Isabelle had been fed two small bottles of breast milk. One given to her by each man. At first she had been hesitant but her bare bottom had been threatened with the paddle again and she had relented to drink the sweet thick creamy milk. Not allowed to use the bathroom she was forced to wet her diaper on Lucien’s knee. She was changed quickly and then carried to her crib with the promise of her own milking the next day which she still had mixed feelings about but a strong curiosity to find out what it felt like to feel her milk flow.
Isabelle lay in her crib thinking about her life and how the evening had been such a surreal experience distracting her from the pain and her quest to bring Declan and the families down. The rest was good but tomorrow she had to persuade Christian and Lucien to let her continue.
Lucien startled her to wakefulness in the middle of the night by lifting up her nightdress to examine her breasts. He showed them to Christian, cupping and squeezing them. Isabelle was surprised to find them tight and larger than they were before.
“Your breast expansion is coming along nicely,” he said softly bouncing the breasts in his hands as she lay in the crib. “You will let down your milk tomorrow without any problem,” he smiled. “Now back to sleep. When you see your breasts full with milk you will feel so much better.”
Chapter 14
Isabelle’s sleep was the most restful she’d had in a very long time. She woke up feeling comfortable and relaxed. The feeling of silk next to her naked skin was soothing and comforting. Isabelle opened her eyes quickly realising she wasn’t wearing the baby doll nightdress or a diaper. She was stark naked and in a different room.
She was lying on a white fur rug and purple and blue silk cushions. The room was small and circular again. But what was most striking about the small room was that it was surrounded by tall mirrors on all sides that reached from top to bottom. She couldn’t even make out which panel was the door. A small amount of panic rose through her body making her sit up and breathe hard.
Am I trapped in here?
Her naked image filled the room. There was nowhere to hide from it. Her sensuous curved body appeared on each mirror panel giving her the idea there was more than one of her in the room. Horrified she closed her eyes to avoid looking at herself and closed her arms protectively around her body. Sadness and disappointment littered her mind. All she could see and think about were the faults of her body. She wasn’t stick thin, her stomach wasn’t as flat as an iron board, her thighs were too wide, her height was far too small and she needed to lose weight. In Isabelle’s clouded eyes she was small, fat and dumpy. To face it and look at her image in this way was one of the most distressing things she’d had to do for a long time. Tears began to flow down her face. Heartbroken she lowered herself to the floor and tried to hide amongst the cushions, sobbing.
Moments later she felt the soothing caress of two different sets of fingers across her back.
“Isabelle, please sit up?”
It was Lucien’s soft seductive French lilt softening her tense body.
“We want you to see how beautiful you are.”
“No, no I can’t. Please don’t make me,” she sobbed trying to move away doing her damnedest to keep from viewing herself in the mirrors.
But both men caught hold of her. She felt Christian’s strong hands on her shoulders lifting her up. Struggling against him and Lucien with every ounce of strength she possessed she hit out at them but they would not be deterred. Forced in an upright position both men leaned in towards her and cuddled her body close.
Nothing is going to make me open my eyes and look at myself. Nothing.
“Isabelle, look at yourself,” Christian spoke gently stroking her cheek.
“We aren’t going to let you out of this room until you do,” he told her.
“I don’t care. I can’t,” she said tearfully knowing fine well she was being irrational but then that was how she always felt when it came to her body.
Lucien gave a small laugh.
“Not even if I told you one of my contacts has found Christine Morceau,” he baited.
Isabelle’s tears halted briefly and she frowned.
“I won’t be bribed,” she retorted.
“This nightmare with all of our families can end today. We can . . .”
Isabelle opened her eyes wide.
“What do you mean all of our families? Christian isn’t a family member,” she looked at him confused. “He is the bodyguard my brother hired to . . .”
Lucien gave her his own confused look. Her turned to look at Christian.
“I never told her. I thought it was best she didn’t know I was Gabriel Dumont’s son.”
