“Come on, Drake. Let's go get our girl.”
Chapter Twenty Four
She heard the door close with a muffled thud, and those voices, those sounds that haunted her dreams. Shivering, she lay her head down on her arms as she knelt at the end of the bed. Waiting for what she hoped they'd know she needed.
With any luck she'd cried her last tears over Terry. It was finally over, that part of her that she could turn her back upon once and for all. Then it all seemed to fall into place. This was the coda on the old Ashley, a woman she no longer recognized, couldn't understand. With the end of that part of her life, there was only them. The twin pillars of her new life, her new identity — and her new joy. Her life held promise, for the first time in a long while, and though she still had no real idea how she'd make it work, this tangled, complicated relationship, she knew down to the depths of her very soul that she wanted it happen. Wanted them — both of them — and would follow wherever they'd lead.
Now, she wanted, needed her men. Readying herself for them, she'd taken off all her clothes, dazed, not knowing what to do. Should she run? Hide? Curl up and sob? Falling to her knees, she knelt against Parker's bed, laying her head on her arms. It was one of the places that gave her peace now. Kneeling at her Sir's bed. Hoping he'd come in and make this whole wretched afternoon go away, she'd stayed in place. And all she hoped was that they would follow their hearts, allow their lust to guide them — and take what was theirs.
The door to the bedroom opened, their footfalls heavy, vibrating through the floor. Her naked skin felt the air pressure change as they drew near, the rasp of their breath just barely audible. She hoped they were pleased, wished they'd take her again to wherever the dance of their three hearts would lead.
The mattress dipped as someone sat to her left, and she gasped as a warm hand stroked the skin of her upper back, the tips of her hair tickling her as the hands moved it aside.
“Ashley, look at me,” Parker's voice murmured.
She turned her head to gaze upon him, her heart skipping a beat at the concern she saw on his face.
“I have to know if you're okay. I have to know if we need to take care of it.” He snapped a glance upward, out of her field of view. “I just can’t live with letting you be hurt again.”
The shake of her head felt almost childlike, her breath whispering over the fine hairs of her forearm. “We won't see him again, Parker. But it doesn't matter.”
“It does matter, Ash. Your safety is all that matters to me, to Drake. It's everything to us.”
Her tough, demanding Sir, worried for her. It was a side she'd never seen in him before, and though she still reveled in the cruel Dom that he was, she loved this aspect of him too. It humanized him, and made him seem like (a tiny bit) less of a superhuman
“I know,” she said, smiling at him. “He won't be back.” She lifted her head. “I don't want to talk about him. Can we just … ?”
A big hand, obviously Drake's, submerged into her hair, massaging her scalp for just a moment, then tightening, bringing her head slowly up once more. “If you think he comes back, we have to know. Because if he does, he won't be leaving again.”
“He won't, Drake.”
“Something doesn’t make sense, Ashley. I pictured a selfish, malevolent prick. What I saw out there … he looked like a broken man.”
Her head turned, her eyes finding his. “Something’s changed about him. Everything’s changed.” She inhaled, shuddering. “He’s … not the same man.”
Drake’s hand stroked her back. “But what did he say to you? What could he say?”
Her gaze turned to Drake. “He said … sorry. How sorry he was for hurting me. He said he’d met someone, someone who’d helped him see the wrong he’s done.” She slapped the mattress. “It would’ve been easier for me to hate him. Now? I pity him. He’s got to live with what he’s done, knowing it can’t ever be taken back. That knowledge is worse than any words I could say”
“Ashley, who did—”
“Please, I don't want to think about him anymore.”
“Then we won't.” Parker leaned in to run his lips across her cheek. She nuzzled into him then, but he pulled away, shaking his head slowly. “You stay exactly as you are, Ashley. Don't move.”
Her breath quickened at the gravelly tone that snuck into his voice.
Lust.
