by Zoey Marcel
His words sent a wild, electric thrill through her veins that was swiftly met with overbearing trepidation. “I can’t ever go there again. I got too damaged from it.”
“Who hurt you?” Cory asked, kissing in between her shoulder blades. “Was it Lucius or someone else?”
“I don’t want to talk about it and no amount of discipline can drag it from me,” she snapped.
Brad didn’t chastise her. He merely searched her guarded countenance with his thoughtful, determined gaze. “I want you to come to the club with me.”
Her brows rose in panic and her head shook manically in refusal.
“I want to show you my world and—”
“I’ve seen your world, Brad, and it sickens me. You and your leather-clad, chauvinistic ghouls hide behind a fancy title to conceal the fact that you like hurting women and seeing them cry. Thanks for the offer, but I have too much self-respect to throw my brains out the window for you.”
His brown eyes narrowed over her careless derision. “I’ve never abused a woman in my life. I got into this lifestyle because it just feels right to me. And I became a Dom to share my passion for it with others and to teach amateurs how to go about it safely and differentiate between BDSM and abuse.”
His reasons humbled her, but his subsequent words irked her.
“Just because you got hurt by a poser is no excuse to just assume that everyone else is as fucked up as you are.”
“Go to hell.” Chanel tried to move so as to dislodge Dawson’s and Cory’s fingers from her so she could leave, but they didn’t relent from their hedonistic mission.
Brad caught her lightly by the arms and pulled her back down next to him. “I like it just fine where I am, thank you. And you sure as hell aren’t going anywhere.”
“I won’t be your slave and you can’t sweet-talk me into it.”
Cory snickered as he gave her growing clitoris several taps, making it tingle. “Brad’s never sweet-talked anyone in his life. He’s way too obnoxious for that. He has to bully and reason with people and then they realize he’s always right.”
Chanel rolled her eyes. “He can’t always be right.”
“Why not?” Brad challenged as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
Her mouth fell open at the sensual stimulation on her breast.
“For crap’s sake, Dawson, are you gonna use the whole damned tube on her?” Cory complained.
“I just want to make sure I don’t hurt her. I’m a lot wider than you.”
“Shut up, man. I’m the perfect size. Your oversized dick is probably gonna hurt her.”
“That’s why I’m giving her extra lubrication.”
“Well, hurry up. My cock isn’t known for patience.”
“She’s done.”
Brad stood, looking like a Marlboro Man with his shirt opened, exposing his well-developed chest and abs.
Chanel forgot her fear temporarily, or rather she shoved it aside so she could get lost in this moment with them. She shouldn’t stay. She couldn’t be their mate for as much as she wanted to, and she certainly wouldn’t be their slave.
Brad reminded her too much of Lucius for her to open up entirely and give him that dangerous level of control again. Certainly Brad had far more integrity than his predecessor, but his aggressive dominance was just like the man who had hurt her so long ago.
Cory sounded mildly concerned. “Shouldn’t we put her over on the couch so her knees have cushion?”
“Good idea,” Brad agreed.
“That’s sweet, Cory, but I’ll be fine. I’m pregnant, not handicapped,” Chanel objected.
“Get on that bed, woman.” Brad guided her to her feet and lightly pushed her onto the round bed in the center of the room with a playful, mischievous grin. “We’re going to take care of you whether you like it or not.”
He went around to stand alongside the bed and pushed his jeans down farther so they rested at his ankles. His mighty erection jutted toward her like a lance ready for action. His glistening pre-cum gathered in his slit, calling to her like the precious nectar of a flower beckons to a hummingbird.
Chanel licked her lips, moistening them with her tongue.
Cory lay beneath her on his back and situated her on all fours so she rested astraddle on him. He rolled and kneaded her breasts, moaning his delight when she nestled her crotch against his. The forbidden fire emanating from his erection inflamed her with desire as the sinful heat diffused and burned every part of her cunt with depraved longing.
