Captive Bride: A Dark Obsession Romance

by Dark Angel

  “You’re going to kill yourself if you keep that rhythm,” I hear Tristan say from under me, and his voice jolts me from the frenzy I was in. Taking his hands to my hips, he forces me slow down, taking his time and waiting for me to stop.

  “We’ll take it from here,” Madden says and, resting his hands on my lower back, his thumbs over my dimples there, he starts to thrust. Tristan does the same, and all I do is remain frozen in place as I feel their cocks sliding in and out of my holes. Just like I did before, they build up the rhythm - except they do it fast. It only takes them a few seconds to be fucking me so hard that I can’t even remember where I am.

  Seriously, if you asked me right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell you if we’re in a garden, in my bedroom, or in the Oval Room. I’m so out of it that it’s almost unbelievable. Who knew that sex could be this intoxicating?

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I start repeating over and over again, my voice quivering. I hear Madden’s thighs slapping my ass cheeks, and that sound blends with the wet sound of Tristan’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy… I listen to that sinful melody for what seems like an eternity, my mind drifting to some remote corner of the universe. When a spark of consciousness brings me to the real world, I realize that my pussy is already tightening up around Tristan’s shaft, my muscles so tense that it seems like someone has poured concrete into them.

  “DON’T STOP! DON’T -- OH GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, dark matter pooling inside my muscles and setting up an explosion that I just know is going to obliterate my mind completely.

  Clawing at Tristan’s chest, doing it so hard that I might draw blood, I feel a column of fire rise up my spine, a nuclear explosion going off inside my skull. My eyes roll in their orbits as I collapse on top of Tristan, flailing my limbs as if I were having a seizure - a seizure of ecstasy, that is.

  For a moment, I even blackout. I can’t see or hear a thing, and even my mind seems to have logged off entirely. When I come back to my senses, I take a lungful of air and, gritting my teeth, I start rocking my body again.

  “Come for me, boys,” I find myself saying, the words coming out my mouth without being filtered by my brain. All I know is that I want to have their seed inside of me, to feel the spasms of their cocks inside my inner walls as they groan in pleasure… “I want you to cum for me,” I repeat, pushing myself through the exhaustion that’s consuming both my body and mind.

  “You ask… You get,” Madden breathes out behind me and, with that, he starts thrusting with the intensity of a God, pistoning into my ass in such a way that I’m sure I won’t be able to sit straight a whole week. I stop rocking my body and just let them fuck me relentlessly, their cocks working my holes with a kind of unbridled rage.

  By the time I feel the first spasms running through their shafts, I’m ready to come again. And that’s exactly what happens - arching my back, I let pleasure rush through my bloodstream and I scream as loud as I can. Exactly at the same time, their cocks pulse violently inside of me and then it just happens.

  I feel the warmness of their seed gushing into me as they slow down their rhythm, each spasm of their cocks unloading what seems like a gallon of semen. Just two seconds into it and I can already feel cum dripping out of my pussy and ass, their cocks gliding over it easily.

  “Oh, fuck… You were right, Megan, this is perfection,” Madden whispers as he pulls his cock out of my ass. I roll to the side then, taking Tristan’s cock out of my pussy, and simply collapse on the floor, my chest rising and falling fast as I try to catch my breath.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Madden asks me and, before I know it, he’s kneeling in front of me. He grabs my knees and forces me to spread my legs; then, he just dives into me with his open mouth.

  He crushes his mouth against my pussy and devours me with an intensity I never experienced before. His tongue and lips work feverishly, ravaging my folds as he sucks them dry, scooping up all the cum dripping out from inside of me. When he finally pulls back from me, his mouth his glistening with semen, beads of it sliding down his chin.

  “My turn,” Tristan says, pushing Madden to the side and locking his eyes on mine. Leaning forward, he grabs me by the waist and forces me to turn around, laying me flat on my stomach on the cold floor. He grabs my ass cheeks in a fraction of a second and, spreading them wide, he then brings his mouth down to my ass.

  Whimpering as I feel his tongue going up and down my ass crack, I can’t help but jut my ass back at him as I feel his lips going over my ass hole. Holding me tight, he licks my ass with the same kind of intensity Madden used just moments ago, sucking and licking like a wild animal that just escaped from its cage.

  “Now this was intense,” he whispers as he pulls back from me and, rolling to the side, collapses on the floor next to me, strands of cum dripping down his chin. Madden lays down on the other side of my body, and I just roll to my back and look up at the clear sky overhead.

  “It was,” I agree with a whisper, and then turn to the side and rest one hand over Madden’s chest. Reaching for his mouth with mine, I shove my tongue past his lips and close my eyes as I taste the cum coating the inside of his cheeks. Then I do the same with Tristan, allowing the taste of both their seeds to blend inside my mouth, creating the most sinful (and delicious) cocktail on Earth.

  “Thank you,” I find myself saying, running my tongue over my lips and licking them dry.

  “For what?” Tristan asks me, his words hanging in the air. I wait for a second, allowing my brain to string the truth into a sentence, and only then do I speak, a bright smile on my lips.

  “For the most perfect moment of my life.”

