by Chloe Lang
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scott strip out of his clothes.
“Don’t move, little one.”
She felt Eric apply lubricant to her anus with his thick fingers. Scott went to the table with all the sex toys.
Scott came back with a purple dildo. “This will do fine.”
Did they mean to put that thing in her ass? It was too big, though it was a little smaller than either of their cocks were.
“Scott, cuff her wrists but leave her ankles alone.” Eric’s fingers circled the tight ring of her ass, continuing to apply more lube.
She trembled, worrying about what was about to come. Could she take a dildo into her ass and survive? What if she hated it? What then? Was that the kind of woman they needed? The old doubts bubbled to the surface, drowning her in worry.
“Agreed.” Scott placed the handcuffs on her wrists and then attached them to the rings on the bench. “I think a few spanks will get our baby out of her head.
“Absolutely on board with that idea.” Eric actually sounded eager. “Little one, do you trust us?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her clit began to throb but all she could think about was how in the world she would be able to take Eric’s monstrous cock in her ass.
She felt the sting of the first whack on her cheeks. It hadn’t come from an open hand but from something harder.
As if on cue, Scott placed the offending paddle in front of her face. It looked brutal and so very dangerous. “See this? Take a good look at this, sub.”
It was a wicked black and was terrifyingly big.
“This is going to help us get you out of your head so you can enjoy some real pleasure.”
Another whack landed on her ass, delivering a hot bite. Another fell on a different part of her bottom, and she started to shiver. Another came. And another. Whack. Whack. Her ass began to burn and she chewed on her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears that were pricking her eyes.
Eric patted her ass, reminding her what he intended to do. God, she wanted to be all he wanted her to be, but she just wasn’t sure it was possible, despite what her treasured books told her.
“Still in her head,” Scott said.
“I know.” Eric tugged on her hair. “Color?”
“Green, Sirs,” she panted out.
Rapid-fire blows from Eric’s open hand rained down on her ass. Spank. Spank. Spank.
Her doubts scampered away, leaving only the hot sensations emanating from the devastating stings on her ass into her belly and down her thighs.
She was so hot, on fire even, her ache expanding and stretching. She closed her eyes and the tears fell. Manly lips touched her mouth and she opened her eyes and saw Scott’s brown beauties staring back at her.
Eric sent his fingers into her ass and she gasped. She could feel her pussy dampening, spilling her cream on the bench. Her clit throbbed and she writhed under Eric’s finger assault into her ass. He stretched her with more thrusts, adding another finger to his work.
Her breathing became labored, every nerve ending in her body firing. She wanted to prove she could do this, wanted to prove to her men she was the woman they wanted her to be.
“What color, little one?”
“Green, Sirs.”
Eric stroked her ass in a way that clearly let her know that he was to be trusted, that he knew what he was doing, and that he intended on doing it. His gentle, caressing fingertips were reassurances that he wouldn’t push her beyond her limits, beyond her ability to tolerate.
She would take him. He deserved her other virginity. He would take it and she would willingly surrender it to him.
“Take in a deep breath for us, baby,” Scott commanded.
She did, filling her lungs to the maximum of their capacity.
“Blow it out all at once.”
Again, she obeyed, letting the air rush out in a single giant exhalation.
“Big, calming breath. Good. Very good. Now, blow it out again.”
As the last ounce of air passed her lips, she felt the toy get shoved into her ass. The collision of plastic toy to virgin flesh shocked her into a dizzy state. She was being spread apart, stretched wide. Again, manly lips pressed on her feminine mouth. She kept her eyes tight, fighting to hold on. The kiss helped. So did the hands on her body. When she felt a thumb press on her clit, she screamed into Scott’s unrelenting mouth.
The pain had morphed into need inside her body. She wanted Eric, wanted him to take her where she’d never been taken.
“She’s ready, bro.”
“That’s enough plug for you tonight.” Eric kissed the side of her face. “Time to fill up this sweet virgin ass with my dick, little one.”
