by Leah Brooke
His eyes narrowed dangerously, making her shiver as he ran a finger from her shoulder down to her breast, tapping her nipple.
“Did you really think that now that we’ve claimed you, we’re going to get soft?”
Brenna blinked, rubbing her thighs together. “Claimed?” The way he said it made her feel so owned.
“Yes, Red. Claimed. We claimed you and you accepted. That means that we’re responsible for you. We’re responsible for your safety and well-being.”
Rolling her aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he moved closer. “We’re responsible for your pleasure, and punishment. In other words, you’re ours.”
Frowning, Brenna bit back a moan and came to her toes to relieve the pressure in her nipple. “That sounds more sinister when you say it that way. I kind of thought we belonged to each other.”
Releasing her hands, King nodded. “We do. But, you’re our woman, Red. Women are protected and watched over in Desire. You know that. We’ve told you and I’m sure Jesse has, too.”
Staring up at King, and trying to ignore her body’s demand for attention, Brenna thought back to the many comments she’d heard.
“Yes, but I didn’t think it was like that. The way you’re talking…it’s archaic.”
“That’s the way we are in Desire, Red. We protect our women. You won’t always like it, but we’ll do whatever’s necessary to keep you safe. We’ll care for you in every way, and do whatever it takes to make you happy, but don’t think you’re going to change us. We won’t change, not even for you.”
The glint in his eyes put her on alert. “Having a woman that belongs to me is even more arousing and inspiring than I’d expected.” Circling her, he ran his hands up and down her body, light caresses that made her skin tingle and tighten with awareness and need.
“Mine. Every soft inch. Mine to control. To protect. To pleasure. We might be harder than you’re comfortable with at times, but we’ll always take good care of you.”
Wrapping himself around her from behind, he pressed the hard bulge at the front of his jeans against her lower back. “Now, be a good girl and present yourself. Down on your knees with those thighs spread wide and those breasts thrust out. Offer yourself to me.”
Her breath caught, her body wracked with shudders. “Damn it, King, when you talk to me that way, it drives me crazy.” Lowering herself to her knees, she thrust her breasts out, her nipples beaded and tight. Keeping her legs spread, she lowered her bottom to her heels, leaving her slit unprotected, and waited anxiously for his touch.
She half turned, wanting to see his eyes so she would know what to anticipate, but he stopped her with a sharp slap on her bottom.
“Eyes down or I’ll blindfold you.”
From behind, he cupped her breasts, running a rough thumb over each of her nipples.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me to know that all of this is mine? This beautiful, passionate, stunning woman is mine. All that fire, all that need to submit is mine to explore to the fullest. Do you have any idea what’s going to happen to you tonight?”
Brenna moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder, her nipples burning beneath his decadent caress. Her thighs had already become coated with her juices, the need to have him fill her growing by the second.
“No.” It came out as a breathless moan, his masculine presence almost overwhelming her. She’d always been attracted to hard, serious men, but none had ever seemed harder than Royce and King.
She hadn’t expected to find men who also had Royce’s charm, the kind that could convince a woman into doing anything, or the kind of wickedness King had in abundance.
His hands slid down her sides, gripping her waist lightly, that wickedness evident in his voice even now. “As much as you want to come, you always fight it. You’re too stubborn to let go and I can’t—won’t—allow that.”
Stiffening, she fisted her hands at her sides. “That’s ridiculous. I come all the time. I beg you to let me come, remember?”
She shouldn’t have been at all surprised that he’d noticed, but she certainly hadn’t anticipated her own vulnerability at having not just her body but her thoughts so exposed.
The same instincts that had her trying to close her legs when she felt too vulnerable or open, also had her fighting her orgasms.
King slid his hands down to her slit. Using the fingers of his left hand to hold her folds open, he spanked her clit with his right hand, holding her steady when she jolted in shock. The pain, sharp and hot, quickly spread, warming her entire slit and making her clit sizzle.
“Fuck. Let me go. That hurt.”
“There’s a penalty for lying. You know that.” Tightening his hold, he controlled her movements and caught her hands when she tried to cover her clit.
The teasing in his voice did nothing to hide the threat beneath it. “You couldn’t believe that pain could cause pleasure. Now, you’re going to see that the opposite is also true. You’re going to see that when I want you to come, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
Scraping his teeth over her neck, he slid a hand between her thighs and pressed a strong finger into her pussy.
“Pain can bring pleasure, but pleasure can also bring pain.”
* * * *
Strapped to the leather table, which had been adjusted to a half-sitting position, Brenna shook everywhere with excitement, an excitement made more intense by the possessive heat in King’s eyes. Her breathing became harsh and even more ragged as King strapped her legs to the leather-covered extensions, effectively keeping her knees bent and spread wide.
He’d tied her hands at either side of her head, leaving her breasts unprotected.
Standing between her thighs, he ran his hands over her, the wicked gleam in his eyes making her toes curl.
“Well, Red, are you ready for more pleasure than you can stand?”
The friction of his rough palms against her nipples sent another wave of lust through her, the gentleness in his touch keeping her on edge as she waited for the pain.
