Deviltry filling his heart, Josh shook his head. “We’ve all been out here the same amount of time. That doesn’t seem fair to me.”
Her eyes grew wide as saucers.
Lucas shook his head. “Me either.”
She bit her lip and said, “Too many,” drawing out the syllables as she glanced at them.
Josh nodded as if he’d come to a decision. “I have an idea.” Delighting in the excitement warring with uncertainty in her eyes, keeping her guessing as to what they’d allow, he said, “We get to do whatever we want with you, and they get to watch, and if you behave, we’ll keep you for ourselves. When your sister nymphs show up, the others can chase them down for a fuck. If you told a tall tale about having sisters, then…” He snorted as if she’d be well and truly fucked with no one but herself to blame for fibbing.
The oh-shit look on her face was priceless, but she glanced at the others and then held on to him as she nodded. Her trust that he’d not let anything happen to her that she didn’t want was a precious gift. He gave her a smile, and she relaxed against him and cast a hesitant look at the other men. They might be playing a role, but the bulges at their groins suggested they’d improvise if she gave them the slightest hint she wanted them.
A wave of possessiveness mixed with protectiveness raced through him, and his hold on her tightened.
A rustic shelter in the clearing shaded an outdoor bed from the late morning sun shining through the oak trees. He placed her on the bed, and she sprang to her hands and knees and fled to the head of the bed. Biting her lip, she glanced at the others who had surrounded the bed. Her breasts were still loose, and his dick twitched as he watched the way they swayed, catching luminescent light, mixed with shadow, on her skin. The neckline on the dress hugged her beneath her breasts as if offering them up, and her nipples beaded even tighter.
“Y-you’re going to fuck me? Here? While they watch?” she whispered as she clenched her thighs together and squirmed. The telltale reaction, as she tried to pacify the arousal, spoke volumes.
Lucas removed a band of cloth from the backpack she’d carried and shook his head while the other men stood within a couple of feet of the bed. “Not yet, naughty one. You still need to be punished. Judging by how squirmy you are and how slick your little pussy is, you want them to watch. Guess you’ll just have to wonder.” He caught her to him and tied the blindfold in place. “Leave that there and we won’t tie you to the bed—unless you want to be tied to the bed?”
She shook her head vigorously and clenched her hands together. “I’ll be good. I’ll be very good.” Her lip was a little swollen because she kept biting it.
Removing the tube of lubricant from the backpack, Josh watched her for signs of anything other than arousal. Her chest was flushed, and moisture glistened on her inner thighs. “What’s your safe word, baby girl?”
That succulent lip got another workout, and then she whispered, “Rainbow.”
“Rainbow it is. Turn onto your knees.” She turned to obey him but seemed disoriented as she felt for the edge of the bed. “Help her back up toward me, Lucas. More. Good.”
His balls ached and tightened as she turned her ass to him. He saw how pink and swollen her pussy lips were and fought the animalistic urge to rip his jeans open and plunge deep, claiming her. Her breaths were rapid and uneven as she came another inch closer to him and bowed her head, making him smile.
“Rest your cheek on your forearms on the bed. Ass in the air.”
Her hands slid from the tops of her thighs to the bed, and he saw a tremble in her hands. A trace of flush over her hips and buttocks confirmed it was due to arousal and not fear. She lowered her cheek to the bed, with her butt tucked to her heels, and he summoned up a rumble of mock disapproval.
“You know what we want, little nymph. If you won’t obey, maybe I should let the others punish you and then break you in. Hmm?”
He smiled at her tiny muffled whimper. Her hands fisted the lightweight cover on the bed as she arched her back, lifted her ass, and displayed her pussy to them. A groan rose in his throat when arousal dripped from her as her tight pussy muscles flexed and contracted. Her clit was already a swollen little nub, poking out a little and begging for attention. Lucas hummed in approval as he unzipped his jeans.
“Damn,” one of the others whispered.
The first lumberjack said, “You have a beautiful pussy, little one. If the others don’t show up, I’m going to be in serious pain. You wouldn’t leave me that way, would you?”
