by Mia Ashlinn
No response. But the straps of her bra gave away, telling her the answer. Immediately, her full, heavy breasts spilled almost all of the way out of the cups.
“Yes,” she hissed. Damn, I’m one fucked up chick. I spent a bunch of money on a bra, and I wanted them to cut it up before I have even had it twenty-four hours. Yep, I’m fucked up.
“Not good enough,” Drew murmured from next to her head as two big hands reached into her bra and caressed her swollen breasts. She writhed, moaning shamelessly as the hands sought and found her nipples. The nubs hardened instinctually under the hands stimulating them, begging him to continue rolling them not-so-gently between his callused fingers. But he didn’t. The hands shoved her bra down, completely exposing her breasts to their gazes and the cool air in the room.
Her nipples tightened painfully with need for their attention, a need they were denied. Their hands all disappeared from her body at the exact same time, leaving her feeling bereft and alone, even though they were still in the room with her. “Jared? Drew? Randy?”
Something shifted, and she heard a sound that filled her with dread—ice cubes being moved around in a bowl. She spat, “Don’t you fucking dare. I can handle domination, and I am all for submission. But I will castrate every last one of you the moment you let me loose if you torture me. I’m sure that I can find something in the kitchen.”
So help me God, when you guys release me, I will make you pay for this with some gadget or utensil in this fucking kitchen. There has to be something I can use.
“Maybe we should keep her tied up all the time,” Randy commented humorously with a smile she was not able to see but could definitely hear in his voice. “That way we don’t have to worry so much about what she is going to do to us in our sleep.”
Randy’s amusement made her violent. She thrashed, struggling and tangling with the handcuffs futilely. “You better worry, Romeo! Ice is just plain evil, and I do not reward evil. I get even with it.”
“She isn’t going to do anything,” Jared remarked with equal parts arrogance and confidence from his new position between her legs. “She loves us this way.”
Shannon grunted. It was the truth, but she would be damned before she confirmed it. After their earlier discussion about her temperamental nature and fighting compulsions, their arrogant heads would probably explode if she uttered the words aloud.
“Ready?” Drew asked.
She inhaled, mentally preparing herself for an ice cube to land somewhere on her body. But nothing could have prepared her for what came next. An ice-cold tongue snaked between her pussy lips then pushed inside.
“Motherfucker,” she yelped as her body bucked.
Two hands latched onto her hips, holding her down as the chilly tongue made a second pass across her folds before dipping back inside. This time, though, the tongue rimmed her entrance then thrust up into her pussy. At the exact moment the tongue speared her cunt, a warm tongue lashed her aching nipple then bit down.
“Oh, hell,” she cried out, her body convulsing but going nowhere thanks to the hands at her hips. “You guys suck.”
Randy chuckled. “No, that’s your job. Do we need to talk about the rules again?”
She growled aggressively. “Yes, we do. I’m getting the bad end of the stick.”
“Oh, baby doll,” Randy said. “You’re about to be on the end of a stick, but it won’t be bad.”
The tongue in her pussy, swirling and twirling around her passageway, stopped her from telling Randy the facts of life. Her walls coiled around the tongue fucking it. A humming sensation vibrated through her cunt, and she moaned appreciatively, “Oh, Jared. That is—”
A small, smooth ice cube touched her neglected nipple, and she screamed, cutting off what she’d been about to say again. One of her men—probably the diabolical Drew—caressed her distended nub with the inflexible substance.
At her other breast, a warm mouth lapped at her sensitized areola, making teasing sweeps across her nipple. She shuddered, her desperate needs pulling her under. “Please, do something. I don’t care what. Just help me. I can’t take this.”
“You don’t care what?” Randy asked incredulously. “Are you really sure about that?”
She nodded or, at least, she thought she did. “Yes!”
