by Tara Rose
“Yes, Sire.” She hadn’t meant for it to come out sarcastically. When they swatted her ass cheeks, one on each side, she giggled.
“Oh, I see we have some work to do,” said Jaxon. He slipped a dark piece of silky fabric over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Brenna’s breathing immediately grew rapid, and he nuzzled her neck. “We will be right here. We’ll never leave you alone like this, okay?”
“All right.”
He caressed her lower back. “Here are the rules. You address us each as ‘Sire,’ and you may only speak to answer a question or clarify a command. Do you understand?”
She swallowed hard, not because she was afraid of what he’d said, but because his words and the dominant tone of voice he’d taken on reminded her so much of Mark that it hurt for a moment. “Yes, Sire. I understand.”
“Since you brought up the concepts of limits and safewords yesterday, we’re going to give you a safeword. Say ‘red’ and we will stop and take care of your needs before proceeding. That word can also be used if you feel afraid, or are unsure about something we’re doing to you. Is this clear?”
She smiled. “Yes, Sire.” This was going to be all right. They wouldn’t hurt her.
“Any limits up front we should know about?” asked Parker.
“I don’t care for clamps or hard biting, Sire.”
“All right.” He brushed his hands along the backs of her thighs and she moaned. That had always been a spot she found particularly erotic to have touched, and now was no exception. “Please tell us you truly do enjoy impact play as you hinted at last night.”
“Oh, yes, Sire. I love it.”
“Good,” said Jaxon, “because we both love it, too.”
She listened to them move around the room, and could barely breathe by the time she felt the mattress shift and knew they were both on the bed, one on either side of her. They began smacking her ass, but it was half-hearted and clearly designed to warm up her skin. They knew what they were doing, despite them not using the same terms as she was used to. That helped her relax into the moment, and enjoy the sensation of not knowing who was doing what. She wasn’t sure which man was on which side of her, and that increased her arousal.
When the open-handed swats turned to strikes with two toys, she moaned and pushed her ass further in the air. One of them was using a stiff leather flogger, and the other was using a paddle. It felt like hard leather, and the image of the man in the painting flashed through her mind.
They were taking turns, one then the other, alternating toys, and she could hear them breathing hard. Their combined scents filled her head, and she swore she could even smell the shower gel they’d all used. Mark hadn’t blindfolded her too often, but each time he had, all her other senses had been enhanced. She loved it, and hoped they used it all the time from now on.
The toys changed again, and now it felt like a flogger made of something thicker than the previous one, and a riding crop. They hit her harder each time now, and she groaned continuously as the pain and pleasure became one luscious combination. She relaxed further into the soft bed and simply let go, allowing the endorphin rush to fill her mind as well as her body.
There was no need to think. She only had to experience this and let the sensations take over. They weren’t only striking her on the ass now. They reached underneath with the toys to hit her pussy and her nipples occasionally, and that really stung. Once again, the image of that woman in the painting, on her back chained up, flashed through her mind. Would they restrain her? She wanted them to.
When they stopped, she was surprised. Her blindfold came off, and she was on Jaxon’s lap. He held a glass to her lips. “Here, Brenna. Drink this.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Her ass cheeks, nipples, and pussy were nice and toasty warm, and she felt giddy. But why had they stopped?
“No, not at all. But we were at it for nearly an hour.”
“You were?” She blinked a few times, then realized both their faces were covered with a fine sheen of sweat. They’d been working that hard.
Jaxon chuckled softly. “Had a feeling you drifted away there. Drink, please.”
She drained the glass, and then Parker poured her a second one which she also drank. The fog began to clear. “That was seriously amazing. Thank you.”
“We thought so, too,” said Parker. “Are you back with us now?”
She giggled. “Yes, Sire. I believe so.”
Jaxon moved her off his lap and onto her back. Then he covered her body with his and pulled her arms overhead. “Good. Because we’re both ready to burst here.”
She started to giggle again, but his tongue inside her mouth changed that laugh to a groan. He rubbed his dick against her pussy until she thought she’d explode. If she was this ready, they both had to be out of their minds with the need to come by now. How could they hold off for so long?
When he finally sat back on his heels and sank his cock into her wetness, she clung to his arms and rode the waves of passion coursing through her. They were both so skilled. He played with her clit, and the orgasm that had been building during the impact play exploded. Brenna closed her eyes and let it wash over her, hoping they fucked like this all day.
Jaxon kissed her again, and then he withdrew and Parker took his place. As Parker fucked her slowly, Jaxon knelt close to her face and pulled on his dick as he watched Parker thrust in and out of her pussy.
Parker grasped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “You’re so beautiful. I love watching you come.”
“You’re beautiful, too. You both are. I love this.”
He smiled, and then he withdrew and they rolled her onto her side. Parker slid his dick back into her pussy, and Jaxon moved closer to her head so he could fuck her mouth. She was amazed they still hadn’t come. They fucked her slowly, almost lazily, but she didn’t mind. It felt incredible either way. Rough and ready or slowly, without hurry.
