by Chloe Lang
“Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Have you ever seen anyone more beautiful in all your life, Mick?” Dustin asked.
“Never. Let’s display her on the St. Andrew’s Cross to get the best look at our sub.”
They led her to the big X.
“Give me your left hand, sub,” Dustin ordered.
She obeyed, anxiously waiting for what they had in store for her.
He put a cuff around her wrist, snapping it to the chain dangling from the top of the cross. Mick took her other hand and did the same. Dustin pulled her thong off and then they both knelt down and fastened her ankles to the bottom of the X. She was positioned facing them with her back to the cross. They held all the power and that made her want them all the more.
Once again, they stepped back, and she could see the look of admiration on their faces, which pleased her so very much.
Dustin brought out his cell phone and snapped a picture. “Gorgeous.”
Heat rolled through her like wildfire. They think I’m beautiful.
“A little music is in order to set the mood.” Dustin ran his finger over his cell’s screen and “Fire It Up” began to play.
“That music will really get me in the mood, Masters.”
“Us, too, baby.” Dustin ran his hand over her breasts, inciting a tremble throughout her body.
Mick reached into his satchel. “You’re going to love this, sweet sub.”
“I know I will, Master. Whatever you have, I’m sure I’ll love it.”
What he pulled out of his bag made her giggle. He’d brought a pair of tongs and a jar of honey.
“I brought these from your kitchen. We never got to them before, but we will tonight, baby.” Mick grinned, setting down all but the tongs. He walked over, lightly squeezing her nipples with them. “I have big plans for you.”
He pinched on her tips until they budded and began to throb. Dustin fingered her pussy, getting her so very wet.
“Now that your nipples are nice and luscious, I think a little sweetness would be just the right touch.” He poured a drop of honey on each them and then began sucking on her breasts with his hot mouth.
Enjoying every lick he gave her, she writhed in her restraints. Too long she’d been without her wonderful men, but never again would she have to long for the touches. Tonight was only the beginning.
Dustin brought out a violet wand from his leather bag. She’d never tried electric play before, but with them, she couldn’t wait.
He clicked on the toy, and she could hear its steady hum. “What state are you in, sub?”
Their song continued to pulse in her ears. “Fire, Master.”
As Mick continued laving her breasts with his tongue, Dustin ran the wand down her sides, delivering delicious sparks that made her wonderfully dizzy. When the toy’s tip hit her clit, she let out a passionate scream.
“You like that, do you?” Dustin’s words were deep and powerful, giving her a shiver that ran up and down her spine. He’d proven again and again he would protect her and that made her trust him all the more.
“Yes, Master. I like it very much.”
He hit her clit again with the electricity, and again she screamed.
“Music to my ears, Mick.”
“Mine, too, bro.” Mick placed clamps on her throbbing nipples. The sting pulsed hot and created a line of pressure straight to her pussy and clit. Overwhelming need flooded through her.
Another graze of the wand to her clit sent her over the edge, and she came hard, shaking violently on the cross. “Yes. God. Yes. So good.”
Dustin knelt down and drank from her pussy like a man dying of thirst. “Sweet cream. Give me all of it, sub.”
When his tongue tapped against her clit, it sent her into a euphoric frame of mind she’d never experienced before, causing her to scream again. This is where I belong. With them. Always.
Mick removed the clamps from her nipples, and she could feel the blood rushing into her buds. “So beautiful.”
When he kissed her breasts tenderly, she found it difficult to breathe. Oh my God, how much more can I stand?
Her masters removed her restraints and led her to the bench. Thankfully, they held her close because her legs were so weak she wasn’t sure she could stand on her own yet.
Together, they lifted her off the floor and placed her facedown on the gold leather bench. After they locked her in place again, Mick began applying lubricant to her anus.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dustin holding a butt plug.
“Take a deep breath, baby.” Mick’s tone helped her to relax more.
Completely lost to her submissive nature, she instantly obeyed.
“Now, let it out nice and slow until your lungs are completely empty.”
When the last ounce of oxygen escaped her lips, Dustin stretched her ass with the toy. She gasped as the sting softened instantly and what remained inside her was a want for more.
