Teaching Bettina (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Louisa Neil

  She knocked once and let herself in. Both men were relaxing in their chairs before the fire. She remembered to lock the door and drop her dressing gown there. She walked to them and stood with her back to the fire.

  “Gentlemen, how can I service you tonight?”

  “Are you nipples hard? Are the rings still in place?” Stewart asked.

  “Yes sir. I’ve made sure they were hard all day. A few times I pinched them myself.”

  “What would you like for tonight?” Gaston asked her.

  “I’d like to go back downstairs. I know there’s more than what we did last night.”

  “Are you sure? Once we initiate you completely, you can never go back to just being Bettina. You’ll always need that kind of attention to come.”

  “As long as you both promise me you’ll continue to use me that way, I want to go back.”

  “We’ll educate you beyond your wildest dreams.” Stewart sipped from his brandy. “If you’re a good girl, maybe one day we’ll let you take charge when we’re down there.”

  Her eyes lit up at the new prospect, and Gaston laughed. “We may have opened Pandora’s box here. For now, you have a lot to learn.”

  “Then teach me,” she told them and moved to the bookcase, opening the first latch.

  “It seems our girl is horny,” Stewart said to Gaston.

  “So am I.” The men stood and walked to her. When she thought they’d take her downstairs, she was only slightly disappointed when they paused to kiss her. It was a passionate kiss between the three of them, their tongues all tangling. She dropped her hands and stroked their cocks while they kissed, using more pressure with her hands than she normally would.

  Stewart pulled away first. “You’ll make me come in my trousers if we keep going.” He took a few steps and hit the release. The second panel moved. Bettina was quick to take the single candleholders and light each one, handing them to the men. She let Gaston lead the way, using her hand on his shoulder to guide her.

  Once downstairs, she walked to the center of the room, just under the hook, and dropped her shirt, waiting for the men to decide what they would do to her. She watched as they lit the candles around the room and then undressed. She dropped to her knees before them, taking their cocks in her hands and mouth.

  She loved when they stood tall side by side with their heads thrown back and their legs a shoulder width apart. She’d occasionally glance up at them and wonder how she became so lucky.

  “I want to come on her, but not yet.” Stewart took a step back and pulled his erection from her lips. “Bettina, I want to try something new.”

  “Do anything you want to me.” She glanced downward, hoping to seem demure, not excited and ready for anything. Back here in their private underground chamber, her mind spun with possibilities she’d never dreamed of. It was like a switch in her brain. She couldn’t shut off her imagination.

  She watched as he surveyed the room, and she felt her nipples harden when he came back with a long leather strap. “Take a deep breath and hold it.” He stood behind her and handed Gaston the ends of the strap. He wrapped it under her breasts and crossed it over them, lifting and separating them. The rings bounced with the new position. Gaston passed the ends of the strap back to Stewart, who crossed them in the back and drew the ends up over her shoulders. Gaston took the ends and repeated the crossing positions, lifting her breasts higher than she thought possible. When he handed Stewart the ends over her shoulders, she felt him tie them behind her.

  Stewart came to stand in front of her. “Beautiful, simply beautiful.”

  “Yes, I agree,” Gaston said, running his hands along her breasts.

  “What do I look like? I’ve never felt my breasts so high and yet separate.”

  “Do you want to continue?” Stewart asked.

  “Of course.” Her answer was quick and without thought. She watched Gaston walk to the side and return with something else in his hands.

  When he opened them, she saw two gold drops with little hooks on them. He dropped his head to her nipple, sucked her hard, and then hung one of the small drops on the gold rings that kept her nipples peaked. He repeated the process with her other side and took a step back to inspect her. “That’s better. How does that feel, Tina? Too much?”

  “It feels different, but not uncomfortable.” Stewart passed him a slim leather strap. Gaston held it up and she nodded, automatically moving her hands behind her. As he tied her wrists, she felt amazingly wicked and wanton.

