“Now, my little Mia, I’ve fantasized about you for a very long time and in so many different ways. I can finally have you, and I can’t wait. I’m sure both my boys feel the same. So get that beautiful body you’ve been hiding from us up on the bed,” said Dylan with Mathew and Peter flanking him.
Mia moved to the bed, using a wantonness that was not in her nature. She crawled on all fours up onto the bed and sat on her haunches in the center, facing the trio with one finger in her mouth. Peter groaned at her display, and Mathew licked his lips. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying this immensely.
“Boys, strip. Peter left, Mathew right,” Dylan commanded. Both Peter and Mathew started removing their clothes, and Mia couldn’t help but watch the show as they exposed inch by inch of their flesh. Peter was a thinner build than Mathew and Dylan. His milky skin had a porcelain glow, and with strong pecks and a tight waist, he looked in shape but not thickly muscled. Mathew was more corded with muscles, and his olive skin set off his pecs to perfection. She was drooling at the sight of his body. Dylan looked as though he would have a more defined muscular chest, which she couldn’t wait to see. She saw Dylan gazing her as she watched the other two undressing although he didn’t make any attempt to undress himself. He just stood there looking at them all.
It was the removal of both their pants that had Mia licking her lips. Peter’s cock was thin but would have to have been seven or eight inches long, by far the longest cock she’d ever seen. Mathew’s was thicker with a flared head and at least seven inches long. It was impressive in an, oh god, will I stretch to accommodate the width, kind of way. Her eyes immediately jumped to Dylan’s crotch, trying to guess what he was packing. The sound of Dylan’s chuckles echoed in the room when he noticed her looking.
Chapter Eleven
“Little Mia, are you waiting to see my cock, my pet?” Dylan asked, smiling at the desire in her eyes.
“I…well…” she stammered.
“Answer me, kitten,” he demanded, holding her eyes in a battle of lust and demand.
“Yes,” she whispered. She didn’t understand why Dylan brought out the shy, reserved side of her. He challenged her and made her feel submissive. While she wanted to challenge him at the same time, she also wanted him to earn her.
“You’ll ask me for what you want, and don’t use that squeaky little voice. Ask out loud, kitten, and I may grant your request.”
Mia swallowed her reservations and her fear. She had used bravado to get her here thus far, and she would draw on the little that remained welled deep in her heart.
“I want to see your cock,” she called.
“Master,” he demanded.
“What?” she questioned.
“I want to see your cock, Master.”
She wanted to slap the smug expression right off that gorgeous face, although then she’d never get what she wanted. “I want to see your cock, Master,” she parroted.
“Boys, undress me.”
Mathew and Peter moved toward him and began unbuttoning his shirt together as a team. They stripped him of his clothing, sliding their hands over every inch of his exposed skin. The sight of Mathew and Peter caressing him and her reaction to it surprised her. She felt a warm, wet need curl in her stomach. She cupped her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she watched the performance, and it was a performance. They moved like choreographed dancers. Her hand slid down her stomach to her pussy, and, using her index finger, she began to circle her swollen clit for the third time that day.
“No, kitten.”
Dylan’s demand jolted her from her rapt gaze on the three men. She pulled her hands from her pussy and breast and settled them on the bed next to her. She felt scolded and embarrassed like a mischievous child.
“Kitten, you’re forbidden in future to touch yourself. Your body is not your own. Your body belongs to me and Mathew.” He stalked to the bed. “You don’t get to touch what I own without my permission. Mathew, get me some restraints. It seems our little kitten here can’t control herself.”
Mathew chuckled in response as he moved toward two beautifully stained wooden doors and opened them.
Mia thought it was a closet, but instead it opened into another room. A dark dungeonlike room. “What’s that room for?” Her voice squeaked as she asked. She knew what it was, logically, if she took into consideration their lifestyle. But for some reason she needed reassurance.
“It’s our playroom, pet, and don’t worry. You’re going to get to know that room really well.” Dylan’s drawl enthralled her. At this moment, she would get to know anything if he asked her to, although she wasn’t going to let him know that.