Isabelle stared at him in horror.
“No, you can’t be your nothing like him. You are … I thought I … He raped me and he murdered by Uncle with Declan and Lucien’s father,” she heard herself blurt out in a scream.
She began to struggle again, her body trembling with sudden cold fear. Her mind returning to the face of her rapist in the lift at work, all those years ago when she was twenty-four years old - Gabriel Dumont. The man who helped Declan Mayer murder her uncle with a lethal injection.
Christian held her fast against his bare chest. She felt his hard toned muscle ripple against her breasts. Lucien pressed his own bare chest against her back until she was sandwiched between them both and unable to move.
“Isabelle, Isabelle. I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt you like he did,” Christian’s voice was crestfallen, full of concern and dismay.
He held her as though she was the most precious thing he possessed.
“I am his illegitimate son. That’s why my surname is Dalban. My mother was English. I hate him, Isabelle. I have always hated him and now I hate him even more. He will pay for everything he has done to you. I will make sure of it,” he vowed with strength.
“We both will,” Lucien added stroking her spine pausing to press his face against her back and kiss it.
“We both knew you had been raped from the way you acted in the lift and the way you evaded questions about what happened in your room. Is it him who has been stalking you? He’s twisted and violent enough to do it? I’m nothing like him, Isabelle. You have to believe me. I would never hurt you like him. Please . . . don’t be afraid of me . . .” he was begging her. There were tears in his voice threatening to break.
Isabelle was in two minds at being held in Christian’s arms. He was the son of her rapist. There was no way of getting over that. Maybe he was just the same. But she couldn’t believe it even though her anger made her want to.
“How do I know? How do I know you're nothing like him?” she snapped.
“Christian let her come to me . . .” Lucien urged concern heavy in his voice.
“No.”
Christian held her tight refusing to let her go. Lucien started to pull.
“Let her go.”
The warmth of his protection and love was wrapping around her fragile body like a soft cashmere blanket to shelter her in his strength. Gabriel Dumont was a dark sadistic monster, Christian was nothing like him and she had to face it. She couldn’t just keep running from Gabriel Dumont and everything he touched or made in fear. She had to face him down and see the truth. Christian had shown her nothing but care, love, protection and pleasure when she had been most vulnerable. He had not abused her or made her capitulate to his demands with violence as Gabriel and Declan had done. It was wrong of her to accuse him of being like his father. Reason began to penetrate her mind and it began to pain her how terrified he sounded she would brand him a twisted rapist like his father. She was being unfair to him.
“Please, Isabelle, you have to believe me. I’m nothing like him. I ran away from him, his family and his name. . .”
“Let her go, Christian. She’s frightened around you and I don’t blame her. Our deal is off. I am not sharing her with you . . .” he shouted tugging Isabelle hard.
Christian suddenly pushed at Lucien’s shoulder.
> “You want to start the fight we had last night again. Come on then. Get up. There’s no way I am letting you have her. Isabelle is the first decent woman who has walked in to my life for a long time and I am not giving her up. She needs me.”
“No she doesn’t. I have been there when she needed me and I always will be.”
They both let go of her and stood pushing and shoving at each other like children spoiling for a fight.
That was when it hit her. Right there and right then. She wanted and needed them both in her life. In the last few days she had lived more than she had at any other time in her life. They had helped her let down her guard and made her feel safe and cherished. No one had ever done that for her before and she didn’t want to lose it. It was time to trust and start living again instead of running.
Forgetting her nakedness and the mirrors, Isabelle stood between the two men and took hold of their hands in an attempt to stop them fighting.
“Please don’t. No more fighting. I don’t want to fight or run anymore. I’m sorry, Christian. I’m sorry; you're nothing like your father. These last few days have more than shown me that. And Lucien, you have always been there and my protector. I love you. I love you both and I can’t do without either of you. It’s sudden but I just feel it’s right.”
