by Tara Rose
Nevada massaged her clit with one hand, and her left breast with the other. Landon’s dick inside her hurt for just a moment, but then once he was all the way in, Saffron was so overcome with unbelievable passion that she only felt like she was going to come again, and this time it would never stop. He fucked her slowly, almost gingerly, and she wanted to tell him to do it faster, but she could hardly catch her breath.
“How does that feel?” asked Nevada.
“Oh…incredible…I can hardly believe it…”
The men exchanged a quick smile, and then Landon pulled out and he and Nevada switched places. “She’s really tight.”
“Is that good?” she asked.
Landon gave her a hot kiss as Nevada began to push his dick inside her. This time, there was no pain. Only a sense of urgency that she didn’t understand but loved. When Landon released the kiss, he nuzzled her neck, sending shock waves of desire through her body. “Yes, it’s good that you’re so tight, love. It feels fucking incredible.”
“I didn’t know it would be like this.” Tears spilled over her lashes as every emotion she couldn’t even process came crashing down over her. “I didn’t think it would feel so good. I didn’t know it would be so…so…so fun.”
Nevada groaned softly and pulled out, taking Landon’s place at her head. Landon slipped his dick inside her pussy again, and this time he fucked her a bit harder, but Saffron loved it. Nevada kissed her gently then cupped her face. “It’s perfect, Saffron. Absolutely amazing and perfect. Thank you so much.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. Nevada wiped away her tears, and then he lay next to her and stroked her face, her hair, and her breasts as Landon’s thrusting increased. Saffron cried out in pleasure when Nevada moved his hand to her clit. He gently massaged it, and Saffron watched the veins stand out on Landon’s neck as he groaned loudly now. His movements became short and jerky, and she knew he’d come. She hoped that her pussy had been as pleasing for him as her mouth had been, and wanted to ask, but couldn’t form the words.
When he withdrew, he took off the condom and lay next to her while Nevada fucked her pussy again, roughly this time. She glanced at Landon. “Was that as good as my mouth? I have to know.”
“Oh, Saffron…” Nevada massaged her abdomen, her breasts, and her clit as his thrusting increased. “You feel wonderful.”
“Thank you.”
“It was just as good, love,” said Landon. “I love them both. Your pretty mouth and your juicy, wet pussy.”
Saffron bit her lip and writhed against Nevada’s touch. When he came inside her, she took several deep breaths, hoping this heady feeling of complete and total pleasure never went away. He pulled out, took off his condom, and lay on the other side of her, pulling her into his arms.
Saffron drifted off to sleep, listening to the men snoring softly. She smiled, wondering if they’d fuck her again when they woke up, and if it would feel as good the next time. She never wanted this total and unconditional surrender of her body, her heart, and her soul to end. It was as if she’d been born for this. But how could that be? And why was she even questioning it?
She snuggled against Nevada’s warm body, and behind her Landon stirred in his sleep long enough to move closer to her and molded his body around hers. For tonight, she had them both. And that comforting thought followed her down into her dreams.
Chapter Fifteen
Saffron woke while it was still dark. She had to pee like crazy, and she slid off the bed as quietly as possible so she didn’t wake Landon or Nevada. It was chilly in the cabin. The fire had gone out, but she wasn’t sure if they’d want her to start another one. After she used the bathroom, she looked for an open window, but they were all closed. She hadn’t closed them, so one of the men must have done so.
She didn’t want to mess with logs and paper, and she wasn’t sure where the matches were, at any rate, so she crawled back in between Landon and Nevada instead, and pulled the comforter from where it was folded at the foot of the bed over the three of them. She was almost asleep when she felt movement and it roused her again.
Landon went into the bathroom, and when he returned he put another log on the fire and then crumpled up paper. The matches were in his backpack. Saffron sat up and watched him get another fire going. He smiled as he crawled back under the covers, pulling her into arms.
“I wish we could stay here all the time,” he said. “The three of us.” That surprised her. Maybe he was still half-asleep? “But I don’t suppose that’s possible, is it?”
She pulled out of his embrace at the sadness in his voice so she could look into his eyes. “I don’t know, Landon. I don’t know what’s going to happen now. But we’re here, tonight, together. Please hold me.” Hot fear raced through her veins, as if someone had filled them with burning coals. She didn’t want to think about her uncle and whoever else might be out there by now, looking for her. He couldn’t shift yet, but the others could.
Landon pulled her close again. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t. I just can’t think about our reality yet.”
How long had it taken her uncle to realize she’d run away? Not more than a few hours, surely. She’d left before dawn, but by early morning she was usually in the kitchen, making coffee and breakfast for him and anyone else who had stayed the night. He had frequent houseguests. They’d miss her by that time, certainly. Or would he assume she’d gone out to the market that early? Would he wonder if something bad had happened to her and start asking around the village?
“You look deep in thought. Want to talk about it?”
“How did you know?” He couldn’t see her face right now.
“I can feel it.”
“Landon, I think you have more powers than you know.”
