by Julia Sykes
I felt Joseph’s fingertips skimming my sides just before I felt the rope wrap around my chest, beneath my breasts. At first, it was little more than a soft caress. But as he began to wind the rope around me, it tightened, caging my body in an unfamiliar embrace. He wrapped it over my breasts, around the back of my neck, and down the center of my chest. He tugged, and I gasped as the rope tightened around my breasts. It didn’t hurt, but I was very aware of the pressure on my sensitive flesh.
I felt him knot the rope at my back, finishing his work. I anticipated that he would continue to bind me, but he left my arms free, content to let Marco restrain me. He’d tied me up, but he hadn’t restricted my movements in any way.
Even though he hadn’t bound my arms, I still felt very much under his power. With each breath, I was aware of the rope that was wrapped around me. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples needy and throbbing for attention.
Marco’s free hand stroked my inner thighs, teasing at the edge of my open pussy. That was enough to drive me wild, but when Joseph lightly trailed his fingers along the undersides of my breasts, pleasure flooded my system. I’d never been so sensitive, and the hit of bliss was strong enough to make me sag against Marco with a groan.
“I think she’s ready for us,” Joseph said.
Marco must have agreed, because he shifted me off his lap. I still couldn’t see; all I could do was allow him to arrange my body the way he wanted. As he moved me, my breasts swayed in the ropes, making them feel strangely full and tender.
He placed me on my hands and knees, and I recognized the feel of the mattress sinking slightly beneath my weight. I felt their heat recede, heard the sound of clothing falling to the floor. Both my men were naked with me, but I couldn’t see them. I wanted to admire them, and I shook my head, wishing I could shake the blindfold off.
I gasped when Marco palmed my breasts, his hands rubbing my tight nipples. Nothing had ever felt so decadent. My head dropped forward, suddenly too heavy to hold upright.
Marco continued playing with my breasts, and his other hand cupped my jaw, lifting my face.
“Tell Daddy how good it feels.”
“So good, Daddy,” I whimpered. My sex was wet and achy, but the stimulation of his hand on my bound breasts was enough to keep me on the edge of orgasm.
“Say thank you to Joseph,” he commanded. “He’s the one who put you in his pretty ropes.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, so drunk on pleasure that all I could do was obey.
Joseph’s hand cracked across my ass, eliciting a sharp sting. He’d never spanked me before, but it didn’t frighten me. It felt good. The burn from his palm sank through my flesh to heat my throbbing core.
“Thank you, Sir,” he corrected me. “Marco might be your Daddy, but I’m your Master.”
“What?” I asked faintly. Joseph might be domineering in the bedroom sometimes, but he was my sweet first love. The man who spoke to me now was more demanding. Darker.
Marco tweaked my nipple. “You heard him. Joseph’s been holding back, but this is what he needs from you, babygirl. Now, thank him properly.”
“Thank you, Sir.” It should have felt weird, but I was too lost in bliss for anything to faze me.
Joseph stroked my ass, easing the sting of his slap.
I tensed when something hard and wet touched my asshole. I whined and tried to scoot away.
Marco’s cock lightly slapped my cheek, an act of dominance and rebuke. I eased back into position without him having to tell me.
“Relax,” he ordered. “Let Joseph stretch your tight little ass. He’s been dying to fuck you there. This plug will help prepare you for that. We don’t want to hurt you, princess. Now, take a breath and push back.”
I obeyed, and the strange object penetrated my tight hole. It was slick with lubrication, but that didn’t make it comfortable.
I whined and pressed my face against Marco, searching for comfort. He uttered a low curse when I nuzzled his hard cock.
“So sweet,” he praised roughly, running his fingers though my hair while he continued to play with my breasts. “You’re being so good for us, babygirl.”
“It hurts, Daddy,” I complained, struggling to adjust to the light burning sensation as the plug pressed deeper inside me.
“Touch her clit, Joseph. Make sure our girl enjoys this.”
