“Yeah? It seems unfair you know that and I don’t.” Killian’s complaint couldn’t cover up the sound of a zipper. Through the din of lust, Rachel found a smile and the ability to form words, even if they came out in broken whispers.
“Is punishment over? Sex now?”
Adam laughed, sending a wallop of gasping out of her with a smack of his hand over her still-throbbing ass. The slap jostled the dildo, stretching her wide, making her clench and groan over the spasms the motion caused.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, wench?” Adam rubbed the sting out of her tender flesh, his other hand coming to mimic the motion and slowly start to pull her into position—an inch back, right over the bulge of his thighs. Her knees bent, widening as he took responsibility for some of her weight.
At the first press of his blunt, swollen cock head against her slit, Rachel moaned, “Yes.” That’s what she wanted and she let Adam know it, arching her hips and rubbing her wet pussy all down his rigid length.
The teasing invitation earned her another spank as Adam ordered, “Don’t be demanding, wench. You get what you’re given.”
What he wanted to give her, Rachel silently corrected. It didn’t take a genius to figure out just what Adam had in mind. The hard press of his swollen cock spoke for itself. All she had to do was stay quiet and surely he wouldn’t deny himself.
* * * *
Adam shared a smile with Killian over Rachel’s back. She’d never make a good slave. Even after everything, she still didn’t grasp the concept of rules. Not out of hardness or rebellion, Rachel’s misbehavior stemmed from a childlike giddiness, anticipating the pleasures to come. It clearly showed she hadn’t been taking the right men to her bed.
Well, now she had him. Adam knew without question that she belonged to him. Running a palm over the soft, glowing globe of her ass, he couldn’t deny they fit perfectly together. Always a lover of a beautiful ass, Adam could have easily lost himself in Rachel’s, but the slick, honeyed glide of her pussy was a temptation he couldn’t pass up.
He never would be able to deny himself this. The only thing that would keep Adam from the heaven waiting for him in Rachel’s cunt would be Killian in his way. Right now, though, Killian had a different obsession, leaving Adam to press himself against the soft, wet entrance to Rachel’s pussy. Nodding to Killian, he watched his partner’s hand thread into Rachel’s dark tresses as he lifted her head up.
As one they invaded. Slow and easy, savoring every fucking inch, Adam sank himself into Rachel’s welcoming heat. Her tight cunt sucked him deep, squeezing and spasming all along his length. Mine. The word steeled over his will with a strong possessiveness that bordered on barbaric.
Adam didn’t fight the emotion as it swept through him. Instead, he wallowed in it, keeping his hips swaying with a shallow, easy rhythm meant to drive Rachel nuts. With each drag of her head up, her body shifted. The tight vise of her cunt pulled the taut skin of his dick tight until Killian thrust her head back down his cock and pushed her little pussy back down on Adam’s.
Keeping her trapped between them, they rode her slow and easy until the wench started to buck in protest. Twisting her hips, Rachel tried to break Adam’s hold, his control, over her. Feisty as ever, her motions proved too much for Adam’s willpower. Loosening the leash, he let the little darling run free. Instantly, she took advantage, pumping fast against him as she went wild.
It took her less than thirty seconds to rob Adam of the last vestiges of his control, reducing him to her level, hungry and free. Driven by a thirst that felt insatiable, Adam slammed furiously into Rachel, pounding out the ferocious need tearing through him.
So tight, so wet, so good. Adam growled, giving voice to the feral rapture that exploded through him as her cunt gripped his cock in greedy, sucking spasms. Embedding himself full-length into her clinging sheath, Adam broke over the edge of his orgasm, drowning under the relentless, inexorable flood of emotions.
Even as he surged into Rachel, he could feel her soaking into him, filling every corner of his mind and heart and laying claim to him. Her pleasure became his, inundating him with pure ecstasy as her climax swept down her pussy and lured him into a world of flames. Never before had Adam come twice within a minute, but the boiling rush of the second tide swept down his cock.
