by Cara Adams
“You start by getting undressed.” Brayden stood behind her and unzipped her jeans.
“I think we’ve had this conversation before.” Elsie gave a little giggle.
Brayden placed his hand on her ass. “What about here? Has anyone fucked you here yet?”
“It was a long time ago. Before Mom got sick. I expect I’ll remember how to do it though.”
“You don’t need to remember because we’ll guide you. You have no idea how very much we all want you,” said Amory, holding her arms.
He wanted to hold so much more than just her arms, but he had to be certain she was fully accepting of his plan. He didn’t want to rush her or not give her time to recover from what had been an arduous day for them all. And he still didn’t know why the fuck that car had been following them. Somehow, in all the discussion about Judith, it hadn’t been explained to him. He made a mental note to ask his father tomorrow.
“I think I do know. It’s how I feel as well.”
Amory turned and got his toy box, laying it on the floor beside the mattresses, while Brayden and Favian undressed Elsie and themselves.
He handed Favian lube and a butt plug and Brayden bondage tape and a feather.
Brayden grinned. “I get to distract you while Favian makes you ready. This will be fun.”
Amory told her slowly, “Any time you want to stop playing just tell us. This isn’t a dungeon, and you aren’t our sub. Tonight is just for our enjoyment. When we eventually use the dungeon, you’ll need to choose a safe word.”
He bent down to remove his boots, almost falling over when she said, “Oh, I’ve already picked my safe word.”
“You have?”
“What is it?”
“Checkmate.”
Amory laughed. That was the word that ended a chess game so it was a very fitting word to end their dungeon play.
By the time he was undressed and had joined his brothers and Elsie on the pile of mattresses, her wrists were bound with the self-sticking bondage tape, and her arms were raised above her head. Brayden was crouched in front of her, stroking the feather on her skin in a random pattern. Amory could see her happy little wiggles and the goose bumps showing on her skin where Brayden ran the feather and tickled her.
Favian had her ass open now and was gradually inserting the butt plug inside her. Once again her ass was wiggling, and she was pressing her body down on the bedding so he knew she was aroused. His brothers had done an excellent job of preparing her so far.
He cracked his flogger through the air, causing her to twist her head around to look at it. He swished it through the air and showed her the handle, which was a dildo. Her eyes opened wider, and she licked her lips.
“Now we have a little pop quiz for you. One of us will touch you, and you have to say which of us it is. When you make a mistake, you’ll be punished.”
Elsie shook her head at him. “Amory, you’ll never make a school teacher. What if I’d like to be punished? You won’t know if I really knew the answer or not.”
He leaned over her and fitted a blindfold over her eyes. “I think we’ll be able to tell. But will you?”
* * * *
Brayden’s dick was harder than a metal pole, and all he could think of was fucking Elsie’s ass. He’d had his fingers inside her, and his dick was desperate to be in that hot ass. He knew she’d be tight and perfect inside, just the way she was perfect everywhere else.
He and his brothers kneeled beside her. She was so short they could reach almost all of her without moving. But to make it harder for her to know which of them was which, he drew a circle in the air over her lower back and ass, knowing his brothers would understand he was suggesting they all touch her in that small area, which they could all reach easily without moving.
Amory gave him a thumbs-up and pointed to the feather.
Brayden took the feather, and using the quill end, he scraped a line down her spine, drawing a circle around the bruise forming on her center back. She’d mentioned hitting the metal wall of the minivan when he was driving, and it pained him to see his driving had bruised her. Still it had been better than having Lutterworth’s two desperados stop them or ram the minivan and make it undriveable.
He’d been terrified he’d let his family down during that section of the journey, and as for driving up into the furniture van, he never wanted to do that again. Driving really fast could be awesome fun. Knowing his driving might kill not only himself and his brothers but also the woman he loved was not fun at all.
“Who is touching you, Elsie?” asked Amory, forcing Brayden to focus on his artwork on Elsie’s back.