The tongue buried in her pussy slid out of her drenched channel. Gentle hands—probably Jared’s—pushed her legs back, rolling her hips until her ass was opened fully to him. “Don’t move,” Jared ordered then dropped his mouth to her back entrance and touched the tip of his velvety tongue to her rosette. He caressed the puckered hole in a wave-like pattern, bringing about a surge of moisture from her pussy.
Apparently, Drew wasn’t the only one with an anal fetish. There was something about having her men tantalizing her anus with their tongues, their hands, and their cocks. It was so hedonistic, so kinky. It drove her out of her mind with lust.
She heard a nearly inaudible click on both sides of her body that she didn’t recognize. But, before she could ask, the handcuffs around each wrist loosened then disappeared. She sighed in relief. They were, finally, going to do something to help the ache tormenting her cunt.
Jared pulled away from her as two sets of warm hands appeared on each side of her. They grabbed onto her—one set at her upper body and one set at her lower—then flipped her over. A third set of hands caught her and helped lower her smoothly so she didn’t get hurt.
Between her body being plastered to the inflexible surface and the hands at her waist anchoring her down, she didn’t have a chance to stop them when the hands at her sides brought her arms downward and re-handcuffed her to the door handles. “What the hell?”
Drew chuckled. “Did you think we were done with you, munchkin?” His words grew softer, indicating he was moving away from her. She heard the refrigerator door open, some shuffling, and then it closed. “Not hardly,” he muttered, his voice growing louder again.
Having been focused on Drew, she hadn’t paid attention to the other two men in the room. Boy, was that a mistake. One man wound an arm around her waist and lifted her up before thrusting a couple of cushy things underneath her hips then setting her back down. This had to be Jared with the kind and caring hands.
“Are those cushions?” she asked redundantly, recognizing the soft, malleable pillows from the bar stools. No response from Jared or anyone else for that matter. His only answer was the fading of his footsteps as he walked toward the upper end of the island. A rustling noise and the low hum of male whispers followed behind his movement.
Are they ever going to answer my questions? Or is this another way to torment me?
The other man swept her hair to the side with a very odd-feeling thing. He started at the base of her neck, tickling her with the soft tips of the unknown item. She giggled reflexively and jerked against the handcuffs, cursing when they bit harshly into her wrists. But that didn’t slow him down. He brushed the bristly object across her back, making zig-zags down her spine. Randy. Of the three, he would be the most likely to choose this form of cruel torture.
To her right, she heard the sound of a peeler against a coarse vegetable. She’d been cooking long enough to recognize that sound anywhere. “Why the hell are you skinning a potato?”
Drew chuckled with an edge of darkness that both scared and thrilled her. “Who said it was a potato?”
“Oh, God,” she moaned as she remembered her recent grocery trip. Her pussy softened, pulsating wildly. “Please tell me that is not the gigantic piece of ginger you sent me to Garrett’s to buy last night.”
No answer from any of the men, not that she needed one.
She quivered as Randy reached the curve of her back with his instrument of torture. She expected him to go lower still. But he surprised her, taking one lengthy sweep of the rough, fringy gadget from the bottom of her back to the top. “Amazing what a basting brush can do,” Randy commented as he raced downward again.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her back arched,
crushing her tender breasts against the countertop and grinding her painfully stiff nipples into the marble.
“I think she’s going to love what a wooden spoon can do,” Jared commented from her bottom half, next to her ass. How did you get down there, Jared? He skimmed her cheeks with the thick, solid spoon.
“You three are going to pay for this,” she promised, trembling uncontrollably. “I suggest you fuck me or I will kill you in your sleep.”
Three snorts filled the air around her.
“Assholes,” she sneered.
“I’ll show you asshole,” Drew quipped from the bottom of the island as he pushed his way between her legs, bumping her naked pussy with his covered cock and causing her to groan. How the hell do you guys do that? Do you have teleportation or something?
Drew squeezed the globes of her ass firmly in his strong hands before opening them wide. “Yeah, there is an asshole right there. And a very pretty one, too.”
