He pulled his hands back up to grip her thighs. He pounded her pussy, pulling and pushing her whichever way he wanted. She was his. The friction and the heat of her pussy were pushing him over the edge far too soon. Rye felt a shiver at the base of his spine, and his balls drew up painfully. He groaned because there was no way he could hold off any longer. She was too tight and too wet. Her pussy sucked at his cock, milking him. Rye reached around and his hand slid through her juice. He found that button that was sure to set her off. He firmly pressed his finger against her clit as he ground his cock into her one last time. Rachel shuddered, and he felt her come. She said his name over and over. She spasmed around him, her delicate muscles clenching at him. He practically saw stars as he poured himself into her.
He was shaking as he slumped forward onto Rachel’s back. She fell into Max’s lap. Max immediately began stroking her hair. His brother told their woman how beautiful she was and how happy they were to have her.
He was glad Max had the words to express how they felt because they failed Rye. Rye lay against her, breathing in her scent and listening to the sound of her thundering heart.
Chapter Sixteen
Rachel held on to Max as he carried her through the cabin, back toward the bedroom. She knew exactly what was waiting for them there. She’d toured the guesthouse and decided it was the perfect place to start their lives. There was a king-sized bed with one-thousand-thread-count sheets and just about every sex toy known to man. Stefan Talbot believed in being prepared.
She squirmed a little in Max’s arm, trying to adjust to the toy Rye had shoved up her ass not ten minutes before. Every time she moved, the plug sent mini-shocks through her entire lower body. When Lana had shown her the room earlier in the day, she’d wondered if Stefan Talbot had his own manufacturing company that specialized in the truly filthy. There were dildos, butt plugs, feathers, various things that vibrated, lubricants in assorted flavors, and the list went on and on. She didn’t even know what some of the things did. There was an odd bench that seemed too low to really aid in reaching high places. It almost looked like a mini picnic table. She stared at it for a moment.
“What are the hook things for?” Her arms were draped around his broad shoulders, and she sounded slightly sleepy even to her own ears. She was strangely fascinated by the decadent space Stefan called his “playroom.”
Her men seemed comfortable here. Rye had one of the closet doors open and was looking for something. None of them wore a stitch of clothing. Rye’s muscled backside was completely bare, and that was how she liked it.
“That’s for the handcuffs or rope or whatever your Master chooses to tie you down with,” Max replied with a salacious grin on his handsome face. He looked awfully naughty and deeply satisfied.
She’d put that look on his face. Still, she had some questions. Kink might be big with the men of Bliss, but she hadn’t been around it a lot. Her relationships had been perfectly vanilla.
“Why would you want to handcuff me to a stool?”
“It’s called a whipping chair, and it’s all the better to spank you with, my dear.” There was a distinctly wolfish leer on Rye’s face. He held a leather riding crop in his hand. He tapped it against his palm as though testing it.
Rachel narrowed her eyes and gave him her stare. It was the one that let the Harper twins know that they could probably get her to do something, but they would pay for it later. She’d been working on that stare for weeks.
She was satisfied when Rye took one look at her, gulped, and put the crop back in its storage place. “No crop for you, then. You would probably use it on me later.”
“You smack my ass with that or that paddle thing with the holes, and yes, there will likely be retribution,” she replied as Max set her on the bed.
He tossed her down and followed quickly, rolling with her. His hands were everywhere, playing with her boobs, caressing her backside, and tickling the backs of her knees.
Rye closed the door and turned back to them. He had something in his hands, but it looked like jewelry rather than a crop or a paddle. His lips were in a half smile as he stared down at them. Rachel gasped as Max caught a nipple between his teeth and bit down gently.
“What happened to my little submissive?” Rye asked wistfully.
Damn it. She wasn’t good at this. “I’m sorry, Rye. You’re right.” She managed to get up despite Max’s protests. She turned. She got onto her hands and knees, presenting her bottom to Rye. If he wanted to explore some light spanking, then she was willing to give it a try. “If you want me to get onto the bench thingie, I will.”
