by Leah Brooke
“Go fuck yourself. I’m not begging you to stick your finger in my ass!”
God, she ached with the need to have her ass filled, but she couldn’t take another orgasm. It would kill her, and yet she couldn’t stop wanting more.
She jerked, crying out as a cold lubed finger thrust into her and immediately withdrew.
King ran a hand down her back. “There’s not enough lube for her, but it’s more than enough for me to get inside her.” He patted her ass. “You had your chance, Red.”
He pressed the head of his cock against her puckered opening and began to push, making her bottom hole burn and sting unbearably.
Brenna screamed. “No. Please. No more. Please fuck my ass with your finger.”
King backed off. “Why should I give you the chance to change your mind? Didn’t you just tell your Master to go fuck himself?”
She hadn’t even realized how attuned she’d become to them, but the steel in King’s tone sent a chill through her.
She’d never survive if he fucked her ass dry, but could hardly believe she wanted to try. She wanted it to hurt. She needed it to hurt. She wanted to feel him anyway she could.
She wanted her ass filled. Full. Stretched.
Common sense won out.
“Please, Master. Please. Please fuck my ass with your fingers.”
Royce groaned. “Christ, hurry up. I can’t hold back much longer.”
King pinched her clit. “You hear that? Master Royce can’t resist you and neither can I. How would you like to be fucked by both of your Masters at the same time?”
“Yes! Anything you want. Please, Masters, take me.”
“Very good. Be still, like a good little sub and let me lube this ass for my cock.”
“Oh, God.”
Sucking in a breath as King shoved his lubed finger into her ass, she stared into Royce’s eyes.
Brenna moaned helplessly at the feel of King’s fingers moving around in her ass and pressing against the inner walls of her rectum. It was nothing, though, compared to the sensation of him withdrawing and fitting the head of his cock against her puckered opening and pushing against it.
The instinctive need to fight his invasion had her clamping down hard, but King pressed relentlessly, forcing the tight ring of muscle to give way to admit the thick head of his cock.
Brenna screamed, unable to move as he held the head of his cock at her opening, stretching it wide and making it burn.
She came before she even realized she was going to, clamping down on the head of his cock and making it burn hotter.
“So full. Oh, God! Your cocks are inside me. It burns.”
King cursed and pushed his cock deep, so deep she couldn’t breathe.
Too full. She burned everywhere. Tingled everywhere.
Both men started moving, setting up a rhythm of thrusts into her pussy and ass, leaving her helpless to do anything but hold on.
She whimpered at the mind-numbing pleasure, moaning at the pressure and full, stretched sensation.
Filled with cock, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She could only feel. Stretched more than she’d ever thought she could stand, she held on to Royce, unable to do anything else as the mind-numbing pleasure and sensation of being taken completely stole every last bit of resistance.
She cried out, each cry more desperate and breathless than the last.
Filled with their cocks, she slumped against Royce, giving herself over to the pleasure, and to them, thrilling to give them everything.
Sensation layered over sensation bombarded her. She lost track of the number of times she came.
Trembling, she could do nothing more than whimper as yet another orgasm hit her before the last had completely died away.
She’d never felt so fulfilled, so desired.
So connected.
Royce and King urged her on, each word like a balm to her soul.
“That’s it, Red. Take all of us.”
Royce groaned. “So fucking tight. Come again, honey. Yes. That’s it. So beautiful.”
King’s hands firmed on her hips. “So good. Good girl. All ours.”
She belonged to them. She couldn’t fight it anymore. When both men surged deep, she came again, a rush of pleasure and warmth to layer over the others.
Suddenly she felt like crying.
A whimper escaped, but before another could, four strong hands moved over her.
King wrapped his arms around her from behind as he withdrew, holding her when she shivered, his lips at her shoulder.
“That’s a girl. You’re all right. We’ve got you.”
He lifted the top half of her body against his just as another whimper escaped.
“Yes, baby. Let it go. You’re safe.”
Her throat clogged with tears, making it difficult to speak, and a sob tore from her before she could prevent it.
“No more.”
Royce sat up, lifting her from his cock, his eyes holding hers. Smiling tenderly, he stroked her cheek. “No, darling. No more. Let us take care of you now.”
So weak she couldn’t even lift her arm, Brenna had no choice but to fall against King as he lifted her from Royce’s lap and turned her, holding her against his wide chest. “No. Leave me alone.”
Her words came out slurred and weak, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to be alone until she could get her bearings again.
Shaky and feeling vulnerable, she kept her eyes closed, curling against King as the first tear came. She loved them. She’d trusted them completely, even when she’d thought she couldn’t stand another minute.
She’d never felt so complete before, so utterly free to let herself go. She felt connected to them in ways she couldn’t have imagined.
Even now, she needed their touch to help settle her. She needed their presence to make her feel safe and secure until she could get herself together again.
She needed the love she saw shining in their eyes, a love she wasn’t sure she could handle.