“What do you think, Drake?” Parker stood, and Ashley closed her eyes, letting herself go limp, Drake's hand still holding her head up with a handful of her hair. “Are you finally ready to claim her?”
Drake lowered her head back to her arms, then planted that hand firmly to the center of her upper back. She gasped as he pressed her to the mattress, the power of his strength making her dizzy. “She's ready now. Even if she isn't, I am. Seeing him … with her.” Drake growled. “It was wrong — all of it. She's ours.”
“Goddamn right she is. Haul her up. It's time for a refresher for our little Ashley.”
Yes. Oh God, finally!
Drake's implacable grip dove into her hair once more and he pulled her up to her feet. He stood behind her a moment, his hand loosening and toying with the locks of her hair. “Always loved this hair,” he murmured. His presence behind her both comforted and unsettled her, his raw male power turned up full blast as she stood naked before both of her fully-clothed men.
Parker sat on the bed in front of her, Drake joining him with a pat of his huge hand to her ass.
“Feet together, hands at your side,” Parker snapped. “Look straight ahead.”
“Shoulders back, Ashley.” Drake’s smile curved his lips, the white teeth so bright against his darker complexion.
Complying, she felt the first of what she was sure were many blushes to come.
“I love it when she does that.” Drake leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eye level with her breasts as he peered up at her. “So embarrassed. And why? She's so beautiful — but it doesn't seem to matter.”
“I like it that way,” Parker said, his gaze searing her. “I never want to lose that. She knows this body is ours, but it still embarrasses her to display it. Someday we'll train her out of that, but for now, I rather enjoy it.”
Drake's smile widened.
“For the past few weeks we've gone easy on you, girl. You realize that, don't you?”
God, have they. Please let that be over with. Please, please, plea—
“I'm talking to you,” Parker said. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
How she adored the feel of that word on her lips. Had there ever been a time she'd resisted saying it, felt it to humiliating, even wrong? Perhaps there had been, but now it felt like coming back to an old friend. This was right. Being subject to him, to them both, was right.
“So, maybe you think that's how things will go from now on then, yes?” Parker's eyes narrowed as she met his gaze. “Well, you're wrong, girl.”
“Eyes forward,” Drake said, still smiling. “She's defiant still though. Plenty for us to address I think.”
“There doesn't need to be a reason, Drake. Not with her.” Parker crossed his legs, resting his hands across his leg. “She's here to obey, and that means when one of us wants to punish her then that's what we'll do. That's it. No reason needed.”
“Poor girl.” Drake’s gaze roamed over her body. “God damn those tits of hers, Parker. Look at those nipples.”
She sucked in a breath as Drake reached out to touch them, pinching both into aching hardness.
“The days of us letting you off are over, girl,” Parker said. “So it's time for you to learn how things are really going to go from now on.”
Oh God, oh God.
“You're going to get on your knees and you're going to suck Drake's cock. You've neglected it since that night in the shower.”
“But that wasn't my—”
“Quiet, girl. I don't want to hear it from you.” He pointed at Drake's lap. “Get down on your knees and get to it.”
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br /> Drake's eyes met hers, his expression suddenly hard. “Now, Ashley.”
He'd already undone the belt and opened his jeans by the time she sank to her knees.
“Take it out, and suck him, girl.” Parker’s eyes glittered.
Finally! During the time following the accident this was increasingly what she found herself daydreaming about. Being subject to these men, being made to pleasure them. While they’d tip-toed around her, looking to her every need, the base woman in her, the inner slut, wanted them to be barking orders, punishing her, fucking her senseless — generally treating her like the whore her innermost thoughts made her feel like.
Well, it seemed she was about to get her wishes fulfilled.
She reached into the open fly of Drake’s jeans, and pulled out his cock. It was big, as she’d no doubt it would be — everything else was big on the mountain of a man — but what shocked her was the girth of the flesh she held in her hand. Perhaps not quite as long as Parker’s, it was undoubtedly thicker, and as she darted forward to take the broad, dusky head within her lips, her mind flashed to what Parker had told her that day as she hung helpless in his shower.
