by Eden Connor
Matt tumbled me to my back and knelt between my thighs. His huge hand circled my ankle, pushing my foot above my head. Opening his fingers, he gathered my wrist into his grasp. Davis bound my hand and foot together using his boxers. I couldn’t help a nervous giggle when Matt tied my other wrist and ankle together with Davis’s silk tie.
“That’s my idea of a present,” Matt confided to Davis, “and the only good use of a tie. “Dammit, Sophie, you’re so pretty it makes me ache.”
His hand came down again, striking a stinging blow to my still-throbbing clit. “Do you like that, sugar?” Matt asked. “You like it when I spank your pretty pussy?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes,” I gasped, my eyes rounding with the pleasure and pain of the blow.
Davis stroked the outer edges of my swollen nether lips and pressed his huge thumb into my ass. Matt dropped his hand between my thighs again and again, until a wildfire blazed inside me.
Davis’s hand was warm on my spread thighs when Matt pushed a second thumb into my throbbing ass. Our moans mingled when I felt Davis’ fingers slip into my channel.
Davis’s swinging sac tempted me like ripe plums, so I begged to suck his balls.
“Sweet baby Jesus, she’s a damn natural,” Matt said, his tone admiring. Davis knelt above me to give me access to his man-fruit. “Jesus, Sophie, you’re so fucking soft and wet, I can barely wait to get my cock in your cunt while Davis fucks this sweet ass.”
The idea that each man prepared the place the other planned to fuck shattered something inside me. The sharp edges of my desire cut me loose from the moorings of my uptight mother, allowing me to spread my wings. Another orgasm rolled through my body like thunder, while I teased harsh moans from Davis with my tongue.
“Now,” Matt demanded. Producing a condom, he ripped the foil with his teeth. He sheathed himself as I shuddered between them.
“Now,” Davis agreed. They lifted me with shocking ease and placed me onto Matt’s up thrust cock. He slid into me, the fit as perfect as any custom-made garment.
I wanted to hold him, but could only grasp my own ankles. He gripped my soft breasts with hard hands, squeezing them together, pulling me forward. Another ripping sound rang out in the quiet room as Davis suited up his soldier. I felt him kneel behind me. His cock slid along my wet cleft and he reached around me to pinch my hard nipples while Matt teased them with his tongue, then scrubbed them dry with his beard.
Sweet baby Jesus, indeed.
It seemed quite obvious to me then, why sex had never been quite satisfying, always leaving me aching for more. As Davis eased his rigid length into my ass, the pressure shoved aside any feeling I’d previously labeled as pleasure, piercing my soul and leaving me with no room in my life for a single lover.
This felt like the way I was born to be fucked, with one hard lover pounding furiously into my sex while the other slowly took every inch of my ass; percussion and bass melding into the sweetest melody inside me. I came again and again, sobbing while they played me over and over, like their favorite Yuletide carol.
“Come, Sophie,” they demanded, losing the smooth pace. It wasn’t me who came, but them.
They pulled out, each planting kisses on my neck. Matt untied me. I stretched, contented as any cat. Silence filled the elegant room.
My heart rate refused to slow, even as the sweat cooled on my skin. What have I done?
Giving up Banger and Lever had hurt, but not as much as the crushing realization that I’d allowed myself to become something to laugh over the next time they had cocktails.
I clawed for my clothes, face aflame.
Hour Four
“It's not every night a woman gets such a memorable one-night stand. Quite the send-off.” Lame, but it was the only thing I could think of to say. I shoved my feet into my underwear. Snatching my dress off the table, I steadied myself with a hand on the chair and stepped into the garment. I had no idea what’s happened to my bra, but had no intentions of wasting time looking for it. “Wonder how long it’ll take to get a taxi tonight?”
Neither man replied.
Davis helped me with the zipper. I snatched my bag and shoed my feet into my shoes. My heart plummeted when I realized a silent, elegant exit was out of the question. Matt moved to lean against the heavy wooden door while I’d dressed, but their awful silence humiliated me in a way the raw sex had not.
They weren’t asking me to stay. They weren’t even asking if we could do this again. Although I was clothed, I’d never felt so naked.
"I told you so."
"Pardon me?" I cringed from Matt's blue eyes, blazing with disdain.
"I told Davis,"—Matt shoved away from the door, taking two long steps to tower over me, his expression angrier than I’d ever seen—"that you'd try to trivialize this. Deep down, you don’t fucking like men, Sophie."
