The minute she opened her small mouth and parted her swollen lips he lowered himself in to a steady squat and thrust his cock in hard and deep, maintaining a cruel hard pace just as his brother had done, loving the way she drew his flesh back and grazed her teeth over him. His cock felt as though it were going to burst. It tingled with his need. He wanted to consume her before she did him. Her soft delicate lips closed around his hard length rimming him with the remnants of her scarlet lipstick.
He thrust inside her mouth for a little while longer then like his brother, suddenly pulled out; the stimulation of her hot wet tongue and the suck of her pretty little mouth overwhelming. He wanted to be in her anus.
His brother had been stroking her body and feasting his own mouth on her pussy. They united to undo all of the cuffs to free Diana from her bonds. Alexandrov scooped her up into his arms to lay her down on her side on top of the bed. He lay on her left side. Ilya to her right behind her bottom. Alexandrov caressed his fingers over her body and breasts, tracing the swell of their outline and shape. Ilya joined him, kissing Diana’s shoulders as he did so. He smoothed his hand down her stomach and over her thigh to her bottom. His brother brought his lips to her throat and to her breasts swapping between them while Ilya reached for the lubricant placed on the nightstand next to the bed.
Alexandrov dipped his fingers inside her pussy while Ilya dipped his own into the tub of lubricant. He heard her moan with his brother’s intimate stroke, watching him drive two fingers up inside her. She bucked her hips as he inserted a third to widen the girth and mimic his penis.
Ilya coated his cock in the lubricant then took out a large scoop. He turned to open the crease of Diana’s bottom and smeared the cool lubricant over the small hole nestled there, liberally coating it. She jumped when he pushed his soaked fingers inside to prepare the channel for his entry. She was tight, almost virginal inside her dark channel. The penetration of his fingers caused some momentary discomfort, making her moans sound a little different. He persisted, forcing the nerve endings and muscles to relax and submit as he stretched her channel.
“Is she ready?” Alexandrov asked capturing her lips to kiss her hard once more, his fingers still buried in her vagina.
“Yes.”
Ilya thrust his fingers inside her a few more times, pulsing them in direct time with Alexandrov’s in her vagina. Ilya turned her head to kiss her just before her mounting. His brother lifted her leg and nudged his cock at the entrance of her vagina. He halted with the tip just inside. Ilya rested his own hand next to Alexandrov’s on her leg and placed his cock to her anus, pushing the tip gently just inside. In one controlled movement, they thrust into Diana’s body in perfect time up to the hilt. Diana gave a strangled cry, a mixture of shock, surprise and sheer delight.
Diana’s body became soft and warmer, melting beneath their power as the billionaires spooned her, alternating their driving movements from hard and fast to slow and caressing keeping her whimpering and panting. She wouldn’t be allowed to come until she was driven to distraction with the dual penetration. It felt so good to be deep inside her body. She fit snugly around Ilya, just like a glove.
“Please, please,” she begged.
But they continued to torment her until they each reached their own breaking point. His brother whispered their permission for her to let go. Ilya felt his own climax explode making him growl with the sheer force of its fire. Alexandrov’s broke a second later just as Diana screamed out and they felt her muscles clench tight around their cocks. All three, ground together in what seemed like slow motion, moving like a finely oiled machine. The brothers’ thrusts drove deep into her submissive body allowing them to dominate and control her, letting them claim it for themselves apart from James Logan.
When they slumped together, kissing and touching, Bazanov’s mobile rang just as Alexandrov had planned. They heard him announce he was going to have to leave the castle taking his entourage with him, something urgent had come up. James and Taylor left. Ilya noticed the jealousy in his eyes as he took another swig from his drink and said, “I will return to the party. Enjoy yourselves a while longer, gentlemen. Let me know when you are finished with her.”
Chapter 9
Handsome, raven-haired Russian billionaire, Ilya Romanovich raised his foot and kicked at the door of James Logan’s bedroom with his brother Alexandrov’s help. The heavy oak door was eventually kicked in with dramatic effect, yet it did nothing to distract Diana’s husband, James from slapping the side of her pretty face with the back of his hand. She fell to the floor wrapped in a sheet from the bed but struggled to get away from him when he went to pull her up and repeat the action. He was furious with her. He dragged her to her feet as the two billionaires came rushing into the room in her defence. He pulled her hair and raised his hand to strike her again.
Diana desperately fought back attempting to get away from his grip on her hair and kicking at him with all of her strength. Just before his hand made contact with her face for a second time, Ilya caught hold of his arm and twisted it behind his back. Placing his arm around the struggling man’s throat, Ilya pulled James back against his chest forcing him to loosen his grip on Diana’s hair.
Alexandrov pulled Diana into his arms and snapped an order at his brother.
“Put him in the chair.”
“What the hell are you doing hitting your wife?” Ilya demanded, his light Russian accent native to St. Petersburg becoming thicker. “Haven’t you done enough to her?” he yelled pushing him down onto the chair.
