by Fiona Archer
“No.” Her nipples, which had smoothed, pebbled at his words.
He lifted her breasts, as if weighing them in his hands. “They’re stunning, Olivia. Made for our ropes.”
She heard Kane move up behind her, then felt a tug on her wrists. With an ease that defied the knots she’d been unable to escape from earlier, he released her wrists, only to wrap them again in the padded leather cuffs, and then clip them together behind her. The weight of the leather added a new dimension to her helplessness, spiking her arousal.
Kane pressed his hand against her upper back, bending her forward so that her breasts hung down. With quick but sure movements, Alex wrapped a soft rope twice around each breast, then cinched it off, before repeating the process again, all the while taking care not to pinch her skin.
By the time the last knot was tied, her breasts felt huge and her nipples throbbed under the extra stimulation.
Kane seized a fistful of her hair and pulled, forcing her upright. Her pussy throbbed at his roughness even as her mind told her she had nothing to fear.
With an air of cool detachment, Alex surveyed his handiwork. He stroked the outside of one swollen breast, chuckling as she moaned, the building pressure adding an extra level of sensation from even the slightest touch.
She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for some kind of relief. Dropping her gaze to the mocha-colored carpet, she tightened her muscles, clenching deep within in the hope of trying to come.
Slap.
Pain burst over her right bottom cheek. Her eyes watered.
“You were warned we control when you come.” Kane’s hard voice deepened his threat. “That’s if you come.”
If? Sweet Jesus.
He gripped her arm. “Lie on the bed, ass in the air, with your feet near the edge.”
Despite her clumsiness of trying to wriggle with her hands cuffed behind her, she didn’t hesitate, not wanting to earn another punishment or risk being denied the chance of an orgasm.
With her knees bent and bottom raised, she pressed her shoulders into the bed, and turned her face so her cheek rested on the quilt. The weight of her body squished her breasts against the soft cushiony fabric of the bedspread. Each slight movement of her body rubbed her nipples against the bedding. The friction shot teasing sparks of pleasure over her chest and deep to her core.
Alex moved behind her, the fabric of his pants brushing against her feet as he stood facing the side of the bed. He tapped the inside of her thigh. “Wider.” She obeyed. He slid two fingers from her clit to her opening. With slow, deliberate moves, he circled the warm center, laughing as she trembled with need.
In one quick thrust, he pushed two fingers inside. She jolted, but his hand on her back kept her pinned. He twirled his fingers, stretching her, forcing her to adjust to his touch.
“You’re tight, Red.” Another rub to one side. A shudder raked over her body. “How long has it been since you’ve taken a lover?”
“Since my—” Another twirl. Another shudder. “S-separation. A year.”
“What does she feel like?” Kane asked from next to Alex.
“Wet. Warm. Just right.”
“I can smell her.” Kane traced a finger over her hip. “Soon I’ll have my mouth on your pussy, Olivia.” He slid his hand under until his fingers pressed just above her clit. “Then I’ll take my time, devouring you, tasting you. Making you beg.”
Her pussy clenched at his dark promise.
Alex’s low chuckle filled her ears. “She’d like that, too, brother.” His hand on her back pressed harder, reinforcing her captivity. “We’ll both taste you, Red.” He increased the tempo of his thrust. Rougher. Harder. His knuckles bumped against the roof of her vagina.
The sweetest sensation fired inside of her. “Oooh.”
“Like that, little sub?” Alex repeated the movement over and again.
A rising tide of pleasure built deep within. Her body tightened. Breathing became harder. She was so close. Just a few more strokes. Yes. Yes. One more then—
Alex removed his fingers.
What? She buried her groan in the bedspread.
Hands gripped her bottom and pulled her cheeks apart. Something cool, a thick liquid type of feel, covered her back passage.
“A small plug, Olivia. Breathe out, then in,” Alex ordered.
She wasn’t given time to tense up. A hard pressure pushed mercilessly at her hole as Alex worked the plug past her natural resistance. She felt it plop inside before a sense of fullness overcame her.
Oh, God. She sucked in some air. This was the small plug?
