by Lana Hartley
I start to grow dizzy, consumed by the touch of Vincent as Nathan continues to fuck me.
“Turn her over,” Vincent says.
“We have to untie her,” Nathan says.
“So do it, I’ll make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.”
I realize then that rope is nothing compared to the muscle of man. Nathan unties all the rope holding me still, and Vincent scoops me up and turns me over.
I’m this plaything.
This land of flesh for them to discover, defile, and rebuild.
They turn me completely on my stomach, and the air around me shifts as rustling and whispers from the onlookers fill the space. I can only imagine they’re eager to get a view of my backside. They redo the ropes around my wrists and pull my ankles apart. I can tell their hands apart, barely.
Nathan is doing my wrists, and Vincent has his strong fingers around my ankles.
I want to fight them for some reason – put on more of a show. Yes, I do like this, I like what they’re doing to me, and I like that everyone’s watching.
Once they have me pulled apart and tied down with my body once again open for viewing, the spankings begin.
Nathan takes one ass cheek and Vincent takes another.
Whop! Pow! Their palms land on my flesh, and I can feel the blood rising to the surface, leaving red marks and an aching sting in their wake.
“AHHH!” I cry into the pillow, sometimes I bite it. They whip me several times.
“You are such a bad girl,” Nathan tells me. “Tonight, we’re going to teach you a lesson in front of all these people.”
“By the time we’re done with you, you’ll misbehave no more, darling.” That’s Vincent. I know even though my face is pressed into the pillow, because Vincent says things like “Darling.” Nathan doesn’t bother with such names.
“Oh…” I’m very still. My ass is surely a luscious red. Nathan gets down on the foot of the bed and pulls my cheeks apart, buries his face into my ass, and licks me there. Shocked, I bite back a gasp as my back bows. His tongue twirls around my puckered hole, lapping and sucking, before he swirls his finger around the center and slowly presses inward, shoving his through the tight rings of muscles. I suck in a breath and squirm around, trying to get free from their holds, but Vincent grabs my ankles and holds me firmly in place while Nathan continues to defile me. He’s gentle, but forceful, using a steady pressure with each thrust of his finger, and his other hand smooths soft circles over the swell of my ass.
“AHHHH OHH OHHH!” My mouth drops wide open, and I wet the pillow with my moans and sighs. The intrusive pain gradually ebbs into a pleasurable sensation. Nathan moves his hand down from the cheek of my ass to cup my pussy, slipping two fingers between my lips while his other finger penetrates my ass. Vincent still hasn’t released his grip on my ankles, but there’s a low groan emanating from his chest as he watches.
“OH GOD, OH!” I cry out as an orgasm rips through me, by body shuddering with the release. What’s the score now? I collapse onto the bed, my breathing frantic. Nathan and Vincent both let go of me, and judging by the shifting weight from the bed, they’ve walked away. But to where? I’m too exhausted to lift my head to see.
Everyone is so quiet, just staring at me as I try to move. Suddenly the bed dips with weight, and I feel his strong fingers on my face.
“You know who I am?” he whispers against the shell of my ear. I think it’s Nathan.
“We’re each going to go down on you until you can tell whose mouth is whose.”
“Ahhhh…” I sigh into the pillow, arousal instantly stirring in my core. I feel Vincent’s hand in my hair, pulling on strands to keep my head still as Nathan’s stubbly mouth makes its way down my body to my derriere.
I feel his strong, determined hands pry my ass cheeks apart. I struggle. Oh god.
“Shh,” he says, and I feel Nathan’s tongue on my pussy.
“I…I…” Whatever words I was going to say are washed away by the pleasure I’m getting. My face collapses into the pillow as Nathan starts penetrating me with his tongue and his fingers, and Vincent calmly traces his hand over the side of my body.
I twitch and moan and wiggle about as Nathan flicks his tongue around inside of me. He’s going to make me come. I can tell. He’s determined to, and won’t stop until I do. My body tightens, and I give in. The orgasm is there, snaking up my back and shredding through me violently.
Vincent smooths his hand over my hair lovingly, but Nathan—being the brutish type of prince that he is—spanks me good and hard as I try and overcome the spiralling orgasm he’s caused.