He shrugged. “I suppose so. I’ve always been able to do the things I can, so I guess I never really compared myself to other humans that much.”
She moved away from him again so that she could see his face. “Tonight wasn’t your first time making love, was it? Was she human?”
The corners of his mouth turned up. “You sense things about people, too. Do you realize that?”
“Sometimes. When I stop to think about it.”
He nodded. “That’s how it is with me, too. When I stop to think about it, I realize that I’m different.” He took a deep breath and shifted his weight on the bed. “Her name was Joanne and she lives in Passion Peak. I was only fifteen, and she was a senior in high school.”
“So, she was eighteen then?”
“Yes. But then she went away to college in Florida and never moved back home. I was heartbroken.”
“I’m sorry.”
He chuckled. “Saffron, you’re such a sweet girl. I’m so sorry that you’re being chased. We should have let you go.”
“But if you had…” She stopped because she didn’t know how to put it into words. What had she done to both of them by allowing this to happen tonight?
He brushed a finger along her face, sending a thrill straight to her sore pussy. “If you had, I’d be home in my tiny apartment right now, probably watching TV or jerking off to porn.”
She tried not to laugh, but couldn’t help it. Next to her, Nevada stirred in his sleep. “Landon, don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s true. My life was empty before I saw you. I’m sorry you’re in this mess, but no matter what happens, I will never be sorry that we brought you here. Never.”
Saffron was so overcome with emotion that she melted into his arms again, unable to think of something appropriate to say. What would happen to all of them now? She felt the same as Landon. As bizarre as this day became when he and Nevada chained her up inside this cabin, it had turned out to be the most exciting, erotic day of her life.
“What are you two talking about? How long have we been asleep?” Nevada crawled out of bed and padded toward the bathroom.
Saffron sat up. As long as they were awake again, they might as well
spend the time together. Who knew how little time they had? She hugged her knees and glanced at Landon’s tat. “I noticed that earlier. Nevada has the same one.”
“All the men in his village do. They took me into town when I was sixteen so I could get one.”
“Didn’t anyone ask about it?”
He shrugged. “The people in Passion Peak have grown up with the Legend of Sleepy Cat and the Ruiz family’s odd ways. They’re used to them, and wouldn’t think there was anything odd about all of us getting the same tat.”
“It’s beautiful.” She reached over and ran her hand across it. “Does it hurt?”
He shook his head. “No. It did when I got it, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“I always wanted one, but girls don’t get them, you see.”
“What?” Nevada came back out of the bathroom and walked toward them. “Girls don’t get what?”
“Tats.”
“That’s ridiculous. You want one? We’ll take you into town tomorrow and get you one.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of all three of them just waltzing into Passion Peak to go to a tattoo parlor, as if they lived ordinary lives and no one would question who she was, or where she came from. But she loved Nevada for pretending it was so.
He brushed his hands up her legs and she shivered in anticipation. “Why is the idea of you getting a tattoo funny?”
“It’s not. It’s the image of us walking into town as if nothing were wrong that made me laugh.”
His eyes grew dark. “I wish we could. I wish the League of Exitium didn’t exist, and I wish you didn’t have an uncle who is more than likely looking for you right now.”
“I do, too, Nevada.” She didn’t want to ruin this night by talking about her uncle or the Rosens again. “So tell me what we would do if we could go to Passion Peak. Besides the tattoo, what else would we do?”
“Well, we’d have breakfast at Doli’s Diner on Pioneer Lane. Doli is descended from one of the original Apache tribes to settle this area. The place needs some serious updating, but the food is great.”
“Then what?” She glanced from one man to the other as her arousal built. It didn’t matter what they said. She loved listening to their voices, and it felt so natural being with them right now, sitting together in this big bed, talking about plans that were so normal she almost believed they would carry them out.
“I’d give you a tour of Notus,” said Landon. “And maybe I’d sneak you into a wind turbine.”
“What’s it like inside one?”
He laughed. “Loud! At least, until I turn off the motor so I can work up there. And shaky.”
“What are they made out of?”
“Titanium, but they move with the breeze. At least, I can feel them move.”
“Do you think you’re more sensitive to that than others?”
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
“What else would we do in town?”
“Juniper Street is beautiful,” said Nevada. “That’s where my family sets up the tent every day. They have thousands of flowers planted along it, and there’s a forty-foot totem pole in the middle of the street with carvings from six Native American tribes.”
“It sounds magnificent. I want to see it.”
“Maybe one day you will.”
Nevada looked so sad, and Saffron struggled to keep the conversation on a light note. “What else is on that street? Tell me about the shops.”
“Well, let’s see. There’s a hair salon, and a drugstore…and, oh. I know. Sassy Brassy.” He cut his gaze toward the rings in the ceiling. “That’s the fetish shop where we bought those cuffs we put on you.”
She laughed as embarrassment rose up her neck and face. “Here you go again with the bondage stuff.”
Landon scooted closer and began to stroke her arms, sending shivers up and down her spine once again. “Not only cuffs and chains. They have floggers, paddles, whips, and all kinds of interesting things. Just imagine the possibilities, Saffron.”
