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by Natalie Knight

  It has a very adult ring to it, I think, and adds an entirely new element to our experience.

  It’s clear she’s damn happy with my mouth and is rightfully grateful. I lean in and kiss her forehead.

  On top of being dominant, it’s important to also be caring and reassuring. And besides, I could kiss that beautiful face all day long.

  I place my hands on her clavicle and trace her collarbone with my thumbs, my fingers traveling along her shoulders. Soon, my hands are running down to her forearms. I’m just enjoying exploring every inch of this immaculate body.

  My hands find her wrists, and I caress from the top of her forearm down to her palms. I’m finding every way I can to relax her body.

  What I want to do to her is going to require sheer tranquility, and it’s my responsibility to deliver that.

  I grab her wrists tight and hold them together for a moment, establishing my next move and gauging her limits. She’s not remotely fazed by my restraints, and I green light myself to go on.

  I release her arms from my grasp and bring my hands to myself.

  I reach over to the belt I’d set aside and deliver a devilish grin. The way she looks back at me with those sultry fucking eyes is just going to get me every time. I’m pulsing and throbbing for her.

  I want to take her any way I can, but I don’t dare skip over the important parts. The anticipation is much too thrilling to spoil it all.

  I bring her wrists together again, this time with my leather belt in my hands. I wrap it around her wrists separately and pull it tightly together, forcing her wrists to touch and her skin to rub slightly against the leather.

  I wrap it around again for good measure before tying off the belt. It’s an appropriate makeshift bondage tool.

  Besides, I know she wants it. She’s dying to be my slave—and fuck yes, I’ll give it to her.

  Her arms are now bound behind her, and I’m in full control. She could still fight me if she wanted to, but let’s be honest…she doesn’t want to.

  I caress her body up and down, just admiring her phenomenal curves. I start up at her hair, touching the crown of her head, and run my hands to the back of her skull so I can massage her scalp. I’m gentle, easy about it, but taking full note of the fear and trepidation in her eyes.

  Then, just when I have her cooing and thinking all is well, I roughly grip my hand through her hair and pull her face to mine, giving her a sudden, passionate, rough kiss.

  When I pull away, my hands travel down to her neck and shoulders, and I feel her tremble at the brush of my touch against my skin. It’s soft-hearted, but so controlled.

  “I want to play in your world,” she admits.

  “Oh, but we are, love,” I assure her.

  “Don’t be silly, Matt. You’re taking things easy on me. Show me what you’ve got,” she eggs me on. “Show me what Matthew is made of. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

  “Are you really supposed to be giving me orders, missy?” I ask.

  “No, sir.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  “Will you please give me a taste of what you’d like to do? I’m really dying to please you,” she begs.

  “What a great little slut you are,” I comment. “I suppose good sluts get rewarded, right?”

  She nods her head. I stop for a moment and think about my next move. I step up and away from her to get my gears turning and to find some inspiration from the room. She peers at me over her shoulder.

  I order her to turn back around, “I didn’t tell you you could look, Meg.”

  Immediately, she brings her head back to a forward-facing position and lies unmoving for me. I fumble through my suitcase, dig through my clothes and belongings, knowing exactly what I want.

  I find it after a moment and finally click the luggage closed. I walk back over, standing directly in front of her.

  She peers up at me, wondering what will come next. I open my hand to reveal a stress ball, offered to me by one of my many clients. Her eyes widen, and she smiles. Then she promptly widens her jaw to accept her makeshift ball gag.

  I have this perfect little slut right in front of me, bound and gagged and ready to take my cock inside of her. I push her down onto the bed and spread her sexy legs apart.

  Seeing the anticipation in her eyes, we lock into a stare, and I know she wants to look away. I hold her face straight and steady.

  “Look at me,” I order, and so she does.

  This is the grand moment she’s been waiting for. Fuck, if I’m honest, I’ve been waiting, too—I’ve been waiting my entire life for a girl like Meg. She’s a fucking goddess, but she’s about to be brought down off her pedestal by me.

  She stares at me deeply, and a million emotions are being exchanged. I position myself against her pussy, hold her hips, and don’t even blink.

  You see, I refuse to miss a moment of her perfect reaction to when she finally gets to feel my cock fulfilling her every need.

  Chapter 26

  Meg

  His eyes darken and search into my soul.

  He’s looking to consume me…and I can’t wait.

  It’s what I’ve been nervously waiting for. It’s what I want, and yet I feel so very exposed.

  He drags his massive, hard cock against my soaking pussy lips. I’ve been aching for his cock this entire time, and I finally get to have it.

  He’s been teasing me, exploring me, getting me all worked up over every touch so that this moment will be incredible.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I nestle further into the bed. Matt grabs my hips with both hands and thrusts his cock into my pussy. I take his full length and cry out in ecstasy as he fills me up.

  “Is this what you’ve been waiting for, slut?”

  His words reverberate through me as I fall back into a submissive state.

  I nod my head furiously and whimper through the Styrofoam, doing my best to answer despite my mouth being stuffed shut.

  “Mmmm...that’s right. Take my thick cock in your tight little slut hole.”