Mathew returned with two leather restraints, and on closer inspection, she realized they were lined with soft, padded fabric. What on earth were they going to attach the cuffs to? she wondered. Like a military operation, she was pulled into a sitting position, and her arms twisted behind her back. The cuffs were belted to her wrists, and then they were linked together. Trapped and unable to use her hands, she was now at their mercy. Instead of feeling fear, which she knew she should be feeling, she could only feel her pussy weeping and her clit begging for attention, making her want to beg them to take her, use her, and make her theirs.
* * * *
“Boys, we have our pet where we want her. Take a breast each and feast.”
Dylan’s cock jumped and pulsed, and his balls tightened, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. The sight of her bound and ravished by his boys was just too much, and he desperately wanted to join the group. He feared he would come just by rubbing his cock against anyone or anything. Hell, maybe even the bed would do it.
Mia groaned as Mathew took a nipple deep into his mouth and sucked. Peter was nibbling and biting on its twin.
“I want to see pink, boys,” he called out. Both of them took a leg each and spread her wide. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, but Dylan didn’t like anything that hid what he owned. “Tomorrow you are going to shave or wax that pussy I own. I want it bald and visible at all times. My pussy may be part of your body, but never doubt that it’s mine. As my servant, you’ll keep my pussy just the way I like it.”
Both Mathew and Peter spread her labia with their fingers, showing him the pink he wanted.
“My pet, just look at the pussy you’ve given me,” he said, stalking toward the bed to claim his prize.
He crawled toward her, never taking his eyes from hers, challenging her the entire time. She looked away and bowed her head, giving him the silent submission he demanded. Glorying in his victory, he lowered himself to her exposed core and lapped from ass to clit. Repeatedly, he lapped up her salty, sweet taste.
* * * *
I could get used to this, these delicious sensations of the boys sucking and lapping my breasts, and the feel of my Master’s tongue between my legs. He circled her clit with his tongue and then closed his mouth over it. She could feel her clit pulse and beat in time with her heart. She was close, she could tell, and only one small thing would push her over. She couldn’t wait. He raked his teeth firmly, but not enough to cause her pain across her clit, and she exploded. She screamed and convulsed.
“Mia, how could you ever think you were bad in bed? All your lovers have been fools. You are the ripest of cherries left on the tree, my pet, and now you are all ours.” Dylan purred.
Mia felt as if she was dying. Her blood was pounding in her temples, and her heart was beating so hard she felt it was going to pound right out of her chest. The endorphin rush of her orgasm was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her pussy was twitching, and her clit was so hypersensitive. She was afraid of anything touching it. She could feel Dylan’s breath on her pussy. He hadn’t moved away. “No more. Too sensitive.”
“My dear little pet. Who is the Master here?”
She didn’t want to argue with him, considering she was still restrained with her hands behind her back. Thank god Mathew had thought to stack pillows behind her to soften the impact of her weight
on her arms.
“You are, Master.”
* * * *
Dylan felt waves of joy and power ripple through him as she willingly recognized his title. He knew some Doms didn’t much care for titles. For him, it was a sign of respect and acceptance of their positions. He liked the formality of it. Most of all he loved the feeling of control, of pure domination, and to know that this beautiful woman spread beneath him was his to care for and his to command. He wasn’t naïve. He, like all good Doms, knew that true power was in the hands of their submissive. That was why the gift of their submission was so great. Every day his boys, and now Mia, would wake and choose him.
Decisions, decisions. He knew he’d have first right to all of her. But he knew he needed too much recovery time to come in each of her orifices while his boys waited in the wings. “Pet, roll over on your stomach and move to the edge of the bed.” As she rolled and wiggled to the edge, he had to appreciate the sight. He knew from experience with his boys that the height of the bed was perfect for him. For normal use, the bed was a bit too high, but for mounting one of his lovers from behind with their legs hanging over the edge, it was perfect. Mia obviously didn’t understand what he was doing until he grabbed her legs and pulled her into position.
