by Tawny Taylor
Tight all over, she did as he asked, inching forward until her weight was balanced between her bent legs and the very edge of the seat. One of his thumbs traced a line over her nether lips and her thighs spasmed. A flare of need buzzed up her spine.
Was this torture? Or reward? Or neither?
Whatever it was, she was both in agony and ecstasy, heaven and hell. How long would he make her tremble and quake like this? Hours? She was sure she’d die if it lasted more than a few minutes. She’d ignite into a flaming inferno and burn.
But then later, after…
His thumb moved down, teasing her swollen lips again, and this time a moan slipped up her throat. She didn’t even try to swallow it.
“I love the way your body responds to my every touch.” This time, he didn’t just cruelly tease her pussy with a tip of his thumb, he pushed it into her tight opening. Her vagina clamped around it, both increasing her pleasure and her torment. “Oh yes, just like this.” He slowly withdrew it, until only the tip remained inside her then pushed it back in. “Damn, you’re tight. You aren’t untouched, are you?”
“N-no. But I’ve only been with one man, and we didn’t have sex very often. We broke up a long time ago.”
“Sweet goddess.” He pushed his thumb inside her once again, this time twisting his hand so that the tip scraped against the upper wall of her vagina. It grazed a super-sensitive spot she hadn’t known existed, and her hips surged forward. The air puffed from her lungs. A jolt of electricity buzzed through her body.
Sweet goddess was right! What was that?
He did it again and another shockwave zapped through her body. Her skin prickled. Droplets of sweat trickled along her hairline. Her stomach tightened.
Now gripping the seat for support, her hips high in the air, she abandoned her hesitation and rode his thumb. Back and forth, hard and fast. It was so good. So delightful. And yet so… not enough. Her body was craving something longer, thicker, harder. Filling her. Stretching her.
A total possession.
Halting her frenzied movements, she sank down on the bench and whimpered. “This is beyond mean.” Did he have any idea how confused and frustrated he was making her?
His smile turned wicked. He withdrew his thumb but only to replace it with two fingers instead. They inched inside her slowly filling her more completely but still not enough. “It’s all part of the training, my sweet bride. Patience.”
“I’ve got zero right now,” she admitted, wondering how much longer this cruelty would continue. Weren’t men supposed to be in a hurry to reach the Big O? Jim always had been. Her mother’s friends -- the ones who came in, grunted in the bedroom for a little while and then left her tearful mother and her behind -- had been in a hurry too. Or so it seemed.
What was wrong with this guy?
A set of heavy footsteps sounded outside in the hallway, and she twisted at the waist to look at the door through lust-hazed eyes.
Ronan. His body almost completely filled the doorway. And his presence totally filled the room. Looking as strong and fit as ever -- the doctors in this world had to work miracles -- he strode inside, closing the distance between them in fewer than three racing heartbeats.
And then he was there, towering over her, his gaze raking over her simmering flesh. Face first. Then breasts. Stomach. His gaze halted abruptly at her pussy, where Cayne’s fingers were still tormenting her.
“Is she ready?” he asked.
“Not yet. She’s wet and ripe. But I have to tell you, she’s very tight. I can just imagine how good it’s going to feel inside her.”
Why was she squirming at the way these two were talking about her? She should be appalled. Insulted. Absolutely livid. She was not their thing, just a faceless, nameless hole for them to pound their dicks into.
So, why was she ready to melt into a puddle of quivering goo?
Maybe because she was dying to find out the same thing -- how it would feel to have one of them filling her?
She could hardly believe this was her, the same girl who’d remained a virgin all through high school. Hadn’t had her first encounter until after she’d been dating Jim for over six months. And had been celibate since they broke up, reclaimed her virginity, both because she refused to give another man power over her in that way, and because she wanted to save herself for her future husband.
Now, she was practically begging a strange man to take her, and she was sitting here, letting him finger fuck her, while another man watched.
So bad. Sooooo good. A shiver of excitement shot up her spine.