“Let me in, angel,” Joseph coaxed me. He brushed his fingers over my clit, and ecstasy flashed through me. The plug slipped in a little farther, with minimal discomfort.
As he continued to stroke my clit and encourage me in his low, soothing tone, the burning sensation in my ass subsided. I began to relax, and he gently pumped the plug in and out of me. Dark pleasure rolled through me as Joseph touched me in this taboo way, preparing me for the day he’d put his cock in my ass.
The thought made my pussy clench, and the widest part of the plug slipped past my tight ring of muscles. It was seated deep inside me, filling me in a way I never would have imagined.
“So pretty,” Joseph murmured, rubbing my clit harder. “Come for me, angel. Show me how much you like it when I stretch your tight asshole. Show me how you’re going to come when I push my cock inside your ass for the first time.”
The words were dirty, crass. Joseph had never spoken to me like this before. Marco had said Joseph had been holding back, and now I fully understood that he’d been leashing this darker side of himself. He’d been trying to protect me, shelter me.
But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted all of him, even the dark parts. He needed this from me, and I needed him.
I came apart on a scream, my orgasm cresting in response to his firm touch on my clit and his crass talk.
As my pleasure rolled through me, I heard them murmuring how beautiful I was, how perfect and sweet. What we were doing should make me feel dirty, but I felt revered.
“I have to fuck her, Marco,” Joseph growled as I began to come down.
“Do it. Our girl’s going to learn how to suck Daddy’s cock.”
I heard a drawer opening, but Marco spoke sharply. “Don’t use a condom. She likes when you mark her with your cum.” He touched two fingers beneath my chin. “You want Joseph to come deep inside your pussy, don’t you, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I thrust my hips back toward Joseph. “Please, Sir.”
My behavior was wanton, but it felt right. When I was surrounded by their heat, their power, I had no choice but to give myself to them in any way they desired.
The mattress dipped behind me, and I knew Joseph was getting ready to fuck my pussy. Marco’s cock brushed across my lips, painting them with a drop of salty pre-cum.
“Kiss Daddy’s cock, babygirl,” he rasped.
He tugged the blindfold off my eyes, and I blinked to adjust to the sudden wash of light. When the world came into focus, I found Marco staring down at me, his eyes black with lust.
I remained locked in his gaze when I pressed a soft kiss against his cockhead, tasting more of his pre-cum. I lapped at it and opened my mouth to take him in. He hissed in a breath, and his fist tangled in my hair, pulling me away.
“No. Just kiss it.”
For a moment, I didn’t understand why he didn’t want me to take him into my mouth. When I’d been with boys in the past, they’d wanted me to suck them off.
But Marco didn’t want that. He wanted me to worship him first.
“That’s it,” he grunted as I began to slide my lips along his length, gliding my tongue against the underside. “Show Daddy how much you love his cock.”
“Marco,” Joseph snarled. His fingers curved into my hips, and his cock pressed against my wet entrance.
Marco tugged me back with his hold on my hair. “That was good, babygirl. But I think Joseph’s waited long enough. I’m going to fuck your mouth while he stretches your tight little pussy. I want to feel you moaning around my dick. Open up.”
My lips parted, and he slid inside my mouth. As his thick cock rubbed along
my tongue, Joseph eased into my pussy. I whined as he entered me. With the plug stretching my ass, I felt almost unbearably full. It didn’t hurt, but it was… intense.
“You feel that, angel?” Joseph asked, his voice tight with the effort of holding himself back. “It’s going to feel even better when Marco is in your sweet pussy, and I’m inside your ass. We’re going to fill you up and fuck you together. We’re going to make you scream and come so hard you can’t walk the next day. Your body, your pleasure, they belong to us. You belong to us.”
Marco pressed in farther, nearing the back of my throat. “Ours,” he agreed, staring down at me. I suppressed my gag reflex, letting him in deeper. He groaned. “Fuck, babygirl. Fuck.” His grip on my hair eased, and he started petting me. “Such a good girl. You make Daddy so happy.”