Alexandrov gently cupped the side of Diana’s face and tilted her head to one side so he could check for any bruising. He lightly pressed the backs of his fingers against her cheek making Ilya annoyed it hadn’t been he who was taking care of her. He wasn’t sure if he could keep the pact they had decided upon while leaving Diana’s tower room two nights ago. He wanted her all for himself and always had.
“Are you all right?” Alexandrov’s voice was gentle and soothing. “Why did you come to his room?”
Diana nodded and Ilya watched him sit her down on the bed.
“He keeps my clothes here. I wanted to see if I could get some to wear for when I leave.”
“We told you, you are not to bring any clothing from here. We will take care of all of your needs. We just want to get you out of here. Please stay here and do not move,” he instructed.
She nodded again. Ilya wanted to hold her she looked so fragile despite the strength she wore on her face and the dismissive way she wiped her tears away. She was everything he asked for in a woman. If she hadn’t been already married those three years ago, he would have taken her. She was the perfect combination of intelligence, fortitude, beauty, vulnerability. He ached to have her kneel before him surrendering her will to his dominance alone. But he knew Alexandrov had also fallen hard for Diana Logan and was not going to give her up. His only hope to be with her would be to share his beautiful submissive with another Dominant, namely his brother whether he liked it or not. They had shared a woman once before. He had to put their arguments about their family in the past and bury the hatchet if he wanted to be with Diana.
Alexandrov approached James who was sitting in the chair shadowed by Ilya’s tall form. He leaned over the chair and got in James’ face.
“Our business relationship is over, James. We will only deal with the real owner of Empyrean, Diana. We are taking her away from you where she can have a better life with us. You don’t deserve her.” He kept his voice even and eerily calm despite the passion echoing out from his last sentence.
James stared at him and laughed.
“What a fucking joke.” James pointed his finger at Diana, stabbing the air with it. “She knows if she leaves, her son will be killed. I run this company now, not that fucking bitch.”
Alexandrov moved back a little and punched James in the face and then in the stomach making him groan.
“Don’t call her a bitch. She is the brains behind Empyrean. It has alway
s been her company, never yours. You gained a piece through marriage only and you gambled it away to the Russian Mafia. What’s the matter, James? Are you jealous of what Diana has achieved? Does she outshine your manhood?” he said with contempt while placing his hand around James’ throat, then pulling his hair to force his head back while he coughed and spluttered trying to get his breath back as blood trickled from his nose. “You should have celebrated her. Don’t you care about your own son? How the fuck can you do that to your own child?”
“I knew you both wanted her. Fucking her wasn’t enough. I shouldn’t have let you near my wife. She belongs to me.”
“Like hell she does,” Ilya pushed Alexandrov away. “You saw what happened when we made love before. That’s why we let you watch. She is ours now and I am never ever letting you hurt her again. You can threaten all you want but we are already looking for her son and taking the Empyrean-629 out from under your control.”
“You won’t get far with her. They will stop you.”
“I’m not frightened of Bazanov,” Ilya snapped. “Or any of your other friends from the Russian Mafia you sold your soul to. We will leave you here to explain to them.”
“Tie him up and for God’s sake gag him,” Alexandrov ordered his security chief who was running into the room after hearing the commotion from his post outside. Alexandrov returned to Diana, sweeping an arm underneath her legs to lift her up into his arms catching her off guard.
“Keep him contained and watch him until we can get Diana ready to leave,” ordered Alexandrov as he started to carry Diana out of the room, with Ilya following closely behind.
Diana rested her head on Alexandrov’s shoulder as he carried her, still wrapped in the sheet, back to her room. He squeezed her body and brushed his lips across the top of her head before sweeping into the room to sit her on top of the bed. Ilya followed closely behind. Both men sat down on either side of her. Alexandrov was the first to take her into his arms.
“Why did you go there?”
“I told you, I needed my clothes. I haven’t been allowed to wear clothes in a long time,” she said tearfully. “How do you expect me to leave with you if I don’t have any clothes?” A sob left her lips this time and she put her hand to her mouth to hold it in. She sounded so fragile and broken like a child.
She felt Ilya stroke her hair. Alexandrov cupped the side of her face.
“We are sorry, little one.” His voice was soft, gentle, parental, even fatherly. “We will take care of everything,” he soothed. “Ilya please return to the room and bring Diana some clothes and shoes. She doesn’t need anything else; we will provide whatever she needs.”
“Thank you. But what about my make-up?”
Ilya kissed her cheek.
“You don’t need any. I can’t wait to take you shopping,” he said with a smile, kissing her cheek before he left the room.
“Now, little one, I want you to take a quick hot shower and then we can leave. Bazanov and Taylor have left. We arranged a little problem for them to deal with last night so we can pretty much just walk out of here with you. Then we can look for your son with the new information we have as I promised.”
Alexandrov used his thumb to gently wipe her tears away. She nodded and let him raise her from the bed and lead her to the bathroom. When she came out wrapped in a towel, Ilya was back in the room with her clothes. She felt a shiver of excitement at being able to wear clothes again. Both men swept their eyes over her with appreciation. Ilya caught her arms.
“Do you feel better since your shower? You look better, not so pale,” he said lifting her chin to study her face. “There is a nice rosy glow to your cheeks. Now come and see what I brought you to wear.”
