“Come to us.” Gods, it was like they’d rehearsed it, spoken as one, if Thorn’s voice was pitched a shade deeper. Even with Kellis and Orion standing side by each she could tell them apart—it didn’t really make sense because they were so very identical except for the infinitesimal height difference—she’d know them anywhere. Even in the dark. Before she could ponder that revelation, Thorn arched a brow and she made herself go to them.
Without comment, Thorn caught her by the waist and swung her into the chair. It felt cushioned yet firm beneath her, and the seat ended right in the middle of her buttocks. She squirmed to get higher, but Kellis moved in to hold her in place while Orion took her opposite wrist, gently placing it above her head then securing it to the chair with—a fur handcuff? She strained her neck to look at it, and Kellis used a set on her other hand. She pulled hard but couldn’t budge them, and the fur eased the unrelenting steel. Except it didn’t look like steel, and it wasn’t oppressively heavy. A memory of the crop they grew flickered across her front brain before she felt the collar slip around her neck.
Adara knew what a collar was—she’d seen Sammy put one on his most recent sub to leash her. It wasn’t appealing in her mind. Subjugating. This collar was wide and kept her head high, and she instinctively tried to avoid it. Kellis dropped a kiss on her forehead, and she looked into his eyes. He was full of lust for certain, those baby blues glittering with it, but his smile was tender.
“You must be bound in place, my love. Trust us. We will not hurt you.”
So why bind her then? Her sex quivered at the realization they were going to do things to her she wouldn’t be able to avoid no matter what she did. Well, if they took her choice away she could excuse any reaction she had.
The collar secured, Orion showed her two pieces of what might be leather with clips on the ends. They affixed to her collar and snapped to hold her head firmly in place. She couldn’t turn it at all. Kellis gently gathered up her hair and secured it atop her head. Another strap pulled into place across her hips, and she couldn’t lift her buttocks, although she tightened her core and tried.
Adara allowed her mind to focus on Thorn who hadn’t been lax while the twins bound her. He had stepped between her knees and rubbed the long muscles in her thighs, then massaged both knees before moving to do the same to her calves. It felt comforting and kind and so unlike him that she worked hard at giving her attention to Orion and Kellis. But he was stepping back and tugging at the chair.
From her position she couldn’t really see what he was doing, but felt something solid elongate beneath either buttock and lift up her legs, although Thorn guided the process. There was a solid snap, and whatever it was ended just below her knees. Thorn’s big hand stroked over her foot, then curled around it, his other hand slipping beneath her knee to bend it. The ball of her foot rested on the surface of whatever he’d pulled from the base of the seat, and she felt straps secure it, one wrapping around her ankle. He immediately did the same to the other foot, and she was splayed open, pussy and ass on full display. She tried to pull her knees together, but his bulk prevented it.
“We want to learn all that is ours, little one.”
She stared up at him, Kellis and Orion now moving to flank him, their eyes on her fully exposed self.
“No.” Her voice sounded breathless to her ears, aroused, and she fought against her libido. Surely having her most private areas splayed and visible shouldn’t make her sex draw up and flood with moisture.
“You are ours, little one. We will explore what belongs to us, find what is best for you. There is no option. And you will answer any and all questions, Adara, share with us. If you hide, things may happen you won’t like.”
She felt her heart speed up faster and her breath sawed in and out of her lungs.
“Do you understand?”
Nodding wasn’t possible. She managed to grit out, “Yes.”
“Then we will begin.”
Something dragged across the floor as the chair levitated. She could distinctly feel it rise up and understood they were so tall they needed her in a higher position. Something clattered and it sounded absurdly like a tray of silverware. She saw the twins lean in and each put a big hand on her thigh, just above her knee, to hold them wide.