“Well done, sweetness.” Kane sat beside her. His pants brushed her hip as he fondled her bottom, each squeeze nudging the plug to rub up against the inside of her back passage.
A line of fiery sparks shot off deep inside. Nerve endings came alive, stimulated as never before.
“You’ve got an ass made for a man’s hands.” Two hard slaps followed, and more rubbing as Kane spread the heat over her skin.
Her moan was loud, unchecked.
Alex wiggled the plug. “Feel that, Red. We used a beginner’s size. Imagine what it’s going to be like if we’re both inside of you.” Once more, Alex pushed two fingers deep in her pussy, twisting and rubbing against the now quivering walls. Each inward thrust matched his outward pull on the plug.
“Please.” She turned her head toward Kane. “Please, let me come.”
“You beg so sweetly, baby.” Kane landed two more slaps, harder than before.
Alex curled his fingers and stroked her sweet spot deep inside. Once. Twice.
Another slap. Another twist of the plug.
Tears leaked out of her eyes. “Please,” she sobbed.
“Come for us, Red.” With achingly hot precision, Alex stroked there once more.
A burst of sensation released in a giant shattering wave of pleasure. She cried out as her muscles gripped the plug while her pussy clenched around Alex’s fingers. He kept thrusting, dragging out the spasms with each swipe, forcing tiny shudders from her body until she leaned limp and heavy on the bed.
“Beautiful.” Kane rubbed her lower back. “Now, squeeze the plug as you stand up. Lose it and you’ll be punished.”
Biting her lip, she slowly rose from the bed, thankful for the firm grip of their hands on her arms keeping her steady. The plug bumped deep inside, forcing her to lock her knees against a dizzying wave of sensation. She clenched her butt cheeks, holding it in as tightly as possible.
She risked a glance at Kane.
His lips quirked as his eyes gleamed.
Her mouth dropped open. The bastard was actually smiling at her predicament. She was tempted to risk a punishment and tell him exactly where he could shove his plug. Especially when the tight buns of his pants-covered ass filled her vision as he ripped the bedsheets back, leaving just the fitted cream-colored bottom sheet in place.
Alex, proving no slouch in the evil Dom department, lightly slapped her bottom, jolting the plug. “On your back. Lay in the middle.”
Easier said than done. After a few uncomfortable moments, she wiggled her way into the center.
Kane and Alex dug under the pillows to bring out two adjustable lengths of chain. After unclipping her cuffs from behind her, they chained her by her wrists to the head of the bed, each arm bent slightly at the elbow as they clipped the short lengths to each cuff.
Alex adjusted the pillows under her head, and then gently swept her bangs off her face. His fingers lingered on her cheek as he stared down at her. “I’m pleased with you, Red.”
His words were like a warm burst of summer sunshine, filling her with joy. Her mouth curved up in pure reflex.
Kane moved to the other side of the bed, nearest to the large front window. “I can’t wait to taste her pussy, but I want her mouth on my cock first.”
Her gaze dropped to the tenting of his pants. Oral sex with Alan had been…perfunctory, more of an obligation. But she wanted so much to please Ka
ne, to drive him to the point of losing control and coming in her mouth.
“Done. You take her mouth. I want her pussy.” Alex leaned a knee on the bed. “Spread your legs, sub. Knees out to the sides.”
She did his bidding, feeling the cooler air waft over the heated flesh.
“Look at her,” Alex said as he removed his shirt, revealing a small silvery scar underneath the rib cage on his right side. A memento from his time in the SEALs? “That’s our pussy, Red. Mine and Kane’s.” He ran his fingers over her labia. “Ours to fuck.” He dipped his head between her legs. “To taste.” He licked a path from her opening up to her clit, hard enough to lift its hood.
It was brutish and wonderful and she was desperate for him to repeat it.
He raised his head, and stared back at her. “Ours.”
She wanted that. Wanted to be theirs. Tonight. Tomorrow. However long they’d allow, she’d make the most of this weekend.
Kane stripped off the rest of his clothing. She turned her gaze on him, feasting in the hard ridges and sculptured muscles of his body. His shaft stood erect and glistening at the tip with a drop of pre-cum.
