Bound

by Sophie Oak

  She hated the fact that even while she knew this would go badly,

  her pussy was starting to ache. She wasn’t sure why Beck seemed to

  be so willing to give her what she wanted. He would hate her

  afterward for this, but there was no question Meg wanted the change

  in Beck to be real. “I told you, I won’t try to leave again. Let me go.

  I’ll stay in the room in the barn. You two can fuck each other for all I

  care.”

  Beck pulled her up by her bound hands. True to his word, she was

  pulled over his lap. She kicked, but he was far too strong. He held her

  down, placing one strong hand on her back. “I warned you, Meg.”

  He pulled her skirt up, tossing it over her back, and her naked ass

  felt the slight chill in the air. It wasn’t cold for long as Beck’s hand

  came down in a short arc.

  Meg gasped as the pain hit her sharply. She didn’t have a chance

  to breathe before he smacked her other cheek just as hard. These

  weren’t the playful taps Cian had given her. Beck meant business.

  Tears formed in her eyes, but before she could shed them, the heat

  bloomed deep inside her, and she felt her pussy cream. Fuck him, but

  he was right. This was exactly what she wanted. She bit her bottom

  lip to keep from begging him to continue.

  “That’s a pretty sight, love,” Beck drawled as he ran his hand

  across her cheeks. Meg heard him take a deep breath. “Open yourself

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  to me, Meg. You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really

  hurting you.”

  Meg stubbornly kept the mental walls in place just as Cian had

  taught her. The mental walls stopped her from broadcasting her every

  emotion to the brothers.

  Another sudden blow landed on her butt. Meg groaned, waiting

  for the pain to turn to arousal. She was glad they couldn’t see her

  face.

  “I can keep it up all night, Meg,” Beck promised. “You’ll give me

  what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender

  everything I ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until

  then, I think there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”

  Meg gasped as he spread her thighs and roughly shoved two

  fingers straight up her cunt. He wasn’t shielding at all now, and she

  felt his deep satisfaction with what he found there.

  “She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asked.

  “Brother, she’s on fire,” Beck replied, rotating his fingers inside

  her. Meg couldn’t stay still. She squirmed, trying to get those fingers

  to hit her sweet spot. He pulled his fingers out, and Meg wanted to cry

  at their loss. He slapped her ass again. “And she’s not very attentive.

  Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move. I’ve thought an awful lot

  about what’s gone wrong between us, Meg.”

  “You’re an asshole.” It just came out, and Meg closed her eyes

  just before the blow landed. There was no hiding her low moan this

  time.

  “You really like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice was filled

  with gratified wonder as his hands caressed the spot he’d struck. Meg

  felt him lean over and place a kiss at the base of her spine.

  “I told you,” Cian said quietly. His hand joined Beck’s. Meg

  turned enough to see that Cian had already tossed off his clothes. He

  liked to be naked as much as possible. Some days she had to force

  him into his clothes. He would just walk around in a constant,

  tempting state of undress. “She’s perfect for us.”

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  “Let’s see if she is,” Beck said with a laugh. He moved Meg off

  his lap and onto her knees. “You look so gorgeous with your hands

  bound. Your skin is flush with sexual arousal. Do you know what that

  does to me?” He calmly pulled at the fastening on his pants and freed

  his cock. Meg felt his eyes on her. She licked her lips as she took in

  the sight of him stroking that big, hard dick. “Are you going to obey

  me, Meg?”

  That deep voice promised all manner of delight if she said yes.

  Meg knew that if she did as he asked, there was a chance he would

  reject her afterward. She had pushed him to this. He had been upset

  when she claimed she loved Cian, but not him. It wasn’t true. She’d

  been crazy about Beck from the moment she’d seen him. She’d never

  believed in love at first sight, but that was pretty much what had

  happened with her and Beck. Somehow, she’d known she was made

  for him. She’d fought it, but the emotion she felt every time she even

  thought of him wouldn’t go away. Her stomach was in knots of

  indecision before she finally realized she would take every chance he

  gave her.

  “Yes, damn it,” she said.

  Beck sighed. “Ci, if you would.”

  Meg felt her skirt being raised just before Cian’s hand came down

  on her ass. It wasn’t as firm as Beck’s, but it stung all the same. The

  skin of her ass hummed with heat.

  “Language,” Cian explained with a smile on his face. Cian winked

  at her. He moved into position behind her. His hand went to the waist

  of her skirt. “It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going

  to take care of Beck, and I’m going to have a little playtime with that

  sweet pussy of yours.”

  “Not a word,” Beck warned when she opened her mouth to ask a

  question. “The only word you need to use is, ‘yes.’ Now, lift up and

  let Ci take off that skirt.”

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  She did as he asked, and Cian’s hands smoothed the garment off

  her body. He pressed his pelvis against her backside, letting her feel

  how much he wanted her as his hand undid the ties on her shirt.

