by Leah Brooke
Royce’s hold on her tightened. “I’m going to prove to you just how wrong you are about that.”
Brenna screamed as the plug started to enter her. The cone shape widened as Royce pushed it deeper, stretching the tight ring of muscle at her opening and making it burn.
Standing beside her, King rubbed her ass. “Fucking beautiful. Red likes to be forced to have her ass filled. Perfect.”
Oh, God! She’d never survive it. Too much. Too hot. Too wicked.
“No. You fucking bastard. Take it out. It hurts. It hurts.”
“Too bad.” Royce’s cold tone added to the chills racing up and down her spine. “You could have had the smaller one, but you’re a naughty girl. Maybe this’ll teach you to behave.”
God, she wanted more. Wanted it all. She wanted to be used and taken and pleasured. She wanted to be the object of their passion, the only one they’d ever want or need.
Knowing she would only add to the excitement, Brenna struggled, the tug of her nipples thrilling her even more.
“No. Take it out. You son of a bitch. I hate you. You can’t put that inside me. It’s too big. Take it out, you bastard. I hate you.”
Royce slid a finger over her clit. “You’re going to hate me even more. It’s only halfway in and I’m going to make you come while you take the rest of it.”
“No! I won’t.” They would have it all then. They wanted it all and knew how to get it. They knew her. They knew her desires, her fantasies, her body, mind, and soul.
Royce chuckled. “Yes, Brenna. You will.” He pressed against the plug, pushing more of it into her until she thought she would burst.
The feel of the hard rubber making the inner walls of her anus give way took over, the defenselessness of her position complete.
They could do anything to her, and she couldn’t stop them. Invading her most private place with a determination and ruthlessness that she’d only dreamed about, they still somehow made her feel safe and wanted, and the most important thing in their world.
The entire time he pressed the plug into her, Royce used his fingers with erotic expertise over her clit, the sensitive nub so tender she couldn’t hold back.
She came hard and fast, clamping down on the plug and making her ass burn even hotter as it slid the rest of the way into her. It narrowed sharply, allowing the tight ring to close around it, but now the widest part of the plug was inside her.
Still in the throes of her orgasm, she struggled to adjust to the too-full sensation of Royce’s cock plunging deep into her pussy. Each cry, each moan they forced from her made her belong to them more.
Each hard thrust moved the plug in her ass, giving her the sensation of being taken in both openings at once, a secret fantasy she couldn’t wait to explore.
Stiff, with every inch of her body tingling, she cried out again and again, the pleasure searing her everywhere.
King ran his hands over her, crooning soft words of praise to her, words she clung to.
“Such a good girl. So beautiful. So soft. You’re being so good. That plug looks beautiful in your ass, Red.”
He pressed against it as Royce fucked her pussy, increasing the pressure. When Royce thrust deep and groaned, Brenna realized she’d never stopped coming, her orgasm seeming to go on forever.
The huge swells of it took over, leaving her heaving and shaking so hard the clips hanging from her nipples never stopped moving.
Not until Royce stilled did she start to come down, her body trembling in the aftermath of more pleasure than she would have ever thought she could experience. She felt numb, almost drunk.
Weak and unsteady, she didn’t move at all as they released her from her bonds. She whimpered at the shift of the plug in her ass, the hard rubber keeping her stretched as Royce lifted her against his chest.
Blinking against the light when he removed the blindfold, she struggled to get her eyes to focus. When they did, the tender affection in Royce’s eyes took her breath away.
Bending, he touched his lips to her hair. “Sleep, baby. We’ll take care of you.”
Sleep? How could she sleep with this frightening thing inside her?
She must have drifted because she woke as Royce lowered her into King’s arms. She moaned weakly at the feel of warm water caressing her worn-out body.
King chuckled softly. “Go back to sleep. We’ve got you.”
After they’d washed her thoroughly, and just as tenderly dried her, they placed her in her bed and tucked the covers all around her.
She barely managed to open her eyes, moaning when the slightest movement caused the plug in her ass to shift.
“The plug. It’s still in me.”
Royce reached under the covers to caress her breast, forcing another moan from her at the touch of his hand against her sensitive nipple.
“I’m well aware of that. It stays there until I take it out. Go to sleep. King and I will be watching you in the monitor while we do some paperwork. Then we’ll be in.”
Brenna blinked, forcing herself to focus. “You’re sleeping with me?”
Some indefinable emotion flashed in Royce’s eyes, but disappeared before her tired mind could interpret it.
“We’re sleeping with you. Go to sleep.”
Brenna needed no further urging. She closed her eyes and fell asleep before the door closed behind them.
Chapter Eight
Brenna woke with a start, blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming in through the tall windows.
Turning her head to the right, she frowned at the empty space next to her. She vaguely remembered King lying there last night, pillowing her head on his chest. Running a hand over the sheet and finding it cold, she came up to her elbows, turning toward the heat coming from her other side.