  “Good. Go to the table and bend over it, far enough to let your breasts hang over the other side. She walked to the narrow table and dropped belly-first onto it. It was narrow enough that her breasts naturally fell over the other side of the wood. That was when she felt the real difference in the weight. It made her feel wicked to think of how she must look to them.

  With her breasts tied high and the weights pulling them downward, she knew the ache would start soon. She didn’t care. She knew her buttocks were on display for them. One of the men came behind her and used his hands, widening her stance, leaving her exposed in all ways. They were whispering behind her, but she couldn’t make out the words. It didn’t matter to her now. She was theirs to use any way they wanted. She’d learned trusting them brought her knowledge and more intense orgasms.

  She knew it was Gaston’s tongue that licked her pussy to ass from his beard brushing between her legs. “She’s already wet.” He pushed two fingers in her pussy, and she held back a smile. Then she realized Stewart was standing before her. He pulled a small bench closer and sat. It left him at a perfect height to suck her nipples and pinch her breasts. Gaston pushed another finger in her pussy and used his other hand to start spanking her. Over and over his palm struck her, the noise of it hitting her skin echoing through the chamber. Each thwacking sound made her pussy react, becoming wetter. It still amazed her that they could spank and whip her and never leave a mark on her skin. She pushed back to meet his hand, forcing his fingers deeper inside her.

  She didn’t have to ask, he pushed a fourth finger in her, stretching her wide.

  “Stewart, come take a look at our gal. She’s got four fingers in her pussy and is still pushing back for more.”

  She was disappointed when he moved from her breasts, missing the pull of his lips. But she was more disappointed when Gaston took his fingers from her. She felt the men move her, pushing more of her body over the table until her ass rode high on the edge. Bettina could only see their movements in the shadows, but it looked and felt like one of them was climbing on the table over her, hovering over her. She groaned with delight when a cock was pushed in her pussy.

  “Thank you, Stewart.” She’d come to learn the difference in their cocks just by feel. While they were both basically the same length, Stewart’s was a bit slimmer than Gaston’s. He fucked her a few strokes and stilled. “Don’t stop, it felt too good.”

  “See what you think of this.” Gaston pulled her thighs wider and, in an instant, was nudging his cock in her pussy beside Stewart’s. Once he was fully in her, she came. Her body reacted, grasping at them. She assumed it was Gaston spanking her again. With each tap their cocks moved within her. Bettina decided she never wanted this to end.

  The weights on her nipple rings swung slightly with each movement. Every spank made them shift, tugging her nipples downward in a delicious pull of need. She was completely disappointed when the men pulled from her pussy.

  “Stay there, Tina,” Stewart told her. She felt him move and realized he was pushing his cock in her anus. He fucked her only a bit before pulling out.

  “That’s wonderful, but now I feel empty.”

  “Not for long,” Gaston said in a half whisper. She’d heard that tone before. It meant they weren’t stopping, just changing positions.

  Bettina watched the shadows. Stewart moved to the floor and took a wide stance when Gaston thrust a dildo, a large one, in her pussy. He fucked her with it several times before pushing it deep inside he
r. Stewart then pushed back in her anus. She felt beyond full, stretching wide to take him in her.

  “Gaston, come here and let me suck you.”

  “Greedy girl. Don’t you want Stewart to come, too?”

  “Of course,” she said, realizing her error. Behind her, she felt the men shift slightly, and Stewart’s cock throbbed inside her.

  “Gaston is fucking you, isn’t he?” Bettina questioned. “He’s using his cock in your anus. Your cock just got bigger inside me.”

  “Yes, he’s fucking me while I fuck you.”

  “Go faster, Gaston, push harder,” she said, aware of her plea and not caring that the men knew of her need.

  Stewart stilled and let Gaston set the pace, fucking him while the movement transferred to her. If there was a heaven, Bettina decided it was here in this chamber that nobody else knew about. Over and over her body moved under their weight. Her nipple weights shifted as Gaston fucked Stewart. With the dildo in her pussy she felt complete. She had no concept of time, aware only of how her body accepted the men.