Each of her Doms pulled out a paddle from their own bags. Dustin’s was solid red, while Mick’s was black, reminiscent of their favorite colors on her.
“It’s been a long time since we spanked our sub, Mick.”
“I’m sure she’s been a very bad girl, bro, and we just haven’t caught her.”
“Always the little sneaky one.” Dustin laughed. “Do you think she’s tough enough for this?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should start light.”
She knew they were teasing, but their words made her more determined to prove to them she was more than ready for whatever they had in mind.
“Sub, you think you can handle a couple of whacks from both our paddles.”
“Yes, Master. Fire.”
He ran his hand over her ass. “Damn, this ass is going to look so gorgeous in pink.”
Without another word, he landed his red paddle on the middle of her ass, causing the butt plug to shift inside her and generating tiny tingles from where the paddle landed.
“I know you can do better than that, Master. I’ve been a really bad girl.”
“Listen to our bratty sub, Mick. She’s hungry for more.” He tugged on her hair. “You’re not in control here, baby. We are. Don’t forget that.”
The next slap of his paddle to her ass was much harder, giving her just what she wanted. She chewed on her lower lip as the pressure began to rise and her pussy got wet once again.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The stings Dustin gave her sent her into that dreamy state she loved so much. Every thought was pure pleasure and soft around the edges. Even her vision was deliciously blurry.
“Are you going to be good, sub?” Dustin asked.
“No, Sir. I just can’t. I want more. I need more.”
“Mick, what shall we do with her? She’s beautifully rotten.”
“Let me at that gorgeous ass, bro.”
“Be my guest. She’s very bad.”
“I am naughty, Masters.” Goading them was a risk, but she couldn’t resist. She loved the sensations they gave her and wanted to remain in subspace. “So naughty.”
“You sure are, baby.” Mick’s whacks to her bottom came one right after the other. Five in a row. When he was done torturing her backside, her whole body buzzed and she couldn’t get her eyes to focus. The warm floaty feeling was beyond words.
Dustin removed the butt plug and Mick took off her restraints. After they carried her and placed her on the bed, they stripped out of their leathers. Their cocks were fully erect and their muscles glistened in the candlelight.
They each got next to her on opposite sides of the bed. Dustin stretched out.
Wordlessly, using only their hands, he and Mick directed her to get on top of Dustin.
The intense pressure continued to build. She straddled him, taking his cock deep into her pussy. She moaned, feeling her pussy tighten around his shaft.
Mick came up behind her, placing his hands on her still very warm ass. He slicked up his cock with more lubricant, before thrusting it into her. Having both her Doms
inside her body ignited her even more, causing her to orgasm from the very beginning.
Dustin and Mick’s strokes matched the rhythm of their song, which continued to play, creating the perfect background to the perfect moment.
Feel my sexy coming on,
Your touch will get me through.
My body is so hot, hot, hot,
Let me fire it up for you,
My skin is sizzling,
You know just what to do,
Fire it up. Fire it up.
This dance is just for you.
She writhed between her two wonderful men as they continued claiming her in the most intimate way.
In and out. Over and over. The pressure inside her returned to an unimaginable point that she’d never gone through before. Crazed with desire, her moans of delight could not be contained.
Dustin’s lips grazed her neck. “Come for us again, my love.”
His words sent her over the edge and she screamed, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh God. Oh God. Masters. Yes.”
Like a single vise on her body, the brothers plunged their cocks one final time into her pussy and ass, and she could feel their pulses as they shot their seed into her.
Completely spent, she melted into their hard muscles, still riding the sensations zipping through her shivering body.
The deliciousness of their cocks filling her body to the max was an elated feeling she wanted to experience again and again and again.
Mick kissed the back of her neck tenderly. “God, I love you.”
Dustin cupped her chin. “How could we not, bro? She’s the most wonderful woman in the entire world.” He kissed her. “I love you, sweetheart.
Her eyes filled with tears of ultimate satisfaction. “I love you so very much.”
“You are ours, baby.” Mick stroked her hair.
