Runaway Love

down into a kiss.

I was laying on the back lip of the boat, with a leg dangling in the water, when I felt a shadow in the heat of the sun. I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted at the silhouette of Sean. He dropped to his knees beside me and pulled me "I wish you wouldn't lay there, what if you fell off?" He said pulling away.

"Well then I pull myself back up onto the boat, or climb the ladder. I can swim, Sean, I'm pregnant, not an invalid." I snapped laying back down.

I realized I had spoken a bit sharply and it wasn't the first time today I'd been short. I knew I wasn't being fair, but I was tired of being handled with kid gloves. They wouldn't let me do anything on my own, and I wanted that. During my day of soaking up the sun and water I realized I had forgotten the promise I made to myself, only a few months ago, to never rely on a man again. Their doting ways had me so dependent on them it terrified me.

He paused, before standing up sharply and turning on his heel. His voice mixed with Oliver's, but I couldn't make out what was being said. I ignored them and went back to my original position. I was settled and comfortable again with my eyes closed, just starting to drift off when I felt another shadow.

Frustration filled me, and I sat up while roughly tugging my sunglasses off. Oliver stood before me with an expressionless face, but his arms were crossed. The position pulled his shirt tight around his shoulders and arms.

Part of me wanted to yield, he was a force to be reckoned with. I remembered how often our stubborn heads butted during high school. The other part wanted to jump his bones. He had grown up, and filled out in all the right places, making him drool worthy.

"What is wrong?" he asked with a monotone voice, like he was tired of dealing with me. It sent a spike of hurt through me.

"Nothing. I'm trying to relax and enjoy the day, but I'm being pestered and smothered by you two." I said, spreading my arms wide in anger.

Hurt passed over his face, and I realized how I phrased it. I mentally face palmed myself, I had let my temper loose and hadn't thought before I spoke. I hadn't meant to hurt him. "Pestered and smothered, huh?"

I looked at my feet. I hadn't meant it that way. I just wanted a little more independence. I had planned on talking to them when we got home, but then I opened my mouth and inserted my foot.

"I asked a question, Joselyn. Is that really how you feel?" He asked his tone dark.

"No."

"Then why say it? What's really going on, little one." He asked, his tone softer, but still holding a commanding tone.

"I planned on talking to you guys tonight. I just lost my temper. I'm sorry." I played with my sunglasses in front of my belly, still not able to meet his face.

"That's not what I asked, Josie. Answer my question and we'll address your temper later." He said, his hand stopping my fidgeting.

"I just want a little more independence. The last time I was controlled by a man, I made excuses for bruises. I can't do that again. I want to have control of my life and be able to be independent." I rushed out. "Are you comparing us to that bastard, Josh?" Sean cut in.

"NO! I'm not, that's not what I meant at all." I all but shouted at him. "I just feel like sometimes, you are a little over protective. I'm not a little girl, I'm a grown woman, and I can make decisions for myself. I can also lay where I want, or dress how I want, or anything else. I don't have to have a man telling me what to do."

"There's no need to yell." Oliver said, his tone heavy and dark.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice, I'm just frustrated."

"Why did you hold this in so long? Is that what has been bothering you all day?" Sean asked, closing in on me.

"I was trying to figure out how to phrase it so it didn't sound hurtful, or unappreciative. You have done so much for me, and I didn't want to push you away."

"Sugar, by not talking to us, that's exactly what you did. The only way this relationship works is with communication. We can't read your mind. We may be good at reading your body and posturing, but we can only tell something is up, not what that is." Sean stepped closer and reached out to me.

I pulled away and turned to face the back of the boat, my back going to them. I took a steadying breath and looked over the water. He was right, by trying to sort this out by myself I had isolated myself from them. The frustration I was feeling bubbled out and I snapped at them on and off during the day.

"I'm sorry, I didn't trust you guys to be able to handle my emotions. I know that you care. I didn't communicate, and it hurt you. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I'm so sorry." I said, my shoulders falling.

I felt warm hands land on my shoulders and turn me toward a chest. I inhaled and smelled Oliver's woodsy scent.

