by Madison Faye
“I WANT it!” I gasped, begging.
Begging him for his cock.
“Good girl.”
He’d barely whispered the words before I suddenly felt him slip the head inside of me. I cried out, the breath catching in my throat as he slowly drove every single thick inch of his enormous cock deep inside my tight, dripping wet pussy. My eyes went wide as he moved deeper than anything I’d ever felt, filling me entirely.
And then he was buried to the hilt, and my whole body quivered.
Ash’s powerful hands grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled out and then immediately drove back in. I moaned like a woman possessed as Erik wrapped my hair back around his fist and pulled me back to his cock. I opened my mouth, gasping as he pushed his thick shaft over my tongue, grunting as he hit the back of my throat.
They started to move me like that, Erik’s hands in my hair and Ash grabbing my hips as they rocked me back and forth. I’d sink back onto Ash, feeling Erik slip from my mouth, before he’d pull me back on as Ash withdrew.
I moaned as they took me hard from both ends, harder than I’d ever had it. My mind spun, and my body melted for them as their groans, their hands, their cocks, and their touch pulled me deeper and deeper into pleasure. This was tapping a dark fantasy I’d never even admitted to myself. I wasn’t just having sex, I as being taken, hard — something I’d never experienced before. Moreover, this was happening with two rough, hardened men — a filthy, wicked fantasy I’d barely acknowledged inside my own head.
I could feel my body writhing and tensing, building higher and higher towards that release as my two captors pumped me full of their thick cocks again and again. Behind me, Ash growled, his hands grabbing my ass tightly as he fucked me deeply, his balls slapping my clit on every deep thrust. Erik groaned, pulling my hair just tight enough to make me gasp at the thrill of it as he pumped is cock deep into the back of my throat again and again, growling every time I swirled my hungry tongue over his head.
They pumped me back and forth, gripping me tighter, moving me faster, and harder, and deeper, until my world started to blur at the corners. Ash’s hand came down with a sharp crack on my ass, and just like that, I exploded.
I screamed around Erik’s cock. I knew this was so wrong, with them being my captors. And I knew this was so filthy, being used like this by two hardened, rough men.
But none of those things could stop the climax that shattered through me.
Erik groaned as my lips sealed around his shaft, and I moaned deeply as I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. Suddenly, he grunted, and I hungrily began to swallow the thick load of cum he pumped into my hungry mouth.
Behind me, Ash gripped my ass hard in his hands as he buried every inch of his big cock in my tight little pussy and just erupted. Jet after jet of his hot cum filled me to the brim as he continued to rock his cock in and out of me, sending me into aftershocks as my body trembled and shook between them.
Slowly, we came to a stop, and the two of them pulled back from me.
I whimpered, collapsing onto the sheets as the rush of what had just happened shuddered through me. I panted, my eyes shut and my breath coming heavy as the warmth of the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had glowed through me.
“Did we learn a lesson today, Ms. Thorne?”
I swallowed as I glanced up from the bed to see the two of them slipping pants back on, both of them grinning at me wickedly.
I nodded, still panting. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes?”
I bit my lip, unable to look away from them. “Yes, sirs.”
“Good girl.”
Heat pulsed through me when Ash said that. He shrugged his shirt back on, before stepping towards me, and before I knew it, he was leaning over me to slide his fingers over my tender pussy. He rolled them over my clit, making me gasp and igniting that fire inside of me, before he pulled back with a dark smile.
“Good girl,” he whispered again. The two of them let their eyes burn into me once more, before they opened the door.
And then they were gone.
I sank back into the sheets, my mind whirling and my thoughts spinning at a million miles an hour.
What on earth was happening to me?
11
Erik
“The fuck was that?”
I let my breath out in a stream as I leaned over the stainless-steel sink in the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and close behind me, and then felt Ash tap me with something cold. I turned, nodding somberly as I took the beer from his hand, popping the cap on the edge of the counter before bringing it to my lips.
Shit.
“We crossed the line.”
Ash’s mouth tightened as he brought his beer to his lips. “She felt it as much as we did, man. She was on edge as much as we were back there.”
“We shouldn’t have.”
“Maybe.” Ash swore. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
“This is off the plan.”
“This has been off fucking plan since she walked into that club,” Ash hissed, glaring at me. “And you know that as much as me.”
The plan. The goal. The target of this whole thing.
The Cunninghams, and the shit they’d brought with them. The plan here was to get close, get them sloppy, and get them to slip up, so we could strike. The plan was to break Ryan, his father, and their cronies apart piece by piece, and bury them beneath the ground for what they did.
For what they’d done.
To Amy.
That was the goal, and Mia Thorne stepping into that club had thrown the biggest monkey wrench in the fucking world into the mix. Because one look at her, and each of us knew we were undone. One look at that angel, and I knew all three of us were fucked.