Rye laughed, and his big hands caressed her ass lovingly. He pressed in on the plug, making her moan and writhe. Max repositioned himself, and his hands found her breasts. He plucked at the nipples while his mouth lightly nipped the back of her neck. She sighed at the sensation. Her pussy was heating up again. She couldn’t believe how hot these men could get her.
“Show me your breasts, Rachel.” Rye’s deep voice stroked across her skin.
She came up on her knees and turned to Rye.
Max gave her a hot wink as she glanced at him. “Show him those tits, baby. They are so pretty.”
She let her hands cup her breasts, offering them up for Rye’s delectation. She was rewarded with a slow curving of his lips.
“Max got those nipples hard, didn’t he? You can get them harder though, can’t you, brother?”
Suddenly Max’s hands came around her back. She could feel his erection pressing into her backside. His fingers pushed hers aside and took their place at her breasts. His big hands cupped her breasts, massaging and stroking them. She let her head fall back against Max’s chest. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“They’re tight, Rye. Put those jewels on our doll now.” Max’s deep rumble brought her back to attention. She looked up, and Rye was reaching for her.
“She is our doll. I think I’ll dress her up.” Rye had what looked like long, jeweled earrings in his hands.
“What is it?” Rachel asked.
“Max, spank that ass.” Before Rye could get the words out, Max’s hand came down sharply on her ass, and she yelped at the sting. The slap moved the plug, making every nerve in her backside come to life. The stinging pain on her skin was quickly replaced with a light heat that she felt in her womb.
“I think we’ll use our hands, baby.” Rye chuckled. His voice was low and sexy. “I don’t think we need to bring a crop or a whip into it. There are too many places for you to actually get your hands on a riding crop. I don’t think I’d like where you would shove it. Now, I didn’t tell you it was time to talk, but I’ll answer your question anyway. This, baby, is a nipple clamp, and it is going to look so pretty on those tits of yours.”
He opened the clamp and fitted it to her nipple. The clamp bit into her sensitive flesh. Like the plug in her ass, it was on just the right side of pain. She hissed as he clamped her other nipple and sat back.
“Very pretty. Those will jiggle nicely when we fuck you hard. Now, hands and knees, Rachel.” Rye’s cock was jutting out from the V of his thighs. Rachel wanted it in her mouth, but she went to her knees in front of him.
“She’s very obedient.” Max’s hand traced the line of her spine. They took up places on either side of her body.
“Now she is, but she has a lot to make up for.” Rye’s hand came down on her ass.
She couldn’t stop the moan that came from the back of her throat. Maybe the spanking thing wasn’t so bad. The heat spread through her body.
Rye continued, “Our woman is never going to be submissive, Max. We have to be careful. I think she might take some creative revenge if we get too extreme. See, if I use my hand, then the only revenge your gentle heart is going to be able to have on me is slapping your hand against my ass.” She felt his lips kissing where he had spanked. “And, Rachel, your hands are welcome on my ass anytime.”
“Mine, too,” Max said sweetly. His face c
ame into view as he lay down underneath her. Rachel was struck at how open and happy Max looked. The bear of Bliss County looked sweet and sexy. “You can spank me anytime you like. You tell me to get on your lap, and I’ll count it out, baby.”
Rachel snorted at the thought. It turned into a little squeal as Rye smacked her again. This whole not-talking thing was getting to her. They’d actually found a punishment that bothered her.
“Go on and say what you need to say.” Rye let her off the leash.
“Don’t tempt me, Maxwell. You know you deserve it sometimes.” She was pretty sure there were citizens of Bliss who would pay good money to watch her tan Maxwell Harper’s hide.
“And I’ll take it,” Max replied with a wink. “I get to call you Rachel, Mistress of Pain whenever you discipline me. I’m likely to do bad things so you’ll punish me.”
