by Tilly Greene
"Tonight you'll wear only what we give you, eat what we offer you, and take your pleasure from however we choose to give it to you."
Nodding her head, Liana felt her pussy tighten in excitement. James came around to her side, picked her up and followed Thorn into his office. Stopping in front of the grand desk, he set her on her feet and took a step back beside his brother.
"Present your tits to us, mon coeur."
They played like this before and she really liked it. Standing with her feet spread apart, she placed her hands under each breast, cupped the large balls of flesh and lifted them up and out. The tight nipples sat out over the edge of her fingers, allowing space for her men to play at will. It was moments like this she felt like a sex kitten, eager to please and be pleased.
Neither man came forward, nor did they look away from her face. Had she forgotten to do something? She couldn't think of anything but was about to ask when James came up and started to pinch one tip. Bliss and lust instantly raced through her body at his touch. As her eyelids started to slip close, Thorn stepped up, put a finger under her chin and brought her gaze over to his.
"No, Liana, we have something very important to tell you, so listen well. There will be no more sneaking out of the house while we sleep.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him hand something to his brother. “Only one of us can take these off you."
With a surprised gasp, her eyes widened as she felt something being tightened around her nipple. There was a little weight to whatever it was and a delightful pinch. Despite the temptation to see what was on her breast, she kept her gaze locked on Thorn's hazel eyes. She bit her lip in a bid to remain quiet while a similar item was added to her other breast.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw James bend over with his tongue sticking out. Her mouth opened wide, eager to speak, only instead a smiled bloomed when she heard a delicate tinkling from bells. She loved the sound they made. The jingle always seemed to fill her with joy and made her feel happy and carefree.
"Ooo, they sound quite delicious, can I see them?"
"In a minute, there's another piece to complete the set.” Thorn looked pleased but there still wasn't a smile on his lips. Suddenly, like a curtain opening and bringing light to a room, she finally realized how her leaving and walking home on her own had really bothered them. She was honest enough with herself to admit it hadn't been on purpose or to gain attention, merely she was a capable woman who needed to reaffirm her independence. This way, when they weren't around, she was still able to do for herself. She felt bad for asserting herself in a way that had worried them and was about to apologize when one of them sent her bells ringing and brought her back to the present.
"Another?"
"Yes, turn around and put your hands on the desk."
"Oh.” Doing what he said didn't take away the temptation to peek at what they had put on her. Of course, she knew there were bells, they softly rang out with her movements, but she was curious about how they looked.
One of them stepped up close, pressing their trouser-covered cock against her from behind. They used their feet to spread her legs further apart before leaning over her back and changing her position. She was splayed almost flat across the large surface before they moved away. Her breasts didn't make it to the surface, instead, they were free to sway and jingle at will.
There was nothing behind the desk to hold her attention, although it didn't matter because she was focused on her body and what they were going to do next. Slowly a finger slid down her crease and circled her rose. She could feel the cool lubricant being traced along the path. On the third pass, the tip paused and pushed for entrance.
"Hmmm.” The digit kept a steady rhythm, in and out, depositing more lubricant down the channel.
"Okay, now push out, there, there, a little more, perfect. And again...” Beads, four in total filled her ass. The first one in was smaller than the last and little space separated them. They were fused onto what felt like a solid rod of steel that continued on after the last sphere. Like the bells, it was a little cool, but also very slick. There was obviously a handle on the end because one of the boys started to turn the toy around in her ass, spinning and screwing it in until only the handhold remained visible between her cheeks.
"Lovely.” She liked this very much and found it hard to not swivel her hips, enticing one of them to thrust their cocks inside her pussy and release some of her pent up need.
Suddenly there were more bells ringing, slapping against her thighs as she shimmied around.
"Please, I beg you, let me see."
"Go ahead and walk around the room."
She stood up and turned around, looking at the guys, and knew, whatever she had on, she was keeping them on. The Michaud brothers looked like ravenous beasts that hadn't been fed in months.
Liana walked away from the desk, taking a path between them, and kept going to the doorway. She turned around and started back, stopping here and there to bask in the pleasure their gifts built inside her. At one point, she bent over and looked between her legs to see what was swinging back there like a tail.
"It's beautiful.” She stood up and held up one of her breasts so she could see those bells as well. They matched what she'd seen swinging freely from her ass. On an elegant silver chain was a multitude of mini silver bells and balls on various lengths of chains tracing down the length.
"Remember, only we can take these off you."
Walking up to them, pressing her naked body close to their fully clothed ones, Liana thanked them for the jewelry.
"Merci, I love them and the music they make as I move."
As one big hand moved around to cover her belly, she slipped away. Looking over her shoulder she asked what was utmost on her mind.
"Shall we fuck?"
"No, it's time for an aperitif in the living room.” Thorn offered with a wicked smile. “But first..."
He came over, kneeled before her, and looked up at her as he slid two fingers into her pussy and teased his big thumb over her clit.