Josh leveled a glare at him, and the man winked, reminding him this was safe, sane, and consensual role play.
Violet froze, but then she whispered, “My sisters will come.”
Another of the lumberjacks said, “I hope so because, if they don’t, you’ll be coming all day.”
The others murmured agreement as Josh opened the tube of lubricating gel. “Arch your back for me, nymph. Show me all of your pretty pussy and your snug, little ass.”
A shaky hand reached back to cover herself, but she stopped in time. “My ass? I haven’t…”
Frowning, he glanced at Lucas and saw his concern as well. He’d assumed when she’d voiced a ménage fantasy that anal play would be a given. Lucas placed a reassuring hand on her back as she wilted a little. There were questions needing answers, but they’d worked hard to craft this fantasy for her, and he didn’t want to lose the momentum of the scene.
Lucas caressed her and said, “Yes, sweet one. We plan to take your ass, your pussy, everything, both of us, inside you at the same time.” His hand slid to her breast and trapped her nipple between his fingers and tugged. He glanced at Josh and then leaned close and whispered, “We’ll take good care of you. Can you trust us?”
She turned toward Lucas and nuzzled his cheek with her lips and whispered, “I do, just…go slow?”
“Show me, baby girl,” Josh murmured. After a moment’s hesitation, she arched her back again, displaying her pussy and tight little asshole, and a sigh left her lips. He valued her trust but wanted answers…later.
Chapter Nine
Feeling exposed and oh so vulnerable, Violet waited as she presented herself to them. The thought of all of those men seeing her should’ve made her scramble to cover herself up, but the truth was their presence sharpened the heat, gave it an extra—slightly scary—edge. The dress, which sagged down her arms and pooled around her hips, left nothing to the imagination, except for all the erotic images rioting behind her closed eyelids.
Rough fingertips stroked her pussy, and she shuddered as she heard footsteps and the shift of bodies around the bed. They’re moving so they can see better! A low groan with a husky, sexy edge to it sent shivers sizzling along her spine and made her arch into the fingers stroking her. Those rough fingertips teased her, sliding against her engorged flesh enough to part her lips but not enough to slip in. Her pussy convulsed and felt so swollen. A hot blush filled her cheeks as she imagined the scene. How far would Josh and Lucas go in the presence of those men?
Those fingers returned, and she whimpered as one then two fingers delved into her opening.
“Oooohhh,” she moaned, hearing masculine murmuring over the sounds she made.
A hot, hard body curved around her on one side, making contact with her from hip to shoulder, and her hair was gathered into a bundle and wrapped around a hand. The gentle tug on the strands sent an exquisitely pleasurable shiver through her, and her skin tightened with goose bumps. Turning to that side, she brushed her lips against him and smiled. “Josh.”
“How do you know it’s me, baby girl?” he asked in a husky rasp, sounding pleased.
“You call me baby girl, but also your scent, and the way you’re holding my hair. You did that the other night, wrapping it around your hand.”
“You like it?” When she simply nodded, he tugged on it slightly and said, “Tell me.”
How could she describe the way she loved feeling tethered to him, to Lucas, with other men nearby? It
might be a kinky gathering but—
He jerked a little harder, drawing her attention away from her internal debate, and she said, “I love having my hair played with. My scalp is very sensitive, and I get all shivery when you handle my hair. It makes me sensitive everywhere.”
“That’s useful information,” Lucas said. His chuckle was so sexy, and she reached across the mattress for him, happy when he grasped her hand. “Love those dimples, baby.”
She turned her face to the mattress as the image registered, and her arousal shrank—again. A soft whisper above her led to the mattress jostling on the other side, and then she felt Lucas’s lips near her ear, speaking so that only she could hear.
“We’re working on your self-esteem later, baby. I love all of your dimples, but I was referring to the ones in your cheeks when you smile. Damn it, I wish you could see the vision you make right now, trusting us to take care of you, to pleasure you…to protect you. Your body is perfect. The way you move, the sparkle in your eyes, and the way you carry yourself, when you’re not feeling self-conscious, is so sexy.”