Fingers parted her folds, gently pulling them open even wider. It should have been humiliating to know what they were observing, but she could see the twins’ faces, and the hunger written on their faces chased away the humiliation. All she could see of Thorn was the jut of his nose and the top of his head, that thick dark hair shining under a spotlight. Oh my gods, they had her nether regions lit up like a—the clicking sound of something uncomfortably, if vaguely familiar grabbed her attention. A thick digit pressed against her opening, slick with lube and her own juices, seeing as her pussy wasn’t as anxious and humiliated as her brain was.
The finger teased, entering then retreating, going ever deeper until her sheath stretched to accommodate it. It withdrew and something cool and hard, unyielding, replaced it. Adara flinched and Kellis stroked her belly, leaning to kiss her thigh in a comforting gesture.
“Breathe and relax, little one.” Thorn pushed the speculum up inside her, and she felt it crank open in tiny increments. Her physician examined her annually and the sound of that instrument, heard but once a year, had imprinted on her brain much like what the sound of a newspaper being rolled must sound to a dog, chastised as a puppy. If she could have turned her head away in shame she would have, but was held immobile, and she understood it was so she couldn’t hide from them, and so they could monitor her reactions to the exploration.
“Such a beautiful passage, my sweet.” Orion bent his head, and she swore she could feel his gaze right there. “So pink and lovely, and we see the spot of joy, the better to bring you to ecstasy.”
Kellis tore his eyes from her parts and gave her a look filled with awe. Thorn raised his head, and the depth of emotion she saw in those dark orbs took her breath away. Then she wondered if this was the routine for all the women they brought here and closed her eyes against the thought.
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Thorn saw her retreat, as did Kellis. His brother looked panicked, and Thorn pushed his own panic down. They had other things yet to do, but this was the most intimate and the most likely to imprint their ownership on her, and she’d begun to respond. He had to get in her head to find out why she kept retreating, but would presently bring her back to her sexuality.
Inserting his smallest finger directly to her spot of joy he feathered across it. Adara’s eyes popped open, and she was back with them. He rubbed it with whisper fine movements, watching her face intently, then increased the pressure. Kellis and Orion, moving like a well-trained team of gryphons, each plucked a beaded coral nipple. Adara’s lips parted and she came on a scream, green eyes brilliant with her release before they drifted shut. Her thighs tightened as they tried to close around him, and the silky skin on her belly rippled in tiny wave-like movements. Thorn removed his finger with great care and eased the speculum out. The twins murmured in her ears and kissed her temples, and he allowed himself a press of his mouth to her apex, the taste of the sweet lube mingling with the tart, musky flavor of his bride. Their bride. And he couldn’t think of her differently.
Opening the silver salver, he selected a warm cloth and pressed it to her open sex, gently wiping away the lubricant and the excessive liquid of her orgasmic juices. He was aware she observed him, felt her response to his touch, but kept himself from reading her. He needed to care for her and couldn’t bear to see her reject even that.
When her breathing evened out, and her thick lashes fluttered down again, Thorn motioned to Orion who actually hesitated to take his place between Adara’s thighs. He motioned again, impatiently. They had little enough time to break down her resistance, and he had the niggling worry other forces were at work.
Once Orion was in position, his brother visibly calmed—his lustful stare at Adara’s splayed cunt was e
vident, but love stood in his eyes. Thorn wished for a mirror. He was certain he looked the same. He hoped he did, because of all of them he had the most difficulty expressing himself and now was not the time to hold back for her.
“My sweet?” Adara opened her eyes and looked at Orion. Tears trickled from the corners and dampened her hair. Thorn reached to smooth it—and she flinched. Godsdamnit. Kellis then stroked her, and Adara seemed to press into his hand. Thorn set his teeth.
“I am going to play here. I want you to tell me, tell us, how it feels. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” A faint whisper, but she’d answered.
Thorn observed as Orion’s mouth dropped between Adara’s legs and then checked her beautiful visage. The shocked look in her eyes told him she wasn’t very familiar with oral congress. Orion could live with his face between a woman’s thighs and now that Adara was here a schedule would be required in order to get the work done on the farm. It lifted his spirits to think of it. Little moans and whimpers began to spill from her lips, and he knew she would thrash her head if not restrained. But they needed to see her face. The collar would be useful for other things as well, but extremely so at this time.
