by Lucia Jordan
“Alec…,” she panted. She felt tossed side to side in an ocean of lust, her body reduced to a vessel of pure need. Alec’s lips latched to her neck, nibbling enticingly while he knelt over her, positioning her legs on either side of his thighs. The burgeoning tip of his cock nudged at her entrance, the pampered tissues quivering with excitement.
“Well?” rasped Alec, lips against her ear. “Tell me just how much you need my cock inside you. Beg me to fuck your pussy so hard you’ll forget to stop cumming.”
Oh fuck, moaned Rebecca silently as her mind whirled in a deeper blackout than even the blindfold provided.
Somehow, she had become one with the darkness; it became as familiar to her as light itself. The contrast of her soft, quivering body against Alec’s harder, tougher form was a delicious thrill. Alec’s teeth nipped at the delicate flesh just beneath her jawline, and she shuddered. He was all rough maleness, whereas she’d become a warm puddle of delighted goo.
Somehow, the fact she couldn’t see him gave her the boldness she needed to say the required words out loud. Not that she could have kept silent; too much in need to deny herself what she so heartily craved.
“Yes, Alec. Please fuck me,” she breathed, grinding her sex against his thick, ready shaft. “Please please please. I need your big fat cock deep inside me.”
In the way he groaned; in the slight sway of her breasts as he thrust; in the sexy wriggle of her hips as she met him half way…in the rising excitement at their mutual pleasure, thus was her initiation into submission completed. Yet, even as she surrendered, she discovered that his desire gave her control.
Her shaky, newly freed legs twined around his waist; she prodded her heels into the perfect globes of his firm ass, her every motion provocative. Beneath his passion, she felt sensual and sexy without the need to be perfect. Here, now, perfection didn’t count.
The way her hips followed the rhythm of his thrusts; the way her vaginal walls clung to his shaft in a velveteen suction that made her seem made for him and vice versa…that was all that mattered.
Alec placed a kiss in the hollow of her throat, branding her pussy with strokes long and slow. But soon, as her moans thickened, she felt him drive in more purposefully. He built up an almost brutal pace that had his tip pounding against the neck of her womb. Each time he bottomed out inside her willing body, it had her gasping in pleasure-pain till she couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.
“N-nooo!” Rebecca stuttered in shock as she felt Alec suddenly push himself away. Instantly, her needy cunt felt deprived and empty. So quickly, she’d become dependent on the sensation of her walls wrapped around that gloriously meaty shaft. She let out an agitated whimper, head darting from side to side as she listened for any kind of movement. Had they left her on her own like this? A sudden panic hit her and she whimpered on a soft sob.
“It’s okay, beautiful. We’re not going anywhere,” Alec said gently, as he seemed to arch over her before giving her a soft kiss. Then to her surprise, two pairs of hands took hold of her waist and legs and she was flipped over on her stomach. It made her arms cross over her head as the elastic straps attached to her cuffs stretched with her changed position.
Rebecca writhed, twisted and moaned. She couldn’t keep from swearing, filthily and hungrily under her breath. Hadn’t they had enough of torturing her? Wondered Rebecca. She was virtually soaking the sheets in the needy juices spilling from her cunt.
Very close to her she heard Tristan’s deep, low laugh of feral amusement, and she shivered.
She was spread like a sacrifice, making her feel even more vulnerable than ever.
The fact that she had her ass now on display, and as she felt her legs pushed far apart and her ankles cuffed again, she knew there was more sweet torment to come…
*
“My turn,” Tristan husked, in that voice that never failed to make her stomach tighten.
The air felt heavy with tension. Still lost in the blindfold Rebecca felt lightheaded.
She realized in that moment that she trusted him completely, just as she trusted Alec.
Her defenses were down. Her pussy ached; dripped to be filled again.
Tristan’s hands; warm and sensitive. On her shoulders, near her neck, gliding up into her hair, stroking her earlobes and then combing and lifting through her locks of hair.
