“I’m not a very smart woman.”
Carol reached over and placed one of her hands over her mother’s. “Stop. You are smart. What you aren’t, is educated. It’s not the same thing. I’ve seen you manage ten things at once, and I’ve seen you come up with solutions to tough problems. Please don’t be down on yourself.”
“Well I need to get educated. An educated woman would not have bought that malarkey Mrs. MacLean fed me. When I look back, I don’t even know why I did.” Her mother shook her head. “The thing is, I need to get educated, but book learnin’ was always hard for me. Sometimes, the words just didn’t make sense.”
Carol tilted her head to the side. “Like they were all mixed up on the page?”
Her mother nodded, and looked ashamed, as if the flaw was somehow something she’d caused herself.
“I know exactly what you mean by that, because that was my problem, too. Do you remember? When they diagnosed me with dyslexia?”
Her mother’s jaw dropped. “Is that what that was?”
“Yes, ma’am. And it’s definitely fixable. Maybe after dinner, we can look online and find some courses for you to take, to get some of that education you want.”
“I’d like that. I know you’re making a life for yourself in that Lusty.” She shook her head and then she smiled, an almost schoolgirl kind of smile. “That’s a real interesting name for a place.”
Carol giggled. “I know. And yes, I am making my life there. But it’s only a few hours away. I’ll come and visit, a lot. And you can come and visit me, too.”
“The whole family is coming to dinner tonight. But not Mr. Simpson from next door.” Her mother winked.
“I’m sure my sisters will be relieved.”
“Truth is, so am I.”
“Wait a minute. The whole family is coming?” Carol could count on the fingers of one hand the times that the entire family had gotten together for a meal that wasn’t a holiday.
“Yep. They want to get a look at the ‘men’ you were bringing home with you.” She looked around to ensure they were still alone. “The girls—all three of them—are convinced they both must be butt ugly or dumb as dirt.” Then she seemed to gather herself. “Are they? I’m telling you right now, it don’t matter to me one bit. If you love ’em, then I’m gonna love ’em, too.”
This felt different, this kind of chatting with her mother. It was something she’d wished for in the past, but had no idea how to achieve. The sound of men approaching told her they wouldn’t be alone much longer. So she got up and went around the table and did what she should have done the moment she saw her mother. She hugged her, and felt her eyes mist in response to the strength of the hug she got back. Then she whispered, “They’re both so gorgeous, the girls are going to swallow their tongues.”
“There’s my girl.” Her mom patted her cheek and got to her feet. Carol stood with her arm around her mother’s waist and prepared to introduce her to the men she loved and planned to marry.
Chapter 26
“So, this is the Naughty Maiden in need of a good paddling.” Warren looked entirely too sexy in a white silk pirate shirt. His black pants—rather, his black breeches—hugged his thighs, the button closures more taut than just moments before, when she first came out of the bathroom.
“It is. She tried to escape her fate, attempted to throw herself over the side of the ship. She does not yet understand that she is our captive…mere spoils of war. Ours to do with as we will.” Edward looked dashing as hell, too, in the tight brown leather vest, gaping at the front where the laces had been loosened. His breeches were of a soft doe brown, just as tight as his brother’s, and just as flattering to the growing erection pressing against them.
“Do I get no say in what is to become of me?” Carol gave them a half-forlorn, half-sassy look, with her hand splayed wide on her chest. Of course, that action drew the men’s gazes to her breasts. They’d given her a “saucy tavern wench” costume to put on. The outfit consisted of four pieces. The skirt was flouncy and very short, short enough to almost show off the tiny G-string panties under it. Then the white cotton blouse that had accompanied the skirt was very low cut. Over the blouse, a leather vest, cut in such a way as to frame and uplift her breasts. That piece had put her in mind of a bustier and had given her an idea.
Carol was wearing three of the four pieces, having chosen to leave the cotton blouse off. The result was that her breasts were bare, pushed up, and drawing the lascivious looks of the men she loved.