  Gaston groaned, and Stewart stilled. She knew he let his load go in her ass because of the difference in feelings. His cum was warm, and his cock started to shrink. When he pulled from her, she managed to hold the toy in her pussy but could feel his cum dripping over her pussy lips and down the backs of her thighs.

  She stayed where she was, waiting for them to tell her what to do. She knew they opened a bottle of wine from the noise of the cork popping from the bottle. Stewart came around and brought the glass to her lips, letting her take several small sips. Behind her, Gaston pushed another dildo in her anus. It slid in easily with Stewart’s cum to ease its way.

  When the men each reached under her arms, they stood her up. She knew not to let the toys fall from her. It was especially hard tonight because she was so wet, but she kept her muscles tight, not letting them drop. She could only wonder how she looked to them with her breasts still tied and the weights swaying. With her hands tied behind her, it pushed her breasts forward, making them more prominent. She knew they could see the ends of the toys protruding from both her holes. Just the idea of them watching her like this thrilled her.

  She stayed where they placed her, gripping the dildos inside her as they enjoyed a glass of wine. The men talked in whispers, but she knew they were deciding what to do with her next. She watched them sit beside each other and kiss, letting their hands roam the other’s body. On one level she understood that they had needs, too, but she wanted them to be touching her.

  Eventually they grasped each other’s cocks and began stroking. They moved faster and faster until they both stood.

  “Drop to your knees, Tina.”

  She did as they asked, awkwardly with the items still inside her. She kept her thighs pressed together to hold them in. With only a few steps, each man grabbed the other’s cock and sprayed their cum on her breasts. They helped her to stand, and each took a nipple, licking and sucking their cum from her. They used their tongues to shift her nipple rings and the weights. They took turns kissing her and sharing their combined loads of cum with her.

  Bettina knew she couldn’t last much longer. “Oh God,” she yelled when Gaston bit the side of her breast, sucking a patch of her skin. The harder he sucked, the deeper she felt it inside her. When her orgasm came, she didn’t care that the dildos fell from her. The men each helped support her weight while her body shook with each ripple of release.

  They moved her to the table and let her rest on the edge. “If you untie my hands and breasts, that will mean we’re done for the night. Must we go now?”

  “I warned you about Pandora, didn’t I?” Gaston said to Stewart.

  “Yes, you did, but it was well worth it from my point.”

  They paused and played with her tits a bit longer before untying the leather strip they had bound them with. She felt an instant rush of pain and then pleasure that she didn’t want to end.

  “Mine, too,” she uttered. She knew the men were dressing and was watching through half-lidded eyes. Gaston grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up on his shoulder. Stewart paused to take the strap from her wrists and blow out the candles. Then he draped her shirt over her back. Gaston carried her up the stairs, and Stewart followed. He carried her through the house and up to her room. As they had last night, they put her to bed and left her to sleep. She was too exhausted to complain they were leaving her, and she let sleep overtake her.

  * * * *

  The following morning Gaston woke her, but not by sucking on her nipples. Instead, she woke to find him flicking the weights on her nipple rings, sending a new kind of ache through her. “I’m late and have to go. Stewart will see you in the office later.” He dropped a kiss on her lips and pulled the blanket back over her. Then he was gone. She didn’t care. She was exhausted and fell back to sleep.

  Later in the day, she visited Stewart. As always, they started with him sitting in his desk chair, sucking her nipples. He played with the weights, too.

  “Are they too much for you?”

  “I thought they might be, but I’m getting used to them.”

