by Tara Rose
“Absolutely beautiful,” said Bramwell. “I don’t know where to go first.”
To realize she had this kind of power over these two strong men who were royalty in this kingdom floored her. She hadn’t expected anything like this. They gazed at her with reverence, not merely lust. Was this what Abigail, Brenna, and Chelsea had experienced their first night in this castle? Would these two always look at her in this way?
Was this real?
You can stop asking that now, genius. It’s real!
“May I undress each of you?” she asked before she lost her nerve.
They exchanged a look full of triumph and she couldn’t help laughing. It was such a tender and genuine thing to do, and right now they looked like awkward teens about to get it on for the first time, not experienced men who likely knew exactly what they were doing. A thought occurred to her as she glanced from one handsome face to the other. “May I ask how old you each are? Just curious.”
Kelton gave her that sexy grin of his. “Are you trying to stall for time?”
“No. Honestly. I’m not.”
“We are both thirty-eight.”
“I’m thirty.”
“Good. Now that we know such a mundane thing about each other, come over here and take off my clothes. Slowly. I want to savor this.” Kelton pulled her toward him and then he let go of her hands.
“Do the same to me,” said Bramwell.
“Haven’t any of the women you’ve had sex with before undressed you?”
“No,” they both answered together.
“What a waste.” She glanced over their clothing, trying to decide what was easiest to take off first. She removed each of their waistcoats and hesitated. She didn’t want to simply dump them on the floor.
Bramwell pointed toward a chair. “Toss them over there.”
She did, and then she realized their shirts were tucked into their breeches, so those would have to go first. She managed to figure out the fasteners at their waists, but then Kelton told her to hang on while he removed his boots. Bramwell did the same, and then she returned to what she’d been doing. They watched her with smiles on their faces, their eyes alive with lust and anticipation. It was so damn sexy to see them barely hanging on like this. It made her feel powerful and more wanton than she ever had.
Once the breeches were loosened, she freed their shirts and then pulled them over their heads to reveal two hard bodies. Both men looked as though they worked out every single day. They were so striking she just stood there, staring at them.
“Dakota…please don’t stop now.” Bramwell’s voice was rough and thick, as though he was having trouble forming words.
“Sorry. You two are so beautiful. May I touch you?”
He caressed her hair and she moaned softly. “You may do anything you wish to us.”
“Thank you.” Dakota brushed her fingers along the muscles in their arms and shoulders, one hand on each man, until they both moaned softly and their gazes turned dark and impatient. She’d never been the aggressor in sex, but seemed unable to stop herself now. She wanted to touch them everywhere, lick their bodies, and watch how long they could hold out before simply taking her.
When she reached their chests, she teased their nipples first with her fingertips and then with her tongue. Both men swore under their breath, which sent a smile to her face. Nice to know some things were the same in both worlds.
Kelton tangled his fingers in her hair as she traced a line with her tongue down his abdomen and back up again, and when she did the same to Bramwell, he pulled her hair hard enough to force her to look up at him.
“Just so you know, every tease and playful thing you do to prolong our torture will be done to you, threefold, by each of us.”
She let out a shaky breath. “Thank you for the warning, Sire.”
“Then again,” said Kelton, “we might just tire of this, throw you on the bed, and take you over and over again.”
Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms at his words, but she didn’t care either way. This was heaven, and she wasn’t going to stop until they made her do so. She loosened their breeches completely and then asked the men to take them and their stockings off at the same time. “I don’t want to show favoritism, Sire.”
Bramwell laughed. “Well played, Dakota.” He cut his gaze toward Kelton for a second, and then both men took off their breeches to reveal thick, red cocks, already dripping with pre-cum. She licked her lips and stared at their naked bodies, unable to move. This was so much more intimate than any experience she’d had, maybe because of the circumstances, but she suspected it was more to do with who they were.
They were princes of this kingdom, and they’d chosen her to be their woman. Her situation finally became real in her mind as she moved her gaze from their groins to their faces. This was her home now, and these were the only two men she’d have sex with for the rest of her life. And it had all started with a canvas that had intrigued her because of its frame.
You couldn’t make this shit up.
Chapter Six
Dakota smiled slightly, feeling shy now, although she couldn’t say why. “I’m yours, Sire,” she said quietly, gazing into first Bramwell’s eyes and then Kelton’s. “Do with me what you wish.”
No one moved, and then Kelton reached for her and lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. He carried her to the bed and laid her on top of the comforter, and Dakota had just enough time to notice how soft it was and how great it smelled before he was on her.
He covered her body with his and kissed her like he might never be able to do it again, and then she cried out as he trailed his tongue down to her breasts. He kneaded them in his hands, licking and sucking her nipples until she thought she’d go out of her mind with desire. Each pass of his hot tongue sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit.
Bramwell made a noise, and Kelton looked up in time to see him toss a dark bottle toward him. He caught it with one hand, and then sat back on his heels. “Thanks. I was getting there, eventually.”
Bramwell chuckled and crawled onto the bed. “Well, move aside then so I can lick her pussy. She’s soaked. I can smell it.”
Dakota let out a loud exhale. “As if I can help it. You two are seriously sexy.”