The second release sheared him completely from the physical world. Only the painful need for air slowly returned him to the sweaty, tired body that heaved for breath. He’d collapsed over the woman trembling in her binds, still buried deep inside her.
Rachel.
She’d not simply weakened his hold over his control but ripped away his legendary grip. Finally, Adam knew what it was like to be the slave. His lips quivered upward at the thought, but Adam couldn’t deny it.
The women who came to the club found pleasure beyond measure when they gave over their will. All the toys, all the moves, all the showmanship meant nothing if the woman wouldn’t let go. Now, thanks to Rachel, Adam could know the other side of the token and keep his pride and dignity.
For that gift, he’d forgive her for coming without permission. Even with a mouthful of cock, the wench needed to learn the rules were always obeyed. Some other night. Adam sighed, straightening up. Still not soft, his cock really didn’t want to leave its warm glove, but Rachel had to be tended to. Bracing himself, Adam slid free, matching Rachel’s murmured protest with his own soft groan.
“You all right, darlin’?” Killian had already tucked himself back into his jeans and now squatted at the head of the tub, brushing the hair out of his way to examine the woman they’d used so well.
“It’d be nice to be untied,” Rachel retorted, showing her true spirit, even if her voice barely rose above a whisper, though she still managed to tack on a “sir” after a slight hesitation.
Killian shot him a smirk. “Now she remembers the rules.”
“And here I didn’t think the wench was listening at all.” Adam snorted, stepping over the tub to start the work on the ropes. It took a minute before Rachel had free movement. She used it to immediately pull the dildo free. Adam brushed her hands away, taking over the task as he soothed her murmured protest.
“Shh, darlin’.” Adam pressed a kiss to her cheek, nuzzling his way into her neck. “Let us take care of you now.”
“Are you going to bathe me?” A tenor of hope quivered in her question. “Because I’ve always had a fantasy about that.”
“Really?” Adam swept a hand down her back to rub a gentle reminder of what fantasies were all about over the still-heated curve of her ass. “You sure you’re up to a fantasy?”
Blindly turning her head into his shoulder, Rachel admitted, “Maybe not.”
Working to clear the ropes completely out of the way, Killian paused to smirk up at them. “A little sore, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Rachel sighed into Adam’s neck, not bothering to lift her head as Killian pulled the blindfold free. “And tired.”
“Were we too hard on our wench?” Adam asked, not bothering to hide his gloating in a soothing tone like Killian. Neither did he wrap his arm around Rachel as she so clearly wanted. Instead, he worked on getting out of his jeans without shifting the shoulder holding up his woman.
Another sigh, another murmur, there could be no hiding Rachel’s contentment. “Yes, thank you.”
“Well, you’re very welcome,” Adam retorted, kicking his jeans down his knees and across the floor. Stepping into the tub, he slid an arm around Rachel’s waist and snuggled her back into his chest.
“Come on.” Turning with her required a lot of little steps in the narrow tub, but Adam got them facing toward the showerhead, Rachel in front. “Now, there we are. All you have to do is relax.”
* * * *
Relaxing wasn’t hard to do. Staying awake, or at least aware enough not to melt into the tub like a puddle, was much harder to do. Thanks to the hot water, the soap-scented steam, and the big hands rubbing all the tension out of her, Rachel had neve
r felt so safe and protected. Better than an orgasm, this felt like love.
Even if only for the night, Rachel would never regret sharing this with them. Letting the world blur, she lost sense of actuality as Adam held her for Killian’s cleaning. It surprised her, in a delightful way, that it would be Killian who went to his knees before her and washed her feet so gently.
She would never have expected such tenderness from Killian, but then she would never have imagined how brutal Adam could be during sex. A very gentle man with the heart of a warrior, and a warrior with a very gentle heart.
That’s what they were. Surely tomorrow, Rachel would laugh at her fanciful thoughts, but it did feel kind of like a fairy tale when Adam scooped her up in his arms. Only, it was a perversely delightful tale with two knights in shining armor to tend to drying her off and snuggling her back into bed.
