by Simone Sinna
“The fall from grace, to say the least, has been spectacular,” said Connell.
Most of the papers still had him splashed across the headlines. Snow City had been closed until an engineer’s report was complete, and Harry had resigned as mayor. He’d also been thrown out of Icebreaker because it was found the transfer had never been completed, or rather it had, but not to Harry. DJ had never intended Elle to have it, but trying to dodge tax he had put the lodge in Elle’s name, making her the new owner. She was staying there currently so she could see more of Tom, with whom she seemed to be getting on exceptionally well. She had already agreed to sell though, to Steve, who would base his new club there.
“So,” said Connell awkwardly. “We were wondering what your plans were, Sienna.”
Sienna looked flustered. Steve’s eyes on her, she looked up at them.
“We’d like you to stay,” he said softly. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else. For the first time in a long while, he actually trusted a woman, and he planned on doing anything and everything he could to keep her.
“I need a job,” said Sienna. “Unlike Elle, DJ didn’t unwittingly leave me anything.”
“I’m going to need a new manager at Icebreaker.”
Sienna stared at him. “Manager…entails what?”
“A regular wage, ensuring adequate security, and checking that our customers are appropriate. Organizing catering, cleaning.”
“Any…extracurricular activity?” Sienna asked tentatively.
“Yes.” Steve grinned as he thought of all the activities he had planned.
“Oh.” Sienna took a breath. “Then I’m not interested, sorry.”
Connell frowned, but Steve didn’t miss a beat.
“Don’t you want to hear what extracurricular we had in mind?”
Both men were looking at her.
“It would,” Steve continued, “only involve us.”
Sienna looked from one to another. “Like as in…?”
“Whatever you like,” said Connell. “As long as it’s only with us, of course.”
Sienna looked at them both, clearly unnerved. Steve wondered for a wild moment if she felt like they did. He didn’t want to scare her, but couldn’t risk losing her by not telling the truth either.
“I don’t ever want you to leave Sienna.”
Sienna gulped and turned to Connell.
“Um, yeah, me too. Actually I kind of think I’m in love with you.”
“For me,” said Steve, watching her and knowing suddenly that she felt the same, “it’s the love for ever after.”
Sienna couldn’t speak so instead she threw herself into Steve’s lap, kissing him and then Connell, who had joined them.
“I love you two as well, though I don’t quite know how, but I don’t care. It feels so right. So yes,” she finally said. “But on a condition.”
The two men paused, waiting. For a moment Steve felt terrified that he had got it wrong.
“On the condition you two take me downstairs tonight.”
Steve and Connell exchanged glances.
“Of that,” said Steve, trying not to laugh, “there was never any doubt. But just what did you have in mind?”
Sienna shivered. “That I leave to you, Master,” she said softly. Steve knew she was trying to sound demure, but he rather hoped she wouldn’t entirely manage it. The thought of punishing her, and slapping that pert little bottom was causing him to get an erection.
“Then I am going to have Connell take you down there now…and prepare you.”
Sienna gulped and stood up. Steve watched her going and began to imagine how delicious the next few hours were going to be, as he made Sienna totally his and Connell’s such that she would never want to leave.
* * * *
The cellar was already dimly lit with candles and Sienna could feel warm air through the ducts, ensuring that she would not be cold as Connell from behind began undoing the buttons of her dress, nibbling on her ear as he did. Sienna felt the wetness of his mouth and closed her eyes as his hands searched beneath the dress to cup her breasts after the catch was released. She could feel her juices starting to flow simultaneously as her stomach knotted with fear. Would she be able to cope with whatever it was Steve had in mind? What her men were going to do with her? The thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
“I rather think,” said Connell, “that Master Prescott would enjoy seeing you roped and tied.”
Sienna gulped. “It won’t hurt, will it?”
“It can be uncomfortable at times,” said Connell softly, “but if you can stick with it, then the pressure adds to the pleasure.” His hands pulled on either side of her tights and pulled them down, leaving her only in panties. He moved around her and then, standing in front of her, put a finger on either side of her black panties, pulling them down so slowly the anticipation left Sienna shivering with a desperate desire for him to touch her. As if able to read her mind, he leant forward as the sliver of material went over her mound and his tongue, hot and searching, licked the top of her slit, circling over her clit. Sienna moaned.
Connell dropped her panties to the floor, then led her over to a table covered in thick black velvet and bade her lie there. Above the table Sienna could see that there was a rope apparatus that she could only imagine would need an acrobat to use, yet it seemed that this was what Connell had in mind. Ropes went through a pulley at each corner of the table and Sienna watched partly fascinated and partly terrified as Connell expertly pulled ropes around her wrists and ankles, pulling rope across her breasts with tenderness and then more forcefully between her legs.
“Now I think you are ready for Master Prescott,” he whispered in her ear, a hand gliding idly over a breast and then down to just above the lips of her pussy.