He kneeled on the mattress beside her. “Are you ready, sweetness?”
“I’m ready.” She smiled. “Sir.”
“Beautiful girl.” He landed a quick, hard kiss on her lips, then guided his cock to her mouth. “Taste me, sweetheart.”
She licked the head with the tip of her tongue, pressing gently on the opening.
He dragged in his breath.
Salty. She took his head, sucking gently, then harder, getting the feel, the taste of him. With her confidence growing, she ran her tongue down his length.
“That’s good, sweetness. Yeah, right there. Harder. That’s it.” Kane guided her with his words while his hands lifted her head off the pillow and supported the back of her neck. He moved closer, slid into her mouth, taking his time.
Her eyes widened as his cock slid over her tongue. So big. She stopped sucking, allowing herself a chance to get used to the feel of him, the size of him.
Kane brushed back the hair that had fallen over her face. “Breathe through your nose.” The deep command soothed her, shutting out the faint stirrings of panic. She obeyed, drawing air through her nostrils, then into her lungs, then out again. Her muscles relaxed. “That’s better. You’re safe, sweetness.” He waited a few more moments, watching her, then thrust again, slowly building up his pace.
She pressed her lips harder along his length, drawing them tight on Kane’s outward pull. His breathing grew louder. The muscled torso that filled her gaze flexed with each movement. Her hands fisted, wanting so badly to trace over his flesh, to feel his strength under her fingers.
The mattress dipped as Alex settled between her legs. He spread his hands on the top of her inner thighs, pressing down. His hot, wet tongue licked up one side of her labia, then the other, each time drawing closer to the center of her pussy before his fingers pulled her lips wide, baring her completely.
With slow licks, he circled her clit, brushing against the sides with the slightest pressure. The tight ball of nerves throbbed with need. She whimpered around Kane’s cock.
“Oh, Christ.” Kane’s hoarse groan came from above her. “That felt”—he broke off as she sucked hard on the head—“fucking fantastic.”
“She tastes even better.” Alex kissed the inside of her thigh, nipped the soft flesh. The sharp sting shot a fireball of lust to her center. Her legs twitched, but the hard grip of his hands held her prisoner. Her pussy clenched at her helplessness. She tugged on her cuffs. His chuckle drifted up like a hot, cruel tease. “You love the struggle, Red. Each time you pull against your chains it reminds you we’re in control.”
He was right. So, so right.
She relaxed her neck, letting her head sink back into Kane’s safe grip as she drew him further into her mouth.
Kane increased the rhythm of his thrusts. His soft curses grew louder as she sucked with more urgency, wanting to test him, just as they were doing with her. If only her hands were free she could squeeze his balls, just gently enough to force him over.
“You’ll swallow me, Olivia. Take what I have to give,” Kane said in a gravel-rough voice.
She looked at his tightly drawn face. His gaze flared bright, but held a hint of…wanting. This show of dominance seemed more than simply words to him. As if the physical act was equal to her consciously giving over another part of her body. She nodded, craving that special intimacy.
Alex sucked her clit into his mouth, tonguing the tight bud from side to side. Her body jolted, but his ruthless grip kept her at his mercy. The plug moved with her struggle, reminding her she was dominated on many fronts. Everything inside her wound tighter and tighter. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Kane’s cock jerked in her mouth a second before a warm stream of liquid hit the back of her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, wanting to please him. Blunt fingers dug into her scalp. His ragged groan filled her ears until finally, as if with regret, he slid from her mouth.
“Your turn, Red.” Alex grazed his teeth over her clit, plunging her over the crest with a dizzying explosion of ecstasy.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, not caring about orders to keep silent. The muscles in her anus clenched around the plug as her clit pulsed with pleasure. He tongued the bundle of nerves with soft licks, drawing out her release until her mouth hung open in slack wonder. Every part of her felt alive, yearning for more of their touch.
Alex lifted his head. Her wetness coated his mouth, a view so raw she felt her face heat. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips. “Ours.”
Yes.
He kissed her skin just above the hood, then rose from the bed to shuck his pants. She watched as he grabbed a condom from the top drawer in Kane’s bedside table, then covered himself. Since they shared women, he’d know where his brother kept his supply.