She wanted to believe them. She did.
Josh ran his fingers through her long hair, inspiring shudders. “You don’t believe in yourself the way we do, baby girl. It’s up to us to change that. It’s also up to us to punish our naughty little nymph.”
Shit. She’d forgotten. Why had Joseph scripted her as a naughty little nymph in need of discipline? Her brain had skimmed over that detail without weighing the ramifications.
Josh said, “What do you think, gentlemen?”
“Spank her.” She recognized the voice as belonging to the first lumberjack to speak earlier, the one who’d wanted Josh and Lucas to share her with all of them.
“Make her suck you off.”
“Don’t let her come!” Their numerous suggestions confirmed they hadn’t wandered off discreetly to other kinky pursuits when Lucas had brought out the blindfold.
“Tickle her.” The voice was Lucas’s.
While the others kept making suggestions for punishments, Josh leaned over to her and squeezed her shoulder. Had he observed the way she’d tensed at Lucas’s suggestion? He smoothed the hair hanging in her face over her shoulder and said, “Are you ticklish, little nymph?”
“Y-yes.”
“Interesting.”
“Please, Josh. I don’t want to be tickled.”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
If she did, the scene would end, and they’d put a lot of effort into it. “No, but…”
“Fair enough.”
“You won’t tickle me?” she asked, hoping like hell for a spanking or something else.
With a chuckle, he said, “I didn’t say that, now did I?” He tugged her hair gently and whispered, “You have a safe word if you need it.”
Lucas said, “Sounded like she’d rather have a spanking.” She could hear the mirth in his voice, and considered kicking out at him, but she bit her lip and held still.
I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Damned evil Abbott brothers.
Her insides clenched, and her mind warred with itself. She hated being tickled because she was guaranteed to pee or hurt someone trying to get away. She’d probably wind up face planting off of the bed. But they’d realize that and subdue her, and that thought got her even wetter.
Fine, I’ll just pee on them. It’d serve ’em right. And they have to sleep sometime.
The next second, she drew a sharp breath as a white-hot shiver raced across her skin from her shoulders to her hips, leaving a wickedly ticklish sensation in its wake and raising the hairs on her arms. It shouldn’t have felt good but ohhhhh… Her long, shaky moan was met by silence. Gooseflesh trailed down her spine, over her hips, and down the backs of her legs, and she almost collapsed on her forearms at the arresting sensation.
“I’m not sure that’s much of a punishment, Josh,” one of the lumberjacks said. “She sounded like it felt good.”
When they’d suggested tickling, she’d expected jabbing fingertips dug into her ribs, in the way she hated and couldn’t escape from. She’d expected tickles beneath her armpits, at her waist, the bottoms of her feet, and at her collarbones. Not this. She was liable to come if he continued.
Josh chuckled mercilessly and reversed the motion, this time dragging the edges of his fingernails lightly in a track heading back in the direction he’d come. She couldn’t control the shudders at the light tickling touch, and she panted and grew twitchy as he reached her ribs and slowed down.
“Oh God!” She was in paroxysms as he drew light, torturous circles over her lower ribs, edging higher. Hot and cold chills rippled through her body.
Over the pounding of her pulse in her ears, she barely heard him mutter, “Stay still, or I’ll have the others hold you down.”
Holding still seemed like part of the punishment, but she went statue still, internalizing the tremors until her tummy wobbled and her arms shook.
He raked his fingernails down in another white-hot track, and she cried out when, instead of continuing on down her legs, he stopped near her hips and traced her tailbone over and over with a lighter touch, making her ass and thighs twitch and undulate. Her face felt as if it was flaming with embarrassment at the way he had her gyrating. She was his marionette, moving and writhing at his command.