Rye’s hand came down right in the center of her ass. She gritted her teeth against the sensation. The plug jerked in her ass, a jumble of pain and wild pleasure. The clamps on her nipples were heavy, pulling at her, tugging. The heat bloomed outward, a sweet feeling that made her restless. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Max’s. His tongue reached out to touch hers.
“You don’t need a reason,” she said. “You’ll do bad things because you’re Maxwell Harper.”
He didn’t try to protest. “Yes, but the discipline is an added incentive to misbehave.”
He winked at her, and his face disappeared. She felt him moving behind her. She tried to look back.
“Eyes front, Rachel,” Rye ordered.
She gamely turned back, staring at the carved wooden headboard, but her mind was on the two men now running four hands all over body. She breathed slowly, trying to calm down her racing heart. It felt like there was no place she wasn’t being worshipped by their hands. They didn’t leave an inch of her skin untouched. Fingers plucked at the clamps on her nipples, and a warm tongue ran down the length of her spine. Someone nipped firmly at the hollow of her ankle. She was shocked at how sensitive she was there. The Harper brothers were finding all her hot spots. They were finding some she didn’t even know she had.
She nearly protested when she felt one of them leave the bed, but then she heard Rye’s voice and felt his hands on her thighs.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.” He growled the command. She felt him slide his shoulders between her splayed legs. “I want access to my pussy.”
Max’s weight was back on the bed. She felt his hands spreading the cheeks of her ass.
“I’m going to take out this plug and work some more lube into your ass, baby,” Max said matter-of-factly. “Then, I’m going to fuck you with a bigger plug. I want to make sure you’re ready to take me and Rye there. You understand how we want to fuck you, right?”
She nodded as she bit her lip against the slight burning sensation. She breathed as he pulled out the plug. There was a sense of relief and a strange feeling of disappointment. She’d been so full. Max was rubbing her with the lube, working it into her backside. He rimmed her over and over. It made her eyes water and every nerve jittery. It was a very intimate sensation.
“One in my pussy, one in my ass.” She’d thought of nothing else for the last week. She’d thought about being in between them, surrounded by their big bodies. Safe and warm and loved.
“That’s right.” Rye’s warm breath was right over her pussy. It was all she could do not to shove herself onto his face. She felt his tongue reach up to delicately lap at her labia.
“Oh, please, Rye.” She wanted him to fuck her with his tongue. She could feel the flexible plastic head of the plug begin to breach her anus. It was so much bigger than the first one. It was probably still smaller than Max and Rye.
“We’re going to stuff you full of our cocks.” Max was breathing heavily as he slowly pushed the plug into her ass. “When you think you can’t handle any more, baby, that’s when we ride.”
Her head fell forward. The twin sensations of burning pleasure and the delicate feel of Rye gingerly stroking her with his tongue were making her crazy. The jewels on her breasts jangled. It felt like every nerve in her body was being manipulated by them.
“Rye, please,” she pleaded again. The plug was all the way in now. She felt the muscles in her ass working to accommodate the larger plug. Max pulled the plug in and out, fucking her ruthlessly.
“Was there something you wanted, Rachel?”
Rye sounded entirely too calm for her peace of mind. She was nearly senseless with desire. She needed them so much. “You know what I want.”
“Then let me hear you say it.” His breath floated across her pussy like a warm blanket.
“Eat my pussy, Rye.” She gave him the words he wanted. Max slowly pulled the plug out and then carefully began pushing it back in. The pressure was going to kill her. She needed to come.
His tongue barely touched her clitoris. “What do you think I’m doing, darlin’?”
He pressed kisses along her labia.
“Teasing me.” He was going to drive her insane. He was acting like a cat lapping up cream. She needed more than the slow, tantalizing tongue-lashing he was giving her.
She hissed as he gently bit down on her clit.
Max pulled the plug out of her ass. “Are we going to do this, or are you simply going to torture her the rest of the night?”
“It would serve her right,” Rye said.
She could feel him smiling against her skin. His tongue ran lightly over her heated flesh.
“You’re torturing me, too,” Max grumbled.
