by Eileen Green
Keeping his thumb slightly embedded in her, Bradley reached for the bottle of lube, flipped open the lid, and then drizzled some of the liquid at the top of her crevice. It trickled down to her anus, flowing around his digit. He set the bottle back on the shelf and returned his attention to the delicacy before him.
He removed his thumb and replaced it with a finger after dragging it through the clear lube. Pressing inward, he felt how tight she was as she clenched. She was going to be murder on his cock when he was finally able to get inside her.
Ever so slowly, he slid his finger in and out of her as she moaned and gasped. Frank was holding her down with his hand on her lower back, his muscles taut in his forearm. Bradley watched as his finger appeared and disappeared. When the resistance he felt at first receded, he added another finger.
Brooke moaned at the intrusion but stayed as still as she could. Frank spoke softly to her, “Breathe through it, sweetheart. Deep breaths.”
Bradley could feel the change in her body after Frank’s words. Her body seemed to sink into Frank’s and into the mattress as her breathing was audible. It pleased Bradley that she was listening to them and going along with what he was doing.
Several more minutes passed as he fucked her with his fingers. Her opening loosened up, giving way to him. When he was satisfied with her reaction, he added another finger. With this one, she did fight a bit. Frank ran his hand up and down her spine, shushing her.
Once she was relaxed, Bradley scissored his fingers out, stretching her further. Soon he was alternating between fucking her with them and stretching her.
With his free hand, he reached over and grabbed the piece of plastic that was going to be both pleasure and torment. He ran the piece through the excess lube in her crack until it was glistening in the dim light when he held it up to the light for Frank to see.
A sly smile appeared on his friend’s face as his eyes sparkled. They had talked about who was going to going to initiate her to the enjoyable aspects to her life. Since Bradley had taken Brooke’s virginity, Frank was going to be the one to pop her anal cherry. Bradley was just going to introduce her to the plug.
Removing his fingers, Bradley placed the tip of the plug at her rosette. Brooke flinched slightly before she calmed.
“Okay, love,” Bradley began, his voice tight and gravelly. “The feel of the plug will differ from my fingers. It’ll be stiffer. Just push back against it as it goes in, and make sure to take deep breaths.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, giving him permission to proceed.
Patience overtook Bradley as he slowly pressed the plug inward, opening up the puckered hole. He watched as the dark peach-colored hole swallowed up the thin plastic object.
He pushed in a bit, then retreated before going deeper. Brooke’s moans became deeper with each movement, indicating her pleasure. Over and over Bradley pushed and pulled the plug, fucking her with it until it was seated inside her, her muscles holding it in place.
It was a beautiful sight to not only see her magnificent cheeks but to also see the purple plug’s end wedged into her crack.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he leaned in and laid a kiss on each cheek. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Brooke wiggled her ass as if tempting him. As much as he wanted to fuck her, Bradley knew there was something else to tend to.
Bradley reached over and grabbed up a couple of the wipes and cleaned his hands. Carefully, Frank helped Brooke to sit on his lap. Brooke hissed and wriggled her hips around most likely trying to find a perfect spot to sit.
* * * *
Anxiousness swept through Brooke as Frank guided her to sit on his lap. They had built up her arousal with the flogging, and she needed them to fuck her.
His leathers were warm against her bottom as she tried to find a decent place to sit. The plug in her ass felt as if it were a foot long and at least six inches across, though she knew otherwise.
He wrapped one arm around her, holding her close. His chin rested on her shoulder. Behind her, he fiddled with something, but with what, she didn’t know.
Her other man went about the room, packing up the toys they had brought with them. Within minutes, as she savored the warmth and strength of Frank, Bradley had the room set to rights again. Once he was finished, Bradley stepped up to the bed and sat next to Brooke’s legs.
The silence was beginning to grate on her nerves. Neither man had spoken a word since Bradley declared how beautiful her ass was, something she had to get used to since she didn’t think that way.
The longer they sat there, the more nervous she became. She was certain that they would make love to her now after all the play, even though Frank had told her they would wait. Brooke was at the end of the sexual tether that should be tended to. They weren’t making a move to make love to her. In fact, it looked like they wanted to leave. She had to wonder if she had done something wrong.
Before she could ask, Frank finally spoke, “How did you enjoy this evening, sweetheart?”
A bit bewildered, Brooke looked at Frank. From what she had read and from what Lyndee had told her, the questions would be after the aftercare. Were they finished?
Fighting back the disappointment, she blinked several times so that the tears that prickled at the back of her eyes wouldn’t show. Something was very wrong here.
“Frank asked you a question, Brooke,” Bradley stated in that Dom voice she loved.
Both men were looking at her with expectant eyes, not with disappointment as she would expect if she had done something wrong. In fact, the air seemed to hum with anticipation.
“I liked everything,” she admitted truthfully. “The plug is a bit uncomfortable, but you, Lyndee, and the ladies told me what to expect. How long does it have to stay in?”
Frank drew a deep breath and released it slowly. “Well…” He cleared his throat as if he was nervous. “Usually, we would have you leave it in for a couple of hours each day, graduating to large sizes every few days.”
