by Louisa Neil
“Nothing yet.” Stewart was being obtuse and she let out a sigh. “Fine, don’t get cranky. We have something we want to share with you, but you must know this is utterly private. No matter what, you can never tell anyone about what we reveal tonight.”
“Of course. That has been our agreement from the start.”
“What if we share our secret and you don’t like it? What will you do then?”
“Tell you so. I can’t imagine that either of you could have a secret that would revolt me. Nothing you do could change my love for you.”
“Remember you said that, Bettina. Just remember you said that, along with your promise.”
“I’ll remember.” She sipped at the brandy, suddenly anxious. What could they possibly tell her that would make her turn from them? After all they’d been through, she knew she’d never turn from them. They’d saved her life in many ways. Beyond a safe home, gowns, and socializing, she loved these men. She allowed them to do anything they wanted to her body.
“Open your shirt and play with your tits.” It was a flat statement from Stewart. “Bettina, there are secrets about this house none of the servants know about. We must keep it that way to preserve our privacy. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I know how you value your privacy.” She put the glass on the mantel and opened the shirt and brought her hands to her breasts. Tugging lightly made her nipples harder. The more she twisted the rings, the more she felt the pull through her body to her womb. “You both know I wouldn’t tell your secrets. If I did, you’d never touch me again and probably send me away. Besides, do you think I want anyone to know how I let you use me? How I let you both suck and fuck me at your whim? How I suck your cocks or let you put your cocks in me at the same time? Hell, I’ve let you put them both in my pussy at the same time. I’ve had my anus stretched by your fists and your cocks. Anyone would think I was deranged.”
“Do you think we’re deranged?” Gaston asked.
“No, I think you’re two men who have experienced more of the world than I’ll ever know exists. I think you are amazing men who use me until I can’t come anymore.”
“Can you take a bit more?”
“Of course, although I’m not sure what else we could do.” She thought for a moment and looked from one to the other. “Do you mean to try and fit both your cocks in my anus?”
“Probably one day, but not tonight.”
“Oh,” she said, and Stewart laughed.
“I think we’ve disappointed her, Gaston. Have you wondered if we could actually do it, get both our cocks in your ass?”
“I’ve seen you both stretch your anuses to hold two dildos.” Bettina reached for her glass and took another warming sip, staring at them over the top of her brandy glass. “I think whatever you set your mind to, you can accomplish.”
“For now, we wanted to trust you with the private wine cellar. Only Benton knows it exists, and even he doesn’t know of the secret section.”
“You have a second wine cellar?”
“Of sorts. Would you like to see it?”
“Of course. I’d like to see the main one, too.”
Gaston walked to the bookshelf and pushed the pin where she’d cut her finger weeks before. When it opened, he ran his hand inside the shelves and, to her surprise, those shelves slid to the side, revealing a dark staircase.
Stewart came around and handed her a lighted candle. Then he handed one to Gaston. “Go ahead. Just go slow until your eyes adjust to the darkness. I’ll be right behind you.”
She followed slowly behind Gaston, letting her hand rest on his shoulder to help find her way. “It’s very dark,” she said.
“It will get better,” Gaston assured her.
She froze in place when she heard the case close behind her. Stewart was behind her in seconds. At first there was a moment of panic when the case closed, and she realized she had no way of getting out. Then she remembered she was with her men and nothing bad would happen to her.
“Just a bit more,” Stewart told her, holding his candle high to give her more light. When the stairs ended, she paused. Gaston moved away, lighting more candles around the room.
To Bettina it was the most wonderful place she’d ever seen. Wine was stored on wall shelves in their bottles, while large barrels were placed in different sections. It was cool, but not extremely cold.
“This is amazing,” she said, moving around the room using her single candle to add more light.
“Yes, it’s quite a collection.” Stewart was leaning on the wall where the stairs came down. “Are you ready to see our personal collection?”
“Of course.”
Stewart pushed from the wall and came beside her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her to the darkest corner. He touched something she didn’t see, and a section of the wall moved, swinging easily on some sort of pivot. There were no candles lit in there, and she couldn’t see anything in the darkness. Gaston moved past her and started lighting candles. As each one caught, the extra light gave her a better look at what they were sharing with her. She stood her candle in a nearby holder.
“Oh my,” she said and absently moved her free hand to twist her gold nipple ring. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” She took a few tentative steps into the space. It was more of a cave, she decided, but it didn’t matter. What she saw took her breath away. If she thought their collection of replica cocks and whips upstairs was large, then this collection was downright huge.
There was too much to take in with one quick glance. Chains hung from the ceiling, and others were attached to the walls. All over the room were shelves and tables laid with new items. Leather whips of all shapes and sizes hung from the walls. Something glinted from a table to the side, and she wandered over to it, not holding back the gasp that escaped. On the table was a collection of metal and gold rings. But not ones just like hers. Some were larger, and some had weights hanging from them. Some, she realized, were for punishment more than pleasure, and she had to press her thighs together to keep from squirming.
