by Logan Fox
Silk brushed her thigh. She twined her legs together as her core ached with sudden need.
The silk teasing her skin rose higher, until it was fluttering against her hip bone. She shifted, trying to urge that feathery sensation closer to her clit.
“Spread her.”
Two hands grabbed either thigh—and it had to have been both Lars’s and Bailey’s—and slowly drew her legs apart.
When her eyes opened, she was staring directly at Finn. He studied her face but then his eyes scoured over her body, taking in every minute detail. His gaze fixed at her entrance. She tried closing her legs, but the men to either side of her held her open. Her cheeks blazed, and she panted as she kicked against the bed, trying to shield herself.
The silken train of her wedding dress slid up her leg. She looked down, watching its progress as Lars dragged it higher, higher.
He teased the mound of her pubic bone with it, before finally letting it flutter over her clit.
She could have been electrocuted with live wires, how that insignificant touch electrified her. She let out a ragged gasp, arching, and reaching for Lars’s hand.
“Hold her down,” Finn said as he slowly eased up from the chair.
She whimpered as her body quivered violently. Wetness already coated her entrance, and she could feel more gathering inside her. Her body thrummed in time to her furiously pounding heart as Finn unbuckled his belt. It clinked when he dropped it to the floor.
“Oh god,” she murmured, trying to kick out with her legs. But Bailey and Lars each held an arm and a leg; there was nothing she could do but arch her back.
Finn stripped off his shirt, baring his rugged muscles as he stepped closer. He climbed over the foot of the bed, prowling toward her like a jungle cat. There was such a predatory look in those blue eyes that Cora squealed and tried desperately to close her legs again. It was ridiculous, of course. She’d never wanted him as badly as this exact moment…but the defenseless animal inside her was scrambling to get away. She let out a cry, then another.
“Shut her up,” Finn growled.
Lars repositioned himself, sliding her wrist under his knee and fumbling with one of the pillows until he’d drawn its silk cover off.
This he twined into a rope, and shoved between her teeth.
Cora whimpered and kicked back more desperately the closer Finn moved to her. He tugged down his fly, drew out his cock, and came close enough that his knees touched the inside of her spread thighs.
“I’m not convinced you can even handle me yet,” Finn said, one hand denting the bed beside her hips, the other around his cock as he began stroking himself. He was already rock hard, but the gesture made her insides burn how badly she wanted him inside her.
“Now you want all three of us?”
She so badly wanted to explain, but she couldn’t. She didn’t even understand it herself.
Twisting her head away, she caught sight of Lars. He watched her, cheeks flushed, and mouth parted. When their eyes locked he gave her an open-mouthed smile and tightened his grip around her wrist.
“Told you you didn’t have a say in here,” Lars said. “Can’t have it both ways, bunny. We’re men, not your toys.”
She pressed her eyes closed and, when she turned her head, it was to look over at Bailey.
Her cheeks burned the instant his eyes found hers. The most naked he’d ever seen her was in a bikini…and now this?
There was concern in his eyes. Uneasiness. He shot Lars and Finn a confused look, before glancing back at her.
As if to say, is this what you need?
So she twisted the leg he held, brushing her knee against his groin. He flinched, looked down, and averted his eyes from her nakedness.
But when he looked up at her again, something desperate filled his eyes. He tightened his grip on her thigh and pressed her leg into the bed, tugging her open even wider.
Finn’s cock touched against her. She arched her back, let out a moan, and shuddered as he teased his tip along her slit. Bailey’s fingers dug into her, and she tugged at her leg. He was watching Finn, jaw hard, eyes flickering over her sex as Finn slowly forced his way inside her.
A warm mouth closed over her nipple. Lars sucked at her, flicking the tip of his tongue over her bud. She moaned harder, twisting off the bed as she stretched around Finn’s cock.
Bailey kissed her ear, whispered, “I love you, Cora,” and caught her lips with his.
63
Safeword: swan
Finn’s skin writhed the further he sank himself inside Cora. She fought him, clenching around him as if she didn’t want him to go any deeper. But he wasn’t stopping until there was no space left inside her.
His hands were on either side of her waist, her hips brushing against the inside of his wrists whenever she bucked and flailed under him.
When he had less than an inch left to fill her, he looked up at Lars. The man watched him penetrating her with a voracious gleam in his green eyes. But he couldn’t join in—he was too busy holding Cora down for Finn.
“Tie her up,” Finn said, lifting his chin towards the bed’s posts.
Lars grinned at him. Finn sank down between Cora’s legs, making it impossible for her to close them, and Lars hurriedly handed her wrist over to Bailey.
The man seemed reluctant to take it, but lust had glazed his eyes and seemed incapable of stopping himself.
There was an animal inside every man. Even someone like Bailey, who’d always played by the rules. Their animals might seem meek, but their primeval urges ran through them just the same.
Finn drew out before he’d worked his full length into Cora’s pussy, making her moan. She was so wet inside that his dick came out coated in lube. He rubbed himself over her clit, slathering her in her own juices as she moaned at him to go harder.
She still had to realize she had no control over this situation.
He hoped it would be soon, so she’d fight him again.
