Dalton had a small mask of a beast, while Garrett wore a wolf mask. Only covering the upper half of their faces, the masks revealed their sensual smiles and utterly kissable lips, leaving just a hint of mystery. She suddenly remembered the mask she also had on and wished she could’ve taken a picture of the three of them together, all dressed up with nowhere to go. She ran toward her men, and they met her halfway.
Garrett took her hand, raising it, and twirled her in a circle. He and Dalton eyed her up and down with hunger, something she could see even with their faces half covered.
Dalton held her chin in his hand as he pulled her mask off with the other and then caressed the backs of his warm knuckles against the sides of her face. “Sweetheart, your cheeks are flushed. Was it too cold? Or was it from running down the stairs?”
“I think it was from all the excitement.” Garrett bent down and kissed her, biting her bottom lip slightly as he pulled away.
Madeline’s heart pounded so hard she barely thought she could speak. She wanted so badly to jump into their arms, but she knew they had more in store. “I can’t believe you did all this for me. I just can’t believe it.”
“Well, believe it, Little Red,” Dalton pulled her hood back and kissed her hair. “It seemed like an eternity as we waited for you, and I am not a man who waits for anything.”
“Yes, it did take you long enough to get here, and now I’m positively starved for you.” Garrett grinned lasciviously, licked his lips, and growled. “I could eat you up from head to toe.”
Now, her patience truly tested, Madeline fought desperately to ignore the incessant clenching of her pussy, screaming at her to stop with the games and get on with it. “I got here as fast as I could.”
“Tsk, tsk.” Dalton wagged his finger at her before he ran it down the side of her jawline, holding her firmly in place as he stared intensely into her eyes. “Which is so just like innocent Little Red to run blindly into the arms of a beast and a big bad wolf.”
Madeline touched the velvet red cape that enshrouded her and remembered the connection, the game, the fairy tale. “Is that what’s going on here?” She reached her hands down, letting her fingers wrap around the bulging hard-ons she knew each man would be sporting. Rock hard and ready, just for her. “My, what big cocks you have.” The flicker she saw in each man’s eyes told her her patience would not be tested much longer.
This time a low growl emanated from Dalton. “The better to fuck you with, my dear.” He threw her into his brawny arms as if she weighed little more than a feather, carrying her out of the room as if he were suddenly not a beast but a knight and she was the damsel in distress. Except she was in no distress at all. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
* * * *
Dalton couldn’t take one more second of these games. Theatrics and fantasies were for Garrett, not him. He liked reality much better, thank you very much, and right then his woman stood before him, visibly quivering with desire. He couldn’t very well let his woman go wanting. Oh, hell no.
“But, Dalton, we have one more surprise,” Garrett called from behind. What a fool, Dalton thought. That could wait and, sure, he knew Madeline would probably love it, but what she’d love more right now was his cock buried in her pussy, or her ass.
“Where are you taking me?” Madeline asked, her voice breathy and thick with arousal.
“Our tree house. Now hold close to me when we go outside. It’ll be colder than a witch’s tit. You were supposed to have another costume change into something warmer, but fuck it. Garrett’s got too many ideas, and I think my one is much better right now, don’t you think?”
“Oh, yes.” Madeline moaned and clung closer to him even before they stepped outside into the snowy wilderness that surrounded his family’s Argentine vacation home.
When they got to the winding steps that went around the trunk up to the tree house, Dalton threw Madeline over his shoulder in a very Tarzan-like move, which seemed appropriate to him. He did feel like a beast, an animal, when he was around Madeline, unable to control his carnal needs.
A breeze blew her cape and nightgown over her back, revealing her tantalizing ass, and he felt her stiffen against him. “Sorry, sweetheart. But don’t worry. I’ll warm your ass up real good and soon.”