Smiling to see Royce sleeping, she rolled toward him, biting back a moan at the shift of the plug still inside her. Delighted to have this chance to observe him in such an unguarded moment, she let her eyes roam over him, drinking him in.
His dark lashes, ridiculously long for a man, looked silky to the touch, and she longed for the chance to find out for herself. She knew his lips, so soft-looking now, could firm in a heartbeat in disapproval. His handsome features appeared even more so in sleep, something she hadn’t thought possible.
Frowning again as she wondered how many women had seen him this way, she reached out to touch his hair, playing with a soft curl and fascinated by the way it wrapped around her finger.
The sheet had fallen to lie low on his hips, revealing a wide chest, carved with muscle. Her mouth watered, her fingers itching to explore his darker skin. She glanced up at him to make sure he was still sleeping before studying his chest again, wondering what he would do if he woke to find her exploring him.
She’d never in her life met a more handsome man, and, other than King, none more compelling.
He could make a fortune as a model. His expertise with a woman’s body, his seemingly inexhaustible patience and irresistible charm probably had women everywhere falling all over themselves vying for his attention.
Picturing what he looked like in those leather pants, walking through the club with a bevy of naked women trailing after him, she stiffened, gritting her teeth.
Realistic enough to admit she would never be able to compete with the sheer number of women he would be able to choose from, she bit her lip, inching the sheet down another inch or two.
Cringing at the memory of how she’d practically begged them to take her, she realized that she was probably no different than hundreds of others who’d done the same.
She couldn’t stop thinking of them as hers, despite the fact that men like Royce and King would probably never allow themselves to belong to anyone.
Knowing she’d get hurt if she expected more, she also knew she had to accept that this month would be all she had of them, and of this lifestyle—a lifestyle she barely even understood.
She could pretend for a little while, though, and store up memories that would have to last her a
lifetime.
His right hand lay over his hard stomach, and unable to resist, she traced her finger over the green stone of his ring. The brilliant emerald appeared to glow in the morning light, seeming to mock her wish to wear the matching collar.
With a sigh, she looked up at his face again, startled to find him staring at her.
“We used condoms when we fucked you, if that’s what you’re worried about. We’re healthy, anyway.”
She frowned, not wanting to admit that she hadn’t even thought of that. The time had been so magical that things like diseases or pregnancy hadn’t even crossed her mind. It just showed how far gone she was.
Royce lifted his hand, pushing back her hair.
“Something wrong, my little sub?”
The reminder of her temporary status only depressed her more. Wondering how many women he called that every night, she shrugged and turned away, suddenly needing some privacy. She was nothing special to him, just another in a long line of women who couldn’t resist him.
“Other than the fact that I have a plug up my ass?”
She started to roll to the edge of the bed, yelping when Royce wrapped an arm around her waist and flung her to her back. Moaning at the feel of the plug moving inside her, she tried to scramble away again, her efforts restrained when Royce rolled on top of her.
Using his thighs to push her knees apart, he made a place for himself, his cock hard and nudging at her slit. His eyes, heavy with sleep, darkened in concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I want to get up and take a shower.”
Her hands went to his shoulders in an automatic gesture to hold him close, loving the feel of his hard body pressing hers into the mattress. She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to wake up with him every morning, to have the chance to explore his magnificent body, to feel him just hold her and whisper to each other before they ever started their day.
“Do you think you’re going to get away with lying to me?”
Brenna sighed, sinking deeper into her pity party. “We’re not in the playroom, Royce.” She looked away, scared that he would see the misery in her eyes.
Royce tensed, lifting himself slightly off of her. With a gleam in his eyes she didn’t recognize, he braced his weight on one arm and reached between them. Taking a nipple between a thumb and forefinger, he rolled it, applying just enough pressure to trip her pulse and send an answering surge of need to her clit.
“Perhaps you should read the contract you signed. You belong to us twenty-four seven for a month. We’ve already told you we would make allowances for your work schedule. If you want out, use your safe word, Brenna.”
Shivering at his cold tone, she lifted her gaze to his, shaken by the ice in his eyes.
It didn’t matter. Her body still responded as though made for him, and when he used his knees to shove her own wider, she instinctively tilted her hips upward in a silent demand for his possession.
She wanted that same warm look he’d given her when he woke up, but knew in her heart that it would probably be better if she didn’t allow herself to become more emotionally attached to him than she already had.
Using the word that would put an end to ever seeing either him or King again, though, wasn’t an option.
With them she felt more alive than she ever had in her life, more desired. Even if it could only last a month, she wanted it, and she wouldn’t give up one minute of it.
“And you? What if you wanted out?” She couldn’t remember reading anything about that in the contract, but she’d been so excited and aroused, she’d skipped over a lot of it.
Royce’s eyes narrowed. “We committed a month to training you. The only way of breaking the contract is for you to do it.”
Breathing a sigh of relief, she smiled, thrilled that they couldn’t get out of it. The cock pressing against her inner thigh seemed to grow larger, the punishing pinch to her nipple strengthening the need inside her.
Royce smiled, a slow smile filled with evil intent.