Rye chuckled, and Rachel felt his hands on her hips. “Fine. Sit on my face, baby. I’ll eat your pussy.”
He pulled her down, and Rachel was suddenly on her knees with her butt against Rye’s sculpted chest. Her head fell back as Rye shoved his tongue inside, urging her to move against him. His strong tongue pushed into her pussy. He licked and sucked at her soaking flesh. He fucked deeply into her, his fingers pulling her pussy lips apart so he could get as far inside her as he could go.
Max moved in front of her, watching the scene with hot eyes. He leaned in and kissed her while she ground her pussy against his brother’s mouth, riding his tongue.
“I love these tits,” he breathed into her ear. “Look at how they bounce. So fucking pretty. Let’s see how you like this.”
He pulled gently on the nipple clamps. She gasped as the sensation went straight to her pussy.
Rye’s hands parted her as his tongue swiped across her clit. It set off a wave. The heat and pressure started in her pussy, but it bloomed across her skin. Her head fell back as she came. Max tongued her nipples, and Rye tortured her clit until she sobbed and came again.
She shook as Max pulled her off his brother’s mouth and rolled across the bed with her. She was still experiencing aftershocks as Max settled her over him.
“Ride me.” He groaned as he pushed his way into her.
She let herself sink slowly onto his cock. Her body was still humming from the orgasms they had already rung out of her. She wasn’t sure she could take another, but she couldn’t deny them. She watched Max’s eyes. He didn’t take them off the sight of his big dick disappearing slowly into her pussy. His face strained with the effort he was putting forth. He held himself still and let her control the pace. It was easy to see how much it was costing him.
A big hand caressed her back. “Lean forward, Rachel. This virgin ass is mine.”
Rye moved in behind her. She couldn’t see him but knew he must be between Max’s legs. He gently urged her forward.
Max steadied her against his arms. The look of love and lust in his eyes reassured her more than words could. She tensed as she felt the head of Rye’s cock start to push into her ass.
“Relax, baby,” Max whispered. “Let us take you. It’s going to be so good. You’ll be so full.”
Rye’s dick was far bigger than anything that had breached her tight hole previously. She gritted her teeth and hissed as he patiently
worked his way in. The pressure burned.
“She’s so fucking tight.” Rye groaned behind her. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her back with ruthless intent. “Shove back against me, baby.”
She took a deep breath, then did as he asked. Making sure to not lose Max, she carefully pushed her backside toward Rye. She gasped as she felt his cock push past her asshole, and he shouted as he breached her.
“Oh, god, you feel so good. Do you have any idea how hot you are?” Rye sounded like a man in pain.
“I know how hot she is.” Max thrust up, and she groaned. She could feel her nails digging into Max’s flesh. Max was staring over her shoulder with an impatient look on his face. “Are you ready to fuck or not?”
Rye thrust in, and she could feel his balls hit the cheeks of her ass. “Let’s ride.”
She’d never felt so full in her life. She could barely breathe. When Max stroked in, Rye retreated. He pulled himself almost all the way out of her sensitive ass only to tunnel ruthlessly back in. Every nerve in her body was singing. She felt like she was riding a giant wave that pushed her back and forth, but it didn’t matter because any way she went felt incredible.
She felt Rye pounding into her, all delicacy gone now. Max’s hips slammed up, and his hands pulled her down at the same time. She thought she was going to faint when Max reached out and firmly stroked her clit. Rachel went flying. Anything she knew before went right out the window. This was so far past any orgasm she’d ever had. This was a bomb going off in her body. She screamed as Rye stiffened behind her. Heat filled her ass and then her pussy as Max gave in, too.
She fell forward into Max’s arms, his cock still tucked into her body. Rye gently pulled out of her ass and rolled to the side.
“I love you, Rachel,” Max whispered. His mouth caressed her forehead.
She slipped off Max’s body and found herself nestled in between them. She laid her head down on Max’s chest. Rye’s arm slipped around her waist.
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