  Matt is intense in his own element but in a very good way. His cock throbs in my cunt, pulsing against my pussy lips.

  I don’t understand how I can get so wet from just his words. Matt’s so spectacular in every way tonight, and right now is no fucking exception. I thrust my hips up and arch my back as much as I can, taking his cock deep into my cunt.

  The head of his man meat pushes solidly inside my pussy walls with each thrust, but I can’t help wanting it even deeper. I raise my legs up, resting them on his shoulders. He holds them up as he shoves into my pussy.

  I scream out for him with a muffled but unmistakable pleasure. His cock pulses inside me, stretching my hole temporarily. He moans for me, loving the feeling of my pussy wrapped around his cock.

  He pulls out of me and lifts me off the bed. I stand, patiently waiting for my next instruction, as Matt climbs on top of the mattress and lies down.

  He motions for me to climb onto him and, after I do, he spins me around, so my ass rests on his chest.

  Then, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me up on his groin. He spreads my legs, so I’m sitting on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position.

  My arms are still tied together behind me, so I require some guidance. It serves as another reminder that while I might be on top, Matt is still in full control.

  Thinking of his dominance makes me tremble—but I want it so very bad.

  He pushes his cock back into me from behind and grabs my hips, rocking my cunt against him with full force. His shaft is pressed against my G-spot, constantly rubbing against it and almost pushing me over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan around the gag.

  The stimulation of my G-spot is just too much. I’m fucking aching.

  He thrusts into me from below, and the movement causes even more incredible sensations to flood my body.

  Matt forces my hips up and down on him, my knees helping me bounce against his cock
. His hips flex up with each downward motion of my own body. We meet forcefully in a steamy passionate union.

  My orgasm is imminent and uncontrollable.

  I throw my head back and spit out the ball gag to shout, “I’m gonna come! Please, sir. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck.”

  I bite my lip hard and try my best to cope with the intense pleasure since my hands aren’t available to me. My fingers are laced together behind me, and that’s all I can do.

  Matt, at last, says the words I’m dying to hear, “Okay, baby, ride that fucking cock. And I want you to come.”

  His breathing becomes heavy, and his fingers dig into my hips. As my cum floods out of my pussy, Matt’s cock explodes inside of me, mixing our juices together and filling me completely.

  It feels so fucking good.

  “Oh, Matt, fuck! Baby, I’m coming so hard for your big fucking cock,” I moan.

  My entire pelvis is throbbing and aching from my orgasm.

  I try to keep our cum trapped in, enjoying the stretching, pulsing sensation, but I’m overwhelmed.

  We sigh in unison, and our combined juices come rushing out with cataclysmic pressure. I moan and whimper for him as I come down from my climax.

  I look over my shoulder at Matt and see him panting as he admires my body, enjoying the view of my restraints keeping me under his control. He lifts me off his cock and moves forward, allowing me to sit up on the bed.

  He’s still panting as he removes his belt from my wrists. My muscles appreciate the freedom, but my brain tells me I could stay tied up forever…if it’s for Matt.

  “Meg, you’re so fucking good,” he says to me, and I light up, excited by his words.

  “Why? Why me?” I ask, curious. “And you were fucking wonderful yourself.”

  “You’re speaking to me like we’re finished, slut,” Matt interjects.

  I feel a lump form in my throat. I don’t know how to respond. All I know is that my eyebrows are arched so high and my face is so tight that I could pass for a vintage doll at a museum.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely up for more, but I can’t imagine what more can be out there for us. How deep does this night—and his cock—go?

  Before I can really even collect myself, Matt is off the bed and is fishing through my clothes that have been thrown onto the floor. He finds the garment he had in mind, and approaches me.

  He greets me with a kiss, and as our lips meet, I feel fabric pushed against my pussy lips. He scoops up a helping of our cum and rubs it into the pair of panties in his hand.

  As our lips part, he balls up the underwear and presses it against my lips. I open my mouth, and he pushes every cum-covered thread of my thong between my teeth, the most drenched part sitting directly onto my tongue.

  Just like that, I’m soaking wet again—on top of already being drenched in our fluids.

  My head is spinning, trying to process Matt and his different strain of dominance and how much I love being his counterpart.

  He lifts me to the edge of the bed, my legs now dangling. I rest my hands above my head and shudder as he rubs his hands from my tits down to my inner thighs. Every nerve is ignited as his fingers run along my skin.

  When he greets my thighs, he grabs my legs and spreads them apart.

  I’m not ready yet.

  I’m still quaking from my last climax. I feel oversensitive. He’s too much to handle.

  One more orgasm and I might not come back down to reality.

  His hard cock presses against my cunt again, teasing my pussy lips with his sexy, thick man meat.

  I tongue at the panties that have been shoved into my mouth in an attempt to moan. Matt looks up at my face, smiling. He places his cock on my clit, getting it wet from all of our cum still sitting on my cunt.

  Then, he pumps his cock in his hand, rubbing cum onto it and spitting on it for more lubrication.

  The sight of him doing it makes me so hot—and yet his dominance is imminent. He won’t stop, I know, until he’s satisfied that I’ve been tortured enough.