Impossibly sensual, his touch eased her down from her climatic subspace of moments earlier when Alec had fucked her. Now she tried to push her body back against Tristan, eager for contact
“Don’t move,” he said on a hot rasp, and Rebecca automatically stilled. “I’ve been dreaming of this as I watched, hard as a rock. Your sexy display had me rubbing on my dick noticing how glistening wet your pussy was wrapped around Alec’s cock. But now I’m done watching.”
So saying he caressed the length of her spine down to the orbs of her ass, cupping and kneading the cheeks apart. Rebecca blushed with mixed shame and arousal as she heard Tristan tell Alec how sexy her little asshole was; while Alec agreed that it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Tristan kept stroking her butt cheeks and lower spine in a gentle, circular manner with his fingertips. Rebecca squeezed her eyes tight beneath the blindfold and purred with perverted pleasure. Tristan’s skilled hands massaging her ass was so dirty and hot she only got wetter in between her parted legs.
Soon she felt Tristan’s index finger trace the tiny crinkled hole and Rebecca gasped, body freezing with frayed excitement. She felt confused by her reaction to Tristan’s touch on her anus. Just like when Alec had teased her there, she was torn between humiliation and pleasure. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, it was making her very wet and hot.
Then came the most shocking act she never imagined. Tristan, striking hard on her ass cheek. Making her cry out at the surprised sting. “Ooow!” And then instantly wanting him to do it again. She must be going nuts!
“I’m picturing using my riding crop on your ass; raising cherry-colored weals on this perfect, creamy smooth skin. But for tonight, we’ll just have to make do,” Tristan murmured, and spanked her ass again hard, making her yelp loudly.
Rebecca had never imagined anything like this happening. It seemed so degrading and yet so freakishly hot to feel Tristan’s palm smacking her defenseless ass, again and again. Yes it stung, and yes it made her ass throb but it also made her pussy swell as it became saturated with wanton oils. The swift spanking warmed up her flesh deliciously and made her pant with renewed arousal.
In between hard smacks, her aggressive lover expertly stroked her clit and pussy lips. Rebecca was driven again and again to the very edge of rationality, just about tasting her orgasm in the back of her throat but then feeling the waves recede as Tristan paused in his torturous stroking of her cunt to continue spanking throbbing ass.
Again and again he spanked her, and then moved his clever fingers back to her clit. And so on it went for the next minute, as Tristan alternated spanking her butt with slow, agonizingly lush strokes of her clit until Rebecca was reduced to a moaning, quivering mess.
The impact play; the orgasm control and everything else going on had Rebecca almost screaming for release.
Just when she felt sure she couldn’t take another sharp slap, Tristan suddenly paused, his naked body leaning over her. She felt his lips on her bare shoulder as he caressed her lower spine. As if through buzzing ears, she heard Tristan’s husky voice reach through to her.
“It’s about time I fucked you, Rebecca. Or don’t you think so?”
His raunchy words seared her flesh and made her pussy tingle voraciously. This time she didn’t even have to be told to beg. Tristan fit is body along the delicate curve of her spine and Rebecca pushed pack, hungry for contact with his flesh. “Yes. Christ. Yes. Fuck me, Tristan. Please. Stick your huge cock inside me now,” she moaned mindlessly.
There, in her prone position, her legs splayed and her ass throbbing lusciously, Rebecca was more than geared up to be filled again
“Tristan!” she cried out, muscles inside and out all pulsating in reaction to the power-packed thrusts which followed.
It would take just moments, Rebecca sensed, for her orgasm to launch her into the next hemisphere. Sure enough, with her clit grinding into the mattress from every pounding stroke of Tristan’s cock…With his demanding girth splitting her pussy wide, colliding with her g-spot at just the right angle…
Rebecca came so hard she became almost insensible to the hard, rough thrusts that had Tristan’s pelvis ramming against her punished ass. Even when his cock slammed in to the hilt, she could only let out a whistle-like scream, unable to shield her engorged pussy walls from such a ravenous onslaught.
She barely even heard Alec’s voice growl, “It’s fucking hot how red her ass looks from your spanking.”