  “I love these tits,” he said, cupping them as he pushed his erection

  against the folds of her ripe pussy. Meg moaned as he teased her. He

  made sure he never hit her clitoris.

  Beck looked down on her with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play

  with you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told, Meg. Do you

  understand?”

  “He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” Meg said, trying to push

  back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughed and

  smacked her ass again. “I mean, yes,” she corrected quickly.

  “Better, love,” Beck said, standing up.

  He pushed his pants off his hips and tossed them aside. He did the

  same with his shirt. Cian pulled Meg into position. Her hands stayed

  in front of her as Cian continued to torture her with his cock and his

  fingers. They slid through her soaking wet slit. Meg whimpered

  because he kept her perfectly aroused with no real hope of coming.

  She would have to please Beck before she had any chance at pleasure.

  She felt like a sweet little toy between them.

  “Open,” Beck commanded. He held his cock in his hands and

  moved to her mouth.

  Meg obediently parted her lips, and Beck thrust himself in. He

  groaned as the head of his cock entered her mouth. Behind her, Cian

  sighed. Meg knew Cian was sharing the sensation with
his brother.

  “Lick it,” Beck ordered. “Lick the head. I’m going to teach you

  how I like my cock sucked. I expect you to remember, love.”

  Meg pulled back and licked the engorged head of her husband’s

  dick. She lapped up the cream of his arousal and whirled her tongue

  all around the ridge of his penis. Beck’s hands petted her hair, letting

  her know he approved.

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  “Lick down to the base,” Beck said as he closed his eyes. “I love

  the feel of your little tongue all over my cock. That’s right. Lick it all over.”

  Behind her, Cian was moving. He shoved her legs apart, but she

  made sure she didn’t lose Beck. She gently licked down the shaft,

  making sure not to miss a centimeter of his erection.

  Beck lifted his cock up, giving Meg access to his balls. “Lick the

  balls, wife, and then suck them, one at a time.”

  Just as Meg touched her tongue to his round, tight balls, she

  gasped as Cian slid under her and parted the cheeks of her ass. He

  sank his hands into the flesh of her bottom and held her still. He

  licked her from the edge of her cunt all the way to her clit as his

  fingers played with her anus. The feeling was so forbidden that she

  shivered. One finger lightly rimmed her anus.

  Beck growled. “I’ll make him stop if it distracts you. You see to

  me first, Meg. I am in charge here. Do you understand?”

  Meg nodded silently, whimpering just a little as Cian grabbed her

  hips and shoved his strong tongue straight up her cunt. It felt so good,

  and she could feel his joy in pleasing her. Despite the walls she had

  put up, Cian’s emotion was getting through. Cian’s satisfaction with

  her taste and smell and touch swept over her mind. She tried to focus

  on the job at hand. She leaned forward and curled her tongue around

  Beck’s balls.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels good, wife,” Beck praised her. “Suck it into

  your mouth. Yes, hold it for a second. Oh, yeah.”

  Meg concentrated fiercely because Cian was doing his best to

  distract her. He tongue-fucked her pussy while trying to gently work

  his finger into the little rosebud of her ass. It burned and tantalized at the same time. She had to force herself to keep still or she would be

  shoving her ass against that finger of Ci’s. He pressed his finger in,

  and Meg felt her asshole clench around the invading digit.

  “Stop,” Beck commanded. Meg pulled back. “Open your mouth

  and relax. I’m going to fuck your mouth, love. You remember the

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  arena? I liked that. It was the best sex of my life. You relax and let me

  use your mouth. Ci’s going to let you come after I do, but only if

  you’re a good girl.”

  “Yes,” Meg said, wanting that orgasm with her whole being. She

  wanted to share it with them. Being surrounded by Beck and Cian,

  bombarded with their passion and emotion was the most intimate

  experience of her life.

  Between the pleasure Cian was giving her and the dominance

  Beck was showing, Meg was utterly breathless. Before she could

  inhale, though, Beck was shoving his dick forward, feeding his long,

  thick length into her mouth. Meg had to stop and remember to breathe

  through her nose. She went passive and allowed Beck to completely

  take the lead.

  “That’s right, love,” Beck sighed. “Relax. I want your walls down.

  I want to feel you, all of you.”

  Meg let her walls drop away and the bond between the three of

  them opened fully.

  “Yes, wife. That’s what I want. Flood me with it.”

  “I told you she wants this,” Cian said, pulling briefly away. “Can’t

  you feel her joy?”

  Once she opened the gates, she was flooded with them as well.

  She felt Beck’s relief at finally letting his dominant side out. She felt

  Cian’s peace at sharing her with his brother. Beck and Cian were

  complete. That was what sharing her meant to them. Meg completed

  them.