As a diversion, she wandered around the room a second time, surveying the whips and chains. There were metal cuffs and collars. There were whips like she’d never seen before. There were simple straps of leather. Then she caught sight of the wooden paddles laid out on another shelf. Each one was different, longer or thinner. Some had holes in them, and others were full wood paddles. “Will you use these on me?”
“In time, my sweet Tina, you’ll beg us to use these on you.” She spun around and looked at Gaston. “Truly, one day you’ll ask for this.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because the pain can turn to the proverbial pleasure when wielded correctly.” He walked away and came back holding a large gold ring. “Do you know what this is for?”
“It’s too big to fit over my nipples.”
“Ah, but it’s the perfect size to slide around our cocks. Once erect, we can’t come until you take the ring off us. With this piece of gold you control our orgasms.”
Stewart walked up behind her and handed her a thin strap of leather. “Using this to tie our balls and cock just right will keep us from coming, too. How do you think you’d feel knowing you control our orgasm?”
“As you would control mine?”
“That’s right. We’re all equal down here,” Stewart assured her.
“I think I have a lot to learn.” She looked to Gaston and then to Stewart. “I think I’m going to like controlling you.”
“Just one caution, Tina,” Gaston warned. “Never in anger, do you understand? Never take any of these to us in anger, and we won’t use them on you that way.”
“I think I understand. This place is to forget the real world and just feel.”
“That’s the concept,” Stewart told her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. As he did, he twisted her nipple ring. She stood tall as he did it again and smiled when he dropped his hand.
She wandered over to the wall of whips and
took one down. It had a thick handle and seven leather strands at the end. “I think I’d like to learn how to use this against your asses, but I don’t want to leave marks, just make your skin a bright red.”
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Gaston mumbled, and she smiled.
“The handle will make a wonderful dildo.” She held it in her hand and wrapped and unwrapped the strands around fingers as she wandered around the room yet again. Each item that caught her eye made her think in strange directions. Yes, she would learn how to use these, would learn how to control their power, and she’d love every minute of it, no matter which end of the whip she was on.
* * * *
Gaston smiled at her statement. Indeed, he’d used that very whip handle as a dildo. She was smart and quick, and he knew deep inside he should be careful to a point. One day she might want to take control. A shiver racked his body at the idea of letting her use the whip on him. He had to assert his place as the male in charge, as did Stewart, or they’d both be her bitches quick.
“So are you interested in continuing?”
“Yes. What do you want me do?” She looked to him and then to Stewart and finally back to him.
“Strip off your shirt and raise your hands above your head.” She put the whip she’d been holding on the table and moved quickly to drop her shirt. He held back a smile. Stewart moved just as quick to bind her wrists before her. He lifted her at the waist and dropped the binding over a hook in the ceiling. She was stretched so her toes just balanced on the floor.
“Look at her. She’s beautiful in the candlelight.” Stewart pushed her hair from her shoulders and kissed her. He twisted her gold rings as he did, and she moaned.
With her side tracked with Stewart, Gaston chose a whip with several tails. Stewart held her by the breasts, alternating between kissing her and sucking her nipples. She was completely surprised when the leather hit her ass. The first few strikes were light, a teasing motion to get her used to the idea. He never moved harder against her skin, but with a flick of his wrist the leather landed in a different place.
She jumped when it hit her thighs, but Stewart held her in place. He continued to play with her nipple rings and dropped one hand in front of her.
“Is she wet?” Gaston asked.
“Oh yes. Whatever you’re doing is making her pussy drip. Should I use my fingers on her or a dildo?”
“Use whatever you want,” she said, surprising both the men. “Just put something in my pussy. Let me come, please.”
“If you want to come, you have to give us something in return.”
“Anything you want. Just let me come.” She tried to twist around to see Gaston but could only smile at him as he continued to lightly flog her buttocks. “Am I red yet?”
“You will be when we’re done.” He used the whip to lightly stroke her shoulders and back, not striking her with it, just running the leather over her body. She shuddered with each pass he made. Occasionally he’d use it on her buttocks and then back along her shoulders and back.
“Am I hurting you, Tina?”
“No. It’s different than your hand, but you haven’t hurt me. It’s more that I’m confused where you’ll touch me next.”
Gaston smiled, knowing she couldn’t see him. Stewart returned and, without warning, pushed a dildo in her pussy. Bettina groaned at the intrusion. “What do you say?”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Now hold the dildo in your body. Use your inner muscles to hold it. If it falls out I’ll be disappointed, and you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
“No, never.”
“Good.” He continued to strike her, using the whip and his hand. Stewart continued to tug on her nipples and kiss her mouth. When she was relaxed into the situation, he reached back and grabbed a single candle. He still held her waist with one hand, and the other held the candle high over her chest. The first drop that hit her chest was a surprise. So were the second and third drops.
“Should I continue?”
“Yes.” She pulled a ragged breath and said it again. “Yes.”