“Believe me, I know. It’s amazing how perfectly made she is for this,” was Tristan’s hoarse reply, and Rebecca felt buried in pleasure at their words of praise.
“I need her right now,” Alec suddenly said gruffly, and Rebecca heard him move close to the bed. Once again came the sound of a condom wrapper ripping. There was a relief knowing how careful Alec and Tristan were being. It helped Rebecca concentrate on the pleasure of what was taking place, without worrying about safety.
Tristan obligingly withdrew from her quivering cunt, leaving an aching void she was beginning to dread. It scared her to think she was quickly becoming addicted to the feel of their cocks inside her.
Rebecca registered that Alec now kneeled between her legs, and she drew in a sharp breath of expectation, her hips wriggling instinctively in welcome. He chuckled in approval, and then ran the head of his cock over her puffed, slick pussy lips.
“That’s such a good doll. Always wet and ready to be fucked,” Alec crooned in that lewd, rough way that made Rebecca drip the more in scandalous arousal.
Her back arched, lips widening in a shrieking groan of pleasure when Alec finally thrust his turgid cock into her pussy. He wound one hand in her hair and pulled, making her arch back, intensifying his unforgiving penetration. Rebecca cried out intelligibly. After several ruggedly aimed thrusts, Alec pulled out and Tristan quickly replaced him, gliding his cock in powerfully.
Rebecca’s pulpy vaginal walls twitched with complaint at the double-edged ravishment. Yet never gave a thought to putting a stop to it; not when she loved each pussy-pounding moment. Now the pain and discomfort became like a drug; filtering through her blinded senses and bringing a whole new light to the meaning of pleasure.
One after another, Alec and Tristan drove into her with innumerable thrusts, each brother pulling out after a few minutes to let the other take his place. Within minutes Rebecca was moaning and squealing and begging them for it harder and faster.
Alec growled with thick lust, “You have no idea how hot it is to hear you beg like that, fuck doll,” as he gave it to her exactly how she needed it.
She had no clue where this Rebecca came from. She didn’t care; too caught up in how it felt to be used this way. Their willing receptacle. Fuck doll. Her juices spilled copiously at the realization that her body was meeting the challenge of serving the rampaging libido of both brothers.
. “Shit!” groaned Tristan loudly, as he switched with Alec and pushed his cock deep into her cunt. “How does she stay so fucking tight? So perfect.”
He pumped in and out of her with long, deep strokes, his hands gripping her throbbing ass cheeks, tugging them apart and watching her anus wink at him as he thrust in and out powerfully. He swore hoarsely at the sight, his thrust ramping faster and deeper. Rebecca shook and shuddered, the blindfold now damp with her tears of ecstasy.
As if she didn’t have enough stimulation, hands reached for her breasts and amazingly she recognized Alec’s touch as he teased and plucked at her nipples as Tristan fucked her hard. Vibrations of pleasure rocketed through her and she couldn’t take it; she blasted off in a kaleidoscopic orgasm.
*
When Rebecca had shown up at the bar earlier that evening she’d never have foreseen the events that would lead up to this moment.
To the point where she laid face down, her body used and ass covered in cum from her two lovers. The way they’d fucked her…the way they’d usedher like she belonged to them and they had every right to do it – had driven her to the brink over and over.
If she didn’t know better she’d have thought she’d been kidnapped and drugged. Or maybe this was some alternate reality and she’d wake up soon, unable to remember what had happened.
But of course she remembered every detail of how she’d reached this stage.
First the restaurant, then the club, and then over to their place. Innocently following them into this bedroom, and then letting them take her. Making her do everything they wanted. And then waking up minutes later to find that while she’d been out of it, they’d blindfolded and tied her to the bed.
Teasing her, punishing her. Making her orgasm more times in one night than she’d done in the past all put together. Driving their insatiable cocks inside her interchangeably till she was never really sure which brother was inside her at any given time, only that her dripping pussy was always stretched deliciously to its limit.
And so they took turns, till it ended with them both spilling their cum on her sore ass and lower back. She remembered their harsh pants of release and how warm those ropes of cum felt on her buttocks. And she’d never felt so replete or fulfilled as she did in those defining moments.
