by Zara Chase
Eventually Fergal uncoiled his tall frame and strolled toward the bed. He was erect again. They all were. They’d have to be eunuchs not to be aroused by the sight of Briana on her hands and knees, cute butt just crying out to be spanked, honey trickling down her thighs, huge nipples begging to be bitten. It wasn’t the sort of sight a man got to see every day. Far as Gus was concerned, he’d never seen anything quite as mind-blowingly sensuous ever before.
“We need a safe word, Briana,” he said. “If we do something you don’t like, or if you want us to stop for any reason, say the safe word. What word would you like to use?”
“Pollution,” she said without hesitation. “I’m an environmentalist and pollution is definitely the enemy. I won’t forget that one.”
“Fair enough. Pollution it is.”
Fergal laid one large hand on her butt and then bent his head to kiss each cheek. Briana inhaled sharply but didn’t speak. She was definitely a fast learner. Fergal’s index finger ran lazily down the crack in her butt, stopping to circle her anus for a second or two. She tensed up, and Gus assumed she’d never had anal sex before. Good. If they could persuade her to give it a try, it would be a privilege to show her what she’d been missing.
Without warning her to expect it, Fergal laid a sharp slap across her buttocks. This time she did cry out, but gamely held her position.
“Breathe deeply and concentrate on the pain,” Fergal said in a soft, hypnotic voice.
“Yes, Master.”
He slapped her again, a little harder this time. And then a third time. Her ass was now delightfully pink, her limbs trembled, and she was perspiring.
“How does it feel?” Fergal asked.
“I don’t think it was hard enough,” she replied, peeping up at them from beneath the curtain of her rapidly-drying hair. “I was really disobedient and deserve to be punished harder, Masters.”
All three of them laughed. It would have been impossible, at least from Gus’s perspective, to do otherwise.
“Oh, we’ll punish you a damned sight harder than this, once you get used to it,” Fergal told her, his deep, rich voice a whispered promise. “We’ll use paddles, floggers, perhaps even whips.” He bent his head and kissed her buttocks again, then stood and rubbed the crack in her ass with the tip of his cock. “You can count on it. Now, what do you have to say?”
“Thank you for punishing me, Master Fergal.”
Without another word, Fergal went back to his chair and sat down, one foot propped on his opposite thigh, still rigidly erect. This was Harley and Gus’s cue to have some fun and neither man hesitated.
“Turn over and lie on your back, darlin’,” Gus said.
As soon as she’d done so, Gus straddled her body and leaned in for a deep, drugging kiss. She responded with sweet enthusiasm, and he savored the treat of her mouth as his tongue explored and he deepened the kiss. He wanted to make this last forever, but his needs were too urgent. He’d have her suck his cock in a minute, but first Gus slithered down her body and paid homage to her gorgeous tits. How could she possibly think they were too large? Somebody had made a sport out of putting her down. Whoever that bastard was, Gus would like to throttle him.
Briana squirmed beneath him and buried her fingers in his hair, sighing as he bit one of her solidified nipples.
“Like that, do you, sugar?”
“Yes, Master Gus. It feels wonderful.”
He slid one hand down to her pussy, smiling at her wetness. When a couple of his fingers invaded her slick warmth, she cried out and thrust her hips against them.
“Keep still, Briana.”
“Sorry, Master Gus. I forgot.”
“I could use some help here,” Gus said to Harley. “I don’t reckon I’m enough for our little Briana. She needs two men at once to keep her happy.”
“Looks that way,” Harley agreed, sliding onto the bed.
Gus ceded his place on top of her and told Briana to get back on her hands and knees. Once she did so, he slipped into position sideways beneath her, his cock right in line with her sweet lips.
“Suck it for me, babe,” he said in a husky voice.
Briana exceeded his expectations by removing one hand from where it was supporting her weight and using it to squeeze his balls. She exerted just enough pressure to make him moan. At the same time she sucked his head into her mouth and sipped at his arousal.
“That’s it, darlin’,” Harley’s voice said. “You let Gus fuck your face while I fuck your sweet pussy. We’re gonna prove to you that Fergal ain’t the only one capable of rocking your world.”
Her teeth nipped painfully at Gus’s cock, presumably because Harley had suited up and entered her. Gus didn’t know and was beyond caring. All he was concerned about was the pressure of her skilled lips and the progress of her tongue as she licked him from tip to balls and then back again. Shit, she was way too good at this. He wouldn’t last two minutes at this rate. Gus tried to think about the starving millions in Africa, dead cats, all the stuff that men were supposed to think about to prevent themselves from coming too soon.
It didn’t help much.
A loud slap sounded in the otherwise quiet room, presumably because Harley had rapped her ass. She made a strangled sound around his cock, and Gus was aware of a spurt of jism shooting from it. The camera flashed. Presumably Fergal was recording the scene, and Gus would enjoy seeing the results. He reached for one of her tits, pulled her nipple as far away from her body as the skin would stretch, and pinched it hard, just as Harley spanked her butt for a second time. She almost chocked on his cock but gamely kept sucking.