She was quickly turning into the kind of girl she would’ve once labeled a slutty nympho. Like she had once called her mother. Stranger yet, she almost didn’t care. Still, she knew if she let herself think about it, the guilt would come back, stabbing her in short, agonizing bursts.
The two men swapped glances. No words were exchanged, but a message had most definitely been sent.
It was Ronan’s turn.
Cayne withdrew his hand, and Kaitlin’s body quaked at the loss. But there was little time for the overwhelming lust charging through her system to fade. Ronan slowly dropped to his knees and positioned himself directly in front of her, within reach. His gaze remained locked to her face for several moments before taking a slow, wandering stroll down her body. It came to rest on the throbbing tissues between her legs.
The pulsing heat got that much worse.
And then he bent over and… ohmygod what was he going to do? He wasn’t… No way! Men didn’t really like to taste a girl down there. Jim had told her that the one time she’d worked up the guts to ask him about oral sex. No, Ronan wasn’t going to touch her with his mouth. He was just getting a closer look.
A soft stream of air caressed her swollen labia, and she sighed. Back tight. Legs tight. Chest tight, she waited, the last breath she’d managed to inhale caught in her throat.
His fingers teased her folds then parted them. Another current of air gusted over her hard clit. She just about fell over. Her stomach clenched. She wanted to knock his head away. But then again, she didn’t.
“Hasn’t anyone ever tasted your pussy?” Ronan asked, sounding shocked.
“No. Never.”
“Mmmm. I can hardly believe our luck.” His head inched forward.
“Yikes!” Her bent legs clapped around his head.
Ronan’s fingers curled around her ankles, tight, like cuffs. He pulled his head free. “Cayne, I think we need to move our nervous bride somewhere else.” He stood, took her hands in his and coaxed her to her feet.
Her legs barely held her weight. She teetered between Ronan and Cayne, warm juices dripping from her pussy, coating her inner thighs. He stopped in front of a bench that was somewhat similar to the other one, but it had a back on it, inclined at about a forty-five degree angle. The seat was tiny. When she sat and leaned back, a fair amount of her bottom was hanging off the edge.
Ronan pulled her legs apart, wider, wider, until the muscles of her inner thighs burned slightly with the stretch. It was a good kind of burn, most definitely. Another sensation to add to the other delicious scents and sounds and feelings pummeling her system.
“I’m going to make sure you don’t deny me this time,” Ronan warned, lifting a thick leather cuff high enough for her to see. Bending down, he wrapped it around one of her ankles. And while Cayne attached similar ones to her wrists, Ronan secured her other ankle in a second one.
“Now the fun begins.” Cayne pulled on the cuffs around her wrists, dragging them higher, until her arms were extended straight up over her head.
Legs strapped wide apart. Arms overhead. Body ablaze. Lungs deflated. Could it get any worse? Any better? She couldn’t even imagine how.
And then Ronan showed her how. He parted her nether lips with his fingers and dragged his tongue down her center, from her clit to her anus.
She let loose with a keening wail. Embarrassed, she clamped her mouth shut and held her breath.
Such wicked pleasure. She’d never known it could be like this. How little she’d known, obviously.
“I see we’re going to be starting from the very beginning,” Ronan said, lifting his head to spear her with a sharp, hungry gaze. His tongue slipped out, traced his lower lip and then disappeared once more in that wonderfully naughty mouth of his. “Cayne, the goddess has blessed us with a very special gift in this bride.”
“Yes, she has,” Cayne agreed, looking just as inflamed with lust as Ronan.
“She is the sweetest woman I’ve ever tasted.” Ronan stood, stepped forward, straddling her hips and caught her head between his hands. “Taste.” His tongue swept into her mouth, carrying the succulent flavor of her own sex with it.
She moaned, the sound swallowed by Ronan. And while Ronan’s tongue danced and writhed in her mouth, Cayne took his place between her legs and took his first taste of her burning flesh.
His groan sent yet another whimper racing up her throat.
