“Was that a yes?” He flexed his hips, dragging his dick back until it lodged against the edge of her cunt. With expert precision, he pressed forward so subtly that not even the full, rounded head of his cock pressed into her. Instead, it hovered, barely inside, more a promise than a fulfillment.
“Answer me, Rachel. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
Her acceptance curled from a moaning pant into an outright scream as he embedded his full length deep into her. Just as she’d fantasized, there was no hesitation in Killian, no persuasive subtly or teasing slowness. He slammed into her with the feral hunger of a primitive man focused on one single goal—mating his woman.
He pounded into her so hard and fast that she’d have flown forward if not for the fingers biting into her shoulders. With a hard grip, he held her prisoner for his fucking. Not that she’d have tried to escape. She’d already melted into the floor, boneless and limp under the aggressive assault of pleasure overwhelming every facet of her reality. Her entire world had narrowed down to the primitive beat of ecstatic drums sounding off with each spearing thrust of Killian’s cock deep into her.
It took him a matter of seconds to shred her world into tattered fragments. So thick and hot, his cock hammered in one explosion after another as rapture began to mushroom through her, racing toward one final, soul-shattering detonation. Then he pulled free and, for a second, she wavered on the very edge of either eternal bliss or total ruin.
A heartbeat later, he forged back into her with a speed and skill that had her eyes bulging. Killian didn’t stop until he had embedded every rock-hard inch of his cock in her ass. The unusual pressure cracked the whip over her release and sent her soul hurtling out of her body.
She shot straight up under the impact of ecstasy’s pure, raw waves and crashed back into Killian. They both tumbled back onto the floor, but Rachel didn’t notice. The pain darkening the edges of her pleasure only served to deepen the depths of her lust.
Trapped within a magical, mystical sphere, Rachel writhed in Killian’s embrace, completely unaware that her own instinctive motions kept the steady hum of pleasure coursing through her. Even as the brutal waves of her release began to subside, the frothy delight still lapped over her body, keeping her from truly crashing down.
She did, though, become aware of a few simple facts. The most unavoidable was that Killian’s dick felt like a piece of silk-covered, heated iron, burning her ass from the inside out. He still had her imprisoned in his arms. His thighs still forced her legs open wide, but now she lay stretched across him, open and vulnerable to Adam’s gaze.
Rachel’s breath caught as her gaze locked with his. In some distant part of her mind, a voice cried out that this couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream, a wonderfully dirty dream that excited her to the point of madness.
Insanity. That was the only explanation for the vision playing out before her very eyes. She’d lost her mind. She was not being held captive in Killian’s embrace, impaled on his cock from behind, with Adam’s head slowly lowering over her open, weeping cunt.
This couldn’t be real, but it was. The dark look of hunger in Adam’s gaze grounded her as nothing else could. He kept his eyes locked on hers, keeping her aware of the details when all she wanted to do was drown in the moment.
Then she was lost to the hot wash of breath over the sensitive folds of her pussy. Already tormented by Killian’s own feasting and harsh fucking, she didn’t know if she could take another round. Even as Adam’s tongue tickled its way up her split slit, she flinched.
Pleasure to the point of pain came at her from both sides. Every teasing lick Adam made over her cunt had her squirming to escape the piercing shards of rapture that cut through her. The edges melted as her motions jarred the dick impaling her ass and made it burn so brightly with its own form of pleasure that no other sensation survived the inferno.
After a pause and a whispered breath, Adam repeated the cycle of torturous delight. With expert skill, he wound her back up the mountain until she was moaning out, “Please” and begging him to put an end to the game and fuck her. That’s what she wanted. They’d reduced her to a thing of wild need that had one desire—to be filled, fucked, and ridden hard…from both sides.
“Please, Adam.”
She couldn’t take any more. She wanted to tell him that, but the rest of the words got choked off when he slid two fingers deep into her. He pressed down, back against the cock filling out her rear. She bucked up, unable to contain the bolt of wild pleasure that whirled through her. So delicious, she wanted—needed—another taste.