He climbed up to the porch and opened the door to the lavish octagonal tree house built more for adults than kids. When they were children, his parents had built it as a place to squirrel them away during their all-night parties. The walls had been made of glass so that anyone could keep an eye on them from below at a glance, but the angle actually made it very difficult to see. Now, it was still made as though for adults, he mused. With a small kitchen, complete insulation, and being nearly covered wall-to-wall with pillows and blankets, it had a hell of a view and was an ideal, quiet spot for fucking. The massive trunk of the tree jutted through the house’s center.
“Oh, my. This is your tree house? You Ellises sure grew up differently.” Madeline giggled as he set her down on the satin blankets and down-filled pillows and comforters.
“Yep,” Dalton said with a grunt as he struggled with getting his shoes and the rest of the tuxedo off. He probably would’ve tried to look a little sexier, peel his clothes off like a seasoned Chippendale, but at that moment he lost all finesse and artifice. The sound of his shirt ripping and his buttons popping off barely registered.
Clenching her thighs together, Madeline was suddenly wide-eyed. “I’ve never seen you like this before, Dalton, so passionate, so…”
“Wild? Hungry? Didn’t I say I was a beast?” Dalton bent down and spread her legs wide, revealing her sweet pussy barely covered by the silky material of her nightgown. “But don’t be afraid, ’cause you’re going to love being eaten alive.”
He planned to eat her cunt, but first, he wanted her completely at his mercy and begging for more. He wanted her so out of her mind with desire for them that she would not hesitate to relinquish herself completely to the pleasure he and Garrett would give her. He wanted to melt away every ounce of resistance she had, every minute possibility that she would shy away from their touches.
“Garrett, grab the rope,” Dalton ordered. “Let’s tie up our sweet girl.”
Garrett smiled a predatory grin and grabbed the rope from the toy chest of erotic goodies they had brought in the night before just for Madeline.
Madeline’s eyes grew wide as saucers, though Dalton saw an unmistakable glimmer of fascination and interest. Her gaze flew from him to Garrett to the rope and back, her auburn waves bouncing with each turn of her head. “Wh–why do you have to do that again? Is it really necessary? I’m not some kind of wild animal.”
“Well, you see, that’s exactly the problem. You are an animal, a sexual being with carnal needs that you won’t allow to be satisfied unless we make sure they are.” Dalton stalked toward her and gripped her by the wrists, feeling her pulse race as each second ticked by.
The glimmer in her eyes grew to a burn even as she shook her head a little. “But—”
“But what, Madeline?” Dalton taunted, circling his thumb over the soft skin of her wrist. “You didn’t like it when we tied you up?”
Her cheeks flushed. “I did! It’s just that…”
“Just what, Madeline?”
“The whole thing just felt so raw, so wild.” She flicked her eyes downward, and her lashes grazed her pink cheeks.
Dalton’s cock jumped in his pants. She was so beautiful to him with her hair wild and untamed, her skin so luminous and flushed. She was ready. He knew it, sensed it with everything inside him. He curled his finger under her chin and tipped her face up toward his. He looked down into her big, innocent, brown eyes and saw the erotic heat blazing inside them.
Before he realized it, Dalton leaned down and pressed his lips almost violently against hers. The taste of her, so sweet and warm, went straight to his head, making him lose control for a few wild, reckless moments.
He yanked himself away from her
before he gave in to his raw desire for her and took her right there. Pressing his forehead against hers, he breathed her in. “You have no idea what you do to me. To us. Will you let us pleasure you, Madeline?”
Her fingers crept up his naked chest. “Yes.”
Dalton groaned, and he heard Garrett do the same. “We’re going to tie you up and fuck you until you tell us to stop. You have one chance, Madeline. This one chance to tell us to back the hell off before we can’t anymore.”
“I-I want you. Both of you.”
Dalton gathered her soft body against his. “You’re going to be so damn glad you just said that.”
“He’s right, Madeline,” Garrett said, unrolling four pieces of nylon rope and tossing one to him. “This is for your own good.” He bent to pull two small floorboards away, revealing the hooks hidden underneath. He tied a clove hitch to each one and then went to the other strategically placed hooks on the walls so that it would be the exact right height to allow Madeline restrictive comfort. Just enough slack to writhe around, but not enough for her to wriggle out of her bindings.