  42

  Megan

  Sitting on the chair in front of the flat screen, I smooth my hand over my hair, nerves flaring. This is it. The finale.

  I have no idea what might happen. I’ve broken the rules, as far as I can tell.

  I’ve lost my virginity.

  But this is unprecedented. There is no clear winner here. Except maybe there is.

  Because when I glance at Tristan and Madden seated on either side of me and they each take one of my hands, squeezing in reassurance, I know that I’ve won. I have the two of them, no matter what happens in the next few minutes.

  The flat screen comes to life, and Chase’s face appears, smiling his perfectly straight white smile as always.

  The live audience attending the finale is visible behind him, and a rush of nerves hits me again.

  “Good evening, Tristan, Madden, and Megan. Are you ready for the finale of Biggest Licker?”

  I smile for the hidden cameras. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Tristan and Madden’s fingers tighten on mine, and they both give me reassuring smiles.

  “Well, Megan,” Chase continues, “I have to say, you’re not like any contestant I’ve ever seen before.”

  The audience laughs in appreciation, and I start to flush, knowing they’ve all seen everything I’ve done over the past week. But then they start to cheer and clap, a chant rising up that’s audible even through the walls of the apartment.

  “Megan, Megan, Megan…”

  Wow. I didn’t expect that. They sound like they actually support what I’ve decided. Like they really want me to win this. Even though I don’t think that’s possible anymore.

  Chase laughs. “As you can see, you’re clearly a fan favorite. In any other circumstance, I’d say you’d be a great contestant on a new show, but something tells me you aren’t looking for love anymore.”

  I smile. “No, Chase. No, I’m not. I’ve found all the love I could possibly hope for.”

  Times two. I look from Tristan to Madden, their love clear in their eyes as they both smile back at me.

  How did I get so lucky? Not just one incredible man that anyone would feel more than fortunate to find, but two.

  Chase seems to think the same thing. “Megan, you’ve managed to score the two cockiest billionaires in the entire city�
�probably the whole country.”

  “Damn right, she did,” Madden says, flashing one of his sexy smiles at the camera at the same time Tristan says, “You better believe it.”

  I laugh, so happy that these men are mine.

  Chase and the audience laugh as well. “Well, Megan, you sure held out for the best of the best. You may have lost your virginity, but you nearly made it to the very end. And not only did you get one billionaire, you got two. That’s no easy feat.”

  Yep. Right up until a few hours ago, I was set to be the winner. Yet I gave it all up only hours before the show was over. And I’d do it all over again. Because I want Tristan and Madden to know that it’s ultimately not about the apartment or the prize money. Not when they are the real prize. I’ve come out a winner after all. In a way I never expected. And it’s so much better than any other outcome I could have imagined.

  Chase gives a me a sympathetic smile as he tilts his head to the side. “As I’m sure you’re aware of, since you didn’t make it all the way to the finale as a virgin, you can’t be crowned the winner of Biggest Licker.”

  I nod. “I understand, Chase.” And I give him a big grin. Because it really is okay. I know that now. “I think I’ve still come out a winner, though.”

  The crowd roars with cheers and applause.

  His eyes twinkle. “Oh, there’s no doubt about that. As you can see by the reaction out here—” he gestures to the audience behind him, “—I don’t think anyone wanted things to turn out any other way.”

  “I certainly didn’t,” Tristan says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

  Madden waggles his eyebrows at the camera and squeezes my thigh, his hand dangerously high for live television—not that it should matter after the things we’ve done on camera. “Wouldn’t change it for anything.”

  Chase clears his throat. “So this is the point at which we typically crown the winner—you would choose which remaining man you want, or one of them would get to send the other packing if they’d won. But clearly that’s not an option here. They can’t send each other home after all since they both took your virginity at the same time.”

  He gives the camera a salacious wink, and the crowd goes crazy behind him.

  Yeah. Did they ever. I feel all warm and tingly just remembering how the last few hours were more amazing than I’d ever imagined. I bite my lip and look at Tristan and Madden, who are both giving me looks that make it clear they’re ready to do it all over again. Who knew that we would have all enjoyed sharing the way we did? So, so much.

  I figure this is it. Chase will give some speech about this being a shocking twist to the show that’s never happened before—something they apparently love—but he surprises me when he says, “After this new turn of events, we have an even more exciting twist from our new executive producer, Maya.”

  Wait, what? Maya—executive producer? I’m so excited and so full of questions, but they’ll have to wait for later, because Chase dives right into the twist. The twist brought on by my decision to do what I wanted.

  “You were here to find your true love, Megan,” he says, flashing those blindingly white teeth, “and you did. So in our book, that makes you a winner. You followed your heart and placed love over money. Because of that, you get the remaining two billion dollars in prize money.”

  My jaw drops and the crowd goes wild. I look back and forth between Tristan and Madden, completely floored. I never imagined this. And it’s funny. Because I wanted to win the apartment and the money more than anything. I wanted to know that I’d be okay. But it’s true—finding love with these men is so much better than winning any prize. I know I’d choose them over winning a reality show any day.