Today had been a breaking point. Today had been a test we’d both failed. We were better than this, stronger than this. Men like Ash and I, and Oliver for that matter, had spent most of our lives honing ourselves into machine-like control. We’d come up in chaos, having to fight for what we needed, and after spending the life we’d spent clawing our way to where we were, control was something that came as easy as breathing.
Mia made it impossible to breathe.
She made it impossible for me, or Ash, or Oliver, to have one fucking ounce of control. And that’s what had happened today. We’d walked in there thinking we could keep ourselves in check.
We’d been wrong.
Way fucking wrong.
I could still taste her lips on mine, could still feel the way her mouth had felt inhaling my cock and swallowing my cum. I could still feel her smooth skin under my hands, and her scent still clung to me.
The first cracks in the dam of this plan had appeared.
And her name was Mia.
Just the same, fuck. I shook my head as I glanced up at Ash and grinned. “That was pretty fucking good though.”
He snorted. “Good? Are you fucking kidding me?” He whistled and shook his head, slugging on his beer. “You know that was the best either of us have ever had.”
“She’s untrained, that’s for damn sure.”
Ash shook his head. “She’s not like the others. She’s…” he shook his head, drinking his beer.
“A fighter?”
“I was going to say hellcat,” he grinned. “But yeah, that works.”
“I couldn’t say no, man,” I said quietly, my face clouding.
Ash shook his head, frowning as well. “Me neither, man.”
“Oliver is gonna be pissed.”
Ash snorted. “When is he not pissed?”
“This is different.”
“I know.”
“Because you know damn well he’s feeling the same way about her we are.”
Ash nodded.
“Fuck, man,” I swore. “We were just supposed to keep her here, keep her safe. Not—”
“Not take her and make her come more and harder than I’m willing to bet she’s ever come before?”
I grinned.
“Yeah, that.”
Ash whistled again as we leaned against the kitchen counter. “Shit that was good.”
I shook my head, sighing as I clinked my beer to his.
It was really good. That had been the most intense sex of our lives, and we barely knew this girl. Moreover, she was nothing like the women we usually went for.
Moreover, this was a real shit idea.
The problem was, we’d had a taste then.
And now we wanted more.
12
Mia
What have I done?
I sank into the tub, letting the bubbly suds I’d poured in along with the hot water claim me. The bubbles slowly enveloped me as I sank into them, covering the sweet, wonderful bruises — little reminders of the most incredible sexual experience of my life that I’d just had.
With two men.
My captors.
I’d never done that before. Well, of course I’d never fucked someone who’d kidnapped me before, but I’d also never been with two men. Hell, I’d never been with one man as commanding or as dominant as they’d been.
And I knew, though I’d never admitted it to anyone — even myself — that somewhere deep inside of me, that’d been the fantasy. I knew despite always looking for the smiling, kind, gentle man, what the dark part of me had always craved was that.
Submission.
Giving up control.
Something hard, and raw, and demanding, not sweet and not tender.
Ash and Erik had fucked me — they’d taken me as they pleased and dragged the orgasm out of me as I’d screamed for more.
I’d never even conceived of sex like that, never even close. My body still tingled there in the tub as I replayed it, thinking of the way Ash grabbed my ass as he sheathed every thick inch of his big dick inside of me. How Erik had cupped my jaw in his hand and fed me his cock.
…How they’d called me a good girl.
No, they’d called me their good girl.
I moaned. There, sitting in the tub with the replay of what had just happened slinking through my mind, I moaned out loud. My hand slipped down into the water, delving between my legs. I could feel how slippery my pussy was, how hot I still was at the mere thought of it all.
Fingers slipped between my lips, curling inside and sending a shiver through my body.
God yes.
I’d never been dominated like that. I’d never had my world rocked like that. I’d never felt the total loss of control as two big, muscled men claimed me from both ends like that.
I moaned, fingers brushing over my clit as my other hand cupped my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples. I remembered how they’d pumped me between them, the feeling of their thick, fat cocks pounding me mercilessly until I was drowning in my climax.
My pulse thudded, my breath caught in my throat, and a low moan oozed from my lips as my fingers blurred over my aching clit beneath the suds of the tub. I rubbed fast, feeling my toes curl and my eyes squeeze shut as I imagined the two of them making me theirs all over again.
Except, in the fantasy, it wasn’t enough. In the fantasy, I wanted — no, I needed — more.
I whimpered out loud, my moans bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as I imagined Oliver stepping in as well. I imagined him peeling his clothes off, revealing that hard-packed body and his equally big cock, before joining his friends in taking my submission.
In the fantasy, they had all of me — every part of me. In the fantasy, no part of me was off limits to their control, until I was screaming for more, feeling all three of them.
I came, sloshing water over the edge of the tub and screaming out my climax as my fingers blurred over my clit. With a final tremor and a small gasp, I felt my muscles let go as I sank into the hot water.
Holy crap.
I finished bathing quickly, stepping from the water and toweling off with the thick, soft towel to the side. I pulled the terrycloth robe hanging on a hook over my shoulders, slipping it on as I padded to the mirror and caught my own eyes there.