At least one of her knights had something else to snuggle into her back. Killian muttered and shifted, obviously not able to get comfortable with the fully hard dick pinned between them. How the hell could he still be hard? Not that Rachel would call herself an expert at blow jobs, but he’d had his moment, his second one of the night. It seemed to her a man his age should be good and done by now.
Rachel certainly was. Apparently, that didn’t count for anything. With another mutter, Killian gripped her thigh and shoved it forward, forcing her to bend her knee over Adam’s. Popping open her eyes, she found herself staring right up into Adam’s soft smile as Killian fitted the bulbous head of his cock against the undefended opening of her pussy. Without even asking if she was awake, he surged into her.
“I…” Rachel gasped, intent on complaining, but the words got lost in the smooth sway of Killian’s cock through her cunt. Not full strokes but an easy tide that seduced the honey back out of her body.
“What, baby?” Tucking a stray lock behind her ear, Adam gazed down on her with such tenderness. “Hmm?”
Rachel couldn’t answer, not with Adam’s lips brushing over hers. Whispering kisses across her mouth, he kept her from protesting as Killian slowly pumped the tension, the need, back into her body. A moan parted her lips, and Adam drank the sound from her mouth as he sealed the rest of her cries behind his kiss. Lazily, mimicking the unhurried motions of Killian’s loving, Adam’s tongue slid into her mouth and seduce the will right out of her.
Giving herself over to her lovers’ demands, Rachel wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck and clung to him as Killian thrust himself ever-faster into her. Grunting with each thrust, Killian put all his strength into pounding into her, pumping her stomach right against Adam’s swelling cock. Oh, God, it won’t ever end.
The fear of losing herself again so completely, so quickly, to them spiked enough panic in her to make her tear away from Adam’s mind-numbing kiss to gasp for fresh air. Like an antidote, it washed through her chest, fighting back the rising tide of lust for barely a second. The oxygen flooding her system lent fuel to her need, making her own body betray her by flexing back into Killian’s hard rhythm.
“Adam, I…please…can’t…” Barely capable of speaking, she fumbled over the order of the words, distracted by the chaotic battle of reason versus want.
“Ignore him,” Adam murmured, as if that was even an option. As soft as his words were, as gentle as his look was, it was Adam’s hand clenching into her thigh and dragging her leg higher up over his hip to leave her completely vulnerable to his partner’s pillaging.
“But…I…” Rachel gave up, her head collapsing onto Adam’s shoulder. Worn out, her body felt too weary for another trip to heaven, but that wasn’t stopping either of them from forcing her onto the flight.
“Is he going too fast for you, darlin’?” That was only part of the problem, but unable to vocalize the rest, Rachel nodded against Adam’s chest. “Then let me help.”
“Help” must have meant “make it worse” in Adam’s dictionary because that’s what he did. Gripping her waist, it took him barely a second to pull her off Killian’s cock and slide her down on his. One slow stroke bled into another, making her back arch as her body twisted under the reset tempo. Her head rolled back on her neck with the motion, falling back onto Killian’s shoulder.
“Well, if you get that, then I get this.” Killian’s cryptic grunt explained itself as his hands cupped her breasts. With a warning stroke of his thumbs over her nipples, Killian’s chin nudged her head to the side so he could taste her lips, licking the groan from her mouth. Killian didn’t know how to kiss with the sweet hesitancy Adam mesmerized her with. Instead, he unloaded all his hunger, all his need, into her, devouring her will with his own until she didn’t care anymore that the two friends passed her back and forth.
The pleasure of being so wantonly shared made it irrelevant which man filled her in the moment. Rachel didn’t care who fucked her, who kissed her. All she knew was the cock thrusting into her had become a leash, holding her back with its slow and steady rhythm. Bit by bit, they peeled away her layers of humanity until all that remained was a wild thing of wanton need. Rising up, the primitive need took command of her body, making her hips arch and flex until she fucked her lover, riding him hard and fast right into ecstasy’s blinding horizon.