“That’s is, babe,” Harley grunted. “You’ve got it all now. I bet you’re just loving this?”
“She can’t answer you, Harley.” Fergal sounded amused. “Her mouth is completely full of Gus’s cock.”
“It’ll soon be full of Gus’s sperm.” Gus’s voice was a desperate moan as he struggled to hold back the surging tide of his orgasm. “I can’t last much longer.”
“Discipline, Dalton,” Fergal said, chuckling. “Discipline.”
“I don’t remember you lasting too long, Captain,” Gus replied, panting as his balls tightened and he felt the rushing excitement surge through his veins. “That’s it, darlin’, open your throat for me. I’m gonna shoot my load. Shit, here it comes!”
Gus’s cock pulsated inside her mouth as his sperm gushed deep into the back of her throat. There was so much of it that she could barely swallow fast enough, but she did one hell of a job trying.
“Ah, sweetheart,” he said, slipping out of her mouth and covering her slick lips with his own. “You’re something else.”
Her eyes glistened with passion as Harley continued to pummel her cunt. Briana’s body spasmed, and she cried out as she pushed back against him.
“Please, Master Harley,” she sobbed. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“It’s okay, darlin’, take what you need.”
Harley slapped her backside and barely waited for her tremors to subside before he upped the pace of his thrusts, driving himself into her hard and fast. Gus played with her tits, wondering if she’d manage a second orgasm before Harley ejaculated. Her eyes opened very wide and she screamed loud enough to wake the dead as Harley came hard and Briana obviously did, too.
All three of them fell onto the bed, laughing, panting, totally spent. Gus made brief eye contact with Harley and could see he’d been as astonished as Gus himself was by what she’d just done for them. Their little Briana, who’d led a sheltered life and claimed not to be very experienced in the sack, sure was a natural sub.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning up on one elbow to kiss her.
“Wonderful,” she replied, looking totally dazed. “What have you guys done to me?”
Gus wanted to ask the same question of her.
Chapter Eleven
“You okay, darlin’?” Fergal asked as he cleaned Briana up with a cloth he’d just collected from the
bathroom.
“Absolutely fine.” She stretched, sharing a smug, satiated smile between the three of them. “I still can’t believe what you guys have done for me. I was absolutely convinced I couldn’t orgasm through penetration.”
“Now you know different.” Fergal pulled back the covers. “Come on, honey, into bed with you.”
“Oh, but I thought—” She glanced at Fergal’s cock, which was still half-erect.
“Hey, don’t be greedy.” He tapped her arm. “You’ve had all you can take from us first time around.”
She glared at him. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”
“Haven’t you remembered anything we just taught you?” Fergal wagged a finger beneath her nose. “We get to call the shots. Your only requirement is to enjoy yourself.”
“Yes, but won’t you be uncomfortable?”
Fergal’s cock refused to subside, and he was pretty damned sure that situation would continue until he put distance between them. Just looking at her lush body and come-hither smile made him want to…Hell, she was a fucking witch! “I’ll live,” he said curtly.
“Can I ask you some questions about what we just did then?”
“Sure you can.” Fergal had figured she’d have questions. He sat on one side of the bed, half-turned away from her so he wouldn’t give way to temptation. Gus and Harley sat on her other side. “What do you need to know?”
“Well, what we just did, you giving me orders and making me call you all Master and stuff. What do you guys get out of it?” Gus and Harley choked back laughs. Fergal remained perfectly composed. “I mean, there’s just one of me, but three of you. I’ve had four orgasms tonight…”
“It would have been five if I’d let you have your way,” Fergal said, grinning.
“Oh yes, when you—your tongue. I didn’t want you to stop, did I?” She giggled. “Anyway, you guys only got to have one each. Surely that’s not enough to keep virile men like you content?”
“What we do is our form of BDSM. You know what that is?” She nodded. “We don’t go to dungeons, but we would enjoy tying you up, clamping your nipples and other stuff like that, if you’re willing. Being in control and having you do absolutely everything we ask of you is what we get off on. We might not get to have as many orgasms as you do, but let me tell you, the ones we do have are explosive because of our extreme form of foreplay.”
“Being in the military and accustomed to taking and giving orders kinda got us into this,” Harley explained.
“Right.” Gus nodded. “You might feel like you’re taking orders, but have you realized yet that you’re actually the one in control?”
“Because I can call a halt any time I like by using the safe word?”
“Partly that,” Fergal conceded. “But it’s more that we have responsibility for your pleasure and safety. And that’s a responsibility we take extremely seriously. Your pleasure is our pleasure, darlin’. It’s the ultimate aphrodisiac.”
“No commitment, no strings attached,” she muttered.
“Something like that.” Fergal leaned over and kissed her brow. “Now, get some sleep. You must be beat after all this activity. We’ll let Max out and make sure the kittens are out of harm’s way.”
“Thank you,” she replied, lifting a hand and touching each of them in turn. “For everything.”