Both of them stared at her clearly thinking hard. As Isabelle stood there waiting for one of them to speak first and say something she became conscious of her body’s reflection in the mirror. She felt the urge to cower away but her breasts riveted her attention. They were fuller than usual and she could have sworn they’d gone up from a large D cup to an F. They were huge and they were tight and suddenly swollen and painful with holding too much milk.
Isabelle’s nipples began to tingle and her pussy felt heavily wet. She swept her eyes over them and became aware of a strange wetness around the nipples. Small droplets of milk began to flow from her teats down her breast to cascade in a small thin stream down across her stomach and between her pussy lips. It was one of the most arousing sights Isabelle had ever witnessed and it was with her own body. It made her feel womanly. An overpowering urge to be suckled and bred overcame her. It was irrational she chastised but seeing her milk flow brought up desires and wishes she had deemed improbable and had suppressed a long time ago.
Lucien reached out and flicked a finger over one of her nipples to catch a droplet on the tip of his finger. He brought it to his lips and flicked his tongue over it.
“Mmmmm. I think we need to stop fighting, we need to milk our woman,” he said moving closer to Isabelle.
Christian said nothing. He was still staring, his eyes now lowered and captivated by the gentle flow of milk down her body.
Pain began to tingle and throb in Isabelle’s breasts. She needed to release more of the milk than her body was allowing. It was also building the desire between her thighs and the ache to be penetrated was almost as painful. She turned to Christian in desperation.
“Please. I need to be milked or I will explode,” she smiled shakily hoping the humour would sway him. She wasn’t just saying please for milking and he would know it.
His blue eyes were still glassy with tears he’d never shed. They rested on her face with admiration and the first flutter of love. He nodded and then reached out his own finger to test her milk. He brought it to his lips and slipped his finger inside his mouth sucking at it. Isabelle held her breath wanting to please him with her taste.
“Sweet and creamy,” he said softly. “Let’s get you milked. I want to drink a cup full.”
Isabelle gave a gasp when she felt Lucien’s arm suddenly wind around her waist. He pulled her backwards and against him. Her feet lifted in to the air and she found herself being lowered to the floor on all fours on to the white fur rug.
Lucien pushed the cushions away with Christian’s help and Isabelle was forced to see her naked image reflected in every mirrored panel again. Her large expanded breasts hung low and sung beneath her. Her nipples were pulled taut and pointed straight at the floor reminding her of udders as Bluebell’s and Bella’s had done the day before. The pain and pleasure principle was increasing making her shuffle and push her hips back. She needed to be entered.
“Let’s get that milk flowing,” Lucien soothed kneeling on the floor to pull her nipple down and tug on it. He placed a small bowl under each breast. Then he and Christian began to tug on a teat each, pulling down and pinching it whilst their free hands rhythmically squeezed the breast forcing more milk out. It made her think of those eighteenth century paintings she had seen when the milkmaid milking the cow while people waited on with their cups to have a drink of the fresh creamy milk.
The flow quickened and thickened but it was still not coming out in a full steady stream. Lucien bent his head to suckle at the teat, his teeth grazing the end of the nipple. Isabelle felt droplets seep in to his warm mouth. He began to suck and feed, pressing her breast to squeeze it out while Christian undid the buckle on his belt and pulled his trousers off. He wore no underwear and his cock was long hard and thick. He moved behind her and stroked her bottom.
“Papa will get your milk flowing faster, darling.”
Isabelle expected him to simply thrust inside her pussy. She was certainly wet enough and ready to be taken deep and fast. But he surprised her by dipping his fingers in to sex and coating his fingers. They lingered to play with the bud, pulling and teasing it as Lucien did the same to her nipple. It sent her in to a bucking frenzy and helped her t let down more milk from her breasts in to Lucien’s waiting mouth. Her body flushed hot and a lush wetness coated her thighs.