Arching her head over Killian’s shoulder, she began to thrust in time with those amazing fingers fucking into her. The ecstasy sparkling through her body had a reverse echo, for every thrust down onto the fingers pulled her up the thick shaft buried behind her. Up became down and down became up until the sensations blurred and she no longer had control of her motions.
She was barely aware of Killian’s hands biting into her hips, exaggerating her motions. All she could do was twist and shudder as the mushroom cloud returned, billowing outward as it began to rush toward total annihilation.
“Oh, God,” Rachel screamed. “I’m going to come!”
In an instant, all motion stopped.
“No!”
She snarled and bucked, fighting to find some way to save the ethereal bubble of pleasure from collapsing down all around her. Beneath her, Killian cursed and clamped his arms round her stomach. Like steel manacles, they tightened down until she could barely breathe, let alone struggle.
“Don’t worry, my wild one,” Killian growled in her ear, making shivers run down her neck and race across her spine. “You’re going to get everything you want, all the dick you can take. We’re going to pack this tight little body so full of cock you won’t be able to breathe without feeling us. We’re going to screw you like you ain’t never been screwed, right here on the floor, just like the wild thing you are.
“That’s it baby. Go on and twist. You like the feel of that? You like teasing yourself on my cock? You like having your ass crammed full of meat, don’t you?”
“Killian.” That was all she could manage to whimper. The dark, forbidden suggestions made her burn more hotly than ever.
“I think she’s ready. Don’t you, Adam?”
“Hmm, she certainly is wet and squirmy enough for a good fucking.”
“But…”
“But it’s kind of fun to tease her.”
Rachel shrieked and jerked under the sudden lick of Adam’s tongue. He went straight up, pausing long enough to tickle her clit and make her jerk again.
“Definitely fun.”
“You should feel it from this end,” Killian groaned.
Oh, God. They’re talking about me again.
This time, the arrogant presumption of their attitudes didn’t irritate her. Instead, it colored the lines around the waves of lust swamping her with a tingly, foamy sensation. She had no control in this moment, no ability to protect herself from these men and their lascivious designs. That very fact thrilled her.
“That good, huh?”
“Baby girl’s got such a tight ass I feel like the top of my dick is going to pop off. You better hurry and mount up because I can’t hold on much longer.”
Mount up? The very crudeness of Killian’s words made the perverseness of the situation hit her. For a single, shining second, reason managed to infiltrate the splendor she’d been floating in. It lobbied her to object, to lash out in outrage, and rebel against their domination.
Before the seed of those thoughts could bloom into any action, her world altered around her. It was happening. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she felt the thick, rounded length of a second cock pressing into her body.
Her eyes watered, and the sight of Adam’s chiseled features pulled tight with grim determination wavered. All she could focus on was the intensity in his dark eyes. Those deep, chocolate or
bs became her anchor as the pain and pressure of being overfilled began to splinter the great waves of pleasure into sharp fragments that rained down over her. The fine little cuts sent prickles of pure, undiluted rapture trickling out.
The ripples of pleasure froze as even her heart stopped. Adam had seated his full length inside her. Now came the question, would she explode? If one of them so much as breathed too harshly, Rachel feared she might.
Hot breath washed over her face and those amazing eyes were barely inches from hers. She was not only overstuffed but crushed between two impossibly hard and unforgiving bodies. It was too much. She was suffering from sensory overload and needed a moment to get her bearings.
“How do you want it, baby girl?” Adam’s whisper chased her eyes closed. “Slow and easy or hard and fast?”
“Fuck slow,” Killian growled out as his hands bit into her hips.
Even as his hips flexed backward, he lifted her, forcing her to take that little bit more of Adam’s cock. She moaned out under the impact of the mini-stroke. A second later and everything shifted in the opposite direction.