Asses. Drake loved asses.
No way is that going to fit there. Nope.
Of course, her inner mischievous side saw it as a challenge, and as she began sucking the powerful man’s cock, she could think of nothing else. She closed her eyes, her cheeks firing anew at the slurping sound her lips made around his hot, salty flesh, his intoxicating male smell all around her.
“Further, Ashley.” Drake’s deep voice tightened, the massive muscles of his thighs clenching below her forearms. Drake’s hands gathered up the long mass of her hair, and he held it clenched in one hand, almost like a pommel, directing her head lower, growling at her to take him deeper.
Vaguely aware of movement next to her then behind her, her body jerked in surprise at the hard, heavy cock laid along her hip as Parker crouched behind her.
“Obey him, girl. Show him how you want to take care of him,” Parker said from behind her, his hands gathering her arms and pulling them behind her back. “You’re going to be doing a lot of this now that we have you under our roof, so you’d better get used to it.”
Yes! Yes!
What she’d missed since the accident. There was no thinking here. Nothing complicated, no ambiguousness, no fear, no doubt. There was only surrender, only obedience. Only them.
Parker held her arms in one hand at the small of her back, the length of his cock leaving a trail of moisture as it lolled across her skin, his arm reaching around to bounce the weight of her pendent breasts in his palm. He slapped them back and forth as Drake forced her further down upon the thick length of his cock.
She tensed at the feel of him at the back of her throat.
“Just keep going,” Drake said. “Relax your throat. You’ll learn this.”
His hands held her down as she gagged around him, not letting her up until it subsided, his other hand stroking the smooth column of her throat, his murmurs helping calm her panicked writhing. “Shh, you can do it. Deeper now, extend your tongue now. Good.”
For a few moments, there was only the sounds of her mouth and throat working the length of Drake’s cock, her labored breathing, the pleased murmurs of the men, and the slap of Parker’s palm as it leisurely slapped her swinging breasts. Then she felt Drake’s cock swell even further, and his legs tense into steel columns. The roots of her hair protested as her head was yanked back, her eyes looking up to meet Drake’s. He stared down at her with a fiery intensity as he placed the turgid, wet cock against her lips. “Open. Wide.”
Complying, he laid the heavy head of his cock on her tongue, and she felt the pulses of his semen as they traveled up the shaft. With a groan, his head thrown back, Drake came, hot, sticky globules of semen spraying over her tongue, one spurt laying hot wetness across her blushing cheek.
“Swallow it, girl,” Parker whispered into her ear, taking her earlobe between his teeth to nip. “All of it. You never waste any of our come. Not a drop.”
With a lick of her lips she complied, Drake’s finger collecting the line of semen cooling on her cheek, and presenting it to her lips to be licked off. His smile as she did it made her heart soar, even as she blushed crimson.
She sat back on her heels enjoying the heart stopping sight of both men fully undressing, Parker’s corded shoulders, and striated, lean, defined musculature contrasted with Drake’s massive slabs of muscle, huge arms, and tree trunk thighs that bespoke immeasurable power. Her mouth went dry, her cunt dripped as she took in the magnificent twin display of male beauty before her.
Ashley lost track of time then as, for the next many minutes, she was treated as little more than a plaything by the men, passing her back and forth between them. Parker began by bending her tight over his lap, his cock throbbing against her, and spanking her ass until she squirmed, her cries just making him spank her harder.
“Let me try.” Drake draped her over his hard thighs, his big hand pinning her down with laughable ease, the huge palm rapidly setting fire to her burning bottom. When Drake had her bottom good and hot, the tears already tracking down Ashley’s cheeks, Parker had held her upright on his lap, her back to him, his legs forcing hers wide apart while Drake knelt down, his thick fingers spreading her pussy wide, stretching her. His knowing touch stroked up, along the top of her vagina, curling in just the right way, his thumb circling over her erect clit, standing up red and glistening. She’d cried out, her abdominals clenching over and over as his fingers kept stroking that spot deep within her, not stopping until she’d spurted forth the physical proof of her surrender to those men. As Parker exclaimed his praise of her, how much of a good girl she was, the men switched places, and exhausted, Ashley was worked up all over again until she screamed out her climax once more under those relentless fingers, and growling, demanding male voices.