Gathering her close, King carried her from the room, down the hall, and into the bedroom.
“I’m never going to leave you alone. You’re stuck with me forever now.”
“Us.” Royce’s voice came from behind King just as the shower came on. “Give her to me.”
King stepped into the shower, holding her tightly against him. “I’ve got her. I doubt if she’s got the strength to stand.”
Royce, naked and wet, reached for her, shooting King an impatient look. “I’m aware of that, King. Come on, darling. Doesn’t the warm water feel better? You just be still and let us take care of you.”
Completely drained and weepy, Brenna didn’t even have the strength to hold on to King. Every inch of her body trembled in reaction. “Put me down. I wanna be alone.”
She hated the whine in her voice, but didn’t have the strength to try again. Her eyes shot open as Royce washed her slit.
“No. Don’t touch me.”
His hands remained as tender as the look in his eyes. “I’ll be gentle, but you’ll feel better afterward. Easy. I know, honey.” He crooned to her as he washed her.
“I know you’re sensitive all over. You did so well. That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. You’re certainly going to keep King and me on our toes, aren’t you?”
Brenna sniffed, closing her eyes again.
King adjusted her in her arms, nuzzling the delicate spot below her ear.
“You were magnificent. Look at me, Red.”
Looming over her, King handed her to Royce and turned her face to his, waiting until she opened her eyes. “I adore you.”
A sob broke free, and then another, sobs she couldn’t seem to hold back. She loved them so much it hurt, and had left herself wide open for even more.
They could destroy her now.
“Don’t tell me that now.” She didn’t want just tenderness after sex. She wanted it all, but she couldn’t take much more. She felt too weepy, floundering to steady herself again
King finished rinsing her, stripped off his clothes, and threw them in a corner. “Now is the perfect time to tell you. Come on, let’s get you into bed so we can talk.”
Minutes later she found herself in bed with him while Royce finished his shower. Warm and dry and with the heat of King’s body against hers, Brenna wiped away another tear.
Cupping her face, King ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
“I can’t believe I’m in love. It’s going to take me a while to get used to it, so you’re going to have to bear with me.”
More tears fell, tears of fear and of happiness. “King, you don’t have to say that now. I know you want to take care of me now, but—”
King’s eyes narrowed. “I’ve never in my life told a woman that I love her, and when I finally do, you don’t believe me? Do you really think I would say those words just because you came a few times?”
“A few times?” Brenna slapped ineffectively at his hand. “You made me come so much that I doubt I’ll ever recover. You’re soft on me now, because I’m like this, but—”
With an angry growl, King rolled on top of her. “Do you honestly think you’re the only woman who I’ve made come until she couldn’t walk? I didn’t love them and didn’t tell them I did.”
Kicking at him, Brenna tried to shove his big body off of hers, to no avail. “Don’t you throw those other women in my face!”
“I’m not trying to throw them in your face, damn it! I’m trying to make you see that I never thought I would ever find a woman I could love, and who would love me back. I never thought I would find one who would embrace this lifestyle, one who would let me love her and allow me to take care of her the way I need to. I love you, damn it!”
Lacing her fingers with his, he raised them over her head. “And you love me. Don’t think for one minute that you can hide it from me. I’ve waited a lifetime for you and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you walk away from me!”
Releasing her hands, he gathered her against him. “Now, I want to hear you say it back to me, or so help me, the minute you’ve recovered, I’m going to turn you over my lap and paddle your ass until you say it.”
Royce strolled into the room, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist and using another to dry his hair.
“Well, that’s real romantic, King.”
Blinking back tears, Brenna reached up to cup King’s jaw, shaken by the intensity of the love shining in his eyes.
“I love you, too. I’ve loved you for a while, but I didn’t think you’d believe me if I told you. I thought you would think it was just about sex. I’m scared.” She slid a glance at Royce. “What if you get bored with me? You’ve got your pick of women and—”
King growled. He actually growled. “I don’t want any other fucking woman. I want you. I’ve been around hundreds of women and I never wanted one the way I want you, and I sure as hell didn’t fall in love with any of them.”
A sob broke free, one she hadn’t even known was there. “You love me?”
King looked a little panicked. “Didn’t I just say that? Hell, don’t you dare cry. I mean it, if you cry, I’m going to—ah, hell.”
Chapter Eighteen
Brenna woke to find herself wrapped in a blanket and on Royce’s lap, his eyes unreadable as they searched hers. Lifting her head, she saw that he sat on the chaise lounge, and had the television turned on low.
“Where’s King?”
Smiling, Royce smoothed her hair back from her face. “He’s working out. You scared the hell out of him. He can take your anger and your defiance, but when you cry, it tears him up.”
She looked at the clock on the nearby table. “But it’s the middle of the night.”
“So it is. He went to take over for Blade and made sure everyone was settled for the night. Then he came back here, looked at you, and went to work out. I wanted to hold you, so I brought you over here with me about an hour and a half ago.”