“Our pleasure,” they said, heading for the door wearing nothing but their skin.
“Well,” Harley said as they headed back to the great room. “I think I speak for us all when I say that was mind blowing.”
“Amen.” Gus slapped Harley’s upraised hand.
“Say something, buddy,” Harley said to Fergal as they retrieved their clothes. “You’re awful quiet.”
“I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” he replied.
“With Briana, you mean?” Harley asked.
“She’s a distraction.”
“No way!” Harley and Gus said together.
“We ought to be concentrating on her problems, not on her.”
“Come on, man,” Harley said. “I know when you’re trying to fool yourself, and that’s what you’re doing right now. She’s gotten to you, slipped beneath your guard, and you’re worried that you might actually feel something for her other than raging lust.”
“That’s a damned lie!”
“Is it?” Harley remained infuriatingly cool in the face of Fergal’s rising temper. “Then why are you yelling at me?”
“Harley’s got a point.” Gus pulled his jeans over his naked body and opened the door to let Max out. “I thought you figured this Greg person was making problems for her so he could show himself up in a good light. We haven’t lost sight of that, so what’s the problem?” He paused in the open doorway. “Not scared of getting in too deep, are you?”
“You two are full of shit.”
“And you’re full of denial,” Gus said quietly. “Cut yourself some slack, buddy, and admit to yourself that Briana’s hot. Trust me, the world won’t come to an end if you do.”
“The relationship guru speaks,” Fergal said with a cynical smile.
“You could do worse than listen,” Harley replied. “Occasionally he talks sense.”
Harley and Fergal sat in uneasy silence until Gus returned.
“Max has gone off somewhere, and it’s fucking freezing out there,” he explained.
“I did think it was just Greg trying to screw up Briana’s plans at first,” Fergal said, leaning his chin in his cupped hand as he articulated his thoughts. “But now I know someone tried to buy the lodge at an inflated price, it changes everything.” He grabbed the paperwork from the real estate agent that Briana had left on the counter. “First thing tomorrow, Harley, get online and see if you can find out anything about the people who want to buy it.”
“You got it.”
Max scratched at the door. Gus got up to let him in, and the dog bounded up to the fire, shaking water off his coat and all over them.
“Ah, I thought it might rain.” Fergal’s head jerked backward. “Shit, we’ve left a lot of the new timber outside. Best get it under cover.”
All three of them, dressed just in jeans and their boots, headed out into the pouring rain and heaved the timber into the storage shed. They were soaked through by the time they’d completed the task, but that didn’t bother any of them. They’d suffered much worse during their days in the service.
“Hit the sack, guys,” Fergal said, shedding his jeans again and leaving them to dry in front of the dwindling fire. “I need to report in to Raoul and ask him to send us a few odds and ends.”
“What do you have in mind?” Harley asked, stripping down again also.
“Not sure yet, but you know me, I like to be prepared. Someone wants this lodge, and/or Briana. We need to find out who, which, and why so we can stop them. Harley, can you do a little creative hacking while you’re at it?”
“Sure, what am I hacking into?”
“Greg’s father has a marketing business in Glasgow. Find out as much as you can about it. Who his clients are, how much money he makes, you know the sort of thing.”
“Consider it done.”
* * * *
Briana’s head buzzed, and her body continued to thrum with the afterglow of mind-blowing sex long after the guys had left her. They’d decided that she had to be tired without bothering to ask her if she actually was. She tried not to take offence at their arbitrary take. This being-told-what-to-do business would take some getting used to. She’d better make the adjustment pretty damned quick if she wanted to take full advantage, because she was unsure how much longer they’d stick around for.
She had so much to mull over, so much excitement to relive in her head. At last she understood what all the fuss was about when it came to sexual gymnastics. Better late than never, and she was anxious for as many repeat performances as they were willing to have her audition for. Being made to do as she was told, being punished if she didn’t do it quickly enough—o
r even if she did—was a total turn-on.
Having not wanted the guys to invade her space, she now dreaded the day when it occurred to them that nothing was wrong here and it was time for them to move on. She was sure there was a ton more they could teach her before then, provided they weren’t already bored with her, and she was the most enthusiastic student this side of the Mississippi.
“Stupid,” she muttered. “There’re busy guys with more exotic occupations awaiting them than the education of a sexually repressed female with freckles and wrinkly knees.”
They were having some fun while they fulfilled their mission. She couldn’t blame them for that, but unfortunately it wasn’t so straightforward for Briana. She’d only been able to enter into the few sexual liaisons she’d previously experienced because she cared for her partners. So having let all three of them play with her, it could only mean that she had feelings for all three of them. Deep feelings of emotional oneness that defeated all understanding. How loopy was that?
Briana had never been in love with one man before, not really, and yet what she felt for these three was as close to complete love as she knew it. How was that possible? They were all so different and she knew little about their personal lives, and yet each one had imprinted her with an indelible mark she hoped would never fade. Her body was like a touch screen when she was around them, programed to explode in a blaze of glorious color when their capable hands so much as flicked across it.