by Amber Bardan
Something low in my abdomen seems to hum right back.
Clarke releases me. “On your knees, honey.”
He kicks off his shoes, hands moving to his jeans. I’m still stuck. Flesh getting hotter, like I’m unwell—fevered. Yeah, I’m sick. Luke still touches me. His brother’s absence gives him a chance to run his hands all over me. Touch my breasts as though his hands have been empty his whole life without my tits to squeeze. To grind his denim-covered erection on my bare ass like a desperate animal.
He’s different, this one. Like no man I’ve ever been with. Clarke is clear as day about what he wants. Even with the twists in his words, he makes himself known. Makes himself heard. But Luke...there’s raw passion in his movements that needs no articulation.
His touch is blatant and carnal. There’s no games, just what he wants.
Me.
“Knees,” Clarke repeats.
“I won’t.” I shove at Luke’s hands. I can’t.
Two cocks in my mouth.
If only I hadn’t thought about that very thing so many times. Maybe then I’d be able to control my reactions. Be a better person and be more repelled.
I won’t, I can’t do this.
“I said no.” I jerk my hips from side to side and tug against Luke’s strength. “Get fucked.”
His eyes flash and his chin lowers a fraction.
My spine tingles, and I stop struggling. Because I’m in fucking trouble now.
“Oh, we intend to.” He stands naked in front of me. His cock, perfect, long and pink, arches. “And we warned you about saying no.”
He takes me from Luke, and at first I think he’s hugging me, because he tugs off the shreds of my remaining clothes then tucks my arms around his waist, holding me to him like an embrace. My naked front against his naked front. My tits against his chest. His cock hard and squashed on my belly.
But it’s not a hug he wants.
He holds my elbows firm at his waist.
A jingle sounds behind me. Luke taking off his pants. My pulse leaps. He’s holding me so Luke can fuck me.
Oh, god. A quiver rolls over my flesh. This can’t happen.
“Five,” he says.
Five?
Searing pain streaks my backside. I scream, body jerking. I turn my chin, try to look behind me. Luke raises his belt and swings. His jaw clenches so hard I think I hear his teeth grind. The leather connects with my backside. It’s like a lash of lightning, waking me up from the outside in. Clarke holds me closer.
Luke hits me again. Pain sends my vision white and bright, rousing me into heightened consciousness. He strikes again. And again. Endorphins blaze through my system, and it’s like being plunged in a waking dream.
I shout and writhe, and don’t know what I even am.
Then it stops.
Clarke holds me. Rubs my back. Comforts me. I gasp into his bare chest. His hands flow over me, down to almost where my skin blazes, then stop short and come back up, rubbing between my shoulders, up my neck, to the base of my scalp.
“It’s done.” He eases me back. “We talked about disobedience and consequences, didn’t we?”
I can only gasp and shudder.
“Now your ass is red and you still must do as you’re told.”
My lungs hitch, but I’ve already gone supple.
“On your knees, Gabby.”
I go down, thighs shaking like I’ve aged a century.
How’d I get here?
My mind flashes to that sign. Do Not Enter. And I’d entered, willingly. Now there’s warnings screaming in every direction and these men are pushing me across.
I tell myself that—they’re pushing me across.
Do I get to feel less guilty for that?
Clarke
She’s so fucking beautiful on her knees, it’s a struggle to keep from mine. Her big whiskey eyes plead with me. They’re fucking impossible to look away from.
Which is something, given her perfect tits are out.
Luke’s breaths rasp beside me. My brother’s tension vibrates between us, and I feel his pain all the way to my teeth.
I grasp a handful of her hair, so silky and soft and just long enough to wrap twice in my hand.
Her eyes shut in a protective wince. We’ve been consumed by this woman since the moment we saw her. She’s the only one who can give us what we need.
We’re the only ones who can free her.
I guide her face closer, not to me but to Luke. Her eyes open and her hands come up in protest, but she’s already learned better than to refuse.
She shivers when his cock brushes her cheek, yet still she attempts to resist her own desires. I yank her hair in warning. Not today, not ever again. We’ll be fulfilling the desires she hasn’t even discovered yet.
She opens her mouth, lips quivering like butterfly wings.
Good girl.
We couldn’t punish her again so soon. The thing about discipline—the line between harm and punishment is only as thick as the skin of the person enduring it. The art is knowing the difference.
She takes Luke’s cock without further prompting. Her full lips part around him. His head drops back. A strangled sound leaves his throat.
“Hands, honey.”
Her gaze flies to me, and there’s something about that, about having her stare at me with her mouth full of another cock, that turns me from hard to combustible.
She reaches out and takes me in her hand.
I groan. I can’t help myself. It feels like I’ve waited forever for her touch. Feels like I’ve waited my entire miserable life for her.
Her delicate fingers squeeze around my cock, and I’m on fucking fire.
We’re going to burn each other down.
She sucks Luke in earnest now, sliding her greedy mouth up and down him, while stroking me.
His eyes close and his hands fist. She speeds up. I see the moment she decides—the moment her grip tightens on me—the naughty little thing she is.
I tear her off Luke.
