Ryker slammed his cock deep in her pussy and pinched her clit. Coulton bit her nipple so hard, she thought he drew blood. It was enough, she shattered around him, her orgasm driving her higher, and Ryker continued to pump into her as Coulton sucked on her breast.
Then Coulton rolled out from underneath her, the men changed places on the bed, the butt plug was removed, and a cock slammed into her ass burning all the way down, a hot, driving pain, more powerful than the ache in her breast. Coulton’s fingers on her hips were like iron bands, his cock jack-hammering into her ass filling her with fire on every stroke. But it was good. It was a good burn. Her nerve endings were screaming, but it was with joy at being in use again after so long with no one touching her there.
Ryker was in front of her now, holding her head, pressing his lips to hers. Surprised she opened her mouth and his tongue thrust inside. His hands on her jaw moved her face this way and that, just as he’d done with her hair earlier. Now his tongue was fucking her mouth just as his cock had done. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing as the myriad sensations rolled over her. Coulton in her ass, bringing her ever closer to yet another orgasm. Ryker in her mouth, awakening all her senses there. She hadn’t been kissed so thoroughly in years. If ever.
When he moved away from her so they could breathe, her eyes were so heavy lidded with lust she could hardly open them.
Coulton’s fingers were in her cunt now, moving in time with his cock in her ass. Again. She was going to come again. It was impossible. She’d never come so many times in such close succession before.
Coulton’s fingers were insistent, driving into her cunt. Her juices were coating his hand. His cock was powering into her ass and all those nerve endings were rejoicing, too. Then Ryker kissed her again. So deep, yet so gentle. So possessive, yet so very right. Her climax burst over her, shattering her control. Her arms and knees couldn’t hold her body anymore. She went totally limp, unable to do anything while it powered through her, shaking her until she was sure the men would hear her bones rattling.
“Do you understand now, little sub? You need us both. Only two Doms can give you the total pleasure your body craves.”
Coulton’s voice was deep, hypnotic. Kenzie knew there was a flaw in his logic but she couldn’t think about it now. Her brains were fried and her body was without strength. She’d answer him later. Later.
* * * *
Kenzie had fallen asleep instantly, before he’d even made the bed around her or cleansed her ass. Ryker hadn’t been far behind her and was now snoring gently, his arm possessively across Kenzie’s upper body. Coulton remained awake. Scenes one and two had gone amazingly well. She’d been very receptive indeed and her body was built for two men the way she could orgasm so often and so easily. Her mind, though, might be more of a challenge. He could sense her reserve, her resistance to the plan he and Ryker had so carefully crafted. Well, they’d just have to keep up the pressure until her walls crumbled and they’d conquered her with love.
He’d been shocked when she wanted to be bitten. He loved to bite when he climaxed. He loved the taste of his sub’s blood on his tongue. But many women hated such rough play. To have a woman ask him to bite her was beyond his wildest imaginings. It only made him all the more determined to bind her to them both with cords of love. In the meantime, he’d use ropes, chains, and handcuffs!
He ran a finger gently over the line of her jaw. She was so lovely, so perfectly beautiful. He’d let them both nap for an hour or so, but no longer. The plan was to have him and Ryker fuck her together and they couldn’t delay too long or they’d have to open up her ass again. It was Ryker’s turn to go there, and his turn to have her cunt. Then tomorrow morning, Ryker could suck Kenzie off while she sucked him. He couldn’t wait to feel her mouth on his cock. Besides, she might be tired and a little sore by then, so it would be a good finale. He and Ryker had put a lot of effort into planning this night and he really wanted it to go well. He wanted her to crave them, to miss them both, and to need them again.
Coulton dropped his mouth to her breast. There was a faint mark where he’d bitten her, but it would fade easily. He licked her nipple. She tasted wonderful. All woman with still the faintest hint of that lavender scent she’d had in the hot tub. She whimpered a little and he was about to stop but she was pushing her chest up at his mouth in a manner he was coming to realize was very much her. That was good to know. Her breasts must be one of her touch points. He could deal with that.
Coulton settled down beside her, licking her nipple, then flicking his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth nice and deep. When a round patch of her skin was wet he blew on it lightly then held her nipple between his teeth stretching it gently.
She moved again, turning slightly toward him. He cupped her breast in his hand and began teasing her nipple in earnest now, deliberately working it to arouse her. He rested on one elbow and pushed the other hand down her body, sliding a finger deep into her cunt. Gods, she was wet. So wet, already. Her breasts must really be sensitive. He sucked at her breast again now, working his fingers in her cunt. Soon she was thrusting her hips up onto his hand and Ryker was awake and smiling on her other side, teasing her other breast and kissing her mouth.
“I reckon it’s time for the big scene now,” said Ryker a little breathlessly.
“My opinion exactly.” Coulton laid flat on his back and pulled Kenzie over his body. She sat up straight, pushing her tangled hair back off her face before sliding down on his cock, gasping as he filled and stretched her.
Ryker moved behind her and she leaned forward, holding one breast teasingly above his mouth.
“I get both of them now while Ryker gets your ass,” he said, watching her carefully.