She sipped the pre-cum Brad’s cockhead emitted, savoring the masculine, salty essence. His thankful sounds were deep and guttural as his long, thick fingers snaked through her hair and threaded, holding her head in place so retreat wasn’t an option for her.
She nibbled the foreskin and swirled her tongue around the crown, lips curving into a self-satisfied smile at his wild gasp. Oh, yeah. She was good.
“Sweet Jesus, woman,” he panted, his interlocked fingers bearing down on her head with a controlling pressure that made her giddy. “Dawson, would you fill her ass already before I explode?”
“She’s so tight. I don’t want to hurt her,” Dawson worried.
Chanel felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto it with them, heating her blood with the knowledge that, within a matter of seconds, she would have all three of them.
The unmistakable sound of a wrapper opening as a condom was released from its temporary confinement was resonant and erotic amidst the chorus of arousal coming from each of them.
“Screw this. I can’t wait.” Cory impaled her on his boner, dragging a startled cry from her as he stroked into her body rhythmically, drawing all sorts of wonderful sensations from her.
Chanel rocked gently against his hips, relieved that she seemed to be capable of bringing two men pleasure at once. Could she handle three at the same time and manage to keep them all gratified without becoming distracted by her own enjoyment?
Dawson parted her butt cheeks carefully before moving in and poising his cock at her puckered opening. She felt the latex pulled taut over his length just before he ventured forward with meticulous precision.
She relaxed her anal muscles for him as her body accepted his generous girth. He hadn’t been kidding about how wide he was. Despite the liberal dowsing of lubricant he’d slicked her hole up with, the painful stretching of his gradual entry bordered on too much to cope with. She ignored the pinching burn, determined to have him this way.
Brad shoved his cock farther into her mouth with a deliberate thrust of his hips and Chanel opened wider for him, feeling her lips stretch over the mouthful of his meat. With his well-endowed size and her vigorous sucking, her jaw would probably be sore afterward. The ride would be well worth it, though.
Cory stopped rocking into her body while Dawson advanced in her back door.
“Mm, you’re so tight, baby,” Cory moaned before brushing her arm with a light kiss. “Are you all the way in yet, Dawson?”
Dawson answered him with a strained grunt as he forged deeper into her passage until he’d sunk in up to his drawn-up sac. “Yeah, I’m in.”
Chanel’s breathing became sharp and ragged at the incredible fullness they provided her with as they rested motionless in her body. She wiggled slightly to encourage momentum and they chuckled, granting her wish.
The feel of them moving inside her was better than she could’ve ever imagined. The tight fullness as they stretched her nearly took her breath away.
She reminded herself to not lose concentration on sucking Brad off while Dawson and Cory infiltrated her as deep as they could. She couldn’t tell whether they were being cautious with her or going bananas. Their sounds suggested reckless abandon, though the speed of their thrusts was beyond her reasoning at the moment.
Brad pumped into her mouth furiously, uttering godless, irreverent words that would make a nun blush. His pre-cum leaked onto her tongue, titillating her taste buds with the knowledge that he was close t
o losing it because of her.
Her breasts swelled with desire as they filled Cory’s groping palms, spilling over them until they were flushed with heat. Her distended nipples hardened to the point of suffering and she nearly melted in ecstasy at the way his lower abs grazed hers with each of his movements. His wiry pubic hair was smashed against hers and the scent of sex polluted the air with its distinct, heady odor.
The fervent strokes of their erections compressed her holes against each other, creating an intense pressure that felt so good she almost couldn’t stand it. Her G-spot simmered with suffused heat until her body reached a fever pitch and she wanted to scream from the overwhelming pressure.
Her knees shook with exertion and her blood turned to liquid fire in her veins before running cold with an electric charge that made her tingle all over. Her eyes glazed and she felt as though she’d stepped out of her body and into a dream world of riotous pleasure.
Chanel shook her head, crying out in protest on Brad’s raging hard-on.
Concern softened his features as he withdrew from her mouth to check on her. “What’s wrong?”
Dawson and Cory stopped moving in her and tried to catch their breaths.