Sliding a hand inside the blanket, he ran a hand over her hip, reminding Brenna of her nakedness.
“Do you feel better now?”
Nodding, Brenna stared up at him, reaching her hand from the blanket to touch his chest.
“Yes. I’m sorry I fell apart that way. This is all so…extraordinary. I didn’t plan to fall in love with both of you—”
Pressing her burning face against his chest, Brenna shrugged. “I mean—”
“Did you think I didn’t realize you loved me?” Running his hand up to her breast, he cupped her gently and dropped his head back against the chair.
“You’ve scared the hell out of me more than once. I really expected you to leave. We were too soft with you at times because we were afraid you would storm out the way you did the first time I took you to the playroom.”
Rubbing a hand over his face, he sighed. “You scared the hell out of me that day. I couldn’t believe how much passion there was inside you and that you trusted me enough to go into the playroom with me. I’d barely touched you, and you fell apart.”
Looking down at her, he smiled, his eyes filled with the memory of that day.
“I’d never been so surprised by a woman in my entire life. You stormed out before I could even come to grips with it. And your eyes…Christ, I knew it then. As soon as I looked into those eyes, I knew I was a goner.”
Running his hand up and down her body, he pulled her closer.
“I made you crawl that day, hoping to scare you away.”
Brenna blinked up at him, shocked at the admission. “You did? Why?”
Royce shrugged. “You were getting too close. King and I realized long ago that although women liked to play at submitting, it would be damned near impossible for one to want to tie herself to two Doms. King and I share. We have for years. We’re different in the way we dominate and found that we complement each other.”
Parting the blanket, he stroked her exposed breast, sending a delightful warmth through her.
“We’re good friends, and as close as a lot of brothers, but loving you tested that. We were both scared that you would find you didn’t like this lifestyle, a lifestyle we already knew we couldn’t live without. And that fucking auction—hell, I wanted to shake you when you talked about it.”
Brenna smiled and cuddled closer, moaning when he uncovered the rest of her and placed a hot hand over her mound.
“I kept mentioning it because I thought that was the only reason you let me stay and that at the end of the month you were going to put me in it. I wanted you to deny it and tear up that damned contract.”
Royce grinned. “I’m not tearing it up. I think I’m going to frame it and stick it on the wall in our office.” Frowning when she moved under him, he covered her with the blanket again.
“Stop that. You’re not in any condition to come anymore tonight. You need some rest. Why don’t you go back to sleep?”
Sitting up, Brenna straddled him, feeling as if she could conquer the world. “Are you kidding? I feel wonderful. You and King love me. I still can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m in love with two men who want to dominate me.”
Frowning, she looked up at him through her lashes. “I’m going to have to figure out a way to get some power over both of you or I’m in trouble.”
Royce slid his hand beneath the blanket and gave her ass a playful slap. “You’ve already got enough of that. God help us when you figure out how to use it. And as for finding it hard to believe two Doms are in love with you, maybe you’ll believe it when you’re standing at the altar on your wedding day with a butt plug up that tight ass.”
* * * *
Brenna bit her lip, her heart racing with excitement. Even though the noise level rose in the room, she held a hand over her mouth to quiet her rapid breathing, afraid someone would hear her. Standing on her toes to get a better view of the women who were being put up for auction, she couldn’t help but admire the fine figures her husbands of nearly a week made as they led each woman into the spotlight.
Using the tip of the whip he held in his strong hand, the hand that had a circle of gold around his ring finger, King tapped the woman’s nipple, making her cry out and creating an answering pull in Brenna’s own nipple. He’d used that on her enough times that she knew just what the other woman was feeling, but couldn’t imagine how it must have felt to be blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back while it was done to her.
And by a stranger.
Brenna couldn’t have stood it, and smiled at the knowledge that she’d never have to.
She had her own Masters.
Brenna touched a hand to her own breast, exposed because she wasn’t permitted to wear anything except the stretchy outfits Royce and King had bought for her when she was home. Pinching her nipple, she tried to pretend that King had used the whip on her, but nothing could substitute for the real thing.
Her thighs had already become coated with her juices, the sight of the women being auctioned off and the excitement and decadence of the crowd of men buying them arousing her more than she could have imagined.
She’d never have the nerve, or even the desire to be auctioned in such a way, but it aroused her just the same.
“Let’s see that pussy and clit.”
One of the men she recognized from town stood in the front and seemed to take great satisfaction in having each woman inspected thoroughly.
Each time he called something out, the bidding would stop, and the woman being auctioned would shiver so much that even Brenna could see it from her position, peeking through a vent on the second floor to the action taking place below.
Lying on the floor of the small storage room Kelly had told her about, Brenna shifted restlessly as King smiled and paraded the woman around the stage.
Fighting jealousy, she watched Royce and King, pleased to see that other than taking care of the woman and stirring the crowd, neither one showed any interest in her.
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