What had I done, indeed?
What the fuck had just happened? What was this, Stockholm Syndrome?
I pulled the robe tighter, shivering at the thought before I looked back up and caught my own eyes again.
I blushed.
If that’s Stockholm Syndrome, sign me the hell up.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes at myself as the blush creeped hotter over my face.
I still didn’t know what the hell was happening to me.
But I liked it.
13
Oliver
My blood pounded in my veins as I stormed down the hallway, a dark cloud following me. My fists clenched at my sides and my jaw ground as the heat thudded behind my face.
I wasn’t mad that Erik and Ash had tasted her.
Fuck, I wasn’t mad at all.
I was just done. I was done denying myself. I was done telling myself we couldn’t do this.
Because apparently, we could.
They had.
They thought I’d be mad when they’d cornered me in my study and told me, and yes, part of me was pissed I’d missed out.
There was even a twinge of jealousy there, again, just at having missed this first time with this girl that had all three of us so twisted up like this. I’d stormed out of the study, immediately making a beeline to her room.
Not because I was mad — because I needed to have her.
My cock throbbed rock hard in my pants as I stalked towards her room. I swallowed heavily. Fuck I could already taste her. My fingers brushed together, and I swear I could already feel her supple skin as I claimed her.
Because like I said, I was done saying no to myself.
And now? Now I was going to take Mia Thorne, and I was going to make her mine.
Erik and Ash had told me some of the details, which had only made my cock painfully hard. I knew they’d taken her together, knew they’d fucked her like we all knew she needed.
They’d been hard, and dominating, and all of that. But they hadn’t Dommed her. They hadn’t made her submit.
I grinned wickedly to myself.
Yes, that would be mine to take. I’d be first in doing that to her. That sweetness I’d make my own, making her submit to me. Because I didn’t just want to go in there and fuck Mia until she screamed my name.
I wanted her to beg me for it.
I wanted her on her knees, mouth open, asking nicely for my cock.
I wanted her bent over, her hands spreading herself open for me and that sweet, tight little pussy of hers dripping wet and ready for me to own.
And there were other parts of her I wanted to claim as well. I wanted all of her, and I wanted it now.
I didn’t knock this time, I just unlocked the door and shoved it open. Mia looked up quickly from the small couch against one wall of the room, near the bookshelves. She was sitting with a book in her hand, in her robe, with her legs curled beneath her. Her eyes went wide as she saw the look on my face — the darkness billowing in after me like a cloud.
The way my eyes locked onto her, and the hunger there.
Yeah, she saw it.
And she shivered.
And that was my last undoing.
The door slammed behind me as I stormed towards her. She gasped, moving to stand, but I caught her first. My hand went to her jaw, cupping it and keeping her firmly on the sofa as I loomed over her.
Our eyes locked, and she swallowed.
“I’ve played by my own rules so far,” I growled out, eyes dipping to the way her robe slipped off one shoulder.
“I’ve restrained myself. I’ve—”
“Oh, were you restraining yourself when you spanked—”
“Do not interrupt me.”
She gasped as my hand slipped into her hair, pulling back on it enough to expose her neck to me. She whimpered.
“I’ve played by the rules,” I shook my head. “But I’m done. I am done sitting idle with you just sitting here i
n this room, tempting me.”
She gasped softly.
“And the thing is,” I leaned in close. “I know you are too.”
She gasped again. “What?”
“You’re done with me playing by the rules, and I know you’re done with me restraining myself. So tell me, pet,” I purred into her ear, loving the way she whimpered.
“Tell me you want me to break the rules.”
She started to open her mouth, but I stopped her with a finger to her lips. I held it there.
“Before you respond, know that I am not my associates. I will take claiming you seriously. And be sure you know that when I take you, I will make you mine, and you will submit to me. And pet?” I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “I can promise you, you will enjoy this.” I pulled back from her. “Now you may answer.”
She blinked, her big blue eyes looking up at me with awe and shock, and something else.
Something heated.
Slowly, she opened her lips…
…And wrapped them around my finger.
And slowly, she sucked.
And the beast inside of me broke free.
Mia gasped as I yanked on her hair again. Her eyes went wide before I suddenly leaned in, crushing my mouth to hers and claiming her mouth. She moaned as my tongue sought hers, my fingers twining in her hair and tugging.
Slowly, I pulled back, my hand still in her long, gorgeous blonde hair.
“Undo your robe.”
Mia blinked quickly up at me.
Slowly, she nodded.
The robe slipped from her shoulders, and I fucking growled as her perfect, succulent body was revealed to me. She was bare underneath, and my eyes hungrily devoured the soft slope of her breasts, her dusky nipples, the sweet curve of her hips.
My cock strained against the front of my pants.
“On your knees, pet,” I husked, watching the way she shivered at my words.
Mia nodded again, her face pink and her breasts rising and falling with her breath as she slowly slipped to the floor in front of me.
“Undo my pants,” I growled.
She whimpered audibly. “Okay.”