“Bite them when I come,” she asked.
“My pleasure. What if I bite one now?”
She nodded.
He held a breast in each hand, pushing then together and dragging his face over them, knowing his five o’ clock shadow would rasp against her tender skin. Since her breasts were so sensitive, would that arouse her? She seemed to like a bite of pain to her pleasure. She shivered happily so he guessed she was okay with the plan, but anyway he wanted to suck her nipples. They were delicious, and he loved the way it made her wiggle under him. Her wiggling on his cock was very good indeed.
When Ryker was ready they gripped her tightly between them and began to move together, both withdrawing, then both slamming into her again. She made no attempt to try to force the action, but her fingernails dug into his shoulder so he knew she wouldn’t be the only one with a bruise later today. He didn’t care, he loved this, loved the way she was responding, loved the way her hot juices were coating his dick, loved the way her breast hovered just above his mouth.
He and Ryker moved faster and faster, until his leg muscles were aching from the intensity of forcing himself up into her. He watched her face closely and knew when she was about to come.
“Now,” he said, leaning forward, sucking a breast into his mouth and biting down on the soft flesh. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly as her cunt flooded with juices. Her body shook between them and he forced her hips down on his cock as his seed spurted into her. Ryker pressed hard against her back and Coulton knew the other Dom had come too.
This time he didn’t let her go back to sleep. He ordered her into the shower and stood back until she and Ryker were washed, before taking a turn himself.
He wrapped her in another towel and they went out into the kitchen area for a cup of coffee.
He watched with silent pride as she visibly drew herself together instead of yawning.
Ryker said, “Are you agreed we will be your Doms?”
“Tonight has been wonderful. I can’t recall ever having so many orgasms in one night.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Ryker’s voice was harsh. Coulton was willing to bet it was with nerves though, not anger. He knew Ryker wanted her to agree to this arrangement just as much as he did.
“Nonsense. It’s exactly what a relationship is built on. A relationship is one day, one night, at a time,” said Coulton.
Kenzie shook her head.
“Do you promise to stay with us tonight or do I need to handcuff you to the bed?” asked Coulton.
She grinned. “I’m too tired to walk home and I’m not walking through the community wearing nothing but a towel anyway. I’ll stay until nine a.m., no later.”
Coulton nodded. It was a start. He and Ryker would just have to convince her to do it again. And again. And again.
* * * *
“I’m thinking we need to put a hold on the plans for more oral sex, and move forward our plans to convince Kenzie she’s ours,” said Ryker very softly. He was certain she was asleep again, but didn’t want her to wake up until he and Coulton had defined their next move. Or next several options for a move since she was proving harder to convince than he’d expected.
“I agree. More chains do you think?” said Coulton.
“Chained to the bedpost?” Ryker hadn’t thought of that, but the idea definitely appealed. At least that way she’d still be here when he got home from work.
“And naked. She seems to have an aversion to running around outside naked.”
“Fuck. I’ll be at work all day and won’t get to truly appreciate that part of the program,” groaned Ryker.
Coulton looked him in the eye. “You have my promise that I won’t touch her without you being here as well.”
Ryker was honored. He nodded. “Thank you. I truly appreciate you making a sacrifice like that.”
“It’s only fair. Now, chained to the bedpost, naked. What else?”
“She seems to be very responsive to breast stimulation. How about we buy her some nipple clips and make her wear them all day?”
Coulton grinned. “Do you trust me to choose them or should we go together? In your lunch break perhaps?”
“I’m sure you’ll pick out something nice for her. I’d rather she not be left alone all day though. Will you be able to check up on her from time to time?”
“Oh, yes. There are some chores I need to do. And now I need to visit the adult store in the main square, but I’ll be sure to visit with her every few hours.”
“I only get a half hour break in the middle of the day. It’s not really enough time to get here and back again. I think I’ll work through lunch so I can finish half an hour earlier instead,” said Ryker. For the first time in years he wished he didn’t have to go to work, and could stay home with Kenzie and Coulton. But Coulton said he had work to do anyway. Besides, likely it was better to leave her alone to think through everything. “We’ll need to give her some good reasons to want to stay with us though.”
“Other than more orgasms you mean? I’m not sure what they may be, apart from the fact we want her and will care for her.”
“We’ll think of some way to convince her. We’re Doms, and we can’t let a sub take charge,” said Ryker forcefully. But inside he wished he could think of how he’d do it. Right now his mind was a total blank.
* * * *
Twice Kenzie almost woke up, but she was just too tired and let herself relax back into sleep again. Coulton and Ryker had truly fucked her brains out. She couldn’t think at all. She vaguely recalled promising to stay with them until nine o’clock. She was sure to wake before then anyway.
When she finally woke she was conscious of a general feeling of stiffness and she grinned. That’s what happens when a woman has endless orgasms all night after not being with a Dom for a few years. She opened her eyes and the bedroom was quite light, but no men were there. Likely they’d both left for work already. Kenzie focused her mind and thought. She’d need to check the calendar in her phone, but she was almost certain she hadn’t promised to do anything special today.