She drew in a shaky breath, arms and legs wobbling in the firestorm of nirvana. “You have to stop. It’s too much. Everything feels too good. I can’t stand it.”
Brad raised an eyebrow. “Is that a fact? We’re going to pleasure you, love. It’s our duty and privilege to do so.”
“But you can’t. I’ll faint or die. I feel too much.” She caught herself, grimacing when she saw the knowledge brewing in his eyes.
“I know you do. I want you to feel this way. I want your body to burst into flames every time we fill you and I want you to pass out when we make you come.” His eyes hooded and darkened as they scoured hers for the truth she couldn’t hide from him.
Chanel shivered when his thumb caressed her lower lip, and Brad gave her a victorious smile that said he knew exactly what he did to her and wouldn’t stop.
“I want you to face the truth of how you feel about us. We’re not going to let you run or hide anymore. You belong with us and if having hot sex with us strips away all your defenses and leaves you bare before us until you have no choice but to admit the truth about your feelings, then so be it. You’ve had this coming for a long time.”
“It’s too strong. What are you doing to me?” Chanel whispered.
“Healing you, sweetheart. Giving you what you were always meant to have. Touch her clit, Cory.”
Cory grinned from beneath her. “Gladly.”
She squealed at the delicate touch of his finger grazing her pulsing clitoris. “Oh, my god! Stop! He’ll know how much I feel for you! He’ll kill you!”
Brad yanked her chin up to meet his fuming glare. The jealousy flickering in his saddle-brown irises looked deadly and turned the blood to ice in her veins. “Don’t ever mention Lucius or any other man from your past while you’re in bed with us again, ever, or I’ll beat your ass for it. When we’re fucking you you’d better make damned sure that we’re the only men on your mind. Got it?”
“I’m sorry. I just don’t want him to hurt you.”
Cory snorted. “For Pete’s sake, we outnumber him three to one. Now quit insulting us.”
“It wouldn’t matter if it was just one of us against him,” Dawson added, nuzzling her with his smooth cheek. “Nothing’s going to keep us from getting to you. We won’t let anyone stand between us, including him.”
“Tease her clit, but don’t let her come until I tell you to,” Brad instructed Cory.
“Sure thing.”
Chanel jolted at the sparks of pleasure igniting on her bundle of nerves as he gently rubbed her there. “Oh god, you’re going to kill me!”
Cory chuckled. “Not a bad way to go, though—death by climax.”
“I’m going to teach you to come on my command. I’ll choose a word and after a good deal of practice, you’ll come whenever you hear me say it,” Brad informed her confidently.
“I don’t come on command.”
His cocky, sensual grin thrilled her to insanity.
“You will.”
“I shouldn’t have come here,” Chanel muttered, half to herself. She felt too much for them and it showed. They knew she was crazy about them and they wouldn’t rest until she was theirs.
“You didn’t know it would be this strong, did you?” Brad lifted her upper body so her arms wrapped around his hips. He fisted his cock while he pinned her with his feral, hungry gaze and tickled her nipples with his stiff appendage.
Chanel whimpered, struggling to get away from the chaotic pleasure stirring in her breast tissue. He wouldn’t let her escape from him and neither would the other two brothers.
“It’s no good, Chanel. We know how you feel about us. Even when you told me you hated me, I knew it wasn’t true. Now I know you were just protecting me. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? You’re scared. Afraid of what you feel.”
“Stop psychoanalyzing me,” Chanel ordered with an authority that escaped her when she needed it most.
“Struck a nerve, did I?” He looked at her with his knowing, searching gaze. “Lucius was the Dom who hurt you, wasn’t he?”
Her eyes lowered and she wished more than anything that she could flee from him in that moment, or get his brothers to thrust in her again to sate the unbearable ache in her vagina.
“I remind you of him, don’t I? That’s why you’re afraid to trust and submit to me. You’re worried I’m going to hurt you the way he did. Someday I’ll prove you wrong.”