I moaned around his cock as bliss suffused my system. Carnally, I was overwhelmed by sensation, but it was their words of pleasure and praise that sent me soaring.
He jerked inside my mouth, and he cursed again.
“Fuck her, Joseph,” he ground out. “I can’t take much more.”
Joseph’s hands firmed on my hips, and he thrust in hard, filling me to the hilt. He pressed against the base of the plug, driving it deeper into my ass. I cried out, and Marco growled as the sound tormented his dick. He kept one hand in my hair and reached beneath me with the other. I’d almost forgotten how sensitive my breasts had become with the rope still binding them, and I shrieked in shock when his fingers brushed over my aching nipples. Joseph fingered my clit at the same time, and my climax claimed me with ruthless force.
Mindlessly, I rocked back against Joseph while I sucked Marco’s cock. My inner muscles squeezed Joseph, and my scream vibrated down Marco’s length. My ecstasy triggered theirs. Marco pressed deep into my throat, and I swallowed. His cum released into my mouth, just before Joseph’s seed lashed into my pussy. I was marked, taken, owned.
The knowledge kept me riding high, and I floated on bliss as Joseph continued to drive into me, riding out the last of his orgasm.
Marco pulled out of my mouth, and I collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for breath. My sensitive breasts came into contact with the smooth sheets, and I whimpered. I couldn’t manage to move my weight off them, so I simply trembled and rode out the pleasure that was coursing through me.
“Poor little princess,” Marco cooed, smoothing my hair back from my cheek. “Let’s get you out of Joseph’s ropes.”
He left me for a moment to get something from the kit bag. When he returned, he held a pair of blunt-tipped shears. He cut through the rope and uncoiled it from my body. Joseph pulled out of me and gently removed the plug. He went to the bathroom, and I heard running water before he returned a minute later.
Marco put the shears away, and Joseph rolled me onto my back. He stared down at me with awe, and he trailed his fingers along the little braided indentations the rope had left in my skin.
“So beautiful,” he breathed.
“Yes,” Marco agreed, joining us on the bed again.
They held me between their hard bodies, cuddling me close. I smiled and closed my eyes, sinking into bliss as they petted and praised me.
Chapter Nineteen
Ashlyn
Two Weeks Later
“I don’t like this,” Marco said, his face tight with worry. “We shouldn’t take her off the estate.”
In the last few weeks, Marco and Joseph had grown impossibly more possessive and protective. Now, Joseph’s father insisted I come into the city to have dinner with their family. The three of us were about to leave our safe haven, and I couldn’t deny that I was a little nervous. After all, our last foray into public had ended with me being threatened by their enemies.
“She’ll be safe at my family’s restaurant,” Joseph countered, but his eyes were clouded with worry as well. “No one would dare to touch her there.”
“I know that,” Marco replied. “It’s what could happen on the way there and back that worries me.”
“I can’t put Dad off any longer,” Joseph sighed. “He’s been asking to meet Ashlyn for weeks. If we don’t do this now, he might put his foot down and make me come back home. He’s been letting me stay here with her at your family’s estate. He’s been letting me shirk my responsibilities. I don’t want that to change.”
“It’s okay,” I interjected. I didn’t want Joseph to have to go back to his responsibilities. If being with me was giving him a valid excuse to stay away from his violent business, I didn’t want to test his father. He might love Joseph, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t force him into doing things that went against his true nature.
“We can go,” I continued. “It’s just dinner. I know you’ll both keep me safe. I won’t leave your sight.”
It would simply be a matter of driving to the restaurant and then driving right back to the estate after dinner. There would be a brief window where I’d be on the street, moving inside from the car, but I had to trust that Joseph and Marco would protect me. They wouldn’t let anyone come near me.
Marco’s jaw ticked. “I still don’t like it.”
I wrapped my arms around him, letting him feel that I was safe with him. “Please, let’s just go. I don’t want Joseph to have to leave and stay with his family in the city. I need both of you here with me.”
