by Tara Rose
“Oh my God…I had no idea it could feel this way.”
“That’s probably because you’ve never been fucked while lying over another man’s thigh.”
She giggled. “That is true, Sire.”
“You feel wonderful, Dakota. Are you all right? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me, Bramwell. It’s heavenly.” She hoped it was all right that she’d called him by his first name. As he increased his thrusting, her moans grew louder, and then he withdrew.
“Next time it will be my turn,” said Kelton. “But first, there’s the matter of introducing you to this paddle.”
Dakota smiled. This day had certainly ended up differently from what she’d been imagining. As thoughts of what might be happening back home tried to crowd in, she pushed them away once more. She didn’t want to think about it right now. She only wanted to enjoy Bramwell and Kelton.
Chapter Seven
Kelton shifted her torso closer to him again, and then he pinned her arm as he’d done earlier. This time, he also pinned both her legs with his left thigh. She took a few deep breaths, and then cried out when the paddle came down across both ass cheeks. “That…hurts!”
“Too much?”
His voice held a note of amusement, and she had a feeling that even if she said it was, he’d talk her into taking at least a few strikes with it. That made her curious to see how many she could handle. This was something she’d always fantasized about, after all. Now was her chance to finally experience it. “No, Sire. I was surprised, that’s all.”
He caressed her hair again, and now Bramwell was back in the chair, without his condom on. He leaned over and kissed her. “Do you think you can take a few more? I’m so turned on watching him paddle you. He loves this kind of play so much.”
Oh, they were such persuasive and charming men. She had a sneaking suspicion this would become their modus operandi and she’d end up experiencing all sorts of decadent and exciting things she didn’t think she could handle at first. So why not let them have their fun? It turned her on like crazy, and they were obviously enjoying it. She didn’t believe they’d do her any real harm.
“All right, then. I will take more swats from you, Kelton. Is it okay, by the way, if I call you by your given names?”
“Yes,” said Kelton. “As long as you only do so when we’re alone like this.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed her hair. “Thank you for asking.”
Dakota waited, and then Kelton swatted her with the paddle three times in a row, hard and fast. She yelled, but at the same time the excitement pushed her near the edge of another orgasm so damn easily. This was what she’d fantasized about. Being taken like this, teased, and sent straight to the limits of her endurance. Her arousal was so intense, and she wanted more.
He caressed her ass cheeks and her back, while Bramwell pulled on his cock again. Did these men ever tire? Did they walk around in constant states of horniness? She might never leave the room if they kept this up.
“May I give you a few more?”
“Yes, Sire.”
He chuckled softly. “How many more may I give you?”
Oh, what a loaded question. Listening to him ask it in such a seductive way made her feel bold. “How many more would you like to give me, Sire?”
Both men laughed now. “Would you like the truth?”
“Yes, Sire.”
He smacked her ass once with the paddle, hard. “I’d like to tie you up and swat you until you can’t take one more and you beg me to stop.” She gasped as he gave her two more intense smacks. “Then I would fuck your pussy, slowly, until you were begging me to let you come.”
Dakota cried out in pain and pleasure as the paddle came down three times in a row, barely giving her time to catch her breath between strikes. “Then I would fuck your sweet mouth until my dick was so ripe and ready to burst that it caused me physical pain.” She groaned loudly as he swatted her four times, so fast it felt like one long, decadent blow. Finally, I would fuck your ass while I reached underneath to prolong your climax until we both couldn’t stand it any longer.”
This time, he paddled her five times, and she yelled and twisted against the hands that held her down. Sweat pooled along her hairline and her clit throbbed. She was so close to coming that all she’d have to do was flex her Kegel muscles. “Then and only then would I allow myself to fill your ass with my seed.”
He swatted her again, six times in a row, and then he stopped. She was panting and knew she’d reached her limits. Dakota started to tell him that, but Bramwell had her in his arms before she realized she was no longer on Kelton’s lap, and then she was lying face-down on the sofa. She heard Kelton put on a condom, and then his fingers were inside her ass, filling it with more oil.
“You are so sexy,” he said, his voice filled with awe. “I am so ready to fuck you I can’t even stand it. Please tell me you’re okay. Please say that was pleasurable for you.”
She could hardly think, let alone form words. His fingers drove her to distraction. “It was amazing, Sire.”
He leaned over and kissed her hair, her back, and finally her puffy, sore ass cheeks. “Tell me you want this. Beg me to fuck you in the ass.”
Dakota moaned softly. “Please, Sire. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”
Bramwell turned her face toward him and kissed her, rough and deep. “Beg me to fuck you in the mouth at the same time. I want to hear you say it.”
Tiny contractions rocked her pussy at his words. These two surpassed every fantasy she’d ever had. To realize she could have this, every day of her life, was too much to comprehend right now. “Fuck my mouth, Sire. Please. Fuck it while Kelton fucks my ass.”