His beast shivered at the thought, stretching limbs and licking its jowls as if it could already taste her.
Lars came back with four ties.
While Finn was easing himself back inside Cora, Bailey and Lars went to work tying her down to each post.
Maybe it was about that time that she realized who was in charge. Her eyes went wide, and she began squirming in earnest. He heard a furious, “No!” from behind that twist of satin Lars had shoved into her mouth.
He thrust hard into her, sending her thumping back into the mound of pillows behind her.
“No, Cora,” he murmured, giving her a fierce kiss before drawing back. “Your safe word is swan.”
64
So Fucking Special
It was probably really fucked up that they were using Javier’s ties to lash Cora to the man’s bed…but its taboo nature was what made it so hot. Wherever Javier was—whatever the fucker was busing doing—he couldn’t have any idea what was happening in his own room.
The thought made Lars’s dick throb, but not as much as the sight of trussed up Cora spreadeagled on the bed between him and Finn and Bailey.
And the fact that her former bodyguard looked so uneasy about all of this—it was just adding to the fun of it.
Cora let out what might have been a scream as Milo rammed himself inside her again. Whatever it was, it wasn’t the safe word.
Personally, he thought safe words spoiled the fun, but newbs tended to disagree.
Fuck it—she was stoned out of her mind and riding Cloud Nine like it was a bronco—no way she was getting off this roller coaster yet.
If he knew anything about her yet, he knew there was a freak buried deep inside her sweet, naive little body. A freak eager to play some twisted games with them.
Now that his hands were free, Lars stripped off his shirt and pants, and lay beside Cora. He twisted so their bodies touched, and she moaned as if he’d just licked her clit.
Which he then did, because he wanted to hear that sound again.
She cried o
ut into her gag, her hips bucking wildly. So Lars pressed her belly down with a hand, used his thumb to expose her clit, and ran the length of his tongue over her.
She went limp.
Lars glanced up. Fuck, had she passed out? He’d fucked on ecstasy before, but that had been a few years after he’d popped his cherry. Maybe she couldn’t handle her shit.
But although her eyes looked like they’d rolled into the back of her fucking skull, her teeth had sunk into that silk rope, and she’d grabbed hold of her restraints in white-knuckled hands.
“Can you even try and imagine how high she is right now?” Lars asked. Milo looked up—he’d been staring down at her as he rammed his cock inside her—and licked his lips.
“No,” he said, and grabbed a hip in each hand so he could thrust even harder into her.
Milo had never been much of a talker.
Lars grabbed her breast, squeezing it until she opened her eyes to beg him to stop. Then he stroked her clit with his thumb, maintaining eye contact until it looked like her eyes were going to roll up again.
“Stay with us, bunny,” Lars said. “Or I’ll have to slap you awake.”
The threat worked, but only that once.
Fingertips touched his, and Lars started at the unexpected touch. He looked up at Bailey, still wearing that ridiculously clueless expression.
Was the dickhead asking for permission? Seriously? The only guy he had to ask permission from was Finn.
And good fucking luck with that.
Lars drew his hand away so Bailey could touch Cora’s clit. She moaned, opened her eyes, and seemed to lose it when she saw it was Bailey strumming her instead of Lars.
So Lars slapped the inside of her thigh. Her eyes flew open, and she struggled furiously against her bonds.
It was pointless, but fuck how it made her breasts jiggle. There was no panic in her eyes, just uneasiness…as if she had no idea what to expect next.
Which was perfect…because he knew they were all making this up as they went along.
65
Behave yourself, bunny
She felt seconds from passing out. Her ears buzzed so hard, she couldn’t hear anything else. Her heart kept slamming into her ribcage, almost in time with Finn as he fucked her.
And Lars had nearly masturbated her into coming, until Bailey had taken over. His fingers were all over the place, which made her scream out in frustration.
The gag blocked the sound though.
Her body was a seething mass of conflicting sensations. Hot and cold washed through her, making her skin tingle and her core ache.
When Finn had first thrust into her, there’d been a brief moment when that ache had been subdued. But now, the harder and the deeper he forced his way inside, the more she ached.
Perhaps sensing her frustration, Lars put his fingers over Baileys, and began showing the man how to make her come.
And she almost did.
With Finn slamming into her so hard that she kept burrowing deeper into her pillows, and Lars guiding Baileys’ fingers in a slow, hard circle over her clit, her body was screaming for release in seconds.
Then the touch on her clit disappeared, and a light slap to her face roused her from somewhere deep and warm and all consuming.
“Stay with us,” Lars said, smiling at her. He stretched to the side, and came back with a bottle of champagne. Tugging the gag from her mouth, he tipped the bottle against his mouth, and darted forward to kiss her.
She moaned against him as he let fizzing liquid dribble past her lips. His tongue came a second later, cold and wet from the champagne, taking her mouth with as much determination as Finn thrust into her.
With no one touching her clit, her orgasm flickered away.
Champagne spilled down her throat and between her breasts, collecting in her navel. Then a stream of it splashed on her belly, and she jerked away from Lars in shock. Bailey had the champagne in his hand, tipping it over her naked body, his succulent mouth trembling as he watched it fizz over her skin.