The toy and handcuffs were removed, leaving her aching for more. She needed to feel him inside her, be possessed in that way. She felt Eric’s naked body cover her back, his weight restraining her more than the cuffs ever had. When she felt the head of his cock on her anus, she wiggled her hips for him to enter, her need so intense, so consuming.
“You’re going to be trouble, little one. I can see that clearly.” His voice had an edge of threat that made her tremble. “Who is in charge here? You or your Doms—Scott and me?”
A little grin spread across her face. My Doms. “You are, Sirs. You are in charge.”
“Excellent. Now, let me do my Dom job and take your virgin ass the way it was meant to be taken.” He kissed the back of her head, and she moaned into Scott’s lips.
Eric thrust his cock into her ass, and her entire body seemed to vibrate. She was stretched and so very full. As the pain backed down, she was racked with zipping tingles that ran up and down her body, one after another and another and another.
Suddenly she was pulled off the bench. Eric’s cock remained deeply seated in her ass as his back hit the floor. Scott hovered above her with his thick, monstrous cock in his fist. If Eric was acting as her mattress, then Scott was her blanket. Her lips trembled as Scott slowly, ever so slowly, sent his cock into her weeping pussy. Every hungry stroke forward into her channel ignited more desire and more need than before. Their hard cocks were filling her beyond what she thought possible. She wrapped her legs around Scott’s waist and her arms around his neck.
“Squeeze our dicks, little one.” Eric growled. “Feel us inside you.”
She obeyed, tightening her pussy and her ass around their thickness.
Scott placed one hand on the floor to steady himself and continued his assault. The other one he sent between them until his fingertips were on her clit. His touch multiplied her already crazed suffering.
As their thrusts synced up, her body began to writhe like mad. She was close to the edge of an orgasm. So close.
“Feels so good, Sirs,” she panted, unable to remain quiet.
“Yeah it feels good, sub. It feels fucking amazing.” Scott’s control was tossed aside now and he pounded into her, a man lost to his passions.
“Come for us, little one.” Eric’s breathing and tone told her he was on the brink of losing his control, too.
Something about this moment, with her men claiming her utterly, with her body buzzing like mad, with the knowledge that this was only the beginning of her life with Eric and Scott, turned up the heat and sent her rocketing past her boundaries to the orgasm she so desperately needed.
It erupted in a sea of sensations zipping through her body like hot electricity, exploding along every path of nerves, every line of tingles, every gasp for air. She never knew a scream could be joyous and so intoxicating until this very moment. She wasn’t sure if this room at Phase Four was soundproof or not, but she didn’t care who heard her. She had to let it out. Her euphoria was too big to be contained in her body.
“Fuuck. Ahhh.” Scott’s climax was reflected all over his handsome face. She could feel the pulse of his cock in her pussy, which was convulsing around his shaft again and again.
Then she felt Eric’s final thrust into her ass. “Yesss.” His word drew out in a steamy hiss as he ca
me inside her ass.
“Oh God!” she screamed, as another fresh round of wild tingles ripped through her flesh. Her womb tightened, released, and then tightened again, over and over.
How long she remained sandwiched between Eric and Scott, she couldn’t tell. She was completely spent, barely holding on to consciousness.
Scott hoisted her up off the floor and off of Eric. She leaned into his chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist.
The brothers pulled out towels from a cabinet she’d failed to see when they’d come into the room. There was also a sink. She was completely wrung out, and the tingles continued as they cleaned her entire body and applied soothing lotion to her freshly spanked, stinging bottom. They dressed her together. Scott kissed and caressed her lightly as Eric put on his clothes. Then the brothers traded places, and Eric feathered his lips over her lips, nose, and eyes.
As they walked her out of Phase Four, keeping her eyes open was proving to be a difficult task. The past few days had been so long. She could’ve died the other day. Gretchen could’ve died, too. Her men might’ve been killed. But none of that had happened.