Ashley came back to Earth, curled up on the bed between the two men, her upper torso angled over Parker’s legs, her own feet tangled with Drake’s. His hand stroked the curve of her hip possessively, moving down to squeeze the vulnerable, hot flesh of her well-spanked buttocks. She could feel the wet length of Parker’s cock stirring beneath her as he stroked his fingers through her damp hair. “This is just the beginning, Ashley. Drake and I … we have plans for you.”
“Many plans,” Drake’s deep voice rumbled behind her. “You need to be ready for it.”
“I’m ready,” she said, a shudder running through her body. Though she wasn’t sure if she were quite ready for this much, she was damned sure she was going to try. A dream she didn’t even know she’d had was coming true before her eyes. She was living it. How this could have come to pass, just when it seemed like life had passed her by, stunned her. That happiness really could be found, no matter how late it seemed, no matter how unlikely the circumstances. When it came to matters of the heart, all things were possible.
She and her two incredible gifts laying beside her were living proof of that.
“I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.” Parker moved out from under her, and took her hand. She followed him off the bed, with Drake following closely behind. Parker brought her over to the big, soft chair, washed in light — the chair she’d wondered about the first time she’d laid eyes on the room.
As Parker sat back on it, the long shaft of his cock jutting up from his groin, she wondered no more.
“Parker, I don’t know if I can. It’s sensitive.”
“Too bad for you, girl. I’m fucking this cunt. It’s mine. Get down here”
Drake’s hands squeezed her shoulders, holding her fast as she straddled Parker’s legs, and guided her down, Parker’s hands holding her hips in proprietary grip. She let out a labored breath as his cock eased up, up, deep inside until she was seated fully down upon him, the head firmly lodged against her cervix. As he jostled her, ensuring she was fully staked upon his cock, she winced at the pleasure/pain
of the head rubbing against the mouth of her womb.
“I cannot believe the ass on this girl,” Drake said from behind her, slapping it a few times, his fingers stroking, pinching the soft, vulnerable flesh. “Can’t wait to see what it looks like once we getting her eating the way she needs to. These wide hips of hers all filled out. Fuck.”
She looked back at Drake, trying to meet his eyes, but he grasped the top of her head, turning it back toward Parker. “Eyes forward, Ashley. Be good, now.”
Parker pulled her forward, the weight of her breasts swinging over him, her arms braced onto the arms of the chair, her long hair hanging down all around her. He moved her hair aside, and surged upward, taking her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers. She returned the unexpected kiss, twisting her hips, working his cock as their tongues entwined.
Right, this was so right. All of it. How? How could she deserve this? Deserve them?
“Mine, Ashley. You’re mine,” Parker breathed between savage kisses, and nips of her lips. “You’re never getting away. You’ll always be mine now. Nothing can change it, nothing can take you away from me. Away from us.”
“Yes, oh Christ, Parker! Yes! Make me yours! Both of you! I need … “
“Reach back, Ashley. Spread them.” Parker pulled back, his gaze locking with hers, the hardness back in their glittering depths. “Show him what’s his. Show him that you want him to take you there.”
“Parker, I don’t know if—”
“Be good. Tell him you want him there. His rightful place.” Parker twisted his fist in her hair, pulling her head back with a jerk. “Show him what’s rightfully his.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her fingers trembled as she grasped a buttock in each palm, easing them apart. She closed her eyes, mortified, knowing what it must look like. A wanton slut exposing her asshole to a man. Shameless.
Whore. Slut.
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