They princes separate again, leaving the bed. And Nathan, like this is some type of game, announces that so far it’s “two to zero.”
This is because Nathan has gotten an orgasm out of me. Two, actually.
Vincent has yet to hit that button.
This is a sport. I am the game.
I stay nice and still as they circle me like lions circling a fresh slab of steak.
“Oh…” I moan in hesitance, I moan in curiosity, wondering what is going to happen to me next. My body is still reeling from the orgasm it just had, from all the touch and probing and fucking.
Vincent gets on the bed and crawls toward me, his hand slowly tracing a pattern up my side. He peppers the side of my face in delicate kisses. He’s gentler, soft, while Nathan is rough and determined to get my body to fall apart from his thrusts.
Right now, I’m not sure which I prefer. It’s always nice to have a bit of both worlds.
“Kiss me, sweetie,” he says, his voice low and hungry. I press my mouth against his cheek. It’s a lovely moment, and it gives my body a chance to recuperate. The kiss turns into a long, sultry one, and I worry that Nathan will grow jealous. He’ll want to compete with whatever Vincent has done.
Vincent covers my body with kisses, from the nape of my neck all the way down to my sore bottom.
“What did he do to you, my princess?” he asks, looking at the marks Nathan’s hand made, and he kisses my bottom so gently. His stubble, as scratchy as it is, doesn’t bother me.
“He hurt me,” I whimper, my breath warming the pillow.
He takes some ice from the champagne bucket and my body moves, already appreciating what he’s about to do.
“I’m here, it’s okay now,” Vincent says, and he slips an ice cube over my bottom.
It feels so good, but Nathan’s jealous energy is spoiling the sensual moment. He’s growling angrily low in his throat. He’s like some brat about to throw a fit if he doesn’t get his way.
“Wait your turn,” Vincent says. He slides his tongue down between my legs. “She has to get to know my mouth now.”
And just like that, Vincent owns me for a little while, placing his mouth completely over me, and slowly opening me up. He’s not as fast and swift as Nathan; he eases his way into me, holding my hips steady with his hands. He reaches up and undoes the rope around my wrists, and it falls like snakes onto the bed. He makes his way down my legs and undoes the rope around my ankles too, so I’m free to move my feet.
Suddenly rough hands grasp at me, and I’m flipped onto my back. Nathan holds me up, his arms wrapped tight around my waist as Vincent parts my legs. This is better than rope because I prefer the feel of a man’s strength around me than that abrasive rope. I especially prefer Nathan’s arms around me.
Nathan keeps me in line by holding me while Vincent goes down on me. Nathan’s mouth crashes against my lips and he strengthens his grip around me. His kiss is hungry and powerful.
“Oh…” My head falls back as Nathan kisses down my neck and pulls my hair to hold my head back. Vincent is finger banging me and I break apart, my body jolting and writhing wildly with my release. Nathan is very focused on my face and neck, kissing and biting me all over. Then he has the audacity to say that he helped with the orgasm I just had, taking credit for it.
Vincent laughs in this charming/cocky sort of way.
“Yo
u did that?” he says to Nathan, and the two start arguing and everything, for the moment, turns into like some kind of amateur theatre hour.
“You don’t think that my holding her and kissing her had something to do with how aroused she was?” Nathan says.
“I’m the one down there, where she feels the most, where she’s the most sensitive.”
Vincent gets off the bed to have some wine. I want some wine. I think he can tell but Nathan gives me some of his whiskey instead.
It’s not one to one. Nathan gets back on top of me and starts fucking me. Hard. He just goes right for it, his whiskey breath all over, his hair all in my face, too.
We kiss hard, and he’s hitting all the right spots, pounding away at me. We roll over so I get on top of him, enjoying him the way I did the other night in the palace room. It’s honestly never felt like this before. I keep one hand on his chest and ride him harder and harder.
“Nathan…Nathan…” And this time the jealous ball is in Vincent’s court.