“What the hell?”
Dylan slapped her on the ass for her comment. “Mathew, feed your cock into this feisty sub of ours to shut her up.” A grin spread on Mathew’s face as he positioned himself in front of her. “Peter, get me the lube. I’m going to teach my pet about anal sex.”
“Yes, Master.”
* * * *
Mia swallowed hard. Her throat was closing over with the fear of what was about to happen. The last time she’d tried anal sex, well, really it was Jake trying anal sex with her, it had been painful and annoying. In no way was it sexy. She clenched her ass cheeks, trying to hold Dylan at bay. For her attempt, Dylan gave her another smack, much harder than his playful one before. “Don’t think you can hide from me, my pet. Now spread those luscious legs of yours, and spread your cheeks. I want to see my ass.”
God, what on earth was she going to do? She closed her eyes tightly, trying to gather the courage to do as he commanded. The tapping of something against her cheek reminded her that she was supposed to be giving Mathew a head job. How in hell was she supposed to give a head job, spread her legs wide, exposing herself completely, and spread her ass cheeks with hands that were still in restraints. This took multitasking to a new level. She opened her eyes and decided to fake a bravado she didn’t feel. She wanted to be everything they wanted her to be. So, legs wide, she tried to spread herself as far as she could. She licked at Mathew’s cock as he held it at its base. She then snaked her tongue around the crown, rasping over the sensitive nerves.
“As much as I love that pink tongue lapping at my cock, little sub, I want you to mouth more. Now suck.”
A sly smile spread across her face. Mathew had pushed her past her limit. She wasn’t some powerless victim to their ravishing. As much as she loved the image, she also held a great deal of power herself. They were at her mercy. “I’m so sorry, Sir. Should I do it like this?” Opening her mouth, she engulfed his beautiful cock. Sucking as hard as she could, she took him back toward her throat, careful not to gag. She felt like doing a victory dance when Mathew groaned and jerked. How fast could she get him to come? she wondered.
New plan, Mia thought to herself. She was going to make Mathew come and watch his punishment for failing Dylan. This was going to be so much fun. She intensified her mouthing of Mathew’s cock, rubbing her tongue against his length and humming.
“Fuck. Shit. Shit,” he hollered.
Her victory was so close. A hard smack to her ass jolted her, and she released Mathew’s cock before she bit down as a natural reflex.
“My naughty little pet is trying to make Mathew get into trouble. Well, how about we return the favor. You’re not permitted to come unless I make it happen.”
Okay, this wasn’t so much fun now. She looked up at Mathew with an apologetic gaze, hoping he would forgive and help her. The smirk on his face told her he was not in a forgiving mood. Even more, he wanted to make sure she failed. Damn! Her body jolted as she felt a cold liquid dripping between her ass cheeks. She clenched and gritted her teeth, preparing for the coming pain as she felt her ass cheeks being spread further apart.
Chapter Twelve
“Look, boys. Look at this beautiful sight.”
She cringed at the view she knew they were all seeing of her asshole and pussy exposed in the bright glow of the bedroom lights.
“Beautiful.”
She really didn’t feel beautiful spread like this.
“My boy, put my cock in that wet and dripping pussy. Mathew, get back in front of her and let her lick and suckle your balls, but don’t let her suck your cock. You’re going to be taking this pussy after I’ve prepared her ass.”
Mia’s eyes shot open. Okay, she knew that anal sex was probably in the cards, but she had a horrible feeling he was talking about them both taking her at the same time. She would be split apart. Those big, gorgeous cocks that she had appreciated earlier now took the form of deadly weapons. She should say something. She should call out her safe word. She should groan from the delicious feeling of Dylan’s massive cock working its way into her pussy until he was embedded balls-deep inside her. She felt stuffed and conquered. He then stayed stock-still until she tried wiggling and trying to let him know by her movements to pound into her.