They began with easy, shallow strokes that quickly escalated out of control. Reality ceased to exist, thinned down to the feel of the twin steel-hard cocks fucking into her with increasing speed and ferocity. Killian’s hands kept her hips swaying in perfect rhythm, matching both men stroke for stroke.
Rachel screamed as the volatile mixture of rapture and pain detonated, casting out a million tiny fireballs exploding across her body. Still, Killian and Adam continued to fuck her with deep, hard, pounding strokes.
They grunted and sweated over her, racing her through the plumes of Utopia’s dawning haze and straight into the horizon. The smoldering embers of her first release collapsed in on each other and grew into a raging inferno. Her body tensed, anticipating the second, more powerful explosion to come as the edge of her orgasm’s end came rushing forward.
Killian and Adam fucked her right over it, tumbling her straight into the fiery abyss. Distantly, she heard masculine shouts calling out triumphantly as she felt the warm flood of her lovers’ releases filling her body. Rachel didn’t care. She floated in the glorious embrace of ecstasy’s warmth, sighing even as the lights started to dim and oblivion began to creep in around her.
“Hey, baby girl, you all right?”
Killian’s voice, warm with concern and tinged with sleep, floated through her mind. Now that had to be a dream. At least it was a pleasant one.
* * * *
Killian didn’t get any more of a response from Rachel than a muttered groan, a guttural sound made only by a woman well satiated. He’d only begun to lay his claim, and if Rachel thought she could escape the rest of his plans by passing out…well, he had ways of handling a naughty woman.
First, Adam had to move. “Get off, man.”
Shoving at his friend’s shoulder, he pushed Adam to the side, making both Rachel and Adam groan as their bodies separated. Instantly, Rachel managed to form a word as she shifted and shuddered in his lap.
“Cold.” He knew that wasn’t all she felt. It wasn’t anywhere near what he’d felt snuggled tight in her ass. Hot, hard, and wanting to go another couple of rounds, Killian felt a whole bunch of things but not cold. Her word gave him an idea, and it was nasty and mean, the best type of punishment for his little Rachel.
First, though, he’d have to risk the night air and leave the velvet sheath keeping his cock very happy. Punishment all around. Killian sighed as he lifted Rachel by the waist back to her feet. At least it felt good to get off the floor. Not that Rachel gave him a moment to enjoy stretching his muscles out. She tilted toward the bed, and he could see her going down, bent on a full-face smash into the mattress.
“Ah.” He caught her around the waist. “No you don’t, darlin’.”
Sleepy as she was, the scowl that crossed her features looked more cute than intimidating as Rachel smacked her lips and squinted her eyes at him. “Don’t be a butthead, Killian.”
The insult annoyed him because she could at least have the decency to act soft and submissive now. He and Adam had put in a good showing, and for a few minutes there, Rachel had been bent to their wills. Instead of thanking them for what he was sure was her first real orgasm, the woman had gotten grumpy with him.
Obviously, Rachel would need a much sterner hand to train her right. Lucky for her, Killian’s hands held steady for the task. He even had a bag of tricks to help him. Releasing Rachel to flop onto the bed, Killian didn’t have to ask Adam to break out the duffle bag they’d brought with them. Adam might hem and haw all around the bend, but when the time came, Killian knew he could rely on his partner.
While Rachel dragged her blanket over her and curled up for a good night’s rest, Adam began laying out all the things Killian had packed for them. Not wanting to be caught unprepared, they’d brought nearly their entire war chest. Everything from clamps and butterflies to feathers and whips filled the bag. Still, the best props couldn’t be packed in a bag.
Nothing beat the bathroom Killian had just discovered. Connected by a walk-through closet, the old bathroom remained trapped in time with its ancient pink and black tile. Sadly, it was the most modern thing in the rather large room. From the old square-cut lavatory to the toilet with its water tank affixed high above the bowl, the room needed a serious update.