Kelton grinned down at her. “So are you.”
She grasped his hair and pulled it out of the ribbon to watch it cascade over his shoulders. Then she tangled her fingers in it. “This is sexy, too, and so soft.”
He moved to her side, bent his head, and returned to torturing her breasts with his teeth and tongue. She buried her hands in his hair as Bramwell moved between her legs and licked her pussy. Dakota cried out as he sucked her clit, and then he sat up and poured some oil on his fingers before slipping them inside her pussy. She purred in the back of her throat. “That feels wonderful.”
“No pain?”
He sounded genuinely concerned, but she didn’t want them to think they’d hurt her. “No. Honestly. The oil makes it pain free.”
“It’s very slippery and makes it easy to slide things into hot, tight places.”
She moaned loudly and writhed against their touches as they teased her nipples and clit, until she was so ready for their dicks inside her that she was sure she’d lose her mind. All her previous apprehensions were gone. There was nothing except Bramwell and Kelton, their magical bodies, and the warmth of that oil inside her pussy.
They changed places, and she wasn’t sure she could take much more. “Sire…please…I need you inside me. Please fuck me.”
Both men groaned, and then Kelton sat back on his heels and brushed his hands up and down her body. He gazed into her face with a look of molten lust that set her entire body on fire for him. When he pushed his dick into her pussy, there was no pain at all, only the most exquisite sensation imaginable.
He grasped her breasts, kneading them in strong hands, and then he began to thrust, groaning loudly as he did so. “You are so tight! It’s i
ncredible.”
Bramwell knelt next to her chest and pulled on his cock, which she found so damn sexy she couldn’t look away. “Do you enjoy watching me do this?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Sire.”
He smiled at her and continued while Kelton fucked her faster now. Each thrust massaged the sweet spot inside her, and when Bramwell flicked her clit with his free hand, she cried out as her orgasm drew closer. He let go of his cock and moved lower, and then he massaged her clit while Kelton thrust deeper now.
“I think she’s close,” he said.
“I want to watch you come,” said Kelton. “Then I’ll let Bramwell have a turn. Then we’re both going to fuck you in the mouth, and then in your sweet, round ass.”
“Maybe we’ll even spank her luscious ass,” said Bramwell. “For being such a tease earlier and working us both into a frenzy.”
That did it. Dakota cried out as an intense climax washed over her. Kelton made sexy, satisfied noises in the back of his throat as he rode the waves, and then, before it ended, he pulled out and Bramwell took his place.
Kelton kissed her while Bramwell fucked her rough and deep, and she could hardly process all the competing sensations. Her orgasm was still going strong, and that alone amazed her. Having two men on her body, touching her, fucking her, and kissing her at the same time was unlike anything her fantasies had conjured up. She hadn’t been physically or emotionally prepared for the reality of this. It was sheer heaven, and she never wanted it to end.
Bramwell pulled out and Kelton asked her to turn over. She did without even asking why. It didn’t matter. She would give these two anything right now. Dakota almost giggled at the sensation of being punch drunk. Her entire body tingled and she felt more alive than she had in years.
Kelton told her to get on her hands and knees, and then he reached underneath to play with her pussy lips and clit while he slid his cock into her from behind. She cried out loudly with each thrust because at this angle, he was going to make her come again. No doubt about it.
Bramwell played with her nipples, including brushing his slick cock against their sides. When he worked his way toward her face with it, she opened her mouth and both men groaned again.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice tight and breathy.
“Yes, Sire. Very sure.”
Bramwell slid his dick into her mouth and she tried to keep breathing. Both men swore softly, and she loved that this pleased them so much. The experience of being filled in two holes was enough to make her come again, and this time it was blinding. Kelton fucked her pussy like a runaway train, and he massaged her clit as the contractions went on and on.
Bramwell didn’t force too much of his cock inside her mouth, for which she was grateful, but she might not have noticed if he had. It was so damn arousing she couldn’t even stand it. When both men withdrew, they each kissed her deeply, tongues and all, and then they switched places.
Dakota was about to lose her mind from lust. Could a person do that? She’d never had sex like this before, and none of her fantasies had come close to this experience. Kelton pushed more of himself inside her mouth than Bramwell had done, but she welcomed it. She’d always loved giving blowjobs, and this was the ultimate surrender, having both holes filled at once.
Would they really fuck her in the ass? She hoped so. She wanted everything they could give her, and if they spanked her on top of it, she knew she’d simply pass out from the excitement.
Kelton cried out loudly and her mouth was filled with hot cum. She tried to swallow all of it, but some dribbled onto her chin. Bramwell swore again and then he withdrew. He rolled her onto her side as soon as Kelton pulled out, and held her head still with both hands while he shoved his dick into her mouth.
She reached down and played with her clit while he fucked her, deep and rough. “Oh, Dakota…Oh, that is so damn seductive to watch!” He cried out and jerked a few times, and then she had more delicious cum to swallow. This time, she got it all down, and then he sat her up and pulled her into his arms.
Bramwell stroked her hair and back. “That was amazing. Please tell us you liked it, too. Please tell us we didn’t hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me. I absolutely loved it.”