* * * *
Dylan held still, careful not to explode. The feeling of her soft pussy wrapping round his cock was exquisite. He loved the feeling of his boy’s tight asses sucking on his cock, but they lacked this warm wetness. She contracted her internal muscles, trying to motivate him to move, and he was shocked by the strength. Shit! She must have the strongest pelvic floor known to mankind. When she came, she would milk him dry from the crushing force of those muscles. With that thought in mind, he decided to give up her near-virgin ass to Mathew. He wanted to be in her pussy as they both came. He used his finger to rim her ass and then slowly breached her hole. Her jolt of awareness gave him a shot of adrenaline. This woman could do so much to him. He nodded to Peter standing next to him to allow more of the lubricant to drip onto her ass. He wanted her all oiled up so she would enjoy this experience. He pushed the lube into her and twisted his finger, massaging the muscles and forcing them to loosen.
Mia sucked in a deep breath when he inserted the second finger. He decided not to stop and wait for her to adjust. He knew she would be thinking too much right now, and the best way to get her to stop thinking was distraction. He slowly started pulling out of her tight sheath and then pushing back in. “Pet, Mathew is waiting. Get that tongue to work.” While her mouth was occupied and her pussy was sending pleasure to her entire system, he continued stretching her. Scissoring his fingers, he forced her muscles to accept a third finger as he pumped them in and out. He felt the fluttering of her pussy and knew she was close to coming. From her fast reaction, he knew she was going to love anal sex. “New positions, boys.” He pulled out of Mia’s pussy, and they both groaned at the loss. He didn’t realize how unbelievably hot her core was until his moistened cock felt the air and wanted to run back into the warm cavern that was its new favorite place. “Mathew, you’ll take this virgin ass of hers.” Watching the shocked look on Mathew’s face made it so much better.
“Are you serious, Master? Really?”
“I wouldn’t have said it unless I meant it.”
* * * *
Mathew waited until Dylan lay down on the bed, and then he nearly threw Mia on top of him in his excitement to get inside her. Her arms were still in the restraints, so he held her up and positioned her over Dylan’s cock. Peter snaked his hand between them both and held Dylan’s cock up as he slowly lowered Mia, impaling her on Dylan’s cock. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen or heard as both she and Dylan moaned and groaned. Once she wa
s fully seated, he pushed her forward to Dylan’s chest. Peter handed him the lube, and he applied a generous amount on his cock. “Peter, play with our little sub’s nipples and get them nice and hard. Then pinch them until she’s begging.”
He positioned his hard cock at her ass and waited until Peter was tormenting her nipples before he started to push slowly in, breaching her ring of muscle. Goddamn! She was so tight his cock was being strangled. He panted when his crown and two inches of his cock was buried into her ass. He wanted to give her muscles a chance to adjust, and himself a chance to calm down. His balls were already drawn up, ready to explode. Looking at Dylan’s face over Mia’s shoulder, he realized he wasn’t the only one trying to hold off an orgasm. As he heard Mia moan, he pushed himself further in until he was fully seated balls-deep in her ass.
* * * *
She had never felt this full, this naughty, and this good. At first she thought she was being torn apart, but without the pain. There was discomfort but not pain. Now she just felt stuffed and the overwhelming need to be fucked. They had to move, or she’d go crazy with need.
“Peter, stuff pet’s mouth with your cock,” Dylan commanded.
She turned to look at Peter. She wanted so much to be filled completely. She thought she was before, until Dylan mentioned her mouth. Now she wanted a cock there, too. Raising her head, she took Peter’s cock as deep as she could in her mouth and lapped, sucked, and suckled. Both Dylan and Mathew started to move, alternating between pulling out and pushing in. The tempo was so slow it was killing her. She wanted harder and faster, and she tried to move her body, but she was trapped between the three of them. Three big, hot, hard bodies encasing her, this was more, so much more than she had ever fantasized about. She pulled her mouth from Peter and screamed, “Harder. Please fuck me harder?” She was panting, delirious with lust. There was nothing she wanted, nothing she needed more than for them to pound her. She would beg. She would plead. “Please, I need it.”
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