Rachel didn’t know whose cock delivered her there, and she didn’t care as the glorious rapture reached out and wrapped her in its wicked embrace. Whoever it was, he would be the last because the whirl of pleasure around her whipped her tired body straight into the peaceful abyss of total oblivion.
Chapter 9
Saturday, March 29th
Despite the long night, Adam woke up when the first rays of sunlight managed to stretch all the way across the floor and flood over the bed. By rights, he should have just turned over and snuggled back into the warmth and comfort of the soft body cuddled along his side, but the very fact that he woke to such a delight kept him in the realm of the conscious.
The sheer white curtains softened the powerful waves of sunlight, letting them stream out in gentle bands that made the pink princess room glow with a soft, girly hue. This was a sweetheart room, decorated and cleaned by the type of woman who planted flowers around her mailbox and talked to her kitty cat. The kind of woman Adam had always dreamed of waking up beside.
Though he never would have admitted it aloud for fear of being laughed at, Adam longed to know what it felt like to be loved, to be kept safe and comforted within a woman’s soft warmth. With the big, flowery comforter keeping him tucked in and the subtle scents of gentle woman and hard sex filling his head, this felt like his fantasy come true.
Given the tensions in his own home life as a child, this moment had long seemed like a myth, something only pansies and sissies believed in. Now that he knew this was no illusion, it seemed he’d been too hard and cynical.
Right here in this bed, with Rachel’s satiny skin rubbing against him in all the right places, this was where he belonged. The thought tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her protectively closer out of the fear that something, anything, might take her away. Instantly, she grumbled, shifting and wiggling until he loosened her.
Rachel’s natural reaction to being bound breathed a concern into his happy cocoon. What if she didn’t want to be held by him? Despite last night’s festivities, Adam could see clearly what kind of woman Rachel was in the bright light of the morning sun. It showed in the pink and floral theme decorating her room.
Weathered stuffed animals sat alongside cute little porcelain on the shelf across from the bed. They smiled down on him, knowing as Adam did that he probably wouldn’t get to wake up any other mornings under their noses. This was a good girl’s room, and good girls didn’t run with wild boys like him but for a night, maybe two.
Not that Adam knew what the hell to do to keep a lady like Rachel happy in the long run. Not a damn thing. All his mother had ever cared about was her booze and beating on him when she didn’t have any.
She certainly hadn’t taught Adam what a decent woman would expect from a man
, though he was pretty sure it wasn’t running out on the family like his father had. That pedigree alone would probably make Rachel think twice before hitching her wagon to him. It certainly made him think twice about how the hell he was going to hold on to her.
The obvious answer would be sex. His abilities had always made women cling unnecessarily to him. With her obviously limited knowledge and passionate spirit, Rachel would fold easily under his mastery. The question was, would she stay there and for how long?
He’d need more than that. Keeping her busy with kink could only last so long, and then he’d better have some other skills to fall back on. He could already guess at a few things he could try, but they’d be new to him.
If he wanted to make this last, Adam would have to make some changes. Killian would never change. He’d made himself perfectly clear every time Adam brought up the subject of looking for something a little more serious than suck-and-fuck games out at the club.
Killian enjoyed the excess and had no desire to wake up next to anybody. Actually, he’d gone as far as to argue that no woman would want to sleep with him because he snored. Well, Rachel didn’t seem to mind.
Her backside might have been curved into Adam’s hips, but her head was firmly planted on Killian’s shoulder despite the noise that ruffled through the tresses at the top of her head. For all his talk, Killian didn’t seem to mind, either. He actually had Rachel’s hand clenched in his own, holding it up near his heart.
The small gesture gave Adam hope. He already knew Rachel held Killian fascinated with her grit and sass. As for the sex, he’d never seen Killian go so long or come so often. Maybe he could be persuaded to lighten up on some of his more dramatic tendencies.
And if he can’t? Adam didn’t want to deal with that question because he honestly didn’t know the answer. Having to choose between Killian and Rachel would be devastating. For all the promise Rachel represented, Killian matched her with the loyalty of years past.
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