Once outside, Eric lifted her up in his arms. The cloudless night was filled with stars.
They piled into his truck for the two-minute, three-block drive back to their mansion. Our mansion. Her exhausted giggle came out more like a pant.
Scott carried her inside and up to their room, the one Eric and Scott had given her the first day she’d come to Destiny. The one with the big, comfy bed.
They undressed her and placed her in the center of the mattress. She watched her two billionaires strip out of their clothes.
Scott crawled in beside her on the right. He kissed her. “God, you’re beautiful. How did I ever live without you?”
“I don’t know,” she said, sounding more feminine than ever before.
He kissed her again. “I love you, Megan.”
“I love you, too.”
Eric got in the bed on her left. She rolled to face him. His gaze captured her eyes entirely. “I love you, little one.” He kissed her, sweeping his tongue tenderly into her greedy mouth. “I’ll always love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Slowly, she drifted closer and closer to a slumber that would’ve never been possible just a week ago. What a whirlwind romance, but she had no doubt what had begun in such a short amount of time would last for the rest of her life.
Scott’s laugh pulled her back to consciousness.
“What’s so funny?” Eric asked.
“I just thought that if we hadn’t sued Megan, we would’ve never found her. Proof positive that something good can come from lawyers after all. Cam’s going to love hearing that.”
They all lost themselves in fits of laughter.
Megan was finally home.
Chapter Eighteen
Once again, Scott sat on the bench facing Kip’s unique prison cell, but this time he was the one smiling, not the asshole.
Kip sat on the metal bench bolted to the wall in his cage reading Megan’s divorce papers.
The security had definitely been beefed up since Scott’s last visit. Though it would’ve been nice to hand the legal forms to Kip himself, Scott followed the new protocols the prison warden had set up for the madman. In truth, he was relieved, knowing Kip would never be able to reach Megan again.
It had taken several hours and tons of paperwork to get the divorce documents to Kip. Scott wasn’t sure how that had happened, but suspected anything given to the bastard was handled with great caution. When the armed guard, who was still standing by, had led him here, Kip already had them.
Kip looked up from the pages and frowned. “You seriously think I will sign these without talking to my wife in person?”
“Sign. Don’t sign. It doesn’t change the fact that a divorce will be granted for Megan.”
“Then why even ask for it, Scott? If you don’t need my signature, why come here at all?”
“I wanted to tell you myself that you will never see her again. You will never be able to harm her again.” Scott leaned forward and tapped on the Plexiglas. “Now that your lover and the prison traitor are out of the picture, I think this box will hold you.”
Kip’s face darkened with rage and he threw the divorce papers to the floor of his cell. “Fuck you, Knight. Do you think I care a fuck whether Felix or the other guy live or die? I don’t. I know what is important. I know what matters. Fuck you and all your Destiny Luddites. The world has changed. People like me have the power. Real power. I will win. Nothing can hold someone like me.”
Scott made the same buzzing sound that Kip had given his first visit. “Wrong. You’ve lost.”
“My code is still sleeping inside TBK’s systems.”
He wasn’t about to tell the bastard that he and Eric had already hired two of the best minds to unravel the destructive viruses planted by Felix, Kip’s patsy, into the TBK network. It would take months but it would be done.
Kip continued ranting, lost in his lunacy. “You’ll see. I will win. I will win. I will win.”
Scott stood up, smiled, and said, “Game over.”
* * * *
Inside the limo, Megan couldn’t believe her contract with Eric and Scott was less than a week from completion. She sat between them in the stretch that was heading to her mother’s house. Even though thrilled to see it again, she was apprehensive, too. Eric had seen it when he’d come for the modem, but Scott hadn’t.
She’d flown with her guys on the TBK jet to Dallas, along with Norman, who was coming out of retirement and out of the burger shop kitchen to fill the void left by the two dead executives, one good and one bad.