"Oh yes.” This was what she wanted. Widening her stance, she put her hands on his head, hoping he'd lean a little closer and take the hard kernel between his teeth. James came up behind her, pressing against her rear and pushed the toy a little deeper in her ass while teasing the bells dripping from her nipples.
"Eager, aren't you, mon chaton."
"Um-hmmm."
"We'll fuck soon.” Before he finished speaking Thorn had clipped the end of her bell-covered chain to her nub drawing an immediate gasp of surprise from her, as well as ramping her lust up even further.
"Uhhh!"
"That's right, it can either swing free or follow your split down and back up to your clit. The chain traces your body fairly well, but there is enough slack so it won't ride up between your pussy lips too far. If it does then the bells won't ring, and we want to know where you are at all times."
Thorn stood back up and after placing a kiss on her shocked lips, waved her ahead of them.
"After you, Liana."
With a hesitant nod, she made her way out of the room and listened to herself walking. She was in serious trouble now. They stepped over a line she hadn't expected, but at the same time was thrilled that they had and wouldn't want it any other way. Problem was, at the start they'd all agreed to a no-strings relationship of sex. Now she wanted to be kept by them forever and this move, alongside their attitude, made it seem like they did as well. Walking into the other room, she decided this was something to ponder at a different time.
Kneeling between them on a cushion, she was handed a Kir Royal to sip. In the beginning they all spoke about their day, but it took little time for anything of substance to scatter. With everything going on inside her, her mind couldn't stay with the conversation. She kept slipping away into the comforting space where her body waited for fulfillment.
"Shall we move into the dining room?"
"Certainly,” she whispered, trying desperately to hold on to re
ality.
With a man on either side of her, they all moved into the dining room where she was laid upon a luxurious cushion placed down the center of the table. Once they had her positioned comfortably and to their specifications, she was told not to move.
"You may begin serving."
Thorn's announcement took her by surprise. She hadn't known anyone else was in the house, but was too far down their sensually laid path to care. She didn't bother to look away from her lovers, or comment on the quiet and efficient new presence. They were the only ones there that mattered.
Thorn fed escargot drowning in garlic butter to her, while at the same time his twin was playing with her nipples or some other place on her body. Later, James dropped a morsel on her belly and leaned over to lick it up. The muscles in her belly went wild with his attention and soon found some relief when he slipped a finger into her pussy.
For what felt like hours, she was pampered, fed, stroked, watered, and generally pleasured. She didn't think a meal could be any more delightful than this one had been. Even without obtaining a climax. Many times, she came close to the edge, but they'd pulled her back with some question or other. Liana was well beyond the realms of reality and could only think of being filled and fucked.
"Shall we have dessert later?” Thorn whispered around her breast while James licked the honey from her slit.
"Hmmm."
"We'll take your moan as a yes.” They helped her off the table, but made her walk unsteadily on her own as she assumed they would move back to the living room. “No Liana, we're going to James's cellar."
"The cellar?” Her back stiffened a bit at his words, not with fear but excitement. She hadn't been down there yet, but they'd mentioned it was where they kept some of their more elaborate sex toys. “Okay."
With one in front and the other behind, she was escorted through a connecting door, entering James's home and maneuvered down some stairs. A film of moisture covered her body by the time they stood before the door. The silver toy in her ass and the baubles attached to her nipples and clit, were keeping her on a knife's edge and she knew which side she wanted to fall over.
"Here we are.” James opened the door, stood back letting her go first, while they followed behind. The lights were on, low enough to see, but a bright spotlight called her attention to a bench underneath it. She walked up to the piece of furniture and moved her hands over various parts, and could tell immediately how it was to be used. The center bit would support her chest while the side planks is where her legs would go, leaving her ass up and on display. There were bands all around the well-padded bench to hold various body parts firmly in place.
Turning around she looked at what else she could see in the room. There was a low cage, suspension cuffs hanging from the ceiling, also a swing, and a wall with cuffs for wrists and ankles hanging at the ready. There was more, but she was so turned on by it all, she wanted to start immediately.
Standing before the bench, she placed her hands behind her back, widened her stance and waited for them to come forward.
"We're going to punish you for repeatedly leaving without permission.” Thorn advised her as he stroked a hand over her ass. “This behavior will stop here."
She didn't move a muscle or say a word.
James helped her up onto the bench until she was basically straddling the center piece. She wasn't entirely sure where to put her hands until Thorn helped settle them down along the wood legs. Her breasts hung down on either side, with her bells tinkling with her body's movement. Methodically, the guys worked to secure her arms and legs to the bench, stroking hands over her body as they went.
Liana felt only pleasure in the moment. She was eager for however they wanted to punish her. They moved away and kneeled on the ground in front of her.
"Do you want to give us your word, mon coeur?"
"No!"
The quickness of her response made them both laugh. Thorn continued when he once again had her full awareness.
"Okay. We have something for your mouth but I won't secure it. This way, at anytime, you can spit it out and give us your safe word, Dali I believe it is."
"I won't need it."
"Safe and sane, remember."
