by Tara Rose
Parker lowered it almost to the ground, and then told her to lie on her back. She did, and then they raised it. When Parker blindfolded her, Brenna moaned. One of them pulled her arms overhead, then spread them apart, and she felt them attach soft leather cuffs to her wrists. They did the same to her ankles, spreading her legs apart, and then she heard the sound of chains.
Her breathing grew rapid as she waited, listening for clues. She felt slight tugging and pulling as they threaded the chains through loops in the cuffs, and she assumed they’d attached them to rings on the table. She tested the bonds, and she was locked down tightly. Brenna sighed. This was where she loved to be. Completely at her Dom’s mercy. Two Doms, in this case. They might not use the same titles here, but the overall effect on her mind was the same.
She pictured the woman in the painting. That was her now, and the two men who had paddled that woman’s pussy were Jaxon and Parker. They would do the same thing to her soon. Was that the secret of the portraits? Did they predict the future? Had Abigail seen a scene in the one she’d fallen through?
She heard their voices close to her, low, but couldn’t make out the words. It didn’t matter. She had a safeword, and she knew they’d honor it. She was all right. This was what she’d wanted.
They stopped talking, and she heard them move close to her again. She waited, her limbs trembling, wondering what they’d do to her first. The first sensation was cold metal across her nipples, and she flinched.
“It’s only the flat end of a saber,” said Jaxon. “Very dull. We won’t touch you with the point or the edge.” They continued brushing it slowly across her nipples, and then over her abdomen. She and Mark had never done any knife play, but he had used vampire gloves on her once. She’d enjoyed the tiny pinpricks, mostly because she knew they couldn’t actually cut her by accident. But this could.
Was that why they were using it? The possibility of being hurt and the fear that would accompany it? Whatever it was, she soon liked it enough to relax. She trusted them, which was totally insane if she allowed her thoughts to go there. She’d only known them forty-eight hours. But they hadn’t lied to her, and they’d proven themselves to be gentlemen so far.
When they brushed the flat blade against her pussy, she moaned loudly. The cold metal felt so decadent against her hot wetness. She was already close to an orgasm simply from being chained down and blindfolded. It wouldn’t take much at this point.
The blade was gone, and then they brushed what felt like a stiff leather flogger over her breasts and pussy. When they started smacking her with it, it stung a bit, but at the same time she loved it.
“Look at you,” said Jaxon. “Lying there naked, your pretty tits poking up at us. And your pussy is soaking wet. You want us. Admit it.”
He swung the falls harder against her pussy and Brenna cried out in pleasure.
“Say it. Tell me how much you want our cocks inside you.”
“I want you, Sire. Both of you.”
“I don’t believe you.” He swung the flogger harder against her nipples and she yelped. That really stung. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I want your dicks inside me, Sire. One in my pussy and one in my ass. At the same time.” She could barely breathe let alone speak. The endorphin rush was crazy this time.
“And your mouth,” said Parker, swatting her with what felt like a quirt on her pussy.
Brenna cried out loudly as the burn from it radiated down her legs. She gritted her teeth as he used it on her nipples while Jaxon used the flogger on her pussy. Her breathing came in short gasps and sweat broke out along her hair line. It was a relief when Parker switched to what felt like a mop flogger, and Jaxon used a paddle.
“Now you look like the woman in the painting,” he said, his voice soft and sultry. “Chained up, her pussy swollen with desire, and red from this.” He brought the paddle down hard on her and she cried out again. “You love this. I can smell it on you.”
She did love it. She’d always loved it. And it had been so long since she’d had this exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. Every happy thought she’d ever had bubbled up, but they were all mixed up with the good memories of Mark. Tears stained the inside of her blindfold. As soon as Jaxon mentioned the painting, her thoughts had drifted toward home again, and then they’d gone straight to play with Mark.
He’d been gone nearly three years, and she hadn’t known the horrible secret he’d kept. He’d lied to her, he’d lied to his coworkers, and worst of all, he’d lied to himself. She could only imagine the internal suffering he had endured.
But he was gone. And she was here now, with Jaxon and Parker. They would take care of her, and they would play with her and make love to her. If this was her fate now, she could do worse. They were gorgeous, fun, and charming men. And she was safe with them. Of that she now had no doubt.
Brenna took several deep breaths to clear away the difficult memories, and slipped once more into that state where pain and pleasure became one. Her need to please Parker and Jaxon was strong now. She wanted them to enjoy this as much as she did.
But the pain was becoming difficult to take, and she didn’t know if they sensed it, or were simply tired, but they began caressing her breasts and pussy every few strikes, and she moaned continuously as her climax built. Each time they resumed using the toys on her, the strikes were easier to take, and then they were no longer using them at all.
Fingers moved in and out of her pussy, and she caught the scent of oil before two fingers slid into her asshole. One of them tongued her clit at the same time, and she cried out loudly as a crazy orgasm started.
He pulled his fingers out, and then their mouths were on her nipples, sucking and licking them. “No,” she whispered.
A soft chuckle sent shivers up and down her spine. “Deal with it,” said Jaxon. “You’ll come when we say you do.”
She exhaled loudly, her breath coming in gasps. Prolonging one that had already begun was torture, but these two knew exactly what they were doing. They teased her nipples into taut points that were almost painful before they finally returned to her pussy and asshole.