“I wish I could see it in person.”
“You never did tell us how you know about this stuff,” said Nevada, narrowing his eyes.
“Books.”
“What kind of books?”
She knew she was beet red by now, but she’d come this far. “The kind that you hide from people and read with your giggling friends, or on your own.”
“I see. So you’ve read about bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism then?”
“Well, some.”
“And what do you think, Saffron?” Nevada brushed his hands over her breasts, eliciting soft moans from her. She couldn’t seem to look away from his dark, intense gaze. “Does the idea of sex with a little kink excite you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She couldn’t get the image of being bent over his knee earlier out of her head.
“You enjoyed that spanking, didn’t you?”
She nodded. Words weren’t possible right now. Her pulse raced and breathing was difficult. Her pussy was soaked once more, and she didn’t know how both their dicks could be hard and red again, but they were. She wanted them inside her. Her mouth, her pussy, even her ass if that’s what they wanted to do. She wanted to experience everything she’d ever fantasized about with these two.
“Maybe we should experiment a bit, then? Whatever we don’t have here, we can improvise.”
“Whatever you two want.”
Landon chuckled. “Careful, Saffron. You might regret that statement.”
“No. I won’t. I want you both. All of you. I want to do things I’ve only dreamed about, or read about. I don’t know how much time we have. I don’t know what will happen in the morning, or the day after, or even next week. I don’t even know if I’ll be alive by then, or if you will.” She swallowed hard so that she wouldn’t cry again.
“I only know that you two are the most beautiful, sexy, charming men I have ever met. And even if you’re not my mates, I don’t care. I want you. I’m here now, and so are you. Please…let’s just enjoy this. Please. It may be my only chance, and I will never, ever regret any of it. Not one single minute.”
Chapter Sixteen
Saffron wrapped her arms around Nevada as he covered her body with his. She parted her lips right away as his mouth moved over hers, and she moaned in the back of her throat as his tongue and lips teased hers. The man could kiss. Landon moved off the bed, but she couldn’t watch where he went. She was lost in Nevada’s kisses, his hands in her hair, and then on her ass cheeks as he rolled them onto their sides.
He massaged her, spread them gently and teased the opening to her anus and to her wet pussy, while Saffron tried to just keep breathing. Her pussy and clit were sore but she didn’t care. She wanted both men to fuck her again. She wanted them to tie her up and spank her, and then fuck her silly. She didn’t even understand where these fantasies had come from, and she no longer cared. She only knew this was what she wanted right now, and nothing else would do.
She jumped when something hard and wooden smacked each ass cheek. Nevada released the kiss and laughed. “Dude, warn me next time. You almost hit my hand.”
“Sorry.” Landon rolled Saffron onto her back and had her wrists over her head before she could grasp the fact that he had the wrist cuffs in one hand, and was putting them on her. By the time she focused through the fog of lust that had settled over her brain, her wrists were cuffed together and the leather locked in place. “Now, we’re going to have some fun with Saffron.”
“What if I have to pee?” She was giggling so hard she could barely ask the question.
“She needs a safeword,” said Landon, smacking the wooden spoon he’d hit her with against his palm. “That’s what they use at Indulgence.”
“What’s Indulgence?”
“It’s the BDSM club in Passion Peak,” said Nevada. “Nash Stonecraft runs it.”
She glanced at Landon. “You’ve been there?” What would that be like? She had a million questions for him.
“Only once. So, okay. Your safeword is ‘blue spruce.’ You say that, and we stop immediately. Agreed?”
“I guess. You two seem to know more about this than I do.”
“We know a bit,” said Nevada, “But you need to understand that no matter what this looks like, we would never actually hurt you. We would never push you past your limits.”
She smiled at him. “I know that, Nevada. I trust you both.”
He kissed her again, and then he rolled her onto her stomach, but it wasn’t very comfortable with her hands over her head, and she told him so.
“Let’s have her lie on her side instead.”
Once she was on her side and had assured them that it was a comfortable position, they caressed her ass cheeks, then spread them apart and massaged and licked her anus and her pussy. She moaned and writhed as another orgasm began to build, and then the wooden spoon came down on her ass cheeks again, alternating sides, until they felt like they were on fire.
It hurt like crazy, but at the same time, her arousal skyrocketed to insane heights. They alternated the smacks with more caresses on her ass, and then they kissed and caressed her back and breasts as well. By the time they stopped, she was moaning constantly, and her pussy was so wet that she was certain there would be a watermark on the comforter. Her ass cheeks stung like insects had bitten them, but at the same time she craved more.
Landon knelt in front of her and teased her nipples and her lips with the head of his dick. It was already slick, and she wanted to taste his cum again. “Don’t open your mouth until I tell to you, Saffron.”
That was so sexy, she couldn’t help but groan loudly. She was at their mercy now, forced to do what they asked her to. She knew she had a safeword, and that they would honor it, but she loved the feeling of being completely submissive to them. She wanted to please them, and she wanted them to dominate her in every way.