“Please,” she begged.
Kellis spoke softly but Thorn heard him. “Tell him and he will do it, my love. Anything.”
“I need him to…I need him to keep doing…oh gods…Orion, please.”
“Tell him, Adara. Is he eating your cream? Licking that little hole? Sucking your inner lips? Or are his teeth nibbling that little bud? Come for us, my heart.”
She shrieked and bowed up as much as the restraint across her abdomen would allow, the strength of her orgasm apparent in her writhing form. Thorn reached for another cloth and handed it to Orion who carefully tended to Adara before wiping his face clean. It was hard to miss the contentment on Orion’s features, and Adara was clearly sated.
Kellis went to the foot of the chair and extracted a further length of stirrup board, carefully lowering Adara’s leg so that it lay flat before repeating the process with her other leg. He then drew a light sheet over her. Thorn stepped back and just watched her gorgeous face. He knew she was adrift on endorphins and other key substances released by the brain. The key was to move ahead before she started thinking. Kellis was already choosing his toys, also aware of the need to keep her off balance. If she could think of nothing but the pleasure they could bring her, it would serve to help her commit that much sooner.
As she began to come back to herself, Kellis whisked the sheet off and quickly moved her legs back into position, aided by Thorn. Her swollen folds beckoned, and the scent of her perfumed the air. She sucked in a gasp as Orion placed his mouth over the turgid tip of her breast, his fingers working the other nipple. Thorn was torn. He wanted to suckle that other breast but wanted to watch Kellis bring her off. When Kellis lubed the slender anal wand there was no contest. He would pay homage to her heaving, full mounds later. He pressed the button to lower the mirror and angled to reflect the activity—he wanted Adara to see the erotic torture as well as feel it.
“A little pressure, Adara. Smaller than the plug.” She moaned in protest and tried to shake her head, the straps holding her in place undulating.
“No, Kellis, I don’t want—” The wand was obviously going in because she quit protesting and bit that succulent bottom lip. Thorn leaned over and licked it. She didn’t flinch—she snapped at his tongue. Holy shit. That punishment board was going up on the morrow. He hurriedly placed his mouth out of harm’s way and glared at her. She glared back and then her eyes widened. Kellis must have turned on the wand. He could hear a faint hum and knew it was gently stimulating her back passage.
“Look in the mirror, little one. See how you embrace this.”
Her eyes flew to the mirror and popped wide, then shut tightly. Thorn debated ordering her to watch but knew Kellis’s next action would pique her curiosity.
“This will feel large, my sweet, but you are so wet and I have lubed it as well. Now be a good girl and breathe it in.” Kellis pushed a wide dildo up inside her sheath. Thorn watched as it split her cunt lips and worked out of sight, the dark color such a contrast to her skin. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her watching too and turned fully to observe how her pupils dilated. Her breath came in little pants once again. They were seducing her with pleasure, overwhelming her as planned. There would come a time when even a look from one of them or a mention of the playroom would make her cream flow. And he would drink it from her.
“Do you see this, Adara?” His brother held a little silver bullet up for her to witness. “You may have one, but I know just how to use it.”
Orion paused in the laving of her breasts, and they glistened with his saliva. Thorn wondered if he might find the clamps, but Orion caught his thought and gave a minute shake of his head. So his brother had other plans for those breasts. Adara appeared to try to push her nipples at Orion’s mouth and look at the little bullet all at once, so of course Orion avoided touching them at all. Thorn knew he was biding his time and wanted nothing to distract their woman from those plans.
They both went to hold a knee—Kellis would make this climax the most spectacular of them all. Adara’s eyes followed them, a hint of fear coloring the desperate need, and Thorn’s sadist rejoiced. That was the kind of sexual fear, the fear of devastating pleasure that he needed to see. The sad, beaten down woman he’d glimpsed since the confrontation with Ronnie seemed banished. If she appeared again, he would sensually torture the information from her and seek to expunge that woman for good.