“King, it feels so good. I love when you touch me.” When no pain came, she started to relax, giving in to the pleasure. She could stay like this forever, with the slow rolls of pleasure washing over her one after the other, each swell taking her higher than the one before.
Bending over her so that his hot chest brushed against her nipples, King slid his hands up her arms. Lacing his fingers with hers, he brushed her lips with his own.
“I know, baby.”
Using his fingers to caress hers, he kissed her cheek in a gesture so sweet, she melted under him. Seconds later, he lifted his head, his wicked grin back in full force.
“It’s going to get even better. It’ll be so good that you’ll beg for mercy.”
Brenna couldn’t imagine not wanting all the pleasure she could get. Smiling, she arched toward him as he straightened.
“I doubt that.”
King raised a brow at that and ran a finger down the center of her body to her mound.
“We’re in the playroom, Red. Have you forgotten how to address me?”
Brenna blinked, bracing for a pinch to her nipple, her breath coming out in a rush when none came.
“I’m sorry, Master. I thought that since you were being so gentle…”
Inclining his head in satisfaction of her apology, King ran his thumbs lightly up and down her folds, not touching her clit at all.
“Do you think that I can’t master you with gentleness?”
She’d never even considered such a thing. “That doesn’t make sense. Why do you have me tied up if you’re not going to hurt me?”
King smiled, clearly enjoying this. “Because the pleasure will become so intense that you won’t be able to bear it any longer. So intense it’ll be painful.”
Bending, he touched his tongue to a nipple, wetting it before moving to the other.
“Royce will be here in a few minutes. He won’t miss you falling apart that way
, and I think both of us want to be here for your aftercare.”
“Aftercare? What’s that?”
Her voice sounded much more strained than it had a few minutes ago, the tension in her body increasing as her arousal grew stronger.
King bent to kiss her belly, making her stomach muscles quiver.
“After making love, don’t you feel a little vulnerable and weepy, and want to be held?” He trailed kisses lower, over her abdomen. “It’s much more intense when the orgasms are stronger and you’re in a more defenseless position. You need guidance and tenderness to recover.”
Pausing, he lifted his head, his eyes full of mischief and more possessive than ever.
“We know how to take care of you, Red, if only you’ll let us. We’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
Lowering his head again, he ran his tongue through her slit, stabbing it into her pussy with a groan before lifting his head again. “Everyone’s right about one thing. There’s nothing like the taste of your woman. Now, be still so I can enjoy myself.”
“Be still? Oh, damn, that feels good. How am I supposed to be still when I’m…oh God.”
His mouth felt like pure sin, the expert precision of it as it moved through her folds and over her clit so unbelievably sensational she froze.
Muscle by muscle, her body stiffened, her toes curling as the incredible wave of pleasure hit her with a strength and speed that left her breathless and reeling.
It felt amazing—so good that she couldn’t even move. She couldn’t think. She could only feel.
Somehow she managed to suck in a breath, letting it out on a cry as her body jolted at the shocks of sublime pleasure. Her body kept jolting with every stroke of his tongue over her clit, the pleasure becoming too intense to remain still any longer.
“King! No more. No more. I can’t—”
King lifted his head. “Who?” Lowering it again, he feasted on her as though starving for the taste of her.
It felt so good, too good to withstand. She pulled at the straps holding her wrists in a desperate attempt to get her hands free to cover herself, bucking on the leather table the entire time to get away from his mouth. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get loose and couldn’t get away from his hot, devious tongue.
She cried. She whimpered. She screamed, but nothing seemed to deter him.
“Master! Master. Master. Please. Too much. I can’t come anymore.”
Her clit burned, her body jerking almost continuously as if being touched by a live wire.
Lifting his head, King stared down at her with narrowed eyes, using his fingers to continue the strokes to her clit.
“You’re forgetting that this is mine. I can play with you as much as I want to. I’m doing this for my pleasure, not yours.”
To her amazement, she came again, her screams more desperate than the last time. Every muscle in her body tightened against the straps as it crested, stealing what little breath she had left.
Some instinct had her opening her eyes to see Royce standing beside her.
“Royce. Please. Make him stop. No more. No more.”
Royce smiled and attached a clip to her nipple. “But, darling, we’ve hardly begun.”
Brenna screamed at the pressure on her nipple, sending her already overwrought senses on overload. Thankful that the strokes to her clit stopped, she struggled for air, her entire body shivering uncontrollably as she watched Royce’s eyes while he fastened the other clip.
He stared down at her breasts, smiling as he reached out and tugged each of the clips and sent another surge of fire racing through her.
“You look beautiful.”
Moaning at the sensation of air moving over her slit as King moved away, she fought to close her legs in an effort to protect herself.
“Please. Let me loose. No more. Please. I can’t bear it.”
Royce and King shared a look, Royce shaking his head. “I can’t wait to see her fall apart.”
Ripping open his pants, he rolled on a condom and moved to stand between her thighs, running a hand over her trembling stomach.
“Beautiful.”
Brenna struggled harder, whimpering as the head of his cock started to enter her, her pussy already clamping down on him.