Dalton gently placed her on heap of pillows and blankets on the ground, pinning her down between his legs. Taking her hands, he tied each wrist in a French bowline knot. He thought she would’ve struggled more, but instead she looked at what they did and seemed to study the way he and his brother tied the knots. Garrett spread her legs wide and secured them to the hooks. When they were finished, their beauty lay before them spread eagle, completely at their disposal. He walked to Garrett as he stood, marveling. By the glistening of her pussy, Dalton could tell she was excited and ready for them.
Dalton dove in, devouring her delicious cunt, relishing in the way it quivered and clenched around his tongue, the way her pussy juices filled his mouth like some magical, life-giving elixir.
“Oh, God,” Madeline moaned, sucking in gasping breaths with each lap of Dalton’s tongue.
He slipped his middle and index finger inside her cunt as he diverted his oral attention to her clit, swirling the little pearl with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Then he inserted his pinky, slick with her pussy juices, into her asshole and her orgasm was instantaneous.
Screams erupted from her as her entire body shook, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if the sound shattered the glass enclosing them. Her wrists and ankles strained at their bindings, but he knew the knot they used would prevent the rope from tightening up and cutting off her circulation and was also too secure for her to squirm her way out.
Dalton lifted his gaze to the silk material covering the glorious mounds of her pert breasts as they bounced above her ribs and saw that Garrett had taken his clothes off and hovered beside her open mouth.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re in this state, Madeline. Just beautiful.” Garrett’s cock bobbed in front of her lips, and Dalton couldn’t believe Garrett’s stamina or patience for prolonging the chase. With Madeline, Dalton was a broken man who could no more control his urges than he could control the beating of his heart. He marveled at the way he, the Dalton Ellis, could so easily crumble in such small and delicate hands.
Then Dalton realized, it wasn’t self-control that had his brother waiting, it was watching her that had him paralyzed. His younger brother was clearly so mesmerized by her, he looked as if he had forgotten his own cock, which he stroked absentmindedly when he could have easily pushed it between two pillowy soft lips and into a warm, waiting mouth that obviously hungered for him. Madeline blew them both away, and it was time the Ellis brothers finally possessed her now, claimed her so that she knew she was theirs and only theirs.
Garrett kissed her mouth, exploring her with his tongue. He pressed kisses all over her body, ripping her nightgown down the middle in order to press his lips between her breasts, soothing her as Dalton used his mouth to pump her full with erotic bliss.
He watched as his younger brother kissed his way over the curve of one of her breasts and took one of her beautiful nipples between his lips, teasing the swollen nub, grazing it gently with his teeth.
“Oh, God, this is incredible!” Madeline moaned and squealed as she bucked against the ropes, but she was helpless. She shuddered and screamed her release as Dalton twirled her little pearl around his tongue, as if tasting a bead of fine caviar, sweetened with her nectar. “Oh, God, I can’t take it, I need you, I need to feel you two, please.” Her hands fisted and unfurled, searching for contact they wouldn’t find.
Garrett straddled her, blocking her face completely from Dalton’s view, but he had a good idea of what was going on.
“Sweetheart, you want to suck on my cock? Feel me on your lips?”
“Yes, yes, please. I want you in my mouth.”
“How about just the tip? Is that enough?” Garrett let out a nearly carnal chuckle, and Dalton could just picture the cock at her lips and imagine it was his own resting there.
“No, I want more. I want you, I want all of you.” Madeline panted her words out, peppering her statement with screams and moans as Dalton continued fucking her with his fingers, his mouth, almost lost in the haze he always felt when he was near her, as if time stood still just for them. He wondered if he was beginning to believe in all this fairy tale bullshit. He shook his thoughts away. A feeling of need crept upon him, a need to have her, possess her, invade her…love her. And rather than let it get out of control, he decided it was time to set their woman free.
He stood and saw Garrett pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. The look of sensual pain twisting his brother’s face told him he wouldn’t last much longer if he stayed in her mouth.