It was true. I needed both of them, and not just for protection. I’d become addicted to them, obsessed. They held me and cared for me and cherished me. I felt pampered and loved.
Loved.
I was falling in love with them. Both of them. I’d been ready to say it to Joseph weeks ago, but I’d held back once Marco joined our relationship. I knew it would hurt him if I declared my feelings for Joseph but not him.
I was swiftly coming to realize that I felt the same deep affection for both of them. It was unconventional, but that didn’t make it any less true.
But now wasn’t the time to say it. I’d tell them when we got back to the estate tonight. Everyone was tense, and this wasn’t the moment to fall into their arms and confess my feelings.
I tucked my face against Marco’s chest. “Please? Let’s just go. I know you’ll keep me safe.”
He stroked my back. “Always, babygirl.” He sighed. “I don’t want Joseph to have to leave us, either. We can go to dinner.”
“Thank you.” I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him.
I felt Joseph’s heat against my back. His hands settled around my waist, and he kissed my neck while Marco claimed my lips. The held me as though they couldn’t get enough of me, and I definitely couldn’t get enough of them.
Joseph’s hands roved higher, moving toward my breasts.
I tore my mouth from Marco’s. “We don’t have time,” I panted.
“My dad can wait,” Joseph declared.
“No,” I protested. “If we’re going, let’s go now. I don’t want to test his patience.”
“Dad’s not like that,” Joseph insisted. “He only wants to get to know you because he cares about me. He wants to meet my girlfriend.”
“But if we don’t go, he might make you come home and work for him,” I countered quietly.
He stiffened. “Yes, that’s a possibility.”
“Then let’s go. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back.”
“Don’t worry, Joseph,” Marco rumbled. “I’ll remember where we left off.”
With that promise, they both stepped away from me. But each of them took one of my hands, unwilling to release me even for the walk to the garage.
They decided Marco would drive while Joseph sat with me in the backseat. Marco would have to park the car after dropping us off at the restaurant, and it made more sense for Joseph to go in with me. After all, I was supposed to be his girlfriend.
Girlfriend. The term didn’t seem weighty enough to encompass my relationship with Joseph and Marco. And I didn’t like that I was going to have to hide my feelings for Marco in front of Joseph’s family.
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sp; Better get used to it, I told myself. If the three of us were going to be together, we’d have to put on a public front. Everyone knew I’d been with Joseph in Cambridge, so it was only logical that we posed as a couple.
It made my heart ache to think about Marco being left out. He would put on a tough front and pretend it didn’t bother him, but I knew him better than that now. He needed affection, acceptance. Love. It would kill him to stand off to one side while Joseph got to hold me close in public.
I resolved to figure out that particularly difficult issue later. We just had to make it through this dinner, and then we could all discuss how to handle our relationship in public, once we got back to the privacy of Marco’s estate. For now, I was Joseph’s girlfriend, and that was all his family needed to see.
I rested my head on his shoulder during the ride into the city. Marco had finally told me the location of the estate—the North Shore of Long Island—a couple of weeks ago. I’d had no idea that we were so close to the city, but I’d known Joseph and Marco could get there and back within a day.
By the time we arrived in the city, thick snowflakes were falling, dusting the sidewalks. I was grateful Joseph had provided me with more conservative, weather-appropriate clothes to wear. He might like when I wandered around the house in next to nothing, but he’d never let anyone other than Marco look at me when I wore so little. He was as possessive as ever, just not where Marco was concerned.
I hugged my pale pink pea coat tighter, shivering when Joseph opened the door and helped me out. I didn’t have more than a few seconds to feel the cold; he hustled me into the restaurant in a matter of seconds, and Marco pulled away from the curb to find a parking spot.
Anxiety made my stomach knot, but I plastered on a pleasant smile. Meeting my boyfriend’s parents would have been enough to make me nervous, but I knew Joseph’s family business. His father was a career criminal, and anyone dining with us would be complicit to some degree or another. Joseph had promised me that his father was excited to meet me, but I was far from comfortable with the idea of meeting a mobster.