  But it seems I don’t have to. I really am the luckiest girl alive. I smile at both of them. My billionaires, who I’m totally and madly in love with.

  I’m definitely the winner here.

  43

  Megan

  Climbing out of the new luxurious bathtub that’s nearly the size of a small swimming pool, I wrap a fluffy robe around myself and grin as I take it all in.

  I thought the apartment from Biggest Licker was incredible. I had no idea.

  Tristan, Madden, and I just purchased a brand new luxury penthouse in Manhattan, and it’s so outrageously over the top that I feel like I’m living a dream.

  I am, really. Two insanely sexy billionaires at my beck and call, ready to pleasure me all day and all night, the best apartment in the city, and most importantly—love. But it’s not a dream. This is my life.

  I smile and walk through the huge bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out on the twinkling lights of the city and make my way downstairs.

  Tristan and Madden are sitting at the dining table bickering good-naturedly over a new business project they’re working on together. It seems that they’ve realized they make a good team in more ways than one. They’re taking the world by storm, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.

  “Okay, boys,” I say, breezing into the room and silencing them with a finger to each of their lips. “Maya’s new show is about to start. Business time is over.”

  After coming up with the idea that earned the Biggest Licker finale the highest ratings in the history of the network, Maya was given the opportunity to run any show she wanted. She has a new scripted sitcom that was recorded over the past few months, and we need to watch it and show our support.

  After all, if it weren’t for her pushing me to follow my heart, the three of us might not be together like we are now. I know it’s unconventional, but it works for us. And I’m loving every second of it. I have the two most perfect men for me. The best of both worlds.

  Madden takes my finger from where it’s pressed against his lips and draws it into his mouth, biting and sucking it suggestively as he winks like the cocky bad boy he is. My pussy clenches, and my panties would be absolutely soaked in and instant—if I were wearing any. But all that’s between me and these sexy men is my robe. Something that might be coming off very soon if Madden’s expression is any indication.

  Tristan rises and comes up behind me, running hands down my sides and resting them on my hips, the tips his fingers tantalizing close to my pussy as he digs them into my flesh. He leans over my shoulder and nuzzles my neck. “I’m recording the show. We can watch it later. I’m thinking we need to spend a little more time in the kitchen. It’s one of the few places we haven’t christened yet.”

  I laugh, enjoying the attention I’m getting from both of them, as usual.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Madden says. “After all, a kitchen is where we first learned to share you.”

  “Look at the two of you,” I tease, “being all agreeable. It looks like I’m not the only the thing you agree on anymore.”

  Madden stands up, and now I’m trapped between the two of them. My favorite place to be. “You’ve shown us how much better things can be when we’re working together.” His voice makes everything sound incredibly sexy and suggestive. Just the way I like it.

  Tristan nips at my neck with his teeth, drawing a sharp gasp from me and making my pussy clench. “Kitchen?” he growls.

  “Agreed,” I laugh, and let them sweep me off my feet and show me yet again just how good they are at sharing me. This is something we can all agree on.

  44

  Megan

  I’m living the life.

  Money in my bank account, the house of my dreams and, most important of all, two handsome men that love me to death. Yeah, you can be a bit jealous, I understand.

  Smiling at them, I just wait as Madden closes the distance between me and him and pins me against the fridge, the cold surface against my back making my skin prickle. He runs his hands down to my waist, his fingers exploring every curve of my body, and then he leans in and brings his lips to mine.

  Opening my mouth, I surrender to his tender kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips. At the same time, Tristan comes up to me and, leaning against the fridge, he bri
ngs his mouth down to my neck and kisses my skin softly.

  I bring my hands up and tangle them on their hair, disheveling it as I feel desire welling up inside of me, my pussy growing wet with each passing second. Really, it’s all it takes - one kiss and I’m ready to go. Ever since I’ve fallen into their spell that it’s been like this; in fact, forget about kisses and seduction - all it takes is being close to them for my pussy to be ready to go.

  Yanking on Madden’s hair, I start kissing him with renewed intensity, my tongue wrestling against his as I hold his head in place. With my heart thumping like a war drum, I then let go of his hair and run my hand down his body, taking it straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around the thick shape tenting his pants, I give it one hard squeeze and then pull back from his kiss.

  “Let’s get this party started, shall we?” I purr, looking from Madden to Tristan as a wicked grin takes over my lips. Taking both my hands to Madden’s chest, I push him back and then walk past them, walking toward the granite countertop. Turning around so that I’m facing them, I jump and sit up on the counter, and then I raise my hand and make a ‘come and get me’ motion with my index finger. As if they’re hypnotized, they walk after me and lean against the counter, Tristan on my left side and Madden on the right.

  I throw my head back, smiling, and they bring their mouths to my neck, gently kissing it as their fingers move up my arms. Grabbing at the straps of my dress, they push it down my arms, and I feel the fabric drooping over my chest to reveal a glimpse of my lace bra.

  They keep on pushing at the dress, bringing it down to my waist, and then I lift my ass from the counter so that they can bring it all the way down my legs. When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my La Pearla lingerie and high heels, my thong so drenched that it’s already sticking to my skin.