That she could handle. But then she remembered how they had gotten here. “So, right now, you just put it in until we’re ready to leave?”
Both men looked a tad guilty. For a few seconds.
“Not tonight, Brooke. There is a little matter of lying and deception to deal with.” Frank was matter of fact with his words.
Racking her brain for what Frank was referring to, she was a little confused. “I don’t understand.”
Frank reached around her with the hand he had had at her back and transferred his phone into the one that had been lying on her thighs. The screen came on when he pressed a button, and a picture appeared. A picture that was proof of her crime.
Her lungs ceased to function. Her heart seemed to lodge in her throat yet beat wildly in her chest. Overheated blood flooded into her face as guilt grasped her in its clutches.
“Would you like to explain this, sweetheart?” Frank inquired, his Dom voice strong.
Brooke opened her mouth to answer, yet nothing would emerge.
When black spots dotted her vision as she continued to stare at the picture, she drew in a deep breath. It only helped a little bit. Through hearing that sounded like white noise invading her senses, she heard Bradley calling her name.
Turning her head, she saw the disappointment in her British lover’s eyes. A glance at Frank told the same story.
“Brooke, Frank asked a question,” Bradley reminded her.
She fought back the tears that threatened to spill as her head hung in despair. It was wrong not to confide in her men, but being where she was in life, she hadn’t wanted to prove that there were some things she couldn’t handle. Being young and a woman were two strikes against her in the man’s business world.
Bradley lifted his hand, his index finger out, and touched her chin. He raised her head up until she was looking at him.
Concern was written on his face, but the disappointment was still there. His hazel eyes more of a green now as he kept his gaze on her. A tic of
the right side of his mouth caused his mustache to perform a small dance.
“Talk to us, love. Why didn’t you tell us about this?” he asked, his voice softer than Frank’s Dom one. “What did you take from someone?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice was slightly above a whisper as she choked back the sobs that threatened. “I haven’t dealt with too many people since I’ve been here. I’ve been too busy getting everything set up.”
“What did you do with your free time before we arrived?” Frank asked, drawing her attention over to him. “Who did you come in contact with?”
It didn’t take even a thought for her to answer. “The only times I went anywhere was to the Tipsy Tavern for meals, and even that wasn’t often. Raven would order out for lunches, and most times I would order out for dinner for myself, or I just wouldn’t eat.”
Frank glanced at Bradley before looking back at Brooke and asking, “Anyone show any signs of anger from anyone not liking the transfer from Atlanta to here?”
After thinking for a moment, she answered him. “No. Everyone was good with the transfer. Some people even requested to move. I can’t imagine why anyone would send this to me. That’s why I didn’t bring it up. It’s not important.”
“It was addressed to you, sweetheart. How can it be an error?” Frank asked.
“We are a team,” Bradley began. “Anything that is going to cause you discomfort, whether physically, or even mentally, we are going to protect you. You are our life, love. Any threats concern us.”
“Any time you lie to us, or deceive us, you will be punished. It’s only for your own protection. You have to trust that you are the most important thing in our lives. We would lay down our own lives in order to make sure you are safe.” The love in Frank’s eyes as he spoke caused an ache in Brooke’s chest.
Tears began to slide down her cheeks. She had never meant to hurt either one of them. She really had dismissed it as a prank, and that’s why she hadn’t mentioned it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she sobbed. “I didn’t think it was real. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”
“We’re going to make sure that you remember to trust us, sweetheart. You’ll take your punishment tonight, and then tomorrow, we’ll check into the letter.” Frank was matter of fact as he set his phone down next to him. “You will wear the plug all the way home. When we get back to the hotel, you can take it out.”
The plug was playing with her libido. All she wanted to do right now is have one of the guys fill her cunt with their cock. She was so horny, and now they were saying she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. She was going to have to wear the damn plug on a motorcycle? The vibrations were going to kill her if she wasn’t going to get any relief!
“What?” Brooke exclaimed, her nerves over taking her. A fine layer of perspiration broke out on her skin as her breathing hitched and sped up. “You want me to wear this fucking thing all the way back on a fucking motorcycle? I’m not going to be able to drive!”
“Hadn’t thought about that,” Frank said, a bit too gleefully. He thought for a moment before seeming to get an idea. “Let’s do this. You’ll ride with one of us, and we’ll come back tomorrow to pick up your bike. That way you’ll have your punishment, but not too much of one.”
She knew she would never be able to talk them out of their decision. She was going to have to take her punishment, but she knew that by the time they got home, she was going to jump one of them.
Frank raised his hand and palmed her cheek. “We will never give you a punishment you can’t handle. Now, let’s get you dressed.”
Leaning into Frank’s hand, she accepted the warmth and love that radiated from him. Bradley was skimming his hand along her leg, sending prickles of delight straight to her pussy. They needed to stop—otherwise she was going to have to relieve herself.
As if reading her mind, Bradley said with a sly smile, “And just remember, love. You have to ask for permission to come.”