They changed places once, and then they sat her up and pushed pillows against the headboard so she could lean against them. Both men moved in front of her, and they took turns fucking her in the mouth. Now their thrusting was more urgent, and as each one came in her mouth, she struggled to swallow each drop of cum. She’d always enjoyed the taste, and it was even more fun now with two men to pleasure this way.
The men took turns holding her and stroking her hair and back, and when they crawled off the bed, Brenna felt like she needed another shower. She told them so, and Parker fell back against the bed, groaning. “Now that you’ve put the image in my head, I’ll be hard again in a few moments. Don’t you realize what you do to us?”
She laughed and walked into the bathroom to turn on the water. They didn’t join her in the shower, and when she returned to her bedroom she saw why. They were both asleep. Parker was curled up on his side on her bed, and Jaxon was asleep on the sofa. She watched them for a few moments, smiling, then dug in the dresser drawers until she found two soft throws. She covered each man, then rang for Molly because she had no clue where her clothes were.
Brenna put her robe back on to wait for Molly, and then she moved closer to the door so the girl wouldn’t accidentally wake up the guys when she came in. Molly’s eyes widened as she walked into the room and spotted the guys. “I don’t know where my clothes are,” Brenna whispered.
Molly nodded, then scooted past her and pointed toward an armoire. She opened it, and Brenna whistled softly. She’d never seen so many pretty dresses. They each looked like they belonged in a museum. She finally chose one with royal blue insets that she felt would show off her eyes. The rest of it was a deep cream color, trimmed with black. It was stunning.
The fact that she cared what she looked like for them wasn’t lost on her. It had been a long time since she’d wanted to please a man, or wear something she knew he’d enjoy. It had also been a long time since she’d had sex or played. Whenever she and Mark had done both, the need to please him had been great. She’d been his s
ubmissive, not merely his fiancée.
Brenna glanced at the sleeping forms of Jaxon and Parker again. She wasn’t their fiancée, and she wasn’t their submissive, at least not in the way “submissive” was defined in her world. She was their…what, exactly? What would they refer to her as? What was her role here? What were their expectations of her?
Was this really her life now? She’d never work again. She’d never see her family or friends. Visiting Mark’s grave was out of the question. She lived in these rooms now, having sex and submitting in play to two men she didn’t even know. And there was enough political turmoil and intrigue going on inside this castle to fill a mini-series. She’d never watch TV again, or go online, or use her cell phone.
What would happen to her home? What would her family think? Would they see that painting in her laundry room and wonder what the hell it was doing there, or had it disappeared when she’d crossed over?
Hot panic rose up in Brenna’s mind as Molly skirted past her, casting furtive glances toward the sleeping men. Brenna took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. She was safe. It would be all right. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, using the visualization techniques Gretchen had taught her.
Molly muttering under her breath forced Brenna back to the present, and as she watched the girl rummage in dresser drawers and continue to give both Parker and Jaxon quick glances, Brenna wondered whether the poor girl had ever had sex. They were naked under the throws, and the room smelled like cum and sweat. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what they’d been doing in here.
Molly raised her brows at Brenna, so Brenna walked over to where she stood. Molly pulled out a corset and tights. “You’ll need my help getting into the corset and dress, Miss,” she whispered.
Brenna dropped the robe and pulled on the tights. Then she stood next to the bed and hung onto a post as Molly laced up the corset. She’d need to learn to breathe with this thing on, but once she had it done, it wasn’t as bad as Brenna thought it would be. Molly helped her get into the dress, laced up the back, and then Brenna tied the laces on the bodice.
Her dressing table was across the room, so Molly chatted quietly while she fixed Brenna’s hair with enough combs and pins to choke a horse. “I really am sorry again, Miss. About last night I mean.”
Brenna glanced in the mirror toward the men, but they were still sound asleep. “It’s okay. They told me I couldn’t return home and I should have believed them.”
“This must be frightening for you.”
“It is. But not as much this morning as it was last night.” Liar. It’s worse this morning.
Molly nodded.
“May I ask you a very personal question?”
“You may ask me anything you wish, Miss.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Oh…I’m sure I don’t know, Miss.”
What an odd thing to say. Brenna turned to face Molly. “You don’t know if you’ve been in love?”
“Well, I suppose I have been, but I was young. And it’s of no consequence now, Miss.” Molly began gathering up the combs she hadn’t used.
“Why not?”
She cut her gaze toward the guys again, then pulled a stool over and sat close to Brenna. “Pardon me, Miss. I hope this is all right.”
“Of course it is.” Brenna understood she had a place to keep, but if this girl was her maid now, she wouldn’t feel comfortable expecting her to walk on eggshells every time she came into the room.
“There’s a stable hand named Ethan who is sweet on me, but it won’t come to anything.”
“How do you know that?”
“He has to choose a bride from Wythmail, Miss. Didn’t Their Highnesses explain all that to you yet?”
Brenna shivered. “Yes, they did.” Until Molly said it, the full magnitude of what their women went through hadn’t hit her. “So you can’t marry anyone? Not even if the two of you don’t mind that you won’t have children?”
Molly shook her head. “It’s forbidden. If we marry our own men, Ashdown would eventually die out, Miss. I have to be content with my lot in life.”