“Silence, wench. You have, in truth, had more say than can possibly be healthy for you. You have pushed us since we stole you off our enemy’s ship. Now it is time to receive your discipline.” Warren reached out and ran a finger over her breasts, just above her nipples, making her areolas pucker into pert points. “However, we do not wish to appear nothing more than vulgar brutes, so, my naughty maiden, you do indeed get a choice. Show her the paddles, Edward.”
“Aye, captain.” Edward reached over and opened the top dresser drawer. He put his hand inside and pulled out what appeared to be two Ping-Pong paddles. Of course, Carol knew better. They’d purchased the paddles online from an adult toy store. One was red, smooth leather over a wooden frame, with a long handle sculpted, presumably, to provide a good grip. The other was black and resembled the first except for the ribbing on the business end of the thing.
Carol thought her eyes crossed when she saw them. Certainly her body reacted to the sight of the items. Her nipples drew in even tighter, and her pussy leaked some of her cream.
“Well, my naughty maiden, which one will I use to caress your flesh?”
“The black one.” She licked her lips and then shifted her gaze from the paddle to her men.
“God help me, love, you can make me come with your eyes alone. Do you want me to use this black paddle on you? Are you sure?”
Carol loved it that her men liked to role-play, and that they really got into it. But she loved that they always put their concern for her first.
“I’ve about run out of ways to be naughty so that you would paddle me. Please. Just thinking about feeling that on my ass has me wet.”
“All right. Just give us the word, and we’ll stop.”
“What word?”
Warren blinked at her, and then looked over at Edward. “What do you mean, what word? Stop, I guess.”
“Don’t I get a safe word? That’s not fair. Jillian has a safe word.”
“How do you know that Jillian has a safe word?”
“Because she told me.” Carol tried for a sly look, but then, thinking of some of the things her almost cousin told her, she felt her face turn pink.
“Hmm, seeing that gleam in your eye and that color on your cheeks, I almost want to ask you what else she told you.”
“I wouldn’t tell you. Some things have to be just between us women.”
“I agree.” Both men said that at the same time.
Carol thought it likely that they really didn’t want to know anything quite so personal about their cousin’s wife. As randy and fun and dominant as they were in the bedroom with her, she knew outside the bedroom and with anyone else, they really were shy and reserved men.
“Did you have a safe word in mind?” Edward reached out and ran his finger in a line from her throat to the valley between her breasts.
“Manicure.” She giggled and then she winked, and she knew when they grinned that they understood why she’d picked that word.
It was under the guise of needing manicures that they’d come to her back in the spring. Needing to get close to her. Needing her.
And she’d been so pleased, because she’d had no idea how to go about getting close to them, which she had desperately wanted to do.
The men exchanged a look and then stepped back just a couple of feet. “Now it remains for us to decide, my naughty maiden, just how many swats with this paddle you should receive.”
“Captain, I believe one for each infraction would be an appro
priate number,” Edward said.
Warren looked at Edward and then met her gaze. One eyebrow went up and in that moment, Carol would have bet the farm—any farm—that Warren really was a dominant at heart. “I do not, in truth, know if I could count that high,” he said.
Carol supposed, in hindsight, that giggling wasn’t the response she should have gone with.
In the next instant she was over his lap, looking at the bedroom carpet. Warren Jessop could move when he wanted to.
Cool air caressed her bottom, and then two masculine hands caressed her naked flesh. She couldn’t reach the floor because Warren was sitting on the end of the bed, which was really quite high. So she laid one hand on the bed and used the other to grasp his leg.
“A few light pops, first, just to warm you up.”
She jerked when he landed the first swat on her left cheek, mostly because the sound of the paddle on her skin startled her. Then he landed the second, on her right cheek, and she realized these “light pops” didn’t hurt at all. Left, then right, again and then again, Warren didn’t hesitate or pause in his work of delivering them.