Both men chuckled as a pout spread on Brooke’s face. They always had to ruin a good thought.
“Now, up you go,” Bradley said as he reached out for her.
He helped her to her feet and then wrapped her in a hug. Just because she was mad at them for making her wear the plug all the way home, she knew they loved her. Sliding her arms around his waist, she hugged him back.
“I really am sorry,” she said quietly.
“I know, love. But you need to understand that we will protect you, even if it is from yourself.” Bradley’s words rumbled in his chest where her ear lay. She knew he meant what he said.
Pulling out of the hug, she looked at Frank, who had stood. He nodded his head as if letting her know that he agreed with Bradley before laying a kiss on her forehead. When he patted her ass, she knew it was time to take her punishment.
The chair that her corset sat on seemed like a mile away as she headed toward it. The plug felt like a tree trunk shoved up her ass with each step she took. It had felt much smaller while she was sitting on Frank’s lap.
Fear swept through her at the thought of riding on a motorcycle with it in. How was she going to be able to stand the vibrations?
Frank moved quickly and was next to her in a second. In his hand he held a white T-shirt. “Put this on until you get to the locker room to put on your own clothes.”
Moving her body as she slipped the garment over her head had the plug shifting within her. Sensations were running rampant from her ass as it pressed against her vagina through the thin tissue that separated the two. Her asshole clenched at the plastic object, heightening her arousal. This was going to drive her nuts.
The T-shirt was Frank’s, for it was too long for her torso and landed at midthigh. It also held his aroma. He always smelled citrusy from his body wash and his own unique scent. She could tell the men apart by their body’s scents even if she were blindfolded.
Bradley was putting all the items on the table back into the two duffle bags where they had come from while Frank used cleaning wipes to clean the shackles she had been bound in. When Brooke went to grab a wipe to help out, Frank took it away from her.
“No, baby. We’ll do the cleaning. You just stay where you are and rest. It’ll only take a minute,” he explained. “It’s our job.”
She didn’t understand. However, she did mind him.
He continued his little cleaning spree. From the shackles, he moved over to the bed and pulled the sheet off the mattress. He crumpled it up into a ball and then used a wipe to clean the waterproof mattress pad. The sheet he took into the bathroom and returned with a folded sheet. He made quick work of putting the new sheet on the bed, and it was then that Brooke realized they needed to leave the room clean and ready for anyone who might want to use the room after they left.
Once they were ready to go, each man took a duffle bag and then escorted Brooke back through the club until they arrived at the locker rooms. They each gave her a kiss and then gently pushed her toward the women’s room.
Luck was with her as there was no one in the locker room. She didn’t want to discuss what had occurred, especially the butt plug and her punishment. A fleeting thought of removing the plug ran through her head. They wouldn’t know, would they?
Honesty and trust halted her thought. She needed to show them that she was a good girl.
Making quick work of dressing, thankful there was no one else in the room, she discovered that the worst part was getting her boots on. It was then when she discovered what it felt like to sit on a solid foundation. The plug was shoved up even higher than before, setting off another round of sensations. Once she was done, she plaited her hair into a braid down the back of her head and then slowly walked out to the lobby.
She found her men there waiting for her. The three of them made their way out to the bikes. Panic set in when Brooke didn’t see her Harley sitting where she had parked it.
“Where’s my bike?” she asked, trying to hold back the fear that it had been stol
en.
“It’s parked in the garage in the back, sweetheart,” Frank explained. “We’ll come back tomorrow to get it.”
Relaxing a bit, Brooke let Frank escort her to his bike. The thought of the pain that was going to happen when she climbed on set her into another tizzy. Raising her leg up over the seat was going to be quite painful.
Frank climbed on first and started the bike. Before Brooke could move, Bradley picked her up from behind and set her gently on the leather padded seat.
Brooke stifled the groan that wanted to escape, but at least the pain wasn’t as bad as it would have been. Wrapping her arms around Frank’s waist, she laid her head against his back and waited. Once Bradley had his bike going they headed home.
God, this was going to be a hellovea ride with the plug inside her.
Chapter Seventeen
Fury burned within the spying woman like a wildfire as she watched the threesome pull out of the driveway that led up to a beautiful house. She was seething so hard that her face, neck, and were heated, and her body shook. She feared she was perspiring, something she didn’t do. Proper women didn’t do such a thing.
She had followed her man along with that stupid American girl and their friend from Kalispell all the way to a smaller hick town where they ate and visited with people before they headed to the house. She had to be careful not to get too close. There were times she had to pull off the road as if she meant to, to throw off any suspicion off herself in case Bradley got wise to being followed.
Once at the house, she backed down the hill and pulled into the bushes away from the driveway and walked up to the edge of the driveway. A bush hid her from view and waited. After being in the house for only five minutes, the woman Bradley was with rushed out the door toward their motorcycles. Bradley and the other man came rushing out after her, stopping her gently. The three seemed to argue for a bit before the two men escorted the woman in black leather back into the house. They didn’t leave for nearly four and a half hours. What the hell were they doing inside all that time?