He moved the candle a bit lower, the droplets hitting her neck, chest and breasts. She never knew when the next drop would fall or when.
“Don’t let the dildo slip from your body, Tina,” Stewart warned. She snapped back to attention.
Gaston moved beside her. He dropped his pants and reached to the table for a small bottle. After putting some of the liquid in his palm, he ran it up and down his shaft until it was slick. Then he stuffed his cock in her anus. Her body was hot, inside and out. He knew from her movements she was going to come just from the idea of their position. She groaned and pushed her butt back to meet his thrusts. “You’re so tight, Tina. You’ll make me come inside you. After that, Stewart will take his turn.”
“Yes, anything you want.”
Gaston took only a few strokes and came inside her. As soon as he finished, he pulled from her and she groaned her disapproval. Stewart left her and she groaned a second time. Gaston moved in front of her and grasped her breasts, twisting them hard while Stewart fucked her ass. His touch made the wax on her breasts crack and break away, revealing skin that would be just a hint tender to his touch. Gaston knew his cum would lubricate her, and Stewart took long thrusts inside her.
“I can feel the dildo in my pussy and your cock in my butt. I’m so full, Stewart. Please fuck me until I come.” She looked directly at Gaston. “Twist my nipples. Bite my breasts while he fucks my ass. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To get me to a point where I can’t come unless both my holes are filled?”
“Are you complaining?” he asked her, pausing his motions on her tits.
“No. Just telling you the truth.”
“Good. Stewart, whenever you’re ready,” he said, looking past her to his friend.
“I’ve been holding back,” he told Gaston. Stewart grasped her hips and held her in place, taking only a few more strokes before letting himself come. He pulled from her and moved in front of her. Each man took one of her breasts and began sucking. Gaston dropped his hand and rubbed her clit while Stewart reached around and began spanking her butt.
“I can feel your cum dripping from my body.” Tina came, her whole body shaking from the release, and then she relaxed. The dildo slipped out of her pussy and fell to the floor. Her head dropped to the side. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“I think that’s enough for one night.” Gaston lifted her slightly, and her hands fell from the hook. Stewart untied them and rubbed her wrists. “She’s done,” he said to Stewart.
“I’m exhausted, too. Let’s take her up to bed and get some rest. I’ve lost track of time.”
“I agree. I have to be at the shipyard early.” Gaston held her while Stewart pulled his trousers in place. He reached to the floor and dropped the white shirt over her shoulders. Then he took her weight from Gaston, sliding an arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders. He cradled her against his chest while Gaston pulled up his trousers and blew out the candles. With one single light, they moved up the stairs to the wine cellar.
Again, Stewart waited while Gaston blew out the candles and lit his way up the stairs until they were back in the office. He carried her the rest of the way to her bedroom. Gaston pulled the blankets back and Stewart placed her on the bed. She was sound asleep.
“Get some sleep,” Stewart told Gaston. “You have to be up early.” They closed the door behind them and separated in the hallway. “A good first night,” he said with a nod.
“Think of the possibilities,” Gaston said with a smile just before he entered his own bedroom.
Chapter Sixteen
Gaston woke Bettina by sucking her breasts. She shifted to give him better access to her body and wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him tighter. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, how do you feel?”
“My shoulders ache a bit, but I’m okay. In fact, I feel closer t
o you than ever before.”
“That’s trust between the three of us.”
She snuggled down against his warm body as he sucked her nipples and twisted her rings. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come to me this morning.”
“Nothing in our daily lives changed, Bettina. Our days will continue as they had. But on occasion, our evenings will take us downstairs.” He continued to suckle her perfect puckered nipples until her body shook from her orgasm.
“And we never talk about downstairs except when we’re down there.” She gave him a nod that she truly understood the concept of her own words.
“That’s right.” He kissed her forehead and left her, pausing to tuck the blankets tighter around her. “Sleep in. It’s still icy outside, dangerous if you go out, so don’t.”
“I know, don’t leave the house without you or Stewart with me.”
“He’ll be in the office later. Why not visit him and see if he’ll make you come.”
“That’s an offer I won’t refuse,” she teased, knowing she’d have long hours to wait until she could visit him.
“Good. He might have some invoices for you to go over.” He watched her struggle to sit up from under the layers of blankets.
“Really, that would be wonderful. It will give me something to do with my day.”
“Go back to sleep now. It’s early and I want you rested for tonight.” He watched her drop back on the bed, her hair floating over the pillow. Gaston noted he walked with a slight bounce in his step and knew he’d have to lose the smile on his lips before he got to the shipyard.
* * * *
Bettina pulled on the white shirt and her dressing gown over it. She combed out her hair and remembered how Stewart had sucked her nipples this afternoon. After she came, he spun her around and, after lifting her skirts, spanked her ass while he fucked her pussy. He told her he wouldn’t use her anus until later. Today, he used his other hand to hold both her hands behind her back, limiting her motions. It was a new dimension she’d want to try more often. Now was later, and she was excited to get downstairs to the office.