Her ass became warm, and that warmth grew and began to spread. Her nipples tingled and her clit shivered and her pussy quivered.
She hungered.
“Look how pink and pretty that is.” Warren’s tone bordered on awe, and she knew then that he really was a Dom at heart.
“Mmm. And she’s wet already, because I can smell her.”
“Do you want the real thing now, Carol? Do you want to feel my paddle on your ass?” Warren rubbed his hand over her bottom, and it felt as if that hand spread the heat. His fingers dipped down between her ass cheeks, and brushed against her slit.
She felt her juices slide out onto his fingers.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“We only want to please you, love. You know that, don’t you?”
“And I only want to please you. Please, darling. Give me what I want. What I need.”
She heard a swoosh a bare second before the sound of leather slapped on skin, her skin, in a stinging blow that landed on her left ass cheek and made her jerk. The sting brought tears to her eyes. “Oh!” The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt, or even ever imagined.
Smack! Her right ass cheek came alive with a lick of fire. “Ohh!” She didn’t want either of her men to think she was in pain. She thought that sounded more like a moan of pleasure than one of dismay.
Smack! Smack!
Her arousal ignited, going from zero to one hundred as the heat of the two quick blows traveled from her ass to her breasts to her clit. “Oh, God, it feels so good! Ohhh…” Her hormones raged as they swirled and dipped, and her cunt felt as if it was so wet it would begin to drip.
She heard a sound she didn’t recognize and then the next instant, she was lifted off Warren’s lap and brought back down on it again, only now she straddled him.
He’d dropped the paddle because both hands were free and both hands were in her hair, tilting her head up.
“I want you. I want to feel your hot wet cunt surrounding my cock. Tell me you want me, too. Tell me you want to feel me naked inside you!” He let go of her hair with his right hand and brought it down. He used his fingers to stroke her pussy through the tiny G-string.
Carol began to move herself against his fingers, trying to get them to brush her clit. She was so hot, so horny, that all she wanted was a cock in her cunt and one in her ass.
“You know I do. I want you to come deep inside me. Please, Warren, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast and deep.” She looked over her shoulder and met Edward’s gaze. “I want your cock in my ass. I need to feel you both inside me, fucking me, making me come.”
They’d all been tested and passed, and had decided they’d only use condoms for anal penetration from now on.
“Ed, help me.” Warren lifted her and she felt Edward’s hands on her, stripping off her G-string. Carol reached down at the same time, and opened Warren’s pants. His cock sprang free, hot and hard and ready to plunder. She fisted him, stroking with a firm grip. She brushed her thumb over the tiny eye, and then brought her thumb up and sucked it into her mouth.
“Dayum, woman, you fucking set me on fire.” Warren practically hissed his words, his gritted teeth a sign that she’d pushed him to his limits.
Carol wrapped her arms around his neck, cupped his head in both hands, and kissed him. Her mouth opened over his and her tongue dueled and danced, dipped and delved and devoured.
His mouth suctioned hers, as his hands gripped her hair. He took over the kiss, drinking her, so that she imagined he could gobble her up completely.
She would not mind that at all.
He broke their kiss and then stretched out, lying flat and moving her so that she was once more lifted. This time it wasn’t his brother who helped things along. She did what was needed herself.
She reached down, grabbed his cock, and positioned it at the entrance to her cunt. “Oh, oh, yes! So hot. So good!” The sensation of hot silky flesh filling her, fucking her, nearly made her come right then and there.
Edward reached past them to the condoms and lube they’d set out before their role playing began. As Carol moved and slid onto Warren’s cock, she grabbed Edward’s sleeve.
“Kiss me. I need to taste you both together.”
Edward proved he could be just as fierce, just as dominant as his brother. He combed his fingers through her hair, his grip firm. Then he pulled her head toward him, laid his mouth on hers, and ravaged.