Kellis took hold of the large phallus and turned it as he pulled it out and pushed it back in, simulating the sex act. The sweet sounds of wet, clenching pussy flesh were heard above the hum of the wand and Adara’s moaning entreaties. When he touched the bullet to the red pearl peeking from its protective hood, her cries reverberated and Thorn nearly came in his pants.
With quick little glancing movements Kellis tormented that wee bundle of nerves, first one side then the other, the top and underside, following the cord of her sex down to where the phallus protruded in a graphic parody of lust. He built her until she was pleading for him to end it. When she at last begged him to push her over, using explicit earthy language, Kellis applied the vibrator directly to her clit and she flew. The dildo was nearly sucked inside by her spasming channel, and the star of her anus sweetly kissed the wand in a pucker of passion.
Instantly Orion was at her wrists to release her hands and unfastened the collar next, slipping an arm beneath her to hold her close to him, tucking her sweet face into his neck. Thorn pulled the belly restraint loose and stretched out the stirrup boards, working alongside Kellis as he switched off the wand to slide it out. Removing the phallus was a struggle—her pussy was reluctant to relinquish it—but at last it came free, fragrant and coated with her cream. Thorn reached for a handful of warm cloths, passing them to his brother who so caringly cleansed her of her passion. Adara’s voluptuous body slumped in Orion’s arms as he slid his other arm beneath her to lift her and carry her to the bed.
Thorn hustled to get there first, struggling out of his boots in order to shove his pants off. He rolled to the middle, and Orion set Adara on top of him before lying on Thorn’s opposite side. She curled up and sought his heat—he well knew she was near pleasure-shock and willingly warmed her. Kellis arrived with a warm blanket and settled it over her then took his place. The twins propped up on an elbow, mirror images, to stare down at their bride.
“She took everything we gave her,” commented Kellis.
“Well, not everything,” said Orion. “But I want first choice at those amazing breasts.”
“Then I get her mouth.”
And I get her ass, Thorn thought to himself before reprimanding his brothers, reminding them, quite hypocritically, that this was their bride they were sparring over. But he still would get her ass.
“We’ll spar a lot, Thorn.” Orion teased, just tempting a p
unch, which he’d get if it weren’t for the sweet weight on Thorn’s chest. “Our bride has an amazing sensuality she hides from the world. It matches her feistiness.”
“And we mustn’t break that spirit,” Kellis cautioned.
They were all silent after that comment. A month wasn’t very long to train their woman to meet their expectations as they learned to meet hers. Adara slept, deep in REM sleep, totally slack as she recuperated from three intense orgasms. She would need her rest because they meant to push her hard again tomorrow. Her obvious inexperience and that curious emotional retreat meant the three of them had immediately decided to wait to take her, without discussion. Their own need for satisfaction paled when it came to ensuring they swept Adara along on a river of pleasure and trained her to meet their expectations, if she was to fulfill the prophecy and meet her full potential.
Chapter Seven
It seemed that three square meals a day were on the agenda for the sex slave. After waking from a really long nap, Adara was treated to yet another luxurious bath, Orion providing the service this time. Then he fed her a light repast, mostly fruit and vegetables grown on the farm or in its greenhouse. A mind-numbing massage followed that, and he brushed her hair again. No one had brushed her hair since she was a little girl. The one thing he’d done that she was presently trying to ignore reposed in her back hole.
He’d made her kneel on the bed with her chest dropped to the mattress, right after the rub down. Then he lubed up her anus, murmuring encouragement all the while. He was as determined as Thorn to stretch her back there, using two of his big digits patiently but intrusively no matter how she protested, although the massage had relaxed her. The plug was larger than the first and while she couldn’t see his face, she could hear the satisfaction in his voice when it was seated deep inside her colon. The damn thing made her ache and throb, although not in a really bad way.
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