently grabbed one of my breasts. He then began to squeeze with more force, the harder he did, the quicker my panting became. “This is, ok?” he asked, as he gripped even harder.

“Oh yes Damien, harder, please don’t stop” I could tell he was hesitant; he'd never grabbed me this hard before.

Finally, Damien’s grip tightened to the point that the pain was ready to push me over the edge.

“Please, Ian” I cried out, wanting his permission to let go.

“You can c*m baby”

My cries caught in my throat for several seconds as my body jerked underneath their strong hands that never once let up. I could feel my juices running down my thighs, my lace panties completely drenched.

Damien then grabbed me and roughly pulled me towards him, meeting me halfway between Ian’s legs, “So you like it rough?” he growled into my ear. I could hear just how turned on he was.

“I know you like to be spanked. What else do you like baby girl?”

My head was still spinning, I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to speak, I just knew that I wanted them to keep going.

“I can show you something else she likes” Ian said in a wickedly sinful voice.