“The feather is Brayden. Your finger is on my thigh,” she answered serenely.
Brayden looked down at her thigh. He hadn’t even noticed Amory petting her there.
He handed the feather to Favian at the same time Amory gave Favian the flogger. This was going to be interesting. Favian was only one of them who could do that trick of moving one hand in one direction while moving his other hand in the opposite direction. If he did something like that now, Elsie would certainly be confused.
As if Favian had read their minds, he began using the feather in his left hand, teasing it over her ass and up her butt crack. Frowning fiercely, he took the flogger in his right hand and dragged the strands up and down Elsie’s spine. He kept the flogger going when he stopped using the feather on her ass and moved it to trail crossways over her back.
Brayden grinned at Amory. No way would Elsie ever work that out. Something like ninety percent of the population couldn’t move their hands in different patterns independently of each other.
“Which of us is touching you now?” asked Amory.
“Favian is very talented indeed. He almost had me fooled until I remembered one of the older men in the chess club.”
“Huh?” asked Brayden. Surely no dirty old man in the chess club had touched her naked body.
“He could play two completely different chess games simultaneously. It’s the same sort of skill of compartmentalizing the brain, as Favian is using now.”
Well, fuck. He’d never expected her to get that right.
“Why don’t you just admit you aren’t going to confuse me and get on with the spanking so we can get to the sex?” she asked.
Amory rolled her over onto her back and said, “So you’d like to be spanked. What about being flogged?”
Her mouth opened, and she ran her tongue along her lips. Brayden didn’t know if her lips were dry or if she was doing it to tease them. But whatever the reason, it was an incredibly sexy move. If his dick hadn’t already been as hard as it could possibly be, that one little action would have given him a first-class erection.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Brayden’s eyes almost bugged out of his head as she wiggled her ass on the bedding and dropped her knees flat, opening her legs wide until he could clearly see the moisture glistening in her pussy lips. Well, hell, she was serious. The thought of them spanking her had her as hot as him.
Brayden reached down a hand and hauled her to her feet, standing himself as he lifted her up.
“Come over here and lean over the pool table.”
He led her to the table and bent her over it, her elbows on the green baize and her breasts just over the edge of the table. He spread her legs wide apart, and then he pressed his lips to her delicate ear, licking the shell.
“Have you ever been fucked on a billiard table before?”
She giggled. “No I haven’t. How many girls have you three fucked on it already?”
“None at all, but it’s always been one of my fantasies.”
She looked back over her shoulder at him. “We could probably deal with that tonight, if you want to.”
Hell yes he wanted to. But he couldn’t monopolize her. He had both his brothers to consider as well.
Brayden stepped to the side as Amory lined up level with her hip and began flogging her.
“You didn’t pl
ay our game very well. You deserve to be punished,” said Amory.
Actually Brayden thought she played their game too well. She knew each of them and didn’t make any mistakes. Hmm. Now that he thought about that a little more, it was pretty amazing really. They’d been together only a few weeks, yet already she seemed to instinctively know who was who among them. Brayden was more used to people not knowing which one was him and which was Favian. Although there was thirteen months age difference between them, they were really very similar. Yet Elsie wasn’t making that mistake. He grinned. It must be a sign that she truly was their mate and meant for them. Already she knew them better than they knew themselves.
Amory handed Favian the flogger and turned Elsie around to face them. He lifted her up onto the corner of the pool table, spreading her legs wide, one each way with the corner of the table like an arrow pointing at her cunt. Favian kneeled down and rubbed the dildo handle up and down her pussy lips until it was coated with her cream.
Now it was Brayden’s turn again. “Look at me, Elsie.”
Her big blue eyes opened, and she stared into his face. Her eyes were heavy lidded, and her chest was heaving. She really was very aroused from the flogging. That was excellent. Now it was his job to bring her even higher.