Jared dipped the wooden spoon between her legs, grazing her twitching clitoris and gliding through her folds. He slid up the widened crevice between her ass cheeks before removing it. “I think someone likes this. Look at her juices coating the spoon.” He paused then groaned. “Fuck, that tastes good.”
She couldn’t actually see Jared with her eyes. But her mind didn’t care. It pictured him admiring the spoon with his blue eyes and licking it with his velvety tongue. “I hate you right now,” she snapped. Her bold lie sounded pitiful, even to her own ears. Man, I suck at lying.
“No, you don’t,” Drew disagreed, releasing her cheeks, only to have them replaced by another’s hands.
A second later, she felt a wet and soft yet firm object against her rear hole. She shuddered, her cunt convulsing violently. “No, no. Don’t hate you. Love you. Do something, please,” she pleaded, raising her ass up in the air and wiggling it uninhibitedly.
“Stop that.” Jared smacked her ass with the rigid spoon, her only warning the whoosh of air passing the wood. “You know better.”
Her body bucked, the burning on her cheek swift and powerful. She closed her eyes, savoring the pain and pleasure as it converged into one entity. “Please, please, please,” she chanted without shame. If only they would listen to me.
They didn’t.
“This piece of ginger,” Drew informed her while rimming her rosette, “will burn like hell in your ass, but you won’t give a damn. You’ll be too busy begging for us to fuck you. You’re going to want to come so badly that you’ll do anything and say anything for relief. Then, when we take it out, you’ll beg us to put a new one back in.”
The hands on her ass kneaded her clenched cheeks, alternating from one to the other. “You’re going to love this, baby doll,” Randy murmured.
Materializing at her ear, Jared whispered, “We know how much you love to ride the edge of pain and pleasure. This is as much for you as it is for us.”
“I know,” she screamed. “Now do it!”
Drew probed her anus, pressing inward too slowly for her taste then retreating before starting all over again. She knew he made headway with each invasion, but it was driving her mad. Impatiently, she growled, “More.”
And Drew gave her more all right. He drove the ginger plug all the way into her rectum with a groan. “Fuck, I’m going to come just looking at that snug asshole swallowing the ginger.”
“You’re so beautiful, so hot, so sexy,” Jared crooned into her ear before kissing her behind it. He travelled down the side of her neck, circling back before he journeyed back up and kissed her behind the ear a second time.
Randy growled, “Spoon.”
“Oh no,” she screeched. “You are not spanking me with that while I have ginger shoved up my ass.” She squirmed, inadvertently pulling on her restraints and clenching her ass. Warmth spread through her rectum, but it was minimal.
This is supposed to be painful? Mentally, she snorted. I can take a hell of a lot more than this.
Apparently watching her reaction, Jared chuckled. “I don’t think she feels enough of the burn yet.”
She heard the wooden spoon being smacked into someone’s hand. A second didn’t pass before the rigid utensil met the flesh of her ass with a crack. Every muscle in her body seized, and she clenched onto the ginger. The warmth built into a steady burn, and she moaned softly. I still need more.
“Keep going,” Drew commanded to whoever was spanking her ass.
“Yes,” she panted. “Keep going. Please keep going.”
“My pleasure,” Randy responded, launching into one thwack after another thwack, her cheeks throbbing and flaming under his ministration.
She cried out with each relentless blow. Her ass clenched, and the juices from the ginger seared her. The steady burn increased continually until her ass felt like someone had stuck a branding iron up it. But she kept going higher, the orgasm mounting inside every nerve ending, every muscle. Her cunt vibrated with a desperate need that only one of these men could fill.
“Fuck me, please. Someone, anyone. I need you three. Please, please, please,” she begged. “Oh, God!”
Her orgasm was so close she could almost touch it, but abruptly her spanking ceased, and all her men vanished, leaving only her and the ginger plug behind. “No,” she cried out, “Don’t stop!”
“We wouldn’t dream of leaving you hanging now, princess,” Jared replied. “Just a minute, okay?”
Unable to form words, she grunted.