"Oh right, now that you’ve fucked me, I'm a man-hater?" I had no idea why I was yelling. He was as wrong as hollandaise on beef liver.
"Why else would you name your company Banger and Lever? It’s some kind of backhanded insult to every stepfather that ever left and left you alone with your mother," Davis stated. I gaped as he moved to stand beside Matt.
"Well you didn't live with her!" Shrieking like a banshee is never a woman's best look. Something about the spittle, no doubt. I brushed at mine, making the dark spots into streaks that marred the brilliant blue of my dress.
“You weren’t there to see how she—” What was the point? This wasn’t about my mother. This was about my anger that they hadn’t asked me to stay as I got dressed. I pressed my lips together, but feared it was too late. The sizzling sex was spoiled for me now. My earlier feeling of being the apex of some orgasmic triumvirate lay scattered in ashes around my feet.
“How she what, Sophie? How she hid you away in boarding school because you remind her of your father? How you’re stuck being her emotional punching bag when five grown men have buckled under her verbal abuse? How she took your innocence by making you lie and say that Step One had touched you sexually when you were only seven, and all for the sake of squeezing a few extra bucks out of him in the divorce? Are those the things we weren’t there for?”
Tick, tick, tick.
How long I stared at them, I don’t really know. Time matters little when someone is using a rusty bit of your past to cut out your heart. Crystalline nettles stung my eyes.
Matt reached for me, jerking me against his hard chest. His rough thumb felt like cheap terrycloth as he swiped at my tears. “Ah, God woman, anything but those. Dammit, Davis, we’re doing this all wrong.”
Davis drew close by my side, sliding his arm around my waist. “What we’re trying to say, sweetheart, is that we do know you. We know you and we love you, but until tonight, we had no idea that you could accept what we need from you in return.”
Matt’s velvety voice was a balm to my wounded feelings. “The pleasure I get from watching a man I trust pleasure my woman has already cost me one relationship I held dear. I tried to give up my need for sharing, to save what we had, but where she saw commitment, I saw only my shortcomings. Things I didn’t have the time or the extra hands to do for her. Sophie, sugar, I couldn’t risk that happenin’ again, and when I felt myself falling for you, well, I told Davis how I felt, and he said—”
“I told Matt I’d wanted you forever, sweetheart, but boarding school was where I learned the thrill involved in sharing a woman’s body. I knew that was too much to ask of you then. But how about now? Can you share your body with both of us and let us love you our way, for more than just one night?”
Yes.
I made my tone businesslike. “Let me be sure I understand your offer. You want to take my clothes as soon as I step through your doors? Spank me whenever you feel the notion?”
They looked like a pair of kids on Christmas morning, nodding in unison. “Take turns fucking me for the other’s pleasure?” I had to grin, watching their avid expressions.
I tilted my head to
the side, as if contemplating the idea. “I’m not quite sold on your product, but I happen to have a three-hundred-and-sixty-five-day opening in my calendar for you to give me a more detailed demonstration.”
Matt looked at Davis and sighed. “Just tell her we’re gonna bang her, but the ‘leave her’ part is off the table, okay?”
Davis smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. “You heard the man.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Happy New Year, my love. You’ll see, this is going to be a wonderful year. Now, can we get out of here?” Behind him, bright shards of color split the dark sky.
Two firm hands pressed my waist. A shiver ran down my spine. How many nights would end just this way?
I could hardly wait to find out.
The End
Did you love Come, They Told Me? Then you should read Wildly Inappropriate by Eden Connor!
Desperate to save her grandmother from an unscrupulous loan shark, Cynda Avery agrees to Daniel De Marco's wildly inappropriate offer--control of her body for two weeks in exchange for time to talk him into selling his untended peach orchards.
Handsome Daniel isn't the redneck farmer Cynda expected. From the feminine clothes he wants her to wear to the confident way he handles every problem to the kinky way he likes to tie her up to have sex, he makes her want to please him. When she finds the key to his mother's disappearance and spends a weekend in jail, will Daniel decide Cynda's an itch he's already scratched or could he cling to her?
WARNING: This book is intended for mature audiences only. Please protect your file from minors. Contains multiple scenes of mild bondage, anal penetration, spanking, and features a relationship based on the concept of domestic discipline. None of the characters in this story were harmed during this work of fiction.
Word Count: 86,994
Approximate page count: 350
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