Brayden gripped her hips and pushed her ass down flat onto the surface of the table. “How does it feel to have a butt plug in your ass, Elsie?”
He rubbed her ass backward and forward on the baize.
She whispered, “Full. Hot. Sexy.”
Favian began working the dildo into her cunt.
“How does it feel to have your cunt filled as well?” Brayden asked. Now it was his chest that was pounding with the eroticism of seeing his woman filled with toys. One more for her mouth and then she’d have a true picture of what was about to happen.
“Exciting.” This time her reply was a barely audible breathy sigh.
“But we aren’t finished yet, are we? What’s missing?” he asked her.
“They aren’t your cocks. They’re just toys.”
That was true, but she was supposed to mention her mouth. Maybe she thought she wouldn’t be able to answer if her mouth was full.
Amory stepped nearer to her and said, “Wrong answer. Now you deserve more punishment.”
He pushed a ball gag into her mouth, tightening it behind her head, and then flicked a much smaller flogger over her breasts and her belly, making sure to hit her mound where the dildo now filled her cunt, the strands of the flogger trailing over her thighs.
“If you want to stop the game, raise your arms,” Amory ordered Elsie.
Amory moved back, and Brayden rolled Elsie over onto her front again while Favian picked up the whip Amory had laid on the edge of the table. Favian whipped across Elsie’s ass. It was only slightly pink from the flogger, and Favian punished her firmly, making her skin flare red as he concentrated on her ass.
Amory lifted her off the pool table and removed the ball gag.
“What do you want, Elsie?”
She tilted her head back and gave them all a quick look. “I want you to fuck me.”
“What did you feel when we punished you?” Amory asked.
Brayden held his breath. This answer was incredibly important to them all. Only if she enjoyed BDSM and found it added to her pleasure would he be truly happy.
“Hot. I liked it. But I really need you to fuck me now.”
Perfect! He really wanted to fuck her, but it had to be her choice. Dammit. No woman ever created could possibly be as ideal for them as Elsie.
Chapter Seven
Elsie was a little surprised her body hadn’t combusted already. Everything the men did to her just made her more and more aroused. She couldn’t ever recall needing to be fucked as desperately as she did right now.
Guessing who’d touched her was incredibly easy. She didn’t understand how anyone who’d met them wouldn’t instantly know who was who. It wasn’t as if they were triplets, like Maia’s men, or even twins like the security guards who she’d met the day she’d arrived at the warehouse. Amory was four years older than Favian. Added to that, he’d had the responsibility of leading the pack for years now, and that showed not just in the few threads of gray in his hair but also in his movements, his body language, his thought patterns—in everything he said and did. He was firmer, more definite, slower, more deliberate in mannerisms and words.
Favian was more light-hearted. She’d always considered him as the clown in the group. That was a bit exaggerated. He took his work just as seriously as the others. But the laugh lines beside his whiskey-brown eyes were there for a reason, and that reason was because he was more playful and carefree, more inclined to see humor in every situation and more likely to laugh than to scowl at life in general.
Brayden was different again. He looked exactly like Favian, but there was more of Amory’s stolidity and determination in him. It was good that he’d been driving when they were pursued. She’d learned this evening that all three of them had passed an advanced driving course, and she was damn glad they had. But Brayden had been the right person to take control of their safety at that time. Amory had his pack to worry about, whereas Brayden was free to focus on his driving to the exclusion of all else, and likely he’d saved their lives with his quick responses and clever moves.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell in the past. It was time to think about what would happen next between her and these men.
Her ass was hot and sore. It’d been flogged quite hard, and she expected it’d be a good reminder of tonight, come tomorrow. That was good because it took away her focus from the bruise on her back, and she wanted to forget that. It was good in a way because it reminded her that they were safe. But she’d much rather be reminded of the three men asking her questions and punishing her for her responses.