I cast my eyes around the room in search of Vincent, curious of where he’s at, only to find him simmering in the corner, a glass of wine in his hand as he intently watches the thorough fucking that Nathan is giving me. His eyes are dark and hard, like he’s restless with Nathan’s act and considering a way to bring me even more pleasure when he has his way with me next. I can feel him growing restless and trying to come up with a way to make me come next. Nathan growls low as his thrusts grow faster, more selfish, and suddenly his ass clenches as he stills between my legs, spilling his hot cum inside of me. He leans down and kisses me hard with sloppy lips, but he just came like a teenage boy, hard and fast and there was so much I can feel it inside of me.
I lie there as Nathan keeps his mouth on my neck, steadying his breathing. Vincent crosses the room and climbs onto the bed, and Nathan takes that as his cue to take a break. He pulls a cigarette from the pack on the bureau and lights it up. I like to watch Nathan smoke. He eyes me as smoke drifts from his mouth and Vincent starts kissing my neck.
I hold my hand out and motion for Nathan to come closer then wrap my fingers around his wrist when he’s within reach.
“Don’t burn yourself,” he says. But I already feel burned, in a way.
“OH!” I suddenly shout as Vincent pushes him way inside of me. My body seems to lift from the bed altogether, and my hand leaves Nathan’s wrist for the moment. Why do I feel like I need Nathan right now?
“Oh, Isadora,” Vincent breathes my name over my shoulder. He keeps his face in my neck and touches my breasts and there’s a kind of infant need involved. I wrap my arms around him as Nathan gazes down at me, and I can tell he wants to take me, but he practices his patience and goes to the foot of the bed and finishes his cigarette as Vincent finishes off inside of me.
My release is too short-lived, too quick, and I sigh and rest my head on Vincent’s shoulder. I want more, and this time I want Nathan’s cock in me. I gently press against Vincent’s shoulder and he moves to the side, allowing room for me to crawl over Nathan. He has this sexy stand-offish look in his eye and blows smoke in my face. I slap him for it, but it’s a playful kind of slap.
The moment our mouths clash we fall together hard, a heady wanton desire lingering over us, but there’s a look of fierce determination in Nathan’s eye; he’s going to make me work for it. He wants me to prove how much I want him. How much I need him. He’s switching the game up.
“I want you so bad,” I say, moving my hand down his heavenly body to his cock, which is ready for me. I turn over so I’m on my hands and knees. I want him all over me. But Nathan remains at the foot of the bed, with a lost puppy dog look in his eyes.
“Nathan, please,” I say, on my back now, legs parted with the most sincere invitation he could ever receive.
“Please…” I’m begging for him. I have a need like I’ve never known before.
He lay his body over mine, his shaggy hair is tangled and his stubble is against my cheek as his fingers caress my skin.
“Can’t it just be us? I need you, Isadora.” His voice is needy and raspy. It gets me so wet it soaks his fingertips as he traces my slit. He can tell how much I want him, which is more than any time before. Vincent is watching, and while Nathan’s eyes were flooded with jealousy and male determination to satisfy me, Vincent looks sad. His heart is shattered, and I can see all the little broken pieces of it in his eyes, shattering each time Nathan thrusts into me.
“Oh!” I hook my arm around Nathan; he’s really going for it good, and there’s the good pain involved.
“Hurt me,” I tell him. “Tear me apart.”
He grinds harder and faster. I wrap my arm tighter around his back, and I have the sudden need to tell him I love him. I need him, but I also need Vincent, and it hurts me to see him hurt. I reach out for Vincent, and he gets on the bed. He doesn’t make me beg or work for it, he’s willing to give, but at that second Nathan delivers a very successful thrust and I come, writhing about on the bed.
“Oh god…oh…” Nathan falls to my side and I roll over, but his hand never stops touching, caressing, feeling me.
“I want her,” Vincent demands. Nathan moves across the room, and Vincent takes his place on the bed.
He turns me over and gazes at me.
“Are you tired, sweetheart?” he asks. When I shake my head, he seems surprised. Maybe the boys have underestimated my sex drive, but I can keep going. I sit up and kiss Vincent tenderly, the way I did that night he took me out to the garden, and he wooed me and did his thing. Nathan is sitting over on the chair, his cock and balls free for the audience to see, and he has his face in his hands and looks so vulnerable. He’s beautiful, and I wish I could have a painting of him in that moment to hang on my wall forever.