She pants in front of me, lips swollen and rosy pink, eyes narrowed and defiant. Did she think she could take command? Get us off, and off her?
“It’s not going to be that easy, honey.”
Chapter Six
“It’s not going to be that easy, honey.”
The moment of triumph I clung to dissipates. They’d been so close to coming, I’d felt it. Almost flipped the tables on them.
“And definitely not going to be that quick.”
He stares down at me and if there’d been any confusion, now it’s clear that absolutely everything from here on in will go down their way.
He draws me to him, toward his cock still gripped in my hand. Where Luke is thick, Clarke is long. He brings me to his swollen pink head. For a moment I keep my mouth closed. The velvety tip drags across my lips.
A bead of salty fluid seeps against my lips. The taste of him, musky, manly and somehow different to the brother I just sucked, fills me. Makes my skin seem to tighten, or maybe it’s my flesh swelling.
His gaze flies to my impossibly hard nipples. I can’t stop these men from seeing the things I don’t want them to know. Then it’s shame coating my tongue, but he pushes his cock into my mouth, and there’s no time to dwell.
He shoves in, forcing my head back. I grab hold of Luke, not waiting to be told. He moves closer. They’re big, but on my knees they’re giants.
Two great big mean giants.
Clarke doesn’t indulge me as Luke did. He holds my hair and moves himself in and out of my mouth. Between his cock and my heaving chest, I’m not breathing enough. All I can do is accept him.
He’s making me accept him. There’s no choice. A pang fills my chest. My j
aw aches from taking them. I could bite. Maybe if I weren’t such a dirty whore, I’d try.
But, there’s so much endorphin pumping through me, muddling my mind, it’s like a drug. I’m not in control. It’s not my fault.
I stroke Luke. This is just self-preservation. My fingers don’t close around him, but I pump him as best I can. He thrusts into my hand. His cock’s still wet from my spit.
Clarke moves deep to the back of my throat.
I freeze, still clutching Luke, but grab Clarke’s thigh with my free hand. He stretches my jaw, fills my throat, possesses me.
He moves deeper.
I choke.
Panic bursts through me. My nails dig into his thigh.
“You can do it.” The deep, dark command feels as though it comes from a million miles away.
I drag air through my nose. Adrenaline washes through my veins, sending my pulse thumping through my head.
I can.
He squeezes my hair, and pushes just a little deeper from his hips. I jerk, my throat spasming. A hazy film blurs my vision. I’m going to pass out.
Then he withdraws.
I gasp and sputter.
“Good girl.” This time his voice is close. He joins me on my knees, pulling me to him. My head spins—really spins.
I fall back into his arms. He catches me against his broad chest.
“Good girl.” His breath flows hot against my temple. “See how much better it is to obey?”
He strokes the hair back from my face, and vaguely, like seeing something in a reflection, I’m aware of Luke joining us on the rug. Of different hands stroking me—soothingly, brushing my thighs.
“Now you get rewarded.”
Blood makes a whirling sound in my ears. Rewarded?
Luke runs a hand from my ankle up the back of my calf. His hands are rough, calloused, but he must still surely feel the prickle of my goose bumps, the silent shuffle of arousal over my skin.
Clarke rubs his face against my temple. “Obedience will always be rewarded.”
Luke grabs my knee. In a flash he pressed my thigh open.
I shout my surprise. Clarke’s hand clamps over my mouth. Luke pushes my knees wide. Everything between my legs is sensitized. The skin of my inner thighs seems electric. My vagina is exposed, and I feel the exposure all the way to my bones.
Luke releases my leg to touch me. I try to clamp my knees back together, hide the drench of desire coating me, but he’s in the way.
Clarke makes a tsking sound. “Careful, we can always skip reward and go right back to punishment.”
The burn on my ass flares as if to remind me of the punishment I’ve already received.
“Now let us see that wet little cunt.”
No.
Everything slows down, and I’m aware of too many things at once. The taunting cackle of the fire. The thrum of energy vibrating through my body. The powerful body behind me. A hand on my face that could take my breath. A strong grip on my knees—tethered for now, but what I don’t give, that grip will take. I shut my eyes, and let my legs open. It’s a release. Like falling back into a hot bath and floating. Luke releases a humming sound, and touches me. He strokes over my pussy, which is absolutely as wet as they’ve claimed. He brushes my clit. My hips jerk. I’m so swollen.
So shamefully swollen.
He presses a single finger to my vagina, his long, hard digit forcing inside me. My back bows.
Clarke holds me more firmly. “She’s tight, isn’t she?”
I want to shout, “don’t talk about me,” but Clarke’s hand over my mouth holds my words captive. Just like his arms keep my body contained.
Unable to fight or resist.
Luke glances up, his finger shoved halfway inside. His mouth curls beneath his beard, and the way his dark, serious eyes carnally cloud sets me alight.
My skin gets hotter, so hot.
He’s wickeder than he seems, that one.
His gaze flicks back to my cunt. As though my most private place is his to look at observe and take, then he shoves that big finger all the way in. My pelvis jerks. Air drags through my nose. Then he’s out, and plunging two fingers home. Pleasure snaps through me, hauled out from a secret hiding place they’ve exposed. He pulls out and twists back in.