After the meeting at the headquarters with the board, Eric and Scott had been evasive when she’d reminded them her three-month contract was coming to an end. Her two Doms hadn’t come right out and asked her to stay past the negotiated time. What would happen after? Both had told her time and again how much they loved her. She couldn’t imagine her life without them.
“Here we are,” Eric announced as the limo turned the corner onto the street where her mother’s house resided.
Her jaw dropped at the change she saw in the tiny place. The Texas sun was low in the sky on this cloudless Sunday night, but the new landscaping around the space created a phenomenal curb appeal.
“When did you do this?” she asked, grabbing both their hands and squeezing as the stretch parked in front of her home. She spotted a couple of neighbors peering out their windows.
Eric kissed her cheek. “You’ve been busy with the paintball event. We were busy with this.”
She sighed, feeling her heart leap in her chest. “And running a billion-dollar company, too.”
“That’s easy, baby.” Scott stroked her hair. “The job we love is making you happy. How are we doing so far?”
“Amazing.”
They all got out of the vehicle.
Megan stood outside her mother’s home with Eric and Scott on either side of her. The lighting and flowers made it look like a showplace. Even the formerly cracked driveway had been repaired. “I can’t believe you’ve done this for me.”
“You like, little one?” Eric asked.
“I love it.” She leaned into him. “How did you get this done so fast?”
“Wait, baby,” Scott said. “There’s more to show you. This is just the gift wrapping.”
“There’s more?”
“Come and see,” Eric said, motioning her forward.
Walking up to the front porch, the leaky overhang was gone. In its place was a covering that offered protection from the changeable weather conditions normal for Texas.
“This looks like the cover of a magazine,” she told them, feeling overwhelmed and happy. Three crisp white rocking chairs sat to the right of the front door—one for each of them. “Why did you do this?”
“For you,” Scott said. “Besides, we’ve wanted a permanent residence when we come to meetings in Dal
las. Your house is perfect for us.”
“More to see, little one,” Eric said, opening the door and leading her in.
A single step in and her breath was taken away. “Oh my God.”
Several chopped-up rooms of her home had been combined into one big space, creating a great room. Great. It certainly is.
The threadbare carpet had been replaced by beautiful hardwood flooring. The walls were painted a soft hue of green. Everything was working. The lights. The ceiling fan. The new flat screen mounted on the wall. Her tiny block of a TV was no more.
The room had a relaxed vibe. Big comfy chairs and a sofa that looked casual yet she was certain cost a fortune. The wall that had divided this room from the kitchen and small dinning area was gone. Open. God, she loved the feel of the space now. Looking into the kitchen, she saw top-of-the-line stainless-steel appliances. No surface had been untouched. In place of the orange laminate was gorgeous granite. The former vinyl floor was now tiled in a lush earth tone.
As the tour continued, she was filled with awe and gratitude. She could’ve never done or even imagined this. The final stop was her bedroom. It looked like the most inviting place she’d ever seen. A fluffy California king-size bed was in the center of the room. On the bed were two recognizable gift bags in Tiffany blue.
“No more gifts. This is too much already.” Happy tears brimmed in her eyes. “Thank you, guys. I don’t know what to say.”
Eric and Scott smiled, each taking one of the bags and pulling out the item inside each.
Eric held a silver collar and Scott a diamond ring.
Then her cowboys both got down on their knees.
“I hope you say you’ll marry me,” Scott said.
“And me,” Eric chimed in. “Marry us, little one.”
“Make us the happiest men in the world, baby,” Scott added.
Joyous tears streamed down her cheeks. “Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ve just become the happiest woman in the world.”
They scooped her up in their arms, squeezing her between them.
As Eric and Scott lowered her down onto the soft bed, her heart swelled in her chest. She looked up at the ceiling, which was now vaulted. Her mother had dreamed about doing that. It was part of their lottery game—when we win the lottery we’ll… Then she looked at Eric and Scott and realized she’d done much better than that. She’d won her future, her destiny with her two loving billionaires.