Kelton slid his cock into her ass at the same time Bramwell slipped his into her mouth. Dakota couldn’t process all the competing sensations, so she simply let go. Her climax was crazy, and she could do nothing but lie there and take it. The men were a bit rougher this time, but she didn’t care. It was incredible to be filled by both of them at once, and in such a dirty way.
Bramwell pulled out of her mouth before he came, and within seconds Kelton cried out and jerked inside her ass in quick thrusts. When he withdrew, Bramwell turned her onto her back and covered her body with his, kissing her until she could barely breathe. Then he shoved his dick into her pussy and fucked her rough and hard until she came again.
“Oh, sweetheart…Yes. That’s what I wanted to feel.” His thrusting grew quick and deep, and then he filled her pussy with his cum. He held her for long moments until their breathing slowed, and then he gathered her in his arms and stroked her hair and back.
Once he crawled off her, she used the bathroom again, and then both men kissed her tenderly and led her to the bed once more. She curled up on her side and Kelton spooned her from behind. In front, Bramwell clasped her hands in his and kissed her face as she drifted off to sleep. She’d never been fucked like this, and she’d never been so damn content or totally sated in her entire life.
Dakota had no idea what would happen in the morning, but she knew she was safe here with Kelton and Bramwell, and right now, that was good enough for her.
* * * *
Bramwell woke and couldn’t remember at first where he was, and then he spotted Dakota curled up next to him, asleep. He smiled and stretched, and then crawled out of bed as quietly as possible. They’d done so much to her earlier and she needed her rest. Normally, when the women from her world crossed over, they were extra tired for days from the experience. After what they’d done with her, she might very well sleep for a week.
The lights they’d lit earlier still bathed the room in a soft glow. He glanced at the clock, surprised to find it was just past midnight. What had woken him? Kelton was still asleep, and Bramwell had no idea how much sleep his friend needed since they’d never discussed such a thing, or had both fallen asleep in the same bed together before today. He’d need to get used to that, as well as plenty of other expe
riences.
This was the first time he and Kelton had ever made love to a woman at the same time, and Bramwell was surprised to realize that now, after his dick had deflated and he no longer had an overwhelming urge to ravish Dakota, he wasn’t at all upset by the experience. It didn’t feel awkward or unnatural. It was as if they both had been waiting for her to set this part of them free.
Or at least, he hoped his friend felt the same way. They would need to discuss this, as well as lay down ground rules so they each kept their jealousy in check and didn’t upset Dakota with it. Both men were very jealous by nature, so this would take a lot of work and communication.
After speaking with other princes recently, both men had learned of the challenges they faced in sharing a woman. It wasn’t an easy task, but it was well worth it when the woman loved them in return and was devoted to them.
Bramwell gazed over Dakota’s sleeping form. Would she be that way toward them? Could she learn to love them? She certainly had enjoyed their lovemaking skills and the paddling Kelton had given her, but would that translate to everyday activities? Would she come to care for them one day?
The whole process of choosing a woman from the other world on sight had always sounded dangerous to Bramwell. Take the case of the triplets. Three women in five years chosen by the brothers, and all were dead. They hadn’t cared for those women or protected them. They’d killed them.
The women weren’t to blame. They found themselves in an unfamiliar world with no way to return home, taken almost by force from the moment they arrived. Telling them they’d been chosen meant nothing if they ended up hating the men who had taken them.
They had no say in who came to the hall, or the room where the guards took them until the princes came to choose them. He and Kelton had been lucky earlier in that they’d been in the right place at the right time, or Dakota might be in someone else’s bed right now.
But just because they’d had an erotic night with her didn’t mean she would automatically love them one day. What if she grew to hate them? Or at best, was indifferent toward them? He’d never asked Jarrett, Jaxon, Parker, Colton, Roland, Denver, or Archer how they would have handled it if Abigail, Brenna, or Chelsea had reacted in such a way.
He had asked his father once, and the man had waved his hand and told him that such a thing didn’t matter. It was his birthright to choose a woman, and she was his property, but Bramwell could never think of Dakota as something he owned, like a dog or a piece of land. She was a person, just as he was, and he wanted her to grow to like him. He longed for her to love him one day, but how did anyone know if such a thing would happen? Making love to her filled his physical needs as well as hers, but there was more to a person’s needs than sex.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he realized there was one physical need he needed to take care of. He was hungry, but he’d always hated waking Houston in the middle of the night for food, so his valet had been in the habit of leaving food out for him.
Bramwell went to his new room and was happy to see their custom had not stopped simply because they’d moved to new suite of rooms. Houston had left him a plate of cheese, crackers, and fruit, which Bramwell decided to take back to Dakota’s room in case she or Kelton woke.
He stopped moving when he heard voices coming from the door that led to the outside hallway. Both his and Kelton’s rooms led to the corridor, but Dakota’s did not. Their king had made sure the suites in which the women from the other world now lived with their princes had a room for the woman that was as insulated as possible from any outside hallway.
He opened the doors and peered out, but didn’t see anyone, which made him very nervous. Where were their guards? They should be here, standing or at least sitting right outside these doors.