“But,” Steve said from the doorway, “we need to see more of her.”
Connell nodded, and moved toward her feet. Sienna felt her legs being pulled apart. Her immediate reaction was to struggle, though she was no match for Connell.
Steve stood beside her and she felt a slap on her thigh. It didn’t hurt as such, but the sting was immediately replaced by Steve’s hand gently tickling over the reddened area. “You must submit without question,” he said, voice hard and offering no reprieve. “Or else I will have Connell punish you.”
Sienna bit her lip.
“You must say, ‘Yes, Master,’ to show you understand,” said Steve, walking around her, eyes gazing over her vulnerable nakedness, trousers close to bursting with his erection.
“Yes, Master,” said Sienna softly.
“I couldn’t hear.”
“Yes, Master,” she said more forcefully.
“More,” he said to Connell, and Sienna could feel her legs being pulled far apart so that she was totally open and exposed.
“Yes,” said Steve appreciatively. His fingers parted the lips and then dipped inside her. She gasped. “A very wet, delicious cunt, but you must be sure not to come.”
“Yes, Master,” said Sienna, though she wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t come just lying there with these two men feasting their eyes on her.
Steve nodded to Connell, able, it seemed, to message without words. Connell went to her head and tipped the end where her head rested back.
“Do you fancy sucking our cocks, my love?”
“Yes…Master,” said Sienna, watching them both strip, Connell’s hard leanness looming over her, a long, slim cock hard and glistening. He positioned it close to her mouth and she drew it in, sucking and licking to his appreciative moans. He managed to restrain himself from lingering, withdrawing as he next he moved to the pulleys at her feet, as she took Steve’s cock, shorter but wide and as turned on as his half brother’s. As she sucked him, his hands on her breasts, she could feel ropes tighten, the one between her legs now opening up her lips as if slicing her in two. She pulled back from Steve, gasping and heart racing.
“Don’t resist,” ordered Steve, and she felt a sharp s
ting on her thighs administered by Connell.
Sienna willed herself to stay still, acutely aware of the pressure from a knot in the rope pushing against her clit.
“Oh, I can’t,” she moaned, but as Connell slapped her again, the mixture of pain and pressure seemed to transform into shivers and waves of pleasure. The rope pressure suddenly slackened and she turned her head to take in Steve’s cock, sucking desperately as she tried to stop her pelvis gyrating, desperate for one of the men to enter her and let her come.
“Not yet,” Steve said, his own breathe a little ragged as Sienna pleasured him. The rope pressure now only held her legs apart. Steve withdrew gently from her and both men moved to the end of the table, a hand on each of her thighs as they took it in turns to run a finger over the thick wetness of her pussy.
“Delicious,” said Steve.
“Gorgeous,” agreed Connell.
“Shall we take a closer look?”
Sienna’s stomach flipped as she wondered what was about to happen, but her juices flowed all the more. Connell seemed to unhook the pulley and the two of them turned her over. She was sure she was about to fall off the table and that she would be unable to protect herself and she cried out. As she did she felt a sharp sting of Steve’s hand over her bare butt as she was lifted upwards to hang just above the table. The sensation was so unexpected at first she was just trying to make sense of what was happening. The ropes went taut, crisscrossing over her breasts, and the rope between her legs pushed again on her clitoris, hard and unyielding as the ropes held her in an arched position.
“Delectable,” murmured Steve as he rolled the table aside. “How does that feel, my love?”
Sienna wasn’t sure she could speak and even less sure what to say. Strange? Scary? Uncomfortable and yet…Connell hoisted her higher until her head was at the same level as Steve’s. He looked into her eyes.
“Okay,” she finally said. He leant forward and took her nipples in his lips, sucking and then biting. Sienna closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensation, but everything was feeling so different and strange it was hard to focus on any one spot.
“I think I shall have Connell taste you,” said Steve in her ear, a finger tracing over her lips and teeth as she could feel the pulley adjusting yet again and pulling her legs apart to ensure Connell had complete access to her. His hand came over her butt, then fingers opened her pussy lips wide, tracing on either side of the rope. She felt his tongue on the inner margins, licking the juices that were soaking the rope, and as he did, the pressure of the knot on her clit increased. She moaned.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” asked Steve, tongue in her ear. “But you really want something inside you, don’t you?”
Sienna didn’t trust herself to speak. She nodded.
“But you can’t have what you want,” said Steve, “not just yet. You mustn’t come.”
Connell, still between her legs, was running his tongue along her inner thighs. Steve moved to her side and opened up the crevice of her butt cheeks, finger moving over her asshole, gently and then with more insistence.
“Shall we try a butt plug?” he asked, but she was sure he didn’t expect an answer, because in the next instant she felt a pressure and something small and hard put in her ass. She gasped and Steve made a tsk-ing sound as he slapped her and pulled on the rope between her legs at the same time.