“We could fuck you all damned night,” Alec had said hoarsely in her ear as he’d leaned close. “You’re our sweet little sex doll, aren’t you?”
She’d nodded mutely, and felt a hand stroking her cheek. Tristan’s. He rasped, “Say it, Rebecca. It’s not just about here and now; but even beyond tonight. Whenever and however we want. Yes or no?”
Oh shit. What? Rebecca’s thoughts couldn’t stop whirling as their words reeled over and over in her mind. Now that she had an inkling what she had got herself into, was it too late to turn back?
Yes or no, Rebecca, her inner voice urged. Yes or no…
Billionaire Brothers Book 3
Detonation.
Just one way to describe Rebecca’s reaction to what Alec and Tristan were asking of her.
What she thought they were asking.
Colliding impulses flitted through her mind like shrapnel, making her shudder endlessly on impact. Whatever they wanted, her answer would be yes. And yet…
She had to think this through. Right now, she was still too much on a chemical high from the many orgasms, the different phases of pleasure, agony and lust. These men. Nothing had warned her that this was what they had in store for her tonight. And now they were asking for more.
Rebecca wondered how on earth to react to that.
She still wondered, minutes after they’d released her bonds and removed the blindfold. She’d blinked up at them like a newborn, unbalanced slightly after so long in darkness. Facing them both after the hours of countless sensations and unbelievably delicious dominance, it wasn’t a wonder she was blushing from hair root to toe.
When she hadn’t given her response immediately, Alec said, “You’ll need time to decide,” he said with a smile. “And of course, some rest.”
Rebecca couldn’t agree more. They’d promised to get her sore, and they’d fulfilled it admirably. She liked this kind of feeling; her muscles making it known how well they’d been stretched. Her pussy replete, its greed finally sated – for now. She hummed in appreciation when she was gently wiped down in between the legs with a warm soothing wet cloth, and then had salve smoothed over her only slightly throbbing ass by the attentive brothers.
“We’ll want your answer in the morning,” Tristan whispered against her forehead before planting a gentle kiss on it.
The last vision Rebecca had was of the brothers’ indulgent smiles, holding that same promise of wicked delights that had pulled her in from the first moment. Rebecca made an incoherent sound of satisfaction and a perfect tiredness that made her think she might not wake up for a week.
Pushing her limits. Alec and Tristan had spent the whole night doing just that. Opening her up to a new vista of being, one she’d never imagined until now. The bondage, the submission, the sweet pain. They’d made it feel so good.
Undoubtedly, the brothers could make anything feel good. Even the feeling of wanting to please, to obey, and to follow came naturally to Rebecca because of how good it felt with them. Was that enough though? Just what was she supposed to commit herself to here?
I’ll find out tomorrow, Rebecca thought as sleep finally cloaked her thoughts.
*
Rebecca hadn’t been looking for a casual hook-up when she made it for her blind date last night. She certainly hadn’t been expecting to be drawn into the erotically charged web of the two brothers. Almost effortlessly, they’d seduced her till the night had ended just how Alec and Tristan wanted. With Rebecca tied up and eager to be their submissive plaything for the night.
But it turned out it wasn’t just a one-night thing they wanted.
It took all of three minutes for Rebecca to fall asleep after the door closed behind Alec and Tristan. Unsurprisingly, she dreamt hotly of bondage, sex and luscious climaxes in one wild collage.
When she awoke, a few seconds passed before she remembered just where she was. She glanced round the bedroom and noted that her clothes from the night before were hanging on a hook next to the chest of drawers, freshly laundered.
A door was opened that lead to a bathroom. Much as she reveled in the scents of sex lingering all over her – reminding her of both Alec and Tristan, Rebecca didn’t hesitate to enjoy a luxurious bath in the marble top, large enough to fit at least four.
Once clean and her body feeling refreshed and brand new, Rebecca put on her clean lingerie and black dress, before spotting a written note. “When you’re ready, come down to breakfast. We could go over last night and a possible future if you choose.”
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