“Do it, Brenna. Use your safe word. Admit that you already know the truth—that you want this too much and you’re scared to reach out and take it.”
Royce ran a hand down her body to her slit, parting her folds and stroking her clit with an expertise that never failed to excite her.
“You need what we can give you.”
Feeling trapped now, and fearing he spoke the truth, Brenna looked away as panic bubbled inside her. “You’re awfully arrogant. Just because you know how to press my buttons, don’t think you can control me. I’m not one of your bimbos.”
Her breath hitched at the slide of his finger over her clit.
“I’m just here to, ah, make sure that you’re not training men like Donner.” She hoped he attributed the huskiness in her voice to the early hour and not to the need she fought to contain.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You know what you want. Us. You don’t really think you’re going to be able to get on that stage and be sold to the highest bidder, do you?”
Lifting her chin, Brenna struggled to breathe normally as a devious finger slid into her pussy and began to stroke her inner walls. Scared that if she admitted she couldn’t, then they would use that as an excuse to kick her out, she forced a confidence in her voice she didn’t feel.
“Of course. Looking forward to it.” Her hips tilted of their own volition. “Or aren’t you going to honor the contract?”
Staring down at her, Royce studied her face as he continued to manipulate her clit, his eyes darkening when she bit her lip to hold back her cries.
“To the letter, my little sub.”
Reaching over to the nightstand, he retrieved a condom, his eyes steady on hers as he rolled it on.
“Your submission isn’t confined to the playroom. It’s just more defined there. Keep those thighs spread.”
The rough edge of demand in his voice had her hurriedly parting her legs, which she’d inadvertently let come together several inches.
Royce, on his knees between them, loomed over her, his eyes possessive as they lingered on her breasts, as though master of all he surveyed.
It struck her suddenly that, in many ways, he was.
She belonged to him, and to King, in ways she’d never belonged to anyone else.
She found herself attuned to him in ways she’d never been with the few men she’d known in the past, but then again, Royce and King were in an entirely different class of men.
The slightest shift of his body, the slightest change in his expressions, the slightest inflection in his voice created an answering response in her, an instinctive one that she seemed to have no control over.
Alarmed to realize the power he had over her, she tried to fight his hold on her senses, to no avail. Her breath caught, her stomach muscles tightening as he pushed the head of his cock inside her, the feeling of fullness too overwhelming to fight.
“Royce, the plug. You can’t take me with the plug inside me. Oh, God!”
As he pushed forward, the plug shifted, giving her the sensation of being taken in both openings.
Using his powerful thighs to lift hers high and wide, he flattened a hand on her abdomen, using his thumb to manipulate her clit.
“I know very well that you have a plug in your ass, Brenna. I put it there, remember?” He withdrew an inch or two, only to press deeper, causing the plug to shift inside her again.
She felt so full, too full to even think. The dual penetration and the thumb caressing her clit sent her senses reeling so fast, she didn’t even have time to adjust, going from mild awareness to full arousal in just a few thrusts. She couldn’t stop clamping down on him, the tightness making her ass burn around the plug.
Her clit, still sensitive from the previous night, felt too swollen and heavy for his touch, and without thinking, she reached for his hand to push it away.
“No. It’s too much.”
The inner walls of her pussy spasmed as h
er body struggled to adjust, the tingling growing stronger with every stroke.
Royce tensed, the glint of challenge in his eyes making her realize what she’d done.
“Put your hands above your head!”
Brenna obeyed immediately, whimpering at the too-strong sensation of his insistent finger moving over her clit.
“I already told you that no doesn’t work with me. Are you really trying to tell me that I can’t touch this clit whenever I want to? It’s mine, Brenna. I’ll do what I want with it. Now, hold on to the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you.”
Short of using her safe word, she couldn’t escape his touch, the feel of having her pussy and ass filled while he manipulated her susceptible clit had her racing toward the edge.
Her ass and pussy felt too full, his manipulation of her clit too sharp. Everything seemed intensified to the point where pain and pleasure combined and she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Royce withdrew almost all the way and surged deep, his hard thrust shifting the plug inside her and stealing the little breath she had.
“You need this, Brenna. You need to have this pussy and ass filled. When King and I take you together, you’ll be fucked with a hard cock in both openings at the same time.”
“Oh, God. I won’t be able to take it.” She whimpered, imagining how taken she would feel then, her body clamping down tight and making her feel even fuller.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t take any more. She couldn’t escape it, forced to take whatever he gave her. She didn’t know it could be possible to feel so much, to be lost in a world where nothing mattered but fulfilling the needs of her body, and his.
She needed to come. The pressure kept building until she thought she would burst, but she didn’t go over. Frustration and need had her struggling against him, but her struggles didn’t appear to faze him at all.
The bed shifted as King dropped down beside her, startling her because she hadn’t even known he was in the room.
“Yeah. It won’t be a plug in there. It’ll be my cock. But for now, open that mouth.”
King’s rough growl came from her right, and she turned toward him instinctively, jolting when the head of his cock touched her lips.