Vincent puts his finger on my cheek and tips my eyes up to meet his. He kisses me hard and slips his hand down between my legs and over my sore sex.
He’s gentle with me and I run my hand through his hair and sink back down on the bed. And He hovers above me, and the sting of my arousal is present and throbbing between my legs again. I wrap my legs around Vincent and let him back inside of me.
Meanwhile, Nathan is searing in the corner. He has this boyish pout on his face. Can’t he just relax? He’s always so competitive. He stands up and nears the bed as the audience watches everything– me and Vincent and him—and I wonder what he’s about to do.
He gets on the bed and straddles my face, and the scent of his cock—the lingering smell of our sex—covers my face like a blanket.
“Oh…”
I stick my tongue out to lick him, but I’m momentarily overcome by the hard thrusts I’m receiving from Vincent. Vincent? I didn’t know he had this in him. He’s clearly trying to compete with Nathan now. But his fucking is slightly different. Vincent doesn’t want to hurt me, and Nathan does because he knows I want him to.
It’s all fascinating and warm.
Nathan strokes his rigid cock, and I stick my tongue up and lick from his ass to his balls; I delight in watching him squeeze his hardened length as Vincent fucks me. I wonder if while Vincent comes inside of me, if Nathan plans on hosing my face down with his jizz?
I lick and suck at Nathan’s ass and balls until he switches positions and sits on my face. He thrusts his cock into my mouth and I suck him long and hard as Vincent continues to ride me. Nathan plunges deeper down my throat then pulls back and charges, “I’m gonna come on your tits.” His voice is deep and strained.
“Mmm,” I moan and suck him harder. The thought of him coming all over my tits singes electricity all through me. Vincent’s arousal is steadily inclining because he fucks me harder with each passing second.
The bed sways under our weight, the chains hanging from the ceiling clattering together rapidly with our movement. I kind of wonder if we can fall off and if we do, will we be entwined together, our legs and arms wrapped around each other, coming violently like crazy as we fall…
Nathan grows harder in
my mouth, and the veins in his cock are starting to surface as animalistic sounds claw from his chest. I’m sure he’s going to come. Waves of pleasure myself wash over me from feeling Vincent in my pussy, and Nathan reaches down to start playing with my nipples, pinching and flicking them. We’re all three a mass of tangled sweaty limbs, hungry roars of pleasure. It’s obvious this is the climax point of our Bedding Ceremony, and the energy in the room is stifling, electric, and hot. I know the onlookers are just as excited as we are, and my imagination stretches to the filthy perverts watching us closely with fancy binoculars, committing the look of Nathan’s orgasm to memory so they can get off on it later—fuck, if they aren’t now! Nathan jerks back and pumps quickly pumps his cock in his hand, spraying his warm cum all over my breast, lips, and face. The guttural roar that he releases echoes in my ears, and his face contorts in the most painstakingly pleasurable sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Just as I feel my release spiralling, Vincent pulls out and glazes my thighs with his cum, then pierces into me again, filling me to the brim.
“VIN – CENT!!!” I cry, his name broken as it falls from my lips.
Nathan grips my cheeks in his rough hand, and my eyes pop open to meet his. His eyes are hard and stern and hungry, and I know he’s devouring the sight of my release as I unleash it.
“Oh…Isadora…Isadora…” he chants, and I take his dick back into my mouth, sucking him roughly. I feel the weight of Vincent shift off of me, but I focus on Nathan. He pulls on my long blonde hair and tips my head back so he can feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I’m so eager to taste him. I suck him with a fervour and roll his balls between my fingers, and revel in the light that sparks like fireworks in his eyes as I draw a second release from him within just minutes.
“Oh please, Isadora,” he says and touches my face, his lust-hazed eyes hooded. He moves down my body, and I exhale a breath, but I’m taken aback when I hear gasps from the audience and feel Nathan positioning himself at my entrance. Even after release, he’s still erect, and the audience seems as shocked and awed as I am at this revelation. Nathan’s competitive nature shines through in this act because he fucks me roughly, moving my body freely to his liking so he can adjust himself for a deeper penetration.