Oh, how perfect this was, how hot, how savage! Something wild and wanton broke free inside her and she cried out, pulling her lips from Edward’s.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now. I need to come. I need you both fucking me so I can come.”
Urgency screamed, the white-hot need morphing into a desperation so fine, so demanding, that Carol wondered if she would survive. Civilization disappeared, replaced by the rawest, most animalistic craving she’d ever known.
Her men showed her now, as they always showed her, that they intended to give her all that she needed, and all that she wanted.
Warren began to move her on his cock, his thrusts steady and strong. His hips worked in concert with his hands that held her waist tightly.
Edward had tossed off his clothes, and she reached out for his cock, determined to fist him, to steal the tiny drop of pre-cum that felt oh, so silky on her thumb.
She sucked it and marveled that the taste was something far more than just a flavor. It was the essence of life itself.
“Down, woman. Give me your ass.”
Edward pushed, Warren pulled, and her head hit Warren’s chest. She moved on Warren, aiding him as his cock continued to move inside her.
“Fuck, this feels so damn good, I am not going to last!” Warren’s voice deepened, his breathing became choppy, and a fine, salty sweat broke out over his entire body.
“Hang on.” Edward sounded just as tense, just as triggered, as his brother. “I need to get this damn condom on.”
She heard the sounds and knew he’d managed it in record time. Then he spread lube in the crack of her ass, rubbing it back and forth over her tiny rosebud. He pushed into her with two fingers, fingers that knew how to work her to maximum affect. They had loved her softly and tenderly, and would again. But here and now she didn’t want or need soft and tender. Here and now she wanted hard. She wanted edgy.
She felt as if, being taken this way, by these men, she would be forever marked and forever theirs.
Warren opened his legs, and Edward stepped closer. Carol continued to counter Warren’s thrusts, and then Edward’s fingers came out of her, his hands gripped and then spread her ass cheeks, and he placed his condom-covered cock against her anus and pushed, in one slow solid thrust. Her sphincter opened and he slid balls deep into her.
“Oh, Edward, oh, baby, yes, yes, fuck me!”
Finesse had no place here. This was fucking, primal, almost violent, and it was wonderful.
Carol’s ass still felt hot from Warren’s paddle. Edward grabbed her hair with one hand, her hip with the other, and moved in her, hard and fast and deep.
So good, so hot, she knew it wouldn’t last. Out of control, a living thing, her orgasm spiraled up and up and up until finally, it exploded out of her.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” A shout of victory turned to a sob of gratitude as wave after stunning wave of the purest, most perfect bliss bathed her, inside and out, in joy and pleasure and wholeness.
Beneath her and above, her men, her lovers, her soon-to-be husbands shouted their release, sobbing as they ejaculated inside her. Warren’s hot seed bathed her womb and Edward’s filled the tiny pouch at the end of his condom, making his cock feel even hotter inside of her.
Carol became a part of the heavens, as one with the cosmos, as she glided, free, connected yet detached, as she sampled and savored how heaven would be.
Her heart raced inside her and she fought for breath. Every muscle in her body had contracted as she came, and now she felt them releasing, easing, with a strange mixture of satiation and pain.
Edward’s forehead rested on her shoulder and she felt a few drops of sweat land on her. Beneath her, Warren practically wheezed in his struggle to breathe.
“S’right?”
The single almost-word sounded as if it had been uttered at great effort. Carol understood the meaning and the sentiment. These men would always be concerned first and foremost with her comfort and well-being.
Her mind wanted her mouth to wax damn near poetical over this lovemaking. She wanted to tell them that it had surpassed rapture, that it had been transformative.
“Dead. Good dead.”
She drooled as she grinned when they both began to shake, and she knew they were laughing.
“Good dead? Only you, sweetheart.”
She could hear Warren’s heart still racing beneath her and could feel Edward’s panting breaths bathing her shoulder.
She could stay this way exactly for the rest of the night. An aftershock shivered through her and she felt a bit of Warren’s cum seep from her.
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