  Matt raises my legs onto his chest, and my calves rest on his shoulders. He presses the head of his cock against my asshole and gently eases himself inside of me.

  Oh fuck, not this. I can’t take it.

  My asshole twitches at first, but it relaxes as soon as he slides his massive cock into my hole.

  “Good slut. Take my whole cock into your ass,” Matt commands. “Be my whore.”

  He winks at me, and I breathe in deep as I try to relax my ass, but who could, with this giant cock pressing in?

  Slowly, he pushes the rest of himself inside me. I try to adjust, but nothing helps. I just have to accept the situation, and soon, I’m moaning, purring for him.

  He’s all the way in, and I’m exhilarated.

  He thrusts slowly at first as he watches my face and sees me really let go for him. I moan deep in pleasure, my skin crawling with tingling sensations.

  His thrusts grow stronger and faster. I feel like I’m fucking flying, so full of his cock. His face is glistening with sweat, and his chest is tight, his breathing heavy from pounding his cock inside my ass.

  He watches my face the entire time.

  As his cock thrusts hard, in and out of my tight, little asshole, he puts his finger on my clit and starts rubbing it in a fast, circular motion.

  And that’s it.

  I’m done for.

  As I soar through my cloud of pleasure, I feel my clit throbbing hard under his finger. I start thrusting my hips up as he pounds into me.

  I hump my clit on his finger as he rubs it. I’m taken to new heights of wild abandon as I soar high into an intense orgasm.

  My cunt flexes so hard, and Matt’s cock is covered in fresh cum as it pumps in and out of my ass.

  He thrusts his cock inside me a few more times before he pulls out. He strokes his cock and shoots his cum all over my body.

  The first load sprays on my face, covering every inch of my features. My eyelashes, my nose, my cheeks, and my lips are all coated in his warm cum.

  He expels another load onto my chest and stomach; it falls mostly on my breasts and even into my belly button.

  Finally, a few drips trickle out and land directly onto my pussy and my clit.

  I like to be covered in his cum like the naughty little slut that I am.

  I smile at him and lick my lips, my tongue getting a generous heap of cum that slides right in and down to the back of my throat.

  Yum. Matt’s essence is everything to me.

  He’s staring down at me, proud of what he’s accomplished.

  At last, I can meet his gaze without hiding. I don’t know what it is, but I feel connected to him now, like we understand each other.

  He gets off the bed, leaving me naked. By the light of the candles, my body glistens with his cum. It’s romantic and sexy and fucking wild.

  He’s not like every other dude, he’s…different.

  “Now, how about I pop open this wine and pour you a glass while you freshen up in the shower?” He kisses my head. “We can spend the rest of the night lying in bed together.”

  “That sounds…good,” I respond.

  I make my way to the shower, to the confines of the sumptuous bathroom. I turn the water on in the tub and crawl in, my limbs and pussy sore from everything that has just occurred.

  Fuck. I think I’m in deep with Matt. I think I like him more than I want to.

  I dip my head under the water and try to shake the feelings, but they won’t go away.

  Chapter 27

  Ian

  My brothers and I have gotten nowhere in determining who should have Meg.

  One thing is clear: she can only have one of us—and yet it’s becoming increasingly obvious that this is a hard choice for her to make.

  We’ve always competed for women, but in the end, only one brother always wins. That’s how it works. We can’t all have the same girl.

  And frankly? I’m becoming a little dishearte
ned by the whole process.

  I’m ready to have Meg in my bed on a permanent basis. I want to experience her night after night.

  The fact alone that I’m having these feelings is worrisome. Usually, I don’t care so much about one woman, but there’s something about Meg that makes my cock hard just thinking of her.

  Maybe it’s her long auburn hair. Maybe it’s her beautifully toned body. Maybe it’s the fact that her hot lips around my cock can bring me to an orgasm in a second.

  And now I watch her as she sunbathes by the pool. It’s one of my favorite things to do.

  She’s taken to relaxing in the afternoon every day in the sunshine. I don’t blame her.

  In fact, I wish I could join her. I wish I could be down there with her, stripping her bikini top off with my teeth.

  I ponder this tantalizing thought for a while before there’s a knock at the door.

  I cross my extravagant room, though it’s more like an entire wing of the house. I open the door to find my three brothers staring at me.

  “Hey, what’s with the party?” I say, not at all surprised to see them.

  I’ve known this day would come. The day of reckoning is finally upon us. It’s evident that each of us is falling for Meg in different ways.

  And there’s no way we can continue like this.

  Evan walks in first like he owns the place. “We need to talk about Meg.”

  Then, Paul enters. “I can’t take this anymore.”

  And finally, Matt saunters in. “We have to resolve this…now.”

  “I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Matt. You were just with Meg the other night. She should still be in your system,” I say with a tone of contempt.

  “Oh, trust me, she’s still in my system,” he says haughtily, and I fume.

  I can’t hide it from my voice. Envy and jealousy permeate my every thought as I look at my brothers and realize they’re all as equally into Meg as I am.

  Damn my fate. Damn this family. For once, I want out.

  I want my own life. I don’t want to have to compete with my brothers forever.