Ilya had laid a pretty black and red summer wrap dress, a pair of her black patent leather Louboutins and a bra. There was no underwear. She frowned.
“Where are my…”
“You will not need panties, little one.” Alexandrov wagged his finger at her and took hold of her chin gently, lifting it up to him. Ilya came closer behind her and kissed her neck. “New rule for you to grasp, kotyonok,” Alexandrov continued. “You only wear panties when we give you permission to. We want to be able to take you when we want,” he explained with a grin.
Diana stared up at him with awe. Her mind told her she should have been annoyed but she was secretly thrilled they found her so desirable they wanted to be able to take her whenever and wherever they chose. She felt herself dampen at the very thought. She belonged to them now and there was nothing she wanted more. Diana felt so safe with them near and she adored the way they commanded her as the Dominants she’d always known them to be since they’d first met at the conference. She’d ached to be loved protected and dominated for years but James had been unwilling and abusive. Now two men wanted to cultivate her natural submissiveness to their taste and love and adore her for it.
“Do you understand, little one?”
From behind her Ilya undid the towel fixed at the top of her chest and unwrapped her body. He removed the towel and laid it on the bed.
“Yes, yes, I do, Sirs,” she ventured timidly in a small childlike voice turning to them both. She could see their eyes brighten with delighted surprise. Diana knew what they expected from her. Making love with them both this evening had been mind-blowing. She’d never experienced such intense pleasure or domination and by two men working in perfect harmony to pleasure her. They were rescuing her heart, mind and soul not just her body, reputation and aircraft, they were looking for her precious son and already had a lead on his whereabouts. The urge to show her appreciation and offer her unconditional submission as their dominant personalities demanded, became overwhelming. She slowly lowered herself onto her knees between them. They came to stand in front of her appearing enchanted. She quickly sat back on her legs, lowered her eyes and placed her hands on the tops of her legs waiting for them to acknowledge her submission and give her permission to rest her eyes upon them again.
They came to stand in front of her. Both Alexandrov and Ilya lifted her face up together.
“Beautiful. You are simply a beautiful natural submissive,” Alexandrov said.
“Our beautiful submissive,” Ilya added.
“From now on you will address us either as Sir or Daddy, little one.”
“Yes, Daddies,” she answered, finding the words rolled so easily and naturally from her tongue.
They both took one of her hands and raised her from the floor. They dressed her together. Her task was to simply allow them. Ilya loving lifted each breast into each bra cup and Alexandrov slipped the dress around her body to tie it at her waist before lowering himself to his knees in front of her to slip her feet into the elegant black, patent leather heels. Ilya lovingly brushed her blonde curls on to her shoulders.
It wasn’t until there was a knock on the door when one of Alexandrov’s security team confirmed James had been secured and his security men had been restrained that Diana first felt a strong fear about going outside. She said nothing and allowed them to lead her down the back stairs used by servants once upon a time and outside to the car before anyone else stirred from their sleep.
The fear intensified as she sat in the black Range Rover and with the other security cars following them out, began to make their way down the long twisting driveway through the trees. She tried to cover it while watching the castle she once called home, then her prison, fade into the background behind the trees. Freedom should have felt so good but a part of her screamed to feel the safety of the confinement of the tower room.
It wasn’t until they were out of the gate and on to the country road and the Range Rover sped up that she found it was difficult to breathe. Once or twice she had been allowed into the hangar on the castle grounds to test one of the engines for her design and every now and again she had felt nervous but not this frightened. The dark was oppressive pressing against the car windows. She wanted to stay confined in the car, yet she couldn’t breathe and needed fresh
air. The billionaires had nestled her protectively between them both and were each holding one of her hands.
She tried to make conversation to distract herself.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To the airport and then to my home not far outside London in Hertfordshire,” Alexandrov answered. “Are you feeling all right, Diana?” he asked with concern. “You look pale again.”
“I’m fine,” she tried to smile conscious Ilya was casting his watchful eyes over her. “What about the Empyrean-629?”
Alexandrov grinned.
“We took possession of the three they have already assembled this afternoon and they are already on their way to Heathrow to go into service. I rushed through the paperwork with James. I just need you to sign a few. They are safe.”
That gave her some relief.
“I haven’t even seen it.”
“We will take you as soon as we can.”
She was silent for a while, memories of her baby son entering her mind once more.
“And my son? Will you still keep looking?” She could hear a hint of hysteria in her voice threatening to betray her high anxiety.
Both men turned to look at her.
“Of course, we will. You know that. We won’t ever give up,” Alexandrov informed her with a frown, sounding disappointed she was doubting them. “Are you sure you are feeling all right? You look a little bit feverish.”
She made the mistake of looking out of the car window again feeling the dark of the outside confine her making her wonder what was out there. A car passed them, its bright headlights flashing against her eyes making her jump. It was the trigger to set off her first panic attack at being outside.
“Stop the car. Please stop the car. I can’t breathe,” the words were shouted from her mouth before she even realised they were escaping. Alexandrov was taking hold of her shoulders trying to reassure her but she just felt trapped.
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