Then he dipped his head and licked it from her, moving lower and lower.
More champagne burst over her pelvis, and trickled and fizzled its way between her legs. Bailey’s tongue came to lap it up, and she bucked so hard against his mouth that his teeth caught her flesh.
“Easy,” Lars murmured. “Or we’ll have to tie you up even tighter.”
Fuck, she wanted that more than anything else right then.
“Yes,” she blurted out. “Tighter.”
Lars tutted at her, shook his head, and shoved the gag back into her mouth.
Of course…they wouldn’t listen to her. She could say what she want, kick and fight and scream…and they wouldn’t stop.
God…she didn’t want them to.
A hard hand grabbed her chin, twisting her to face forward. Finn leaned over her, still steadily thrusting into her, and grabbed her gag with his teeth, pulling it out.
Bailey pulled back, wiping his hand over his mouth and looking as if he’d just woken from a deep sleep. Strong fingers began massaging her clit; Finn, matching each hard stroke with a thrust.
“Do you want to come,” he asked.
“Yes,” she mewled, close to tears with how badly she wanted it.
“Tough luck. You’ll come when I say you do.”
He tore a kiss from her, leaving her lips aching, and shoved the gag back into her mouth.
“Wider,” Finn said, glancing first to Lars and then Bailey. “I want to fuck her until she breaks.”
A shudder tore through her. There was something about his voice…the light in his eyes.
It didn’t sound like he was acting. His rough voice had dipped low and, when he reached up and grabbed her throat, it wasn’t a gentle grip.
Fear surged inside her. She struggled furiously, managing to slide one of her hands free of Bailey’s knot. Lars had done a better job of his ties—they didn’t move an inch.
She shook her head, yelled, “No!” and bucked her hips so Finn couldn’t fuck her.
His face hardened. He yanked the gag from her mouth, and tilted his head to the side. “If you say it, it’s over,” he murmured. “You’d better make fucking sure you want me to stop.”
He didn’t put the gag back this time. Instead, he leaned back and used his hand to spread open her folds. Bailey and Lars grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart and forcing her knees up.
Finn tore a scream out of her when he thrust into her.
Every nerve ending in her body caught flame. The world dipped out of existence in that moment, flaring up a second later, larger than life. Every sound was magnified, amplified. She could taste Lars, Finn, Bailey in her mouth. Feel their hands over every inch of her body, stroking her.
Again, he rammed into her, and she let out a breathless cry. Her lips began forming the word, the word that would end this terrifying mix of pain and pleasure…
But instead of fighting her fear, she welcomed it.
Her resistance crumbled, and it was like flood waters washing away a coastal town.
Finn tightened his hand around her throat, snarling like an animal as he took her in front of Lars and Bailey. As he claimed her for his mate. His, and his alone.
A climax sped towards her, but it felt different. Heavier. Fiercer.
He was so close, she could feel his warm breath over her lips. His eyes bore into her, pinning her as surely as his body was doing.
She licked her lips, forced moisture into her mouth that the panting had dried, and whispered, “I love you.”
His eyes flickered, and the snarling animal that had contorted his face into that vicious snarl slunk away.
“What? He whispered, blinking at her.
“I love you.”
Finn squeezed her throat, and lay a fierce kiss on her mouth.
She could feel him flooding her when he came, his cock throbbing inside her as he buried himself into her right up to the hilt. Her body arched, not in climax but with the intense p
leasure of knowing she’d made him come. Her legs came free, and she wrapped them around his waist, urging him deeper inside her.
Finn groaned, nuzzling his teeth along her throat as he thrust into her a last time. He caught her lips with his teeth, and then urged his tongue inside her mouth, claiming that too.
She’d never felt as safe, as protected, as she did in that moment. His body lay heavy on her, his chest fluttering as he panted for breath. Then he slid his hands under her and embraced her as he drew out.
Leaving her empty and aching, her body on fire and her skin damp with sweat. He kissed her again. Gentle, slow. And then sat back, trailing his fingers over the length of her body—from her wrists all the way down to her toes.
Disappointment flashed through her as Finn sat back, seeming done. Satisfied.
He must have read the question in her eyes, because he gave her a slow, lazy smile.
“You want to come?” he asked, slowly stroking his cock. If it had gone soft, then it was already hardening again.
“Yes,” she pleaded, swinging her head first to Lars and then to Bailey. Back to Finn. “Please.”
“That’s better,” Lars murmured. Her eyes shot back to him as he slid his boxers down his legs. He stood fully erect, skin the color of creamy milk. “I like it when you behave yourself, bunny.”
“Don’t call me that!” she snapped, and immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say.
Lars eyes narrowed, and he slapped her clit with his fingers. She gasped, bucking up before Bailey could press her down into the bed.
“Let her loose,” Lars said, glancing up at Bailey. “Let’s see if she can fight her way out of this.”
66
One of those parties
He’d never been as ready to fuck someone as he was right then. With Cora spread out like a Christmas dinner, his mouth was salivating at the thought of being inside her.
Having Bailey and Finn watch…well that was like two rounds of dessert.