Her heart thundered as he continued down her legs, and just when she thought he’d move on to her knees and her ankles, he doubled back and used that evil tickling touch on the delicate skin at the crease between her thigh and her pussy. He tortured and sensitized her skin, and her pussy throbbed harder. His fingernails moved to the line between the top of her thigh and the bottom of her butt, and the barely-there whisper of a caress sent waves of shivers all over her body. Perspiration formed on her brow, and her throat grew dry from panting as he stroked back and forth but never over the same place twice, keeping her guessing. The bastard had the nerve to chuckle when her ass wiggled and wobbled back and forth shamelessly as he teased her.
“Motherfucker!” She sucked in a harsh breath, surprised at her language.
His dark chuckle promised retribution, and then his palm landed on the fleshy part of her butt with a harsh smack. “Shocking language for such a ladylike little sprite.” He landed another swat on her other cheek so she had a matched pair, and then he went back to tickle-torturing her.
The bed wobbled, and when his hands moved, she envisioned him in her mind’s eye behind her, looking at the most intimate part of her. A split second later she knew, when his tongue slid between her soaked pussy lips and rubbed gently at her swollen flesh before swirling around her clitoris. He rumbled in enjoyment, and the exquisite vibration echoed through her overstimulated nerve endings.
“Oh!” It’d be so embarrassing if she came while being punished. Who did that?
Not me! Oh God help me!
A hot mouth closed around one of her nipples, reminding her Lucas was there to punish her, too, and there were others watching as well. He gathered her other breast into his hand and squeezed and plumped as he sucked at her. Her breast felt swollen, and her nipples were so tight they stung. The twin stimulation at top and bottom was quickly pushing her up the ledge toward orgasm, and she struggled to control her breathing. She’d never felt so out of control.
This isn’t what I signed up for!
It’s not? Sure looks like the lumberjacks are indeed having their wicked way with you, missy.
Josh squeezed both of her warmed-up ass cheeks as he made an animalistic noise, still eating and sucking at her pussy. Her cunt twitched and trembled in excitement, and she felt so swollen down there. He seemed to love every second as he squeezed and stroked her ass cheeks some more.
Taking a few breaths, she prayed she had enough control to last through this punishment. Evidently, Josh sensed her determination because she heard his soft chuckle, and then his fingernails returned to her flesh, raking a hot trail up and down her ribs, making her see stars as the wav
es of pleasure stole her breath. He sucked on her clit as he switched to a light, tickling touch again, trailing his nails around her hip joints. Her pussy drew taut as a bowstring in anticipation. One more touch. Just one. Her body was in his thrall. He held her on the verge, lashing her with pleasure.
He swept his fingernails in trails over her abdomen, centering at her navel and traveling back and forth over her mound before running down the fronts of her thighs then swept back up to her pussy, and that was it. Her unintelligible cry sounded loud in her ears, and her eyes went wide behind the blindfold as a sensation like lightning seared her skin and a shudder worked outward from her center. Her locked joints held her in place, which magnified the orgasm tightening her core and then exploding within her. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. She only felt.
As her brain rebooted, she discovered she was boneless, pulsating, lying prostrate on top of Lucas. He might be suffocating for all she knew, but when she felt his body rumble under her, she realized he was chuckling as he held on to her. His face was practically plastered to her armpit, and his arms were wrapped around her, stroking her back. She shuddered as his touch caused aftershocks from Josh’s earlier “punishment.”
“I can’t feel my legs.” Josh nipped her butt and made her jerk, but all she could muster was a giggle. “Oh, there they are.”
His warm hands slid up the backs of her thighs and caressed her ass, making the spots he’d swatted tingle. “Beautiful.”
She snuggled against Lucas’s shoulder and smiled then squeaked when Josh’s thumb stroked over her rear opening. She tried to squirm away from his touch, but he followed her movements, and she realized he’d applied lubricant. His raspy fingertip woke multitudes of nerve endings, and soon she was squirming more against him than to get away.
Her body throbbed and tingled, and she could still feel his touch everywhere from the tickle torture, as if he’d sensitized every inch of her skin and left tingling track marks behind. He helped her back to her knees, and she rose to sit back on her heels to get her equilibrium.
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