“That’s enough of that, Garrett. You’re gonna come before you’re ready, and I know you want to come inside her.”
Garrett nodded and, with obvious reluctance, pulled himself away. He groaned when he extricated the head of his cock from between her lips, as if already missing the warm heat of her mouth.
“Wait, where are you going?” Madeline almost whimpered as she spoke in the most adorable way.
“We’re staying right here, sweetheart.” Garrett untied her hands.
When she was released, Dalton picked her up by her perfectly rounded hips and turned her so her precious ass pressed against his cock. He knew he manhandled her now, perhaps too roughly, but she made not a peep of resistance.
“Garrett, get ready to fuck our woman’s magnificent cunt while I fuck her beautiful ass.” Dalton lifted her to give Garrett room to lie beneath her.
When Garrett lay on his back, his cock jutting decisively in the air, Madeline plunged herself on him to the hilt and threw her head back, arching her delectable tits in the air. The way she rocked herself on him and bounced up and down told him he had nothing to worry about. She could take anything they could dish out and probably then some.
“Holy shit,” Garrett said between gritted teeth as his fingers dug into her sides. “Sweetheart, your pussy is a goddamn revelation.”
Dalton lowered himself to his knees behind her, and as he held her breasts, they overfilled his hands. He could feel her nipples pebbling against his palm, sending a sensation that went straight to his cock, telling it the time had come to feast on their prize. He pulled one hand away from her chest and grabbed the bottle of lubricant they had set aside earlier when Garrett concocted their entire plan.
Squirting it against the seam of her ass, Dalton worked the fluid around and into her asshole. Just the way it felt clenching around his fingers had him ready to blow, but that wouldn’t do. He quickly rubbed more of the lube on his cock, making sure its mushroom tip was thoroughly coated. The plug they had used on her had been nowhere near the size of his dick, but he knew Madeline could handle it. She was made as if for them and them as if for her. They would fit together like three pieces of a puzzle.
He spread her cheeks and pushed the tip of his cock against her waiting hole. Madeline sucked in a breath and turned her head, revealing her adorable face, flushed with arousal and coated in a d
ewy mist of sweat. She bit her bottom lip, her flesh pillowing up against her teeth.
“You ready to be ours, sweetheart? You ready for my cock in your ass?”
Madeline nodded before she finally screamed “yes” and “please” and “now” over and over again.
Dalton pushed his cock into her virgin hole, and a rush of emotion enveloped his body, a feeling that told him she was the one, a feeling that forced all his fears aside, allowing him to just be with and love this woman no matter the consequences. He entered her another inch until his cock head was completely past the tight ring of muscle. The constricting sensation of her passage squeezing around his cock was so tight he thought he might even stop breathing, but he pressed on. He fed her ass another inch and then another, slowly at first but then faster as she easily took him in.
Madeline had completely stopped moving now, as if surrendering herself to the rhythm that Dalton and Garrett set for her, as though implicitly trusting that they would do what was best for her. She, too, could finally let go.
* * * *
Garrett shuddered as the smooth walls of Madeline’s cunt rhythmically squeezed his cock. Just before she reached her climax, the rhythm was so steady it could have been set by a metronome, until, reaching its apex, it went out of control, blind spasms rippling around him. It felt so good to be inside her and gave him a feeling no other woman had even come close to giving him. No one could or ever would measure up to the wonder that was Madeline Spencer. If, God forbid, she ever left him, he was certainly done for and would surely have to resign himself to a life of celibacy, for what would be the point? He knew that from here on out, sex without Madeline would be worse than no sex at all. And this, coming from Garrett Ellis. No one, not even Dalton perhaps, would believe how powerfully this innocent morsel of a woman had him wrapped around her little finger.
The rapid frenzy around his cock whipped him out of his thoughts and brought him back to the voluptuous vixen riding him as if he were a stallion. He certainly felt like one when he was with Madeline. She seemed to bring out the best in him, and he realized perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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