Tongues and teeth, in her mouth and on her most delicate flesh. Driving her mad with desperate desire. The torment went on and on. They sent her soaring to a new and thrilling place where sensations condensed into one churning mass and her entire being seemed to fade away. And then they withdrew, leaving her panting and twitching and begging for more.
Then they backed away and stripped off each other’s clothes, stroking hard chests and washboard abs. Thick thighs and shoulders rounded with hard muscle. Their cocks were both as huge as the rest of their bodies. Way too big for her.
They couldn’t put those inside her!
Once again, fear returned. But the chill of her dread barely reduced the blistering heat in her body.
Trembling, she watched them unfasten the cuffs. Arms and legs free, she didn’t wait for them to tell her what they were going to do next. She’d had enough for one day. She ran toward the door.
They raced past her, forming a hard male wall between her shaking self and the door. And suddenly it struck her.
Why it took so long to truly sink in, she couldn’t say.
Two domineering men were standing before her, nude, hard, ready. The lust in their eyes scorched her skin.
She quivered.
Two men. Two powerful, seductive men wanted her. Couldn’t get enough of her.
Ronan lunged toward her, snatching her wrists in his huge fists. He coaxed her away from the door then turned to crush her between his powerful body and Cayne’s. She shuddered as lips skimmed over her cheek, teeth scraped her neck, hands branded her breasts and stomach.
She’d never thought she’d ever have the guts to be dominated by two powerful men, like in her favorite book. They were about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. Fantasies she’d never realized she had. She hadn’t thought it was possible. But ohhhh, the wicked pleasure…
Chapter 4
Ronan was losing his battle with himself, his control fading fast. Damn it all to hell, their lush little bride was too sweet, ripe, wet and tight for him to resist. His hands were shaking, for christsake. Erotic tension was tugging every muscle in his body so taut it felt like he was going to snap and shatter into a million little pieces.
But the price their bride would pay if he lost control completely was too high. She might be wet and ready, but she couldn’t take him yet. His thick rod would physically injure her. And his rushed, selfish fucking would do even more damage to her emotionally.
It was obvious she’d never been with the kind of man who knew how to give a woman pleasure. She deserved so much more than he’d be able to give her in his current desperate state.
Fucking hell!
Her lack of experience was both a wonderful gift and a terrible curse. It would take that much longer to prepare her for the claiming. But, the ecstasy they would enjoy. He could already feel her tight sheath gripping his cock, milking it. Oh yes…
Training. Back to her training.
Cayne’s prick was not quite as thick as his. He’d have to be the one to take her first, help her learn to accept their size. Cayne would also be the lucky bastard who’d fuck her ass during the claiming. There was absolutely no way she’d be ready to take him in her anus so quickly. It was going to be close to impossible to prepare her for Cayne.
One thing was clear, however. She was a natural submissive and reacted nicely to being bound. That was one battle they wouldn’t have to face. Not all brides were by nature submissive. Some had to be taught.
Ronan let Cayne be the one to steer their reluctant, frightened bride deeper into the dungeon. He opted for the kneeler. A good choice. For one, they could completely control her range of movement as well as limit her sight. Cayne would also be able to control the depth and pace of his thrusts as he fucked her.
She struggled a little when they forced her down to her knees and over the raised support. It didn’t take much to get her secured into position. Cayne scooped up a rabbit fur flogger that had been lying close by. Ronan went to gather some additional supplies. Lubricant and a slim anal plug.
As Cayne used the ends of the fur tails to tickle and tease their bride, Ronan slicked up her anus with lube and gently inserted the tip of the plug into her puckered opening.
“Don’t ever run from us,” he growled. “Or you will be punished severely.” He literally trembled as he watched the ring of muscles clamp around the toy. Fucking their bride’s ass would be absolute rapture.
Leaving the toy in place, he walked around to the front and knelt on a cushion, putting his cock at her mouth level.
She lifted glassy eyes to his. Her trembling lips parted. “P-please. Have I been so bad that you have to discipline me for so long?”