Oh, shit! She was at Coulton’s cottage a mile or more from the center of the community and her clothing was back in the hot tub room. Her phone was in her apartment. It’d be too bad if someone had been trying to call her.
“Well I’m not walking around in daylight in nothing but a towel. I’ll borrow some of Coulton’s clothes.” With that decision made, she rolled over to get out of bed. Her left foot felt funny, but she figured it was because of the way she’d been sleeping. Likely she’d had it twisted or something. She’d just bet her hair was a disaster, too. Anyway, a shower would help ease her minor aches and pains, and a thorough wash with shampoo and conditioner would sort out her hair.
Kenzie threw off the blankets and slid to the floor to walk toward the bathroom. A strange dragging feeling at her left ankle had her looking down. She hadn’t sprained it with all the fun and games last night, had she?
“What the fuck?” A fluffy pink handcuff was clipped around her ankle and leading from it was a chain. Kenzie followed the chain out into the living area. The chain was padlocked to the metal leg of a chair at the kitchen counter. A chair that was bolted to the floor. “Those fucking Doms!”
Kenzie knew if she tugged hard on the chain the only thing that would happen was she really would sprain her ankle. “This chain had better be long enough for me to have a shower,” she said to the empty room.
Kenzie stomped back to the bathroom and found yes, she could shower. She could even open the front door of the cottage and stand on the stoop, but that was far as she could go. It wasn’t until she went to Coulton’s closet to borrow some clothes that she found he’d attached padlocks to the doors. A quick look at his chest of drawers found them empty and a suitcase sitting on top of the closet. She supposed she could drag the table from the other room into here and climb up and check inside the suitcase, but she didn’t care that much. She pulled a blanket off the bed, and went back into the bathroom. There she took a pair of scissors from the First Aid box and chopped a hole in the center of the blanket then popped it over her head. Not precisely beautiful, but close enough to being a poncho, and it’d keep her cozy and warm.
“Until one of them gets home and takes it away from me,” she guessed. Oh, well, too bad. Now she was “dressed,” it was time to tackle her hair and have some breakfast. Back she marched to the kitchen, finding bread and the toaster, then butter and honey to put on the bread. She located a glass and some pomegranate juice which she mixed with water as it was too sweet for her tastes, and had her meal. When she looked at the clock she was surprised to find it was after eleven. I guess that was lunch then. She pushed her empty plate and glass away and went to work on her tangled curls with the hair brush. It took her a while, but finally she was happy with her hair and wove it into a neat braid.
“Now what do I do for the rest of the day?”
Kenzie wandered back out to the living room and looked around, becoming used to ensuring she didn’t tangle and loop the chain attached to her left foot as she moved around. There was no bookshelf, so no books to read. There was no TV and no sound system either. “What does Coulton do in the evenings then? Or does he only come here to sleep? No, I know he’s not always over at New Thimphu. I’ve been in the square talking to people when he wasn’t there plenty of times.” She walked to each of the few windows in turn and looked outside, but couldn’t see a workshop or barn where he might have his hobbies, not that she could go there because of the chain on her foot anyway. But if there was no barn or workshop, there had to be something here that he did to entertain himself.
Much more slowly this time, she moved around the room looking at the walls, the ceiling, and the floor. Finally she pounced. The front wall was about eighteen inches farther into the room in the corner than it was at the door. Now she started in the corner and looked at the wooden wall critically. Once she knew it was there, it was easy to see the panel that pushed out to become a desk built into
the wall. Then she went back to the table and got a chair which she carried over to the desk. It unfolded to display a computer, and a row of bookshelves crammed with paperback novels. “If this thing is password protected, I’ll read a book,” she said.
She’d checked her emails, played an online jigsaw game, and was busy reading a newspaper online when the front door opened. Coulton just stared at her. “You have been busy, haven’t you?” he asked. It was definitely a rhetorical question.
She just grinned at him. “What, you didn’t expect me to rise to your challenges?”
“I didn’t expect you to destroy an expensive blanket.”
She felt a pang of guilt but then answered, “Well you should have brought me some of my clothing, or at least not hidden your own clothes.”
He held up a paper sack. “I brought us some lunch.”
She was about to say she’d only just had breakfast, but then thought she shouldn’t be so grumpy. He had a right to complain about her cutting a hole in his blanket, and he had brought her food. So she followed him out to the kitchen area and watched as he popped a couple of containers into the microwave oven, then got them out a bowl each.
“I like you hair like that. But I like it when you leave it out as well.”
“Thank you. It’s a bit of a challenge at times. It gets so unruly. What have you been doing this morning?” Apart from chaining me inside the house?
The uneasiness was gone, and they talked freely throughout the simple meal. She almost felt as if he’d just invited her around for lunch, and they were friends talking. It was hard to realize the intense sex they’d shared the night before, and that now she was still kidnapped and held captive in his house. Until he said, “Ryker was planning to get off work a half hour early tonight. When he does, we’ll talk about what happens next.”
Yeah. What would happen next? Realistically they couldn’t keep her here long. But could she trust them? Was she willing to agree to a three-month trial relationship? The sex was truly awesome, but nothing changed the fact that there were two Doms and one sub. Such an arrangement could never work. Never.
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