It was the same with the butt plug and the dildo. It was a mind-boggling feeling to have toys in both her channels at the same time. They kept her wet and needy, which was likely the very thing the men had planned. But she wanted to move on and discover what cocks inside her felt like, not toys.
Elsie lowered her arms and wiggled her shoulders back and forth. “You need to untie my hands. Right now I’m not going to be able to cooperate very well with your plans.”
“You need to trust us to make all the decisions. Telling us what to do is a very major error on your part. It implies that you don’t believe we’re constantly thinking of you and taking care of your needs,” said Amory.
“You have to learn to put all your cares on our shoulders. We’re here to take care of you,” added Favian.
“Our primary care is your safety and pleasure.”
Brayden picked her up and put her back on the pool table, her body on the table itself, her ass high in the air on the lip of the table. He held her arms outstretched above her head while Amory moved to her left and spanked her very hard indeed with the flat of his hand. Tears sprang to her eyes with the shock. She knew these men were big and strong. They carried her around as if she weighed no more than a backpack. She was short and slender but not that light.
Again and again Amory’s hand landed on her red-hot ass, lighting fires deep inside her even as the pain made her clench her teeth and fold her lips so she didn’t yell.
Fucking hell it hurts! But they were correct. She wasn’t supposed to give instructions in a BDSM scene. She knew that. And she’d absolutely keep her mouth shut in future. Unless she wanted a spanking. It certainly made her hotter than ever for sex. Damn, she wished they’d take the toys out of her and fill her with their cocks instead.
When Amory lifted her up off the table, Favian was leaning against the wall, tugging on his cock. Brayden removed the dildo from her cunt, and Amory held her at Favian’s waist while he slid his cock into her pussy.
“Wrap your legs around his hips and lock your ankles in the small of his back,” ordered Amory, putting her bound wrists around Favian’s neck.
She’d never fu
cked a man completely unsupported and off the ground like this before. She just hoped Favian was strong enough to keep holding her.
“Look at me,” said Amory. She twisted her head to the side and stared. He was standing on the pool table holding the dildo.
“Tip your head back and deep throat the dildo,” he ordered.
She was just about to say that was impossible before remembering that her ass was quite sore enough for today.
Obediently she sucked the dildo into her mouth, noticing her own cream flavoring it, which was rather weird. Amory held her head, tipping it back showing her how to straighten her throat. Elsie was concentrating hard on her lesson when the butt plug was removed from her ass. She wanted to turn and look over her shoulder but couldn’t because Amory’s hand was on her head, guiding her in her cock-sucking lesson.
Fuck, it was hard to concentrate. Brayden was pushing his cock into her ass, holding her cheeks wide apart and wiggling and rocking his way deeper and deeper inside her. Already her cunt was full and stretched wide by Favian’s cock. Adding Brayden’s into her ass was stretching her body wider and farther. But it was working. Favian was taking it slowly and was sliding deeper and deeper into her dark channel, filling and spreading her tissues as he went.
Elsie moaned at the delicious pressure of two cocks deep inside her, and Amory surprised her by pushing the dildo down the back of her throat as she did. Instantly she gagged, but he said, “Breathe through your nose, Elsie. You’re almost there. Keep swallowing.”
Her throat tried to close as she swallowed convulsively a few more times, but as Amory patiently fucked her mouth with the dildo, her muscles adjusted, and she knew she could deep-throat him.
It was a freeing thought. The idea of all three of them inside her body at once was almost enough to make her come before any of them fucked her with their cocks at all.
She’d known all along being with three men would be extreme. She’d been more than ready to be fucked three times so each of them could have an orgasm. She’d even toyed with the idea of multiple men at once, although she’d never expected it to happen with her feet crushed between a sexy man’s backside and a wall with a second man pressed to her back and a third man standing on a table. That picture still made her brain want to say it wasn’t possible. It might not be possible, but Amory was feeding his cock into her mouth right now, so it was sure as hell about to happen.