"I'm sorry that you felt we couldn't handle it. We've talked about how important communication is. This is exactly why. If you had trusted us, we could have had a discussion before you got so upset and snapped at us." He said holding me gently.

"You know what we have to do though, to further reinforce this?" Sean asked, moving a few loose hairs out of my face.

I nodded against Oliver's chest.

"Words, little one." Oliver's voice rumbled through his chest.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry I disappointed you. I promise to do better."

"You may be sorry, but you'll be more sorry later." Sean said, turning and starting the engine.

Oliver ushered me to the front of the boat and pulled up the anchor. We rode back to the dock in silence. Sean tied the boat and Oliver and I got in the SUV. It was a quiet ride home, each of us in our own mind.

"Go upstairs, I want you naked with your arms and ankles spread out on the bed." Sean said as he locked the door behind us.

I took off for the bedroom, and undressed, placing my bathing suit and cover in the hamper and my shoes in the closet. I laid as he asked, and waited for them. It only took a moment before I heard the door open.

I felt them tie my limbs down, and Oliver put a blind fold on me. I heard some rustling and then heard lube squirt. I felt pressure, and I squirmed as my tight sphincter burned.

"Relax, darling. You've done this before." Sean coached.

I took a deep breath, and did my best to relax my muscles. I beared down as the widest part stretched me, and sighed when settled. The plug started to buzz, and I felt something pushing on my core. I realized it was a vibrating egg and mentally groaned, remembering the last time I had this intense stimulation.

The egg joined the plug in vibration and I took a deep breath knowing they wouldn't let me come yet. I was a little confused about how this was a punishment. The feeling was intense, but pleasurable. The buzzing started pulsing, and I moaned as the pressure started to build.

Suddenly, they turned off. I groaned as I felt my orgasm ebb away. I laid there waiting to see what would happen next, and then felt the vibrators start again. This time they alternated between short and long pulses. Once I again I start to feel the tendrils of an orgasm draw near, and the vibrators shut off. I sighed, and sunk deeper into the bed, the realization dawning that this was the punishment-no release.

"I think our little minx has caught on to how we are punishing her." Sean said from my left.

"I don't think she realizes how far we are willing to push her yet, though." Oliver said from my right.

The buzzing started again, and I felt the bed dip. My left nipple was taken into Sean's mouth and sucked on. I groaned as he bit down slightly, he released my nipple and sucked further into his mouth. I released it, grazing his teeth over the end of my nipple. I pushed my chest out the best I could as his mouth withdrew completely, silently begging for more. He moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. I groaned as the buzzing got stronger, and my orgasm started flirting with my internal organs again.

"Please, please let me come. Please, I need to come so bad."

"Nope." Oliver said as Sean climbed off the bed and the buzzing stopped.

This pattern continued for what seemed like hours. They would use the vibrators and their mouths and hands on my breasts to bring me to the edge of orgasm, to stop and let me calm down before starting all over again. It was taking less and less time for me to get to the brink of release. I felt the vibrators start again, but this time another buzzing sound joined them and it touched my clit. My hips thrust in the air, and I squealed. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygoood! Please let me come, please, sir, I have to come, please."

"No, you are not allowed to come. If you do, you won't come for days, while we keep you on edge. I can promise you that, sugar. Do you hear me?" Oliver asked with a soft slap to my thigh. "Yes, sir." I realized I was sobbing.

Everything stopped, and the egg was pulled from my center. I groaned as my arms and legs were released, each man massaging them as my muscles tightened at being free.

"Close your eyes, darling, it's bright." Sean warned as he pulled the blind fold off. I blinked at the brightness and brought my hands up to wipe the tears from my eyes.

"You did well, sugar. Let's go to sleep." Oliver cooed in my ear as he and Sean settled around me. "Don't you dare touch yourself." He warned as he sighed deeply.

It was only moments before I heard their breathing change and realized they were sleeping. I squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but I came to the conclusion that it would be impossible. I groaned softly and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the hunger coming from my core. It was going to be a long night.