Dustin smiled. “ Now and forever.”
“I’m yours. Now and forever, Masters.”
* * * *
A month later
Paris sat between Mick and Dustin in the truck. Mick drove into the driveway. Her eyes widened, seeing their new home.
“Oh my God, it’s beautiful. You built me a wraparound porch.”
“We sure did.” Dustin squeezed her thigh.
“Please let me out.”
“Of course, baby.” Mick parked.
Dustin exited the truck, holding the passenger door for her.
Paris ran up to the house. “Just look at it.” She spun around, smiling at her two husbands. “The steps, the window boxes, everything. Oh, the porch swing is amazing.” She headed straight for it, sitting down in the middle of the seat. “I always wanted a porch swing. We can sit here and drink wine in the evening and watch our gorgeous Colorado sunsets together.”
Mick pointed to the yard. “Not just the sunsets, honey. Our five boys and three girls playing here.”
“My God, that’s a lot of kids to raise, Mick. You have it all planned out, don’t you?”
“Both of us do,” Dustin said. “Which one do you want to leave out, baby? Little Paris? Or Mick Jr.?”
Mick laughed. “Hey, if we’re nixing names I think Dustin Jr. might be the first to go. It doesn’t roll off the tongue like Mick Jr.”
Dustin laughed. “I think we should take a vote on that, bro. Dustin Jr. has a much better ring to it in my opinion. Paris, don’t you agree?”
He and Mick walked over, sitting on opposite sides of her.
“I won’t be the tiebreaking vote on this one, fellas.” She smiled, shaking her head. God, she loved them both so very much but wasn’t quite ready to think about that big of a family. Best to start with one or two first, though she, too, wanted lots of children one day. “What other names have you picked out for our eight children?”
Dustin put his arm around her. “Of course we think our three dads should get a namesake each. Our mom, too. But the first girl, if it’s okay with you, we’d like to name after your sweet mother.”
Mick grabbed her hands and squeezed. “I can just see little Vera running around the yard with her long, dark hair blowing in the wind.”
“I can, too.” She kissed them both on the cheeks. “I have a great idea. Vera Louise Paris Ryder for the first girl. And for the first boy, let’s name him Dustin Mick Leo Larry Edwin Ryder.”
They laughed.
“Sweetheart, I think a compromise is in order but we can figure that out down the road.” Mick pulled her in tight and kissed her, causing her toes to curl.
Paris turned and faced the house, joy flooding every inch of her body. “This is my dream come true, guys.”
“Sweetheart, you deserve all of this,” Dustin said. “And more.”
“I still can’t believe you guys built my wraparound porch. It’s absolutely perfect.”
Dustin kissed her, sending fresh tingles throughout her body. “You’re the one who is absolutely perfect, baby.”
When Dustin released Paris, he turned to them. “I’ve got a great idea.”
“And what’s that?”
“Let’s begin the rest of the tour in our master bedroom.” Mick stood and lifted her into his arms. “I want to get started on bringing the first baby Ryder into the world.”
“Hell yeah, Mick,” Dustin said. “We can finish the rest of the tour after.”
“Knowing my two husbands, that means I’ll have to wait until morning.” She grinned. “I like that plan very much, Masters.”
Mick carried her inside with Dustin by his side.
After all the years being apart, they were now together for the rest of their lives. I couldn’t be happier.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cindy Trollinger greeted the man who entered her office. “Please have a seat, Reverend. I think you’ll be thrilled by what my agency has turned up for you. We found the woman you’ve been looking for.”
“And?”
“Before I tell you, I have to get assurance you will do what we’ve agreed to.”
Willie Mayfield smiled. “I swear it.”
Cindy knew better than to trust the con artist cult leader who had caused over fifty of his followers to die in a fire in Mississippi years ago. “Trust me, Reverend, we are going to do great work together. Carrie’s location was just discovered by Jena, the wife of her brother.”
His lips curled into a horrific frown. “Where is the bitch?”
“I expect she’ll be arriving in Destiny, Colorado, tomorrow.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chloe Lang began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week.
For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published.
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