  “Are you now?” He gave her a sly grin. “Then maybe it’s not enough weight.” He stood and turned her around, dropping her over the desk. It was difficult to wait for him to lift her skirts and drop his trousers before entering her. He spanked her butt while he fucked her pussy. He came inside her and made her stand with her back to him until his cum eased from her, leaving droplets on the backs of her legs. Then he pulled her skirts down and told her to fix her blouse. He pulled his trousers back in place and, when she was properly dressed, sent her upstairs to rest. Some days he would hold her hands behind her, limiting her motions and using them to twist her body to his whim. Other days he didn’t. She never knew which days he’d do what to her.

  And so the days turned into weeks with their new routine. Gaston would wake her early each day, sucking her and rubbing her pussy with his fingers or his hard cock. Stewart would spank and fuck her each afternoon after sucking her. Every few days they’d take her to the lower chamber and tie her up in various positions. They used the leather whips on her and added more weight to her nipple rings. She knew her breasts were fuller since they’d started suckling her and because of the weights, her nipples were always hard.

  The only time she took them off was when they’d take her out for the evening. She’d come to loathe those days, knowing how her breasts ached when the men removed them. The only thing that got her through those evenings was knowing how they’d respond when they got home and put them back on her.

  Winter turned to a wet spring, rain pounding on them day after day. Gaston had taken two quick trips to Boston in his boat. Each time, he waited until her flow started and was back a few days after it ended.

  Those weeks, Stewart would still suck her nipples each afternoon, and at night, he’d crawl into her bed, sucking her while lying on top of her. He’d use her body to rub his cock against her clit until he’d finally spray his cum on her belly.

  She knew they were truly trusting her more each day. Two afternoons a week, Gaston would let her check his invoices, and once, he let her help him count the bottles in their private wine cellar.

  That afternoon, after they’d fucked in his office, he’d taken her down to the cellar. He counted the bottles, and she wrote the numbers. Absentmindedly, she picked up an empty bottle and wondered what it would feel like inside her.

  “We don’t have any dildos in here, Bettina.”

  She didn’t realize he was watching her or that her thoughts were so visible.

  “I know. I was just wondering,” she said. He had her turned around and bent over the table with her skirts over her back before she could take another breath. He used the neck of the empty bottle to fuck her pussy while he fucked her anus with his cock. It was very quick, and she felt very naughty afterward. Now she had to figure out how to get him to do it again. Her body shivered when she thought about telling Gasto
n later that night.

  She now wore three weights on each nipple ring and felt naked when they removed them to take her out in public.

  * * * *

  Gaston was preparing for his spring voyage. Bettina knew he’d be gone for months. Her only solace was that she’d be home with Stewart. Upon entering the office one afternoon, she was surprised and excited to see Gaston there, too. Only when she looked from one man to the other, she knew something was wrong.

  “What’s the matter?” She couldn’t hold back the panic in her tone.

  “We have an issue,” Gaston told her as he pushed a glass of wine in her hand.

  “What can I do to help?” She brought the glass to her lips but only let it wet them.

  “That’s what we’ve been discussing. Come and sit.”

  She moved to the chair across from Stewart. It felt odd. She was on the wrong side of the desk. She should be sitting before him so he could suck her nipples. Gaston sat beside her with a pensive look on his face.

  “Someone, please tell me what’s happened?”

  “Phoebe’s about to start telling tales.” Stewart’s words sounded angry.

  “Oh no.” Bettina was horrified. She’d long ago forgotten about her mother and the time she spent there. “What is she saying?” She took the letter Stewart handed her and read it. “She’s doing this for more money from us. She’s threatening to tell all her clients of our arrangement.”

  Bettina dropped the letter on the desk and sniffed back a few tears. “She’s threatening to tell your clients in Providence and send messages to people here in Manhattan.”

  “Don’t cry, Tina. We’ll work this out.” Stewart smiled at her.

  “My tears are of anger. I knew we couldn’t trust her.”

  “We did, too, but it was a calculated risk we took. We wanted you that much.” Stewart handed her a snowy-white handkerchief.

  “If we don’t stop her, she’ll have everyone in New York, Providence, and the whole East Coast thinking that you’re one of her whores.” Gaston’s tone was filled with disgust.