Kane sat beside her, his back against the headboard. He leaned over to cup her breasts, squeezing them firmly, chuckling at her low moan. “Look at these beauties. Flushed from our ropes.” He traced the edge of one areola, grinning as she bit her lip. “But they’re underdressed for my liking.” He reached behind him. “I’m betting they’ve never been clamped?” He lifted a brow.
Clamps? Her tummy clenched. From nerves? No. Well, maybe. “I’ve never done anything like that.”
His gaze turned heated, possessive. “Good.”
He suckled a nipple until it pebbled, then applied one of the tweezer-style clamps so that the bud was held fast between its rubber coated ends.
She hissed at the sharp bite of pressure, wiggling her bottom in silent protest. It hurt for a second or two before a heavy throb took over. He repeated the process with her other nipple, then tugged at the chain, lifting the clamps until they pulled on her skin.
“Ahhh.” She clenched her butt cheeks. Off. Off. Off. Yet, paradoxically, she didn’t want him to stop. It was wrong and so fucking hot and everything she’d dared fantasize about.
Alex moved between her legs. “It pleases me to see you like this, Red. Restrained. Clamped.” He glided his fingers between her slick folds. “Wet.” He moved over her, resting his elbows on either side of her. His cock nudged at her entrance. “Who do you belong to?”
She swallowed. For this weekend. “You and Kane, Sir.”
“That’s right, sub.” He eased inside her, two, then three inches, the intrusion startling as combined with the plug, he stretched her with the kind of fullness she’d never felt before. With each small thrust he forced his way deeper. She stared up at him, needing reassurance.
His gaze locked with hers. “You’re already squeezing me, Red. Feel how you want this?” In another inch. Her walls contracted, gripping him even as he stretched her further. “That’s it, little one. Your body’s surrendering to me.” Another two inches. He obliterated her fears with a slow, drugging kiss.
She tasted herself on him, glorying in the intimacy of the a
ct. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Opening her legs wider, she wrapped them around him, loving the feel of his hardness against her softness.
“Good girl.” Alex gripped her bottom, then raised himself to his knees, forcing her to accept him fully. He gave no quarter, plunging in and out in a hard, driven pace. His gaze fastened on hers, compelling her to hold his stare as he impaled her, dragging her deeper under his control.
With each jerk of her body, the clamps on her breasts flipped up and down, tugging on her nipples and tearing apart any scrap of control she possessed.
Kane pulled on the chain as he fondled her breasts. Each tiny tug on the hard and swollen flesh felt like a giant clamp squeezing her fullness.
“No, no. Too much. Stop.” She lifted her gaze to his face.
Kane’s eyes sparked with amusement. “Oh, baby, you can’t give orders.”
Alex raised an eyebrow. “Some punishments are easy.” He ground his pelvis over her clit, sending a flutter along her pussy. “Others are harder.” Sliding from her, he switched to short, shallow strokes that barely fed her need for his possession. “I can keep you here for hours, sub. On the edge. Begging.”
God have mercy. He’d do it, too.
“I’m sorry, Sirs.” She flicked her gaze to both men. “Please, I—” She gulped a breath. “I didn’t mean it.” Her eyes watered. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip. This shit was scary but it was real. And exactly what she wanted. To find out what it truly meant to give over full control.
The hard, angular planes of Alex’s face refused to soften. “Be careful, Red. I’m not known for being forgiving.” Sliding out of her until only the tip of his cock remained inside, he paused.
She held her breath. Hoping. Praying.
He slammed back into her, forcing her shoulder blades deep into the bed. Her mouth opened as her body jerked under such force. She tightened her legs around him, desperate to hold him close. With each swift motion, he jarred the plug in her ass. Her mind hazed. Through closed eyes, she felt Kane’s touch on her breasts.
Kane’s low voice rumbled close to her ear. “We’re going to do every dirty, goddamn filthy thing you’ve fantasized about—but on our timeframe. When you’re least ready, when you’re so fucking desperate you don’t remember your own name. Brace, sweetness.”