Chanel heaved an uneasy sigh, allowing her focus to dart away from his. “You won’t get the chance. I won’t let you control and dominate me like he did.”
Brad turned her chin toward him, willing her to look at him. His voice was low and serious. “Yes, you will. It would be hard enough for me to hold back with you if I thought you truly hated BDSM, but I know that to be false. You may be scarred from your past, but you’re addicted to the lifestyle, aren’t you? You cream like a butter churn whenever we give you a taste of it.”
“Plus we saw all those books you have about BDSM and ménage while we were packing your things earlier,” Cory put in. “And all your sex toys and handcuffs.”
Chanel blushed. “You had no right to go through my things. I used them on men. I didn’t let them dominate me.”
The intimate way Brad looked at her while running his fingers through her long strands of hair sent a flurry of mixed emotions sweeping through her. Knowing that he loved her made the demigod that much more desirable to her, but the awareness of his appetite for control in the bedroom and, as she’d always feared, outside of it, made her leery.
Dawson sighed from behind her. “I don’t mean to be rude, but chop chop, Brad.”
Cory chuckled. “I know, man. This isn’t an epic war movie. Let’s fuck now and save the heartfelt speeches for later, shall we?”
Brad’s lips twitched with humor, but his eyes never left Chanel’s as he felt her face and hair all over with his hands, stirring her feelings to the surface from within her.
“Are you finished?” Her coldness made her heart hurt. Chanel knew she shouldn’t be this icy to a man she was so hopelessly in love with, but she was vulnerable right now and he knew it. Whenever cornered, walls were erected to shield herself from the one threatening to expose her doubts, fears, and insecurities.
All she really wanted was to be open and honest with them, but laying the cards out on the table wasn’t an option if she valued their lives. She had to keep them safe.
Unfortunately, her lust had distracted her from the fact that to sleep with them posed a threat of real danger to her cowboys. So far tonight she’d done a shitty job of protecting them. Perhaps she should leave in the morning so Lucius would follow her away from them rather than harming or killing them out of revenge.
Brad palmed his shaft and eased it back between her lips. His penis elong
ated and swelled in the steamy heat of her mouth.
Dawson and Cory began screwing her again and it wasn’t long before the powerful, familiar pressure commenced again, announcing the impending arrival of her vaginal climax. Her clit throbbed and tingled while Cory made circles on it, rolling it in time with his thrusts.
Brad’s head went back and he hissed at the way she played with his taut balls. “Get her off, Cory.”
“Let it all out, sugar,” Cory rasped as the spasms of her cunt sucked his cock. “Oh god, yes! That’s it. Let go with us.”
Chanel felt the mind-altering explosion of both external and internal orgasms slamming into her and sending a wave of euphoria rioting through her. She screamed like mad as the otherworldly sensations spiked to levels of rapture she could no longer tolerate. Her sex rippled and shuddered around Cory’s dick and her ass grabbed onto Dawson’s cock so tightly she didn’t know how she could stand it.
The flavor of Brad erupting into her mouth as his seed splashed down her throat drove her crazy. She drank it all up, swiveling her tongue all over his sticky shaft and glans to clean him and enhance his obvious pleasure.
She heard his brothers cry out and felt them grab onto her tightly as they came.
Her cunt pounded like an erratic heartbeat in the aftermath and she shook helplessly between their bodies, limbs quaking violently. They had her. They always had. Their exploring hands traveled all over her body, evoking shivers of carnal awareness.
She lay still and languid in Cory’s arms, molding into the heat of his chest.
Dawson slumped over her, panting the evidence of his exertion. The light, smooth feel of cotton told her he’d never taken his shirt off. Why not? Was he self-conscious about his weight again? The possibility tugged painfully on her heartstrings. He deserved all the confidence in the world. She must make him see how undeniably sexy he truly was.
Chanel’s eyes watered and stung. She’d found her happiness, her three reasons for living, and now Lucius would take them from her. If she was lucky, he would spare her baby and raise it as his, but if he was enraged over her conduct like she feared he’d be, he would probably kill it.