“No more. I can’t take it.”
Royce paused, a dark brow going up. “Are you trying to tell me that I can’t fuck this pussy? It belongs to me and I want it.”
Her inner walls clenched, her already soaked slit becoming even wetter. “Please.” She couldn’t take any more, but her body continued to move of its own volition, lifting her pussy to him. Each movement caused a tug at her nipples that made her already-tender clit tingle.
Royce smiled and slid deep, his hands gripping her waist as he began to move.
“Of course, darling. I’ll please you.”
With no way to close her legs or protect herself in any way, Brenna could do nothing but cry out as Royce fucked her, his smooth, deep thrusts filling her completely. Each thrust took her higher, the friction of his cock moving steadily over the inner walls of her pussy.
Aware of King’s eyes on her, she struggled to bite back her moans, knowing she’d never get used to having two men’s hands and eyes on her at the same time.
Alternately tugging at the clamps on her nipples, King kept the arrows of pain shooting sharp jolts of pleasure to her clit and pussy.
“She is beautiful, isn’t she? I love that fight against surrendering herself.”
Royce’s chuckle sounded tortured as he began to dig at a spot inside her that made her body tighten again. “I hope she never stops fighting it.”
King leaned over her, his eyes sharp and filled with satisfaction as she cried out her pleasure.
“No, she won’t. That’s good, baby. Come again and again.”
Each orgasm seemed weaker than the last, but lingered longer and stole more of her will. She could feel it draining from her as the pleasure kept going on and on, and squeezing her eyes closed, she thrashed her head back and forth in denial.
“No. No more. Can’t come anymore.”
A low buzzing sound had her eyes popping open again. She sucked in a breath at the sight of a vibrator in King’s hand, his wicked grin scaring her.
“No. Please don’t use that. My clit can’t take it.”
Royce’s thrusts came faster now, making her clench on him even more, her body tightening impossibly as she held her breath, watching in alarm as King lowered the vibrator to her clit.
Jolting in shock at the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt, one so strong it actually bordered on pain, Brenna screamed, coming again almost immediately.
The vibrations went on and on and she squirmed, screaming hoarsely against the too-sharp sensation.
“No. Stop it. Take it off. Take it off. No!”
She bucked, pulling hard at her restraints. She had to get away. She couldn’t take any more. Her clit throbbed, burning and pulsing with its own heartbeat. It felt huge, so sensitive and too exposed.
A look passed between them, some signal in it she didn’t understand.
Suddenly, both men began unfastening the leather straps securing her. While Royce took care of the ones at her legs, King released her hands, gripping her wrists when she started to reach for the clips on her nipples, her hands shaking at the intense pleasure.
“No, Red. Leave them right there. They’re not tight at all—just tight enough for you to feel it.”
“Too much. Oh, God. I’ve never come so many times.”
King’s brows went up. “You’re talking as if we’re done.” He didn’t release her wrists until Royce lifted her against his chest.
King smiled. “There’s more.”
Royce ran a hand over her bottom and, with his cock still deep inside her, turned, sitting on the edge of the bench with her legs dangling on either side of his. “Much more.”
With a strong arm around her, he lay back on the bench, pressing her against his che
st.
Realizing what they intended, Brenna instinctively fought his hold, each movement causing hot friction to her nipples and tugging at the clips there.
She screamed, she bucked, she cursed and pleaded, but nothing could stop them.
“Please, no more. I can’t come anymore.”
Royce groaned. “These clips have to go.” He raised her several inches off of his chest, and with no warning, King removed the clip from one of her nipples, smiling when she cried out at the blood rushing back into the aching tip.
“Yes, you can. This time you’re going to come with my cock up that tight ass.”
“No. I can’t. Leave my ass alone.”
In her weakened condition, she couldn’t handle the vulnerability of having her ass breached, especially with Royce’s cock still embedded deep inside her pussy.
King laughed softly. “There’s no way I’m leaving that ass alone. Thoughts of fucking that tight ass keep me awake at night.”
Brenna couldn’t take her eyes from King as he rolled on a condom, her breath coming out in sharp whimpers when he reached for the lube.
A strong finger pressed against her puckered opening, making it sting.
“If you want lube, you’d better ask me nicely to lube your ass or else my cock’s going in there dry.”
Brenna stilled, not resisting when Royce pulled her back down. Holding on to him for dear life, she shivered.
“No! You can’t fuck my ass dry.”
King’s tone firmed. “It depends on you. You’re going to have to ask me nicely to lube your ass.”
Brenna couldn’t believe he would stoop so low as to make her contribute to his wickedness.
Gulping in air, she looked up at Royce, who merely lifted a brow and waited.
“P–Please, M–Master. Lube my ass.”
“Of course, my little sub. Would you like me to fuck your ass with my finger to make sure it’s lubed good?”
Brenna glared up at Royce, shocked by the lust glittering in his eyes.
It spurred her need to challenge them. Confident that they would enjoy it as much as she would, Brenna struggled harder, secure in the knowledge that she wouldn’t be able to escape.