“No, Kaitlin. Outside of running away, you’ve been very good. The line between punishment and reward might seem unclear to you at this point. But it will become obvious with time.” He cupped his cock in his fist and swayed his hips, letting the tip of his prick slide over her full lower lip. His precum glossed the plump flesh, making it look like a slick, delectable treat. He ached to kiss her more, to drink her flavor. To possess her mouth. And her body.
His body screamed its demand.
He eased his hips forward, forcing the head of his cock into the warm heat of her mouth. Obediently, she opened wider, taking him deeper. Her tongue cushioned the underside. Her upper teeth scraped over the flared ridge.
The worst kind of agony gripped him, sending white hot shards of lust bursting from his center, like sparks from a kicked log.
Yes, rapture.
* * *
Kaitlin was utterly lost in ecstasy. Totally and completely too.
She didn’t just want to have sex with these men, she wanted to be overtaken by them, to surrender her body to them, and experience what she’d only read about. And she wanted all of that right now. Not five minutes from now, or even three. This very minute.
Something had been inserted in her anus, and it felt so good. And now, as she opened her mouth to accept Ronan’s thick member as deep as she could, Cayne was teasing her slit with his cock. Up and down it went, the motion stirring up all kinds of wonderful sensations in her body.
So helpless. So vulnerable. So… hot.
With Ronan’s rod filling her mouth, she couldn’t beg for relief. All she could do was moan and whimper and lick and suck and hope that they’d have mercy on her soon. Before she passed out from heatstroke.
She had never heard of a girl dying from sexual desire, but wow, did she feel like she might if one of her cruel Masters didn’t fill her pussy soon.
It was almost impossible, but she tried to focus on what she was doing to Ronan’s cock. When he withdrew she lapped at it, swirled her tongue round and round the ridge circling the head. And as he plunged inside again, she sucked him as hard as she could, cushioning him with her tongue while letting her teeth gently scrape across the top. It was working, for a short time, but then Cayne started pushing at her vagina, begging entrance.
Everything else faded away.
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p; Ohhh, he was huge. Much, much bigger than Jim. And her opening was too tight. It burned, and her body tensed. She whimpered, scared and yet desperate for him to keep going.
No mercy. Please.
He eased up. Withdrew completely, and she wanted to cry. A second later, more cool, soothing lubricant was spread over her burning tissues and he returned. Pushing. Harder. Harder still. Her opening stretched wider, wider.
Finally, he slipped inside, and a huge wave of relief washed over her. That wave was followed by another, a very different kind. Tingly, pulsing energy.
He didn’t move within her for several seconds, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion. He reached around to her clit and stroked it. More heat. More energy. More agonizing need. He started moving within her, slow strokes, in and out. The friction stirred up yet more waves inside her body. Something was building, a tightness she’d never felt before.
“Sweet goddess.” Ronan’s invasion of her mouth continued, the pace of his thrusts falling into time with Cayne’s.
Taken by two men, oh God! So good. So right.
So tight all over.
Her legs trembled. Her breaths came in short bursts, leaving in hard huffs. Her skin simmered, like she was lying under a tropical sun. Her insides were twisting and turning, and a storm cloud was whirling and churning. Bolts of lightning flashed behind her closed eyelids.
And then something happened. A wonderful sensation whisked up her chest, to her face. Colors exploded in her vision and her whole body shook and pulsed and throbbed. She heard a matched set of male groans. Their thrusts changed. Harder. Faster. More urgent. Twitchy sensations pricked her pussy, her clit burned.
Too much. Too intense.
They didn’t stop.
The twitches did, though, and more warmth suffused through her insides. She felt her muscles pulling tight, like springs ready to snap. Her blood pounded through her body.
Harder, oh yes. Take me.
She soared once more to that mystical, magical place. And again… oh yes… the waves rolled over her, hammering her body like a storm-tossed sea. Her pussy milked Cayne’s rod. Her ass spasmed around the slender toy still tucked in her anus. And hot, salty cum filled her mouth. She swallowed fast, taking every drop. Sucked hard, desperate for more.