He released the embrace and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, and then Kelton pulled her close. “Give us a few minutes and we’ll be ready to go again. This time, you’re going to get a good, hard spanking for being such a temptress.”
She shivered at his words. A few minutes? Were they human? “May I use the bathroom first?”
Kelton chuckled and then pointed toward a door. “It’s through there, but don’t keep us waiting forever.”
“Yes, Sire.” She scooted off the bed. Once she took care of business, Dakota returned to the room to find them with their heads bent together, talking quietly. “Plotting my demise?”
Bramwell gave her a grin that sent shivers down her spine. “Yes. Come over here, please.”
She walked over to the sofa, her entire body on fire for them once more. She should be tired and sore by now, but the only thing she felt was intense arousal. She’d never had such a strong physical reaction to any man. Why these two? What was it about them? The images she’d glimpsed in the painting came back to her. Did they have something to do with how she felt?
Did it matter? She was here, with two truly gorgeous men who each made love like sex gods. Fuck the why, what, or how. She simply wanted to enjoy this.
She spotted the bottle of oil and a box of condoms on a table next to the sofa. “You have those?”
“Yes, but we don’t like to use them all the time,” said Bramwell. “If things are likely to get messy, we will, otherwise we prefer going in bare.”
Then her eye caught several other items and she raised her brows.
“While you were taking your time in the bathroom,” said Kelton, “I retrieved a few toys from my room.”
“How convenient. Have you always had them?”
The men chuckled and Kelton took a seat on the sofa. “For a while, yes. Come over here, Dakota. It’s time to introduce you to my favorite form of play.” He reached over and picked up a thick leather glove and a long wooden paddle. Dakota bit back a moan as her pussy grew wet. “Have you ever been spanked or paddled?”
She shook her head.
“She doesn’t look averse to the idea,” said Bramwell, his gaze sharp.
“I’m not, Sire.”
They exchanged a delighted glance and Kelton patted his right thigh. “Lay over my leg, then. I promise I’ll be careful. When you’ve had enough, all you need to do is tell me. Agreed?”
“All right.” Bramwell helped her drape herself over Kelton’s right thigh, and then both men brushed their hands over her back, the sides of her breasts, and her ass cheeks. She moaned and writhed against their combined touches, her arousal peaking once more.
When they began to reach underneath and tease her nipples and clit, she could hardly believe another orgasm was building. Now she knew they were infused with magick. Kelton put on the glove and caressed her ass cheeks with it, while Bramwell moved a chair closer and sat in it, right in front of her face. She was treated to the sight of him pulling on his impressive cock, which was rock-hard again.
Kelton swatted her with the spanking glove, easy at first, but then his strikes quickly grew more forceful and closer together. Kelton reached for her left arm with his right one, and eased it behind her back until he’d pinned it. Bramwell placed his free hand on her lower back. “We won’t restrain you with rope or cuffs this time,” said Kelton, “but for future sessions, we might.”
“Oh …That sounds like fun, Sire.”
Kelton made a sexy noise and then began swatting her again, harder this time. “I’ll keep that in mind.” It stung, but at the same time, the endorphin rush was ridiculous. Once again, her fantasies hadn’t prepared her at all for the real deal. She moaned loudly as excitement coursed through her body, hot and wet. She didn
’t want this to end, and when he stopped spanking her, she cried out in protest.
“Sweetheart, your ass is nice and pink already. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Did he just call me sweetheart?
“Yes, Sire, I loved it.”
“Time for something different to claim your lovely ass, and then we’ll see how you handle the paddle.”
Bramwell stood and she heard him moving behind her, but couldn’t see what he was doing. She tried to look over her shoulder, but Kelton had her pinned in such a way that she wasn’t able to.
“Don’t you worry about him.” Kelton let go of her arm and shifted her torso and hips away from his slightly. He told her to place her feet on the floor but stay bent over his thigh. She did, and then gasped as a warm, wet finger gently slid into her asshole.
“What do you think?” asked Bramwell.
“Oh …Oh, it feels nice. Very nice.”
He leaned over and kissed her tender ass cheeks, and then he withdrew his finger and inserted two. That burned a little, but once she got used to the fullness, the most delicious sense of peace enveloped her. He stretched the walls, so carefully that she nearly cried. They hadn’t gone back on their word at all. They weren’t going to hurt her.
When Bramwell removed his fingers, she heard the unmistakable sound of a condom being donned, and then she knew what he was going to do. She tensed, and Kelton must have felt it, because he stroked her hair. “Breathe, Dakota. Just relax. We’ll be very careful with this. Have you had anal sex before?”
“It’s been quite a while.” His soft touch helped calm her trepidation.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“As long as enough lube was used.”
“This oil is nice and slippery, as you’ve already experienced,” said Bramwell. He moved between her legs and teased the opening to her asshole with his sheathed cock. She closed her eyes and let the sensations of Kelton’s hand on her hair soothe her, even as Bramwell slid his dick into her. It burned at first, but she forced her muscles to relax until she grew used to the fullness, and then there was no pain. She only felt exquisite pleasure, and when he began to move, she moaned loudly as each gentle thrust massaged her clit from underneath.