He heard four distinct male voices, and none of them belonged to Houston or River. Were they guards? Why were they arguing, and with whom? Bramwell didn’t want to investigate alone, and was about to return to Dakota’s room to wake Kelton when a voice from behind caused him to startle. He whirled around to face Kelton. “I was just coming to get you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I woke up and went to my room to see if Houston had left me food, and heard voices in the hallway. The guards are gone and I don’t recognize the voices of the men who are arguing. Do you?”
Kelton peered out into the corridor and shook his head. “No. We’d best wake Houston and River.”
“Do you really think we should?”
“Bramwell, we have no guards in front of this suite, we have no idea who those men are, and we’ve left Dakota alone.” Kelton smiled. “All that sex has dimmed your senses.”
“I fear you may be correct. I’ll go and sit with Dakota. Will you alert Houston and River?”
“Yes, and then I’ll return to her room to wait with you.”
“We need to talk about this.”
“About Dakota?”
“Yes.”
“Can it wait until after we find out where our guards are?”
“Of course.”
Bramwell took the food back to Dakota’s room. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what dangerous times these were. He simply hated to deny any man or woman their rest. His father had been a hard man to grow up with. He’d been in the habit of waking his children up at all hours of the night and forcing them do lessons. He’d also denied them food at times, telling them it made their thoughts sharper.
It had been Bramwell’s experience that not eating or sleeping enough didn’t make one’s thoughts clearer. Not even close. He had a difficult time to this day waking anyone up without just cause, or not eating his fill and making sure everyone around him did the same.
He watched Dakota sleeping, his dick becoming hard again as memories of holding her and being inside her danced through his mind. To realize he no longer had to resort to seducing servant girls or peasants was such an overwhelming relief. She belonged to him and Kelton, and they could have her anytime they wanted.
Kelton returned within a few moments, followed by both Houston and River. Houston bowed. “Sire, forgive us both. We were awake and speaking with Daniel, one of the king’s guards just now.” Bramwell knew who Daniel was. He’d been a loyal castle guard for many years and Atheron trusted him with his life.
“Who were those men arguing?”
“Other guards, Sire. What you heard was not arguing, although I can understand why it sounded that way to your ears. The men were merely excited about the news they had heard. The guards who are assigned to this suite were among those you heard, Sire. They are now back at their post.”
“What news does Daniel have to tell that was important enough to wake you both?”
“There is news from Galatyn.”
Bramwell raised his brows. Galatyn was a kingdom to the southeast, on the other side of the Wastelands. They traded with them, but only through merchants who were allowed safe passage through the Wastelands. “Go on.”
“As our guards came into the villages near the Wastelands, looking for the people on the list compiled from Prince Dalton’s journal, one of our regular merchants engaged them in conversation about the events here at the castle. He then told them he’d overheard several members of the royal family in Galatyn talking about the descendant of a powerful sorcerer who wanted to visit Ashdown and meet the descendants of King Reginald. When this guard asked why she wanted to do that, the merchant told him a fascinating tale.”
Bramwell sighed. “Are you going to relay this tale to us or must we wait all night?”
“Yes, Sire. His Majesty is being woken now with the news, so I’m sure it’s all right that I repeat it.”
“Haven’t you been repeating it to each other?” asked Kelton. “Is that not what Bramwell heard you discussing?”
Houston nodded. “Yes, Sire. That is true. This sorcerer is from a long line of them, and she possesses the same gifts as her ancestors. She claims one of her ancestors is the sorcerer who made the first por
trait for King Reginald, and bestowed on him the power he asked for. The magick extended to all his male descendants, and to any portrait made from the wood of an ash tree, as long as there were living male descendants of King Reginald in Ashdown.”
Houston took a deep breath. “She also claims to know the secrets of the paintings, including how the twin portraits get into the other world, and what happens to them after the women cross over. And, she claims that she believes she has figured out how the women from the other world can return to theirs if they so choose.”
“What did you just say?”
The men turned to stare at Dakota, who sat up in bed, covered only by a sheet she held over her breasts with both hands.
“Are you telling me there’s someone alive who knows how to send me back home?”
Chapter Eight
Kelton hoped for a split second that she was dreaming, but one look into her eyes told him she was fully awake and had heard everything Houston said. “That’s what the guards heard her say, but we don’t have confirmation of that yet.”
The crestfallen look on her face tore at his heart. He’d enjoyed the most passionate, erotic night of his life, and now she wanted to go home. He tried to keep some perspective. The girl had friends, a job, and family that she’d never see again. If the situation were reversed, he would probably want to return to his own world, too.
But Kelton still couldn’t help feeling hurt. How had the others handled this? What had Jaxon and Parker felt when Brenna had tried to run away and they’d been forced to consummate their claim on her? Had it torn at them, the way it did now to him? Had they wished they’d never chosen her to begin with?
“But there’s a possibility it’s true,” she said.
He and Bramwell exchanged a glance, and Kelton knew his friend was thinking the same thing. All she wanted was to get away from them as soon as possible.