The sound of pants unzipping, shirts being tugged off, and fabric falling to the floor filled the room. Each time she heard her men take something off, her mind raced with images of their lithe, powerful bodies standing around her, aiming their massive cocks at her. She thought about the three of them fucking all her holes at the same time until she came so hard she blacked out.
With each vision and thought, her pussy spasmed and her ass clenched. The blazing fire inside her rectum grew and grew until she thought she’d combust. Then, finally, her orgasm burned through her body.
The muscles in her pussy drew together, one contraction after another tearing through it. Involuntarily, her ass clamped down on the ginger harsher than ever before, the inferno reaching a flame-filled crescendo. She bit her lip, holding back her scream of release.
“Did you just come?” Drew demanded to know, jolting her back to the real world. His raw voice whipped around her, and she shifted nervously.
“Yes,” she whispered honestly.
Instead of being angry, Drew groaned. “What were you thinking about?”
Heat suffused her face, and she stammered, “I–I–I–I was thinking about your sexy bodies and hard cocks.”
“Shit,” Randy swore. “Hard doesn’t cover it right now.”
With her confidence returning, she smiled, feeling completely sexy and fuckable. “It could be that I came because I was imagining all three of you fucking me at the same time, while I had a piece of ginger lighting up my asshole.”
A shocked, tense silence filled the room. Then, to her delight, the blindfold disappeared, and Jared and Randy disengaged the handcuffs from her wrists while Drew gently pulled the ginger out of her ass.
“Upstairs,” Drew growled.
She scrambled off the island, not giving a damn if she looked sexy or ladylike, and flew toward the stairs. Taking the steps two at a time, she was in the bedroom and on the bed in no time flat.
The men came in right behind her, all three of them stalking toward her. Jared reached her first, crawling on top of her and looking into her eyes. “Thank you.”
“For what?” she asked in confusion.
“All of this,” Jared replied as he swept his hand around the room then added, “but it’s going to have to wait, princess.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“You’re welcome.” She smiled up at Jared, teasing him and his brothers with questions she already knew the answer to. “Are you really sure you want to wait? I mean, aren’t you guys hungry? There are potato chips over there—”
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All three men yelled in synchronization, “No!”
“Maybe we should indulge in my brand of potato chips now,” she offered with a wink, “and we can eat the ones I bought at Garrett’s later.”
Jared rubbed his rigid cock against her pussy. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Mmm, I love plans,” she murmured. “I have lots of them, but right now, I can think of much better things to do.”
Widening her legs, she pulled her knees as far back as possible. She lifted her ass from the bed rhythmically, offering her pussy up to him time and again, urging him to thrust deep inside. “Like you fucking me.”
Jared dipped down and kissed her. His silken tongue lazily slid against hers, and she trembled, moaning into his humid mouth. He released her lips then rolled on to his back and tugged her with him. He used her as a blanket to cover his body with hers. “How about you fuck me?”
“Hell yes!” Frantic to feel him inside her, she led his cock to her entrance. He grasped her hips then lowered her onto his thick shaft. She moaned long and low as desire arose inside her body, controlling her mind and her movements. She fell forward, their lust-filled bodies colliding. “You feel so good in my cunt,” she told him, punctuating her words with tiny kisses all over his handsome face. “So hard, so hot.”
“Oh, God,” Jared groaned as his ass left the bed, propelling his massive cock into her cunt and seating himself deep within her walls. “You drive me crazy when you talk dirty.”
“Mmmm,” she replied, rising up and sinking down onto his shaft until his balls met her ass. She undulated smoothly against him then lifted and impaled herself again. “I love to talk dirty.”
A fever swept over her, and she rode him mercilessly. Drowning in her passionate haze, she didn’t notice the bed dipping as Drew and Randy joined them, but she felt their presence keenly. Drew moved to the top of the bed, and Randy crawled up behind her.
Turning her head, she smiled at Drew, hoping that her love for him shined in her eyes. “Hi there.”