Brenna glanced toward their sleeping forms once more time. “And with being seduced by your own royalty.”
Molly’s eyes widened. “Oh, not them, Miss. They never did that to me.”
“But others have.”
Molly averted her gaze.
“It’s none of my business and I’m not trying to embarrass you.” She’d obviously been wrong about Molly being a virgin.
“Your two princes never seduced me, Miss.”
Yes, you said that. “Now that you’re here, with me, will they still do that to you? Other princes, I mean.”
“They’re not supposed to, Miss, but some of them aren’t as respectful of our laws and practices as others.”
She’d practically spat out the words, and a violent shiver ran down Brenna’s spine. “Anyone in particular we should be on the watch for?”
Molly shook her head and stood so fast she nearly toppled over her stool. “Listen to me, prattling on like this. I’ll leave you to them now, Miss. Unless there’s something else you need me to do for you.”
“Only one thing, Molly. You can talk to me, okay? Everyone needs someone to confide in.”
A flash of gratitude filled her big green eyes. “I’m not here to confide in you, Miss, but that is a kind offer. Thank you.”
“Just the same, if you need to, please know it’s all right to do so.”
Molly curtseyed. “Thank you, Miss.” Parker stirred and Molly headed for the door to the hallway. “Ring if you need me, Miss.”
Molly closed the door behind her, and Brenna watched it for a few moments, wondering who was still trying to get her into bed and why.
Chapter Ten
Parker and Jaxon watched the easy way Brenna met and spoke with their family members during dinner that night in the Great Hall. Parker couldn’t help but remember Abigail’s second night here. He and Jaxon had caught them exchanging angry words out in the hallway. Jarrett, Colton, and Abigail hadn’t come into dinner after that incident, and Parker and Jaxon never did find out why they’d been arguing.
Now, as Parker watched Abigail two seats to the left of him, smiling and talking to those around her, he felt guilty for having judged her, and also for having judged his brother and Jarrett at the time. He and Jaxon had found it amusing that those two were already arguing with the woman they’d chosen one day after she’d crossed over.
But after listening to Brenna talk about Mark earlier, it had brought home how devastating this must for those women. Who had Abigail left behind? What must it be like to be ripped from your world and forced to live in a new one, with men you’d only just met? He’d never really considered this from the woman’s point of view before.
Abigail had been here for more two months already. He hadn’t spoken to her very much, but he knew it had taken her weeks to open up to others. Brenna was here now, one day later, smiling and making small talk with people she’d just met.
Were the differences between her and Abigail that vast, or was Brenna merely hiding her pain behind a mask of complacency and acceptance? She’d had a bad scare last night. Of that he was certain. But to watch her now, it was as if it had never happened. She was so poised and confident.
She knew everyone here had heard about the incident by now. He and Jaxon told her that this afternoon, after letting her know she’d be dining here tonight. She’d merely shrugged and changed the subject. Parker wasn’t ready to assume her nonchalant reactions implied she had shaken it all off. It was more reasonable to imagine she was in denial, and big time if the way she was laughing right now was any indication.
As he watched her, he also noticed a subtle shift of her gaze every few seconds first toward Molly, who stood silently and impassively against the wall between Frank and Michael. Brenna’s gaze cut between Molly and then the triplets, seated with his father, Quentin, and other Council members. P
arker wished the triplets were facing him because he could only see their backs, but Molly was close to them, and she faced them from where she stood.
He and Jaxon had listened to Brenna’s concerns about Molly, and then asked her why she thought the triplets were behind the girl’s obvious discomfort. She couldn’t say, other than her gut told her it was true. And now, it was clear she was watching Molly for a reaction, but she wasn’t at a vantage point where she could see the triplets’ faces, too.
He and Jaxon had discussed it when Brenna took a nap, and both agreed it wasn’t a far-fetched idea, but also had to agree it would be unlikely the triplets would see much of Molly in their day-to-day lives from this point on. She had a room down the hall from Brenna’s, and Michael and Frank each had rooms that flanked hers.
Once a prince, or princes, chose a woman from the other world, they moved into a new suite that included space for their servants and a room for the woman. But before Brenna crossed over, Molly had been in the general pool of servants who took care of the queen’s needs. It would have been easier for the triplets to approach her, but not so easy that their attentions would have gone unnoticed.
The suites had never had guards before, but they did now. That was another reason Brenna’s breach last night was such an embarrassment for him and Jaxon. There had been no guards outside their suite yet as there should have been. He and Jaxon were supposed to have seen to that, but they’d been too focused on other matters.
Parker was distracted from his musings when Colton, on his left, asked him a question. After he answered it, he returned to watching Molly and Brenna. While he was glad Brenna had a mystery to occupy her mind, he didn’t want her dwelling on matters that might cause her to do something foolish. Like try to follow Molly or someone else so she could spy on the triplets.
After dinner, Parker suggested he and Jaxon show Brenna part of the castle. She wanted Molly to come along, and they said that was fine. The girl walked behind them, between Michael and Frank, and four guards who now accompanied them everywhere took up the rear. Brenna seemed unfazed by the entourage as she asked questions about the tapestries and the electric lights.