  Beck’s hands went to the knot at the back of her head. He released

  her hair. Beck wound his fingers in it and ruthlessly used it to control

  her movement.

  Meg moaned. She was grateful for her bound hands as Beck

  began to fuck her mouth in earnest. It would have been hard not to

  touch him. Now it was simple to give up her will and concentrate on

  feeling.

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  Beck’s thoughts assailed her. Beck loved the feel of her mouth.

  He loved how tight and warm the hole was and how her lips looked as

  they sucked on his cock. He was in full domination mode, and there

  was nothing more beautiful to him than the sight of her complying.

  He threw back his head and stopped thinking. This was what he’d

  always wanted, what he’d needed and not been able to get. A deep

  gratitude meshed with his desire, and it nearly brought tears to Meg’s

  eyes. She felt the connection to Beck. It was what she had missed all

  of her life, too.

  Suddenly Cian’s feelings pushed at her. Beck’s emotions receded

  to the background as Cian took over. Oh, she needed him, too. Cian

  loved the taste of her pussy. He could eat her all day. It was tangy and

  sweet in his mouth. He adored her. She was his to please, and that

  fulfilled something deep inside Cian. He needed someone to love and

  take care of. He needed someone who needed him. Cian’s hand

  lightly caressed the cheeks of her ass as he devoured her pussy. He

  couldn’t wait to fuck her there.

  All the while, Meg sent out her own feelings. Their emotions

  meshed until she wasn’t sure who was feeling what, and she just

  didn’t care.

  Beck groaned, and Meg felt that he was close. She breathed

  deeply as he bumped the back of her throat.

  “Swallow around me,” he ordered roughly as he forced her to take

  the whole of him.

  Meg complied, tightening around his pulsing cock. She swallowed

  and teased the sensitive underside of his dick with her tongue. He was

  so big he filled her, but she could move a little.

  Beck’s voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Goddess, I’m coming. You

  swallow what I give you.”

  Beck pulled almost out of her mouth and then shoved his way

  back in. His hands pulled at her scalp as he held her very still. He

  groaned low and then everything in him released. Meg felt the first

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  hot jet of his cum hit the back of her throat. She worked furiously to

  swallow every drop of the salty cream he poured into her.

  She sucked while his cock softened, and his hands gentled in her

  hair as he came down from the high. Meg licked his cock lovingly

  because she could feel his happiness. There was no abrupt break in

  their bond. He wasn’t upset. A sense of peace flowed from Beck’s

  mind. He wasn’t about to reject her.

  “Mo shonuachar,” he whispered with a happy sigh as he stroked

  her.

  He was the passive one now, allowing her to lick his softening

  dick clean. She thoroughly cleaned him from the tiny slit of the head<
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  all the way to his balls. He loved having her play with his balls. She

  would remember that. She curled her tongue around one and then the

  other.

  He chuckled before gently pulling away. He undid the ties on her

  hands. “Thank you, love. I believe it’s Ci’s turn. Do what he tells you

  to or I’ll tie you up again, and I won’t let you out the rest of the

  night.”

  Beck was catching his breath as he sat back in the rocking chair.

  He looked very satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent

  smile broke over Beck’s face. Meg cried out as Cian pulled his face

  away from her pussy. He gripped her hips and shoved her down his

  body.

  “Ride my cock, Meggie,” he ordered. Her playful lover was gone.

  He used his hands to lower her slowly onto his throbbing dick. His

  face was turned up as he watched his flesh disappear into hers. “Do

  you know what he just called you, mo shonuachar?”

  Meg shook her head, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of

  Cian filling her. He moved with painstaking slowness. Cian had

  always been careful with her and enjoyed prolonging the pleasure.

  Cian flexed his hips up and seated himself fully inside her tight,

  soaking pussy. “Soul mate. Our soul’s mate. I love you, mo

  shonuachar.”

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  Meg felt tears well in her eyes. She reached down and cupped the

  strong line of Cian’s jaw. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she

  kissed him. “I love you, too.” She sighed as she pulled her torso back

  up. She looked at Beck and opened her every emotion to him. “I love

  you.”

  Beck smiled. His face was open, and he looked younger than she

  could ever remember seeing him. Beck always had a heavy mantle of

  responsibility clinging to him, but now all she could see was his

  satisfaction. “I love you, wife. Never doubt it. Now lean back and let

  Ci fuck that pussy. Put your hands on his thighs.”

  Meg leaned back. It pushed her breasts forward. They bounced

  with every thrust of Cian’s cock. Beck was already getting hard again.

  Meg closed her eyes. Cian’s hands gripped her hips. He slammed her

  down on his cock. He controlled the pace and swiveled his hips up,

  tunneling into her pussy and hitting that spot, making her moan.

  “Does that feel good, lover?” Cian laughed as he watched her