The sensation was not like anything Sienna had ever felt before. A tight wave went through her as if she had been taken suddenly to a height from which she was to be dropped, a mixture of ecstasy and fear of impending pain, a level of excitement that seemed too much to bear. The pressure released just as she was sure she was either going to come or scream or indeed both.
“Not yet, hold on,” said Steve, now tickling around her ass.
“I don’t know if I can, Master,” whispered Sienna.
The pressure released a little more, and with Steve’s hands underneath her hips she felt Connell gently moving the rope so that it no longer divided her lips but allowed him better access.
“Gorgeous,” Connell said. “The most gorgeous pussy I have ever seen.” He dipped his head between her legs, licking and sucking, his tongue probing deeper as her pelvis rocked gently, Steve’s fingers firm on her clit.
Sienna moaned and Steve slapped her butt. She moaned again and this time the slap was accompanied by Connell pushing two fingers inside of her. Her muscles clamped over the fingers, drawing them into her as she craved more. But Connell withdrew them and replaced the rope, which once again was tightened, the hardness against her clit now even harder to bear but all the more pleasurable for that.
“Soon,” said Steve in her ear, hands underneath her and massaging her breasts. She took his cock back into her mouth, sucking in the same rhythm to which her hips were grinding over the rope. Just as she was certain she would come, the rope slackened again and this time Connell’s fingers were inside her, then opening her pussy lips she could feel the tip of his cock against her hole.
“Yes,” Sienna moaned, but it earned her a slap, the stinging followed by Steve’s hands massaging a butt cheek. She wriggled, desperate for Connell to enter her, take her, fill her and release her from bringing on the brink of ecstasy and into its depths. She felt Connell’s hands on either side of her hips, and she held her breath in anticipation.
“Do you want him, my love?” whispered Steve.
“Yes, Master.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
“Only a lot?”
“I want you both,” said Sienna, “now.”
“Just now?”
“No,” said Sienna, “always.”
She felt the sharp hard thrust of Connell’s cock deep inside her, sucking again on Steve’s cock, her hips grinding in pleasure. She found the movement meant that her clit intermittently moved over the rope knot, stimulating her each time it did, leaving her tightening her grip on Connell’s cock as her level of arousal escalated.
“Now,” said Steve, and as he did Connell pushed harder still, pulling the rope so all her pleasure sensors simultaneously sent messages such that her whole being convulsed with pleasure, at first deep and slow, but then a rush of tingling that kept on and on in waves, more sustained than it had ever been before. As it waned she felt exhausted, unsure just what had happened, but Connell was not about to give up.
“Again,” said Steve, and though she was uncertain she had enough energy, when the rope pulled again, her hips responded without question, and as Connell came, groaning and spilling his cum in her, her own response met his, the waves lower in intensity, but again more sustained than she was used to.
Sienna started to relax, releasing all the tension, but as she did Steve slapped her butt.
“Not yet,” he warned. “You have more work and more pleasure ahead.”
Sienna took a breath, unsure what they had in mind and whether she had enough energy to be capable of anything but being a passive recipient. But as always, Steve seemed to know her better than she knew herself. As Connell moved to her side, gently caressing her breasts, Steve moved behind her, the tip of his cock now at the edge of her pussy. As he entered her, she felt a brief surge of a sensation on her nipples, and became vaguely aware that Connell had put a clamp on one then the other. She gasped, and Connell slapped her butt, the sensations flooding her body with a mix of uncertainty, fear, and pleasure.
“Stay with it,” Steve ordered, his wide cock now filling her, a delicious sense of being owned and taken completely that accelerated when he removed the butt plug and replaced it with his thumb, while the fingers of his hand gripped her butt with bruising intensity. For a fleeting moment, it was all too much, too overwhelming and she thought the pain would win and that she would have to call out Zeus, but as fast as the thought came it receded, as Steve thrust in her and once again she began to respond.
They came together, she and her Master, this time the longest and most sustained of all of her climaxes, a
rending of them as one, a cementing together of two perfectly suited sexual partners only made better for both by the involvement of the third they loved, albeit in different ways.
“I love you,” said Steve, her Master, claiming her.
“I love you,” said Connell, part of something she rather imagined neither of them quite understood, but was confident would be strong enough to bind them in deeper ways than they now expressed, bonded through the men’s kinship, the men’s attraction to her, and her love for them both.
As Sienna slept between her two men later, upstairs, she knew they would be more than enough to keep her content for the rest of her life.
THE END
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Simone Sinna is the pseudonym adopted after a near-death experience in a close family member and a three-month walk across France and Spain led her to decide life was too short to work fifty hour weeks and ignore the desire to write fiction that had been in her head since she was eight. She still enjoys walking and traveling—all more fodder for stories! She is currently working on a psychological/crime thriller (still…).
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