"But I want—"
"We know, now open wide.” Once her mouth opened, he lifted what looked like a big pacifier, only there was a cock on the end. James moved it forward until the tip rested on her tongue. “Remember, if you need to use your word, spit this out."
"Mmmm.” It tasted like chocolate. How they'd managed this, she would have to ask later, but right now, she wasn't letting it go. Besides feeling their hard-ons touching her, this was the first dick-like object she'd seen this evening and was eager to vent her passionate needs on it.
"I think she likes it.” Thorn laughed as they teased her into thinking they were going to take the tool from her mouth.
"Okay, let's get started."
They moved away, leaving her to enjoy the sugared cock in her mouth. Faintly she heard them moving around, but she wasn't paying the noises behind her much notice. Instead, she was looking at the cage sitting on a platform in front of her. It was a curiosity to her. The bars looked very real and placed maybe three or four inches apart. There was also framed out sections at either end.
An open-handed slap landed on her ass, pulling her immediately away from the possible usages of the cage and back to the two men behind her.
There wasn't pain as much as a sensory assault. She couldn't turn around and see who or what they were doing or move away from their intentions. The noise the smack had made was loud, sharp, intense, but the saying “it sounded worse than it felt” trickled through her brain.
Another slap landed on the opposite cheek, and another, without stopping. One side and then the other, her ass was being thoroughly spanked and she loved it. She was sent spiraling into a vat of pleasure when one of her lovers unhooked the bells from the anal beads handle and started to play with it in collusion with her other man who continually warmed her backside.
The chain hooked to her clit slapped against the bench, ringing wildly as they lavished attention on her needy form.
Swimming within the thick morass of bliss she'd found with each slap landing on her ass, each stroke from a hand over her heated body, screwing of the beads in her back channel, she listened to everything they said. The brothers were praising her and how red her rear looked, how well she took her punishment, and how much they enjoyed having her there before them.
Liana thought her pinnacle had been reached when one of them slid their cock into her pussy, bottoming out with their balls rubbing over her clipped nub. Her body ruptured, spasmodically clenching around the tool in her ass and the real rod thrusting in and out of her cunt.
When she thought she had nothing else to give, Thorn was in front of her, pulling her sugar treat out of her mouth and holding his cock in front of her.
"Suck on this, mon amour, take this one in your mouth."
She latched on and sucked as if her life depended on it, because she felt like it did.
Hands gripped her head, as he smoothly moved in and out of her mouth, while James continued to fuck her and play with the anal beads. All of this passion, mixed with her bells ringing non-stop, and she reached another peak.
Screaming around the cock spurting warm, salty cum down her throat and the other throbbing, shooting seed against the walls squeezing him, she decided this was everything she wanted, pleasure reincarnated.
It wasn't until they both stepped back, taking their rods with them, leaving her body feeling bereft of their presence, did she realize this was a mere taste of what was out there waiting for all three of them. There were no doubts in her mind. She wanted to experience more of this bondage and domination path, and only with them.
Chapter Five
In less than an hour, the media would be let in to view her show, write reviews and articles, and Liana was a more than a little nervous. Not because she thought there was som
ething she should've done differently, but because this was the end result of so much hard work.
The exhibition's program with her illustrations turned out beautifully, as did the postcards and other items visitors liked to take away from a show as a memento.
Taking a deep breath, she doodled as a means of releasing some of her pent up energy. There has only been one major change and it regarded both her fine arts supervising professor and another from the art history department from her university. Instead of a private showing with just her, they'd be here tonight, mingling and listening to the media guests. The new plan would allow them to make their own way through the show this evening. Tomorrow they'd come back and go through again with her for the verbal part of her doctorate.
She knew her subject very well, but like any normal person, add the word or idea of a test, and she became a little anxious. On her last pass through the exhibition she'd found a couple of little things to fix or change. A light's direction in one room, the position of a set of forms in another, and a couple label placements on others, but now she was pleased.
A smile bloomed across her face as she took in what she'd been drawing. A feminine form, kneeling with her arms locked behind her back. Yes, the night before last with her lovers was where she'd left all her worries behind. They had done what they'd claimed to do the first night at the Depravity Dance—tamed her to their cocks.
They would be here this evening. She asked them to attend for moral support and they accepted. Leaning back in her chair caused the bells hanging from her nipples to quietly tinkle. She loved her nipple rings. The gentle music they made when she moved and the pressure they placed on her hard tips was delicious. The silver pieces allowed her to feel both desirable and desired. While she was dressed, they were her naughty secret. Well, hers and her lovers’ secret.
Tonight formal attire was the required dress form. It fit both an opening and the show's subject. Armani had kindly created a gown for her, one perfectly suited for her position as hostess. A dark, navy blue satin strapless gown, with an empire waist and ended in a subtle train. Over this, she wore a matching short velvet jacket stopping beneath her bust. Wearing the ensemble, Liana thought she looked long and lean, elegant, like a modern-day Napoleonic fashion plate. To complete the whole image, she visited a well-known hair stylist to have her hair curled and secured in a loose updo, and finished off with a thin navy headband. She felt beautiful, even with a bit of make-up on.