There was just one thing Killian wouldn’t have changed. The large, cast-iron tub jutted out of the wall to take up nearly the entire middle of the room. As he walked around the enormous tub, he tested the wraparound shower rod, seeing how strong it was.
Very strong, indeed. Now all I need is a bit of rope.
Chapter 7
Sleep had never beckoned Rachel more seductively than it did that night. Then again, she’d never once felt so relaxed, so melted, almost like she was one with the big fluffy comforter. It didn’t even bother her when one of her lovers started tugging on her. Assuming they were pushing her into a more appropriate sleeping position, Rachel didn’t even open her eyes. She knew the moment they stopped, sweet bliss would welcome her into the land of oblivion.
A nippy air-conditioned breeze and the world spinning around her was what actually greeted Rachel. If she could have mustered the energy for a screech, she’d have given it to whatever man had swooped her off the bed. All that really came out was a garbled protest because she was too damn tired to form words. Hell, she couldn’t even open her eyes.
“Relax, darlin’,” Adam soothed her as he carried her away from the bed. “We got to get you cleaned up. No need to get all grumpy.”
So said him. Rachel sighed. Maybe he was right. Waking up sticky in the morning wouldn’t be a joy. Besides, Adam’s arms felt nearly as good as her bed. Snuggling her chin into his neck, Rachel breathed his sexy, masculine scent deep and let it drug her back, bringing her back to the land of the mellow. This could so work. Rachel had fantasized more than once about taking a hot shower with an even hotter man bathing her.
To finally experience such a decadent pleasure, Rachel could stand a minute on her own two wobbly feet. She could even endure the frigid chill of the cast iron tub beneath her toes. With the expectation of hot water and a warm male body joining her any second, it took Rachel’s groggy mind a moment to identify the feel of two hands working on her wrists.
By the time she realized what was going on, Adam and Killian had secured her with some kind of rope. A second later, it went taut, pulling her arms straight up until her fingers could touch the shower curtain. Yet the real problem, as Rachel saw it, was that she couldn’t see. Her eyes were wide open and everything stayed pitched black. They’d blindfolded her, and that was definitely not part of the fantasy.
“What the hell are you—ahhhhhhh!”
Rachel’s question ripped into a scream as a hard pulse of ice-cold water blasted over her mound. Somebody was having too much fun with the hand-held showerhead. She danced away from it screeching, testing how far her binds would let her go.
Not far enough.
Cursing at her tormenters, Rachel put her whole strength into breaking the ties around her wrists, but all she accomplished was cutting off her circulation. There was no escape. Cornered in the back of the tub, Rachel pressed her thighs together, trying to block the pounding spray.
Thankfully, it abated, and Killian revealed himself as the bastard picking on her. “You ready to behave?”
“Go fuck your—”
This time, Rachel literally choked on her words as the cold blast returned, pounding into her unprotected rear. Although it was not unpleasant, the sensation caused the sort of instant humiliation that sent her running toward the other end of the tub. However they’d tied her, she could slide the binds down the rods, but she couldn’t turn them, and the dastardly spray followed her.
“Stop! Stop!” God, but if he didn’t listen to her—
“Are you ready to behave?”
It stopped, leaving her raging to cuss at Killian in response. Not about to make that mistake twice, Rachel tried to glower at him through her blindfold. Adam’s heated breath washing over her shoulder warned her of the first rule of the game.
“You better answer him, darlin’. Slaves ignore their masters at their peril.”
The very use of the word slave sent Rachel’s heart skipping as realization dawned on her too late. They weren’t playing, and she wasn’t half as disgusted as she should be. Bravely raising her chin didn’t stop her voice from wavering as it came out.
“I’m not a slave.”
“You sure about that, darlin’?” Adam asked, the broad expanse of his hand suddenly warming the right side of her ass. It didn’t dawdle but slid straight down. Smoothing between her thighs, his ticklish touch made her muscles quiver before parting, letting his fingers curl right over the lips of her pussy.
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