Christian removed his fingers and began to open the crease of her bottom. He wasted no time in coating her anus with her abundant juices until it was soaked with the moist cream. She was unsure of anal penetration after never having engaged in it before and began to lift her hindquarters bucking away from her bull. But a sharp slap to her bottom from Christian’s hand three times made her still and obedient. He moved his middle finger inside her stretching the dark channel. She cried out with the discomfort at first but he persisted, twisting and turning his finger until he dominated the channel and widened it for penetration. Then he mounted her like a bull, strong and firm, pushing his cock in to her entrance slowly until he’d buried it up to the hilt. His thrusts were slow until she became used to his powerful masculine presence inside her and then they increased. He held her hips in a tight grip and rode her. Lucien suckled at her breast and moved his hand to her pussy to caress the lips and stroke her clit, dipping his finger in and out of her pussy.
Isabelle felt her body moving to the rhythm they set with their thrusts until she could take no more. Lucien curled his finger up tight inside her pussy to tease her G-spot. Christian thrust his cock inside her anus like there was no tomorrow riding her down. His buttocks clenched with each dominant thrust driving himself inside her, his cock bulging with seed, ready to explode.
“Let’s take her now,” Lucien demanded.
Christian stabbed his thrusts.
“Isabelle, come now. Be a good girl and do as you are told or Papa will spank you hard,” Christian ordered.
Lucien pinched her nipple when she held off wanting to see what they would do if she disobeyed. She cried out but there was more pain to come when Lucien spanked her pussy twice and Christian spanked her bottom. They did not stop as her orgasm exploded her juice flowing like a torrent in her pussy and her milk beginning to cascade. Her climax shuddered around her body sending her pleasure in to freefall. The world spun and her body melted. Christian exploded inside her and her vaginal muscles clenched around Lucien’s fingers. She felt his mouth close around her nipple and suck the flowing milk easing the weighty torment of her full breasts. But when her climax ended she wanted more from them.
Lucien viewed her with glazed eyes. His need to take her was potent. The moment Christian pulled out of her he was pulling her up in to his arms. He kissed her passionately dominating her mouth with his tongu
e, demanding her complete surrender with a fever. She showed her need for him by clinging to his body, pushing her milk dripping breasts against his bare chest. He paused only to undo his trousers. He too was wearing no underwear.
Lucien picked her up forcing her legs around his waist. His cock brushed against her thigh and then nestled between them. He knelt down and guided his length inside her vagina, making her sit on top of it. It buried deep and to the hilt just as Christian’s hand. Instinctively she began to move up and down on top of it but he slowed her movement and directed it by thrusting up inside her. Supporting her back with his hands he reached to suckle one of her breasts with his mouth, pulling the teat in to his mouth to suck at her milk.
His thrusts came fast and urgent as though he had a fervent need to release his seed inside her.
“I want to breed you,” he whispered against his ear. “It has been decided between us both, if you agreed to our arrangement I would impregnate you first. Do you want me to? Say you do. I know you want a child. Christian and I want all of you and all you can give us. I must breed you.”
Lucien drove up inside her slow piercing thrusts as though to punctuate his wish and make her comply. She moaned loudly. There was nothing she wanted more than to be loved and bear a child with the two men who wanted her to belong to them. Lucien had made it clear he had been in love with her for years and although she needed Christian she wanted to carry Lucien’s child first if she was lucky enough to fall pregnant. Her body glowed with rich fertility and a wish for Lucien to feed it. Perhaps her primal feelings were prompted from seeing her breasts lactate and want to nourish.
“Yes, yes. Please. I want to conceive your child. I want nothing more.”
He caught her mouth and took it deep. Christian moved in behind them and slipped his finger between her buttocks seeking out her anus again. Still damp from his taking she was wet lubricate enough for him to immediately move his finger inside the puckered entrance. Lucien pumped up inside her pussy, pushing against her womb dominantly demanding entry so he could fill the enclosed space with his fertile seed and impregnate her.
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