My muscles clench in need.
Their ragged breaths ring around me. Luke torments me with those two fingers. Clarke holds me tighter and harder.
“Fuck, see that beautiful cunt?”
I’m not sure who he spoke to, me or Luke, but Luke moves faster, fingers plunging in and out of my flesh with a squelch.
“You’re so fucking wet, we can hear it.”
Luke groans, then his mouth is on my pussy. Heat explodes through me. Muscles contract in my stomach and legs. His beard scrapes my thighs, the delicate skin of my labia scratches under his movements. His tongue strokes hot on my clit.
I clench my whole body. Try to shut it down. I can’t let them do this to me. Fingers stretch and fill me, over and over. My vagina pulses. I brace. No way.
Can’t let them win.
“Let it go, Gabby.” Clarke’s gravelly voice sends shivers through me. “We’re going to make this so good for you.”
The feelings won’t be held at bay. They wrap me up and surround me, push through my bones and into my limbs, until they’re all there is.
Clarke shifts, releasing my face, and slides out from behind me. He grabs my wrists, pushing me back on the rug, trapping my arms over my head in one of his hands. He stops there, watching me. Taking my emotions, and absorbing them for his own satisfaction, with the same ruthlessness that his brother steals my pleasure.
Luke presses his face harder between my legs, devouring my cunt like he’s starving for me. I tilt my pelvis back, but he has me at his mercy, and sucks my clit full into the vacuum of his mouth.
Tension clenches me.
Fingers grind in my vagina, pushing, and pushing, and pushing, as though now he’s started he won’t ever stop getting what he wants from me. They’re driving my cells apart. Clarke leans over me, squeezes my breasts, then takes a nipple into the heat of his mouth.
I scream. A wave of shattering need consumes me. I contract inside and out. I thrash, but pinned down, can only twitch, and somehow the feeling grows. He eats my orgasm like he owns it. I buck against his face. He takes my entire pussy. The digits inside me seem to get bigger as my orgasm squeezes my walls around them. Luke slows, sucking me gently, licking me. Every touch sends another piercing sensation through me. Clarke leans across me, taking my other breast into his mouth.
All the energy wrings out of me.
I go limp. My eyes close and I drift on another wave.
They’re all over me. Luke’s face leaves my pussy, but one of their hands is still there, working me slowly. Clarke releases my breasts and pushes down on my wrists.
It’s the only warning I get. My eyes fly open—but too late.
Luke is between my thighs, his hulking, naked body poised, cock in hand and there’s not a chance to muster resistance. He takes me in one long thrust that sends another scream tearing from my lungs. My cunt clenches around the invasion. He stills now that there’s no going back, letting me adjust. I gasp and shudder. He’s so thick, stretching me open, and it shatters me into a thousand jagged pieces
He’s inside me. He’s watching me. He’s taking everything I am.
Then moves slowly and rocking.
Rocking against a place that makes my vision bright.
“That’s it.” Clarke’s voice reaches through the haze.
He leans up beside me. I know what he wants. I turn my face to him, and accept the press of his cock to my mouth.
Luke thrusts harder.
Clarke holds th
e back of my neck, and I’m not even trying to stop anymore. There’s no point. They’ve already fulfilled my darkest fantasy. They’ve proved what I am. I suck his cock with a wet slurp.
“Baby,” he groans. “You like having a cock in your pussy and another cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
My nipples tighten with a sting.
They’re filling me, my mouth and my cunt, and my traitor of a body responds. The ache builds, but this time it’s not about me, they’re taking what they want.
They’re taking me like I’m theirs.
Luke’s pace quickens, his movements sharper—more desperate. Pleasure bores to my womb. Forcing me back together again. He grabs my knees.
I wrench my face free of Clarke’s grasp and look down—look to where Luke’s huge cock fills my pussy. He gets harder, I feel his orgasm building.
“Don’t come in me,” I plead.
I’m not on the pill. Or anything else.
He slows, and his jaw pulsates.
“Don’t?” Clarke stills beside me, then he releases my wrists and hauls me up by the back of my neck, so now I’m really looking. “We’re going to come all over this little cunt.”
Clarke’s words ring in my head, but Luke pulls out to his tip, veins popping out over his skin. If my heart beats any faster, I’ll die.
I don’t know what, or who, to be more afraid of. The man speaking in my ear is the commander, but the other, the other is the motherfucking executioner.
Luke shoves into me, and I see it all—he’s glistening from me.
“Do you know why?” Clarke reaches down, his palm flat on my belly, then he’s touching me, stroking my clit and it’s too much.
I moan, and the sound is deep, torn right from my belly.
“Do you know why?” he repeats with a squeeze to the back of my neck, and strokes harder.
I gasp, pelvis jerking. “Why?”
“Because it’s ours.” He rubs, and I’m so wet his fingers glide close to where Luke batters into me. “It’s our cunt. You’re our girl. And we’re going to fill you up.”
Our girl.
Tingles burst over me, my arousal flying to another peak. Then his hand is gone, and I’m dipping back down into my body, lost in the thrusts of a massive cock.