One of them slid two lubed fingers into her ass, and another slid two into her pussy. His tongue was back, too, and this time they kept it up until her climax crested, and another one began to build. She shook her head back and forth and whimpered as she rode the waves, barely able to process all the sensations.
They took off the cuffs and sat her up just long enough so she could drink some water, and then they asked her if she needed to use the bathroom. She shook her head, and then they adjusted pillows underneath her so that her head and hips were slightly elevated. They put the cuffs back on and lowered the table, and then one of them straddled her chest and teased her lips with his dick.
She had no idea which man pushed his cock into her mouth, and that was even sexier. The other one fucked her pussy, and she was out of her mind with need. They didn’t speak, and she couldn’t move anything except her head. It was the ultimate surrender, and she absolutely loved it.
They switched places a couple of times, and she listened to their sexy groans and occasional grunts, wondering how she’d be walking by the end of this week. That thought almost made her giggle, but that was difficult to do with a dick in her mouth.
When they stopped and took off the cuffs again, they helped her off the table and then Jaxon spoke softly in her ear. “Take my arm.” He placed her hand around it. “We’re walking straight ahead. I won’t let you fall.”
“Thank you, Sire.”
He kissed her gently on the cheek, and the gesture was so tender she had to blink back fresh tears. It was also unexpected. She knew they liked her, and obviously enjoyed her in bed and during play. But the realization they might care for her in other ways one day struck her. And she already knew her feelings for them were heading toward more than fabulous sex and play partners.
But she wasn’t sure how to process that. She could barely get a grip on be
ing here, in a real castle, and in another universe. She’d never believed in anything like that before. And yet, here she was. It was no longer possible to pretend it wasn’t real.
Jaxon and Parker were certainly as real as anyone she’d ever known. And what she felt right now was real. The pain on her nipples and on her pussy from those toys was real, and their dicks inside her were real.
It was time to stop denying what her own senses told her and accept this. She was here. For the rest of her life.
Chapter Twelve
The guys led her to what felt like a bed. They told her lie on her side, and then one of them was behind her, reaching around to grasp her breasts. “We’re not going to restrain you for this,” said Jaxon.
She heard him put on a condom, and then he slid his cock into her asshole. She cried out in pleasure as he thrust slowly, teasing her nipples at the same time. She felt the mattress shift, and then Parker was in front of her, lifting one leg. He licked up and down her thigh, and then he caressed her clit. “Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, Sire,” she whispered. She held her breath as he slipped his dick into her pussy. Jaxon stopped thrusting until Parker was inside, and then they began again. They timed them so they alternated their thrusts, and both men groaned loudly.
“This feels fucking incredible,” said Jaxon.
“I agree,” said Parker. “Brenna, we’re going do this all the time now.”
“Yes, Sire.”
She wanted her blindfold off. She wanted to look into their eyes. She knew they’d told her not to speak except to answer a question or safeword, but she asked if it could be taken off, and then it was gone.
Parker gave her a look so filled with tenderness that she thought she would melt. As they switched places, after Parker put on a condom and Jaxon removed his, Jaxon leaned over and kissed her as he slipped his cock into her pussy.
When he straightened up again, he cupped her face and gazed at her with so much longing that Brenna was taken aback. These two weren’t merely using her for sex and play. She knew that now. It was too much to take in at once, so she closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her.
Everything was sore, but she didn’t even care. It was exquisite. She’d never felt anything so peaceful and complete. Sex with Mark had always been satisfying. Always. But this was over the top incredible. It wasn’t even human. They had more strength and stamina than she believed possible from any man. And yet, they were as human as she was. She knew that.
When they finally came, she did as well, and it was a weak one but still fantastic. They pulled out, and then took turns holding her and stroking her damp hair and back. Brenna wasn’t sure when she drifted off to sleep, but when she woke, she used the bathroom and then crawled back into Parker’s bed between them once more.
She thought about everything that had happened to her in the past two days, and knew it might take a long time to fully make sense. But she also realized she was happy. Truly happy. She smiled, and glanced over at the soft light on the dresser. Should she get up and turn it off? No. She felt better sleeping with a light on. She had since Mark’s death.
Brenna curled up on her side and drifted off to sleep once more, still smiling.
* * * *
The smell of coffee woke Brenna. She sat up and stretched, and then she glanced around expecting to see the guys drinking coffee and perhaps even waiting for her to wake so they could eat. But they weren’t in the room.
She heard voices in the sitting room, but there were more than two men speaking. Who else was here so early?
She jumped out of bed and looked around for something to put on, but her dress and corset had been taken off in the sitting room last night. At least she thought they had been. The events of last night were still a bit fuzzy.
Wasn’t there a door to her bedroom from inside here? Yes. She remembered Parker pointing toward each of the doors in her room. She knew which door led to the sitting room, and which one led to the bathroom, and there were only two left.
One led to a narrow hallway, and the other led to her room. She slipped inside and rummaged through the drawers, wondering why Molly wasn’t already in there, until she found a thick cotton nightgown. It was better than showing up in the sitting room wearing nothing but a sheet or comforter wrapped around her.
Brenna slipped the nightgown on, and then put her ear to the door of the sitting room and tried to figure out who else was in the room with them. Should she even go in there? When she heard Molly’s name, she turned the doorknob as slowly as she could. If she could only crack it a bit she could better hear what they were saying, and they might not notice the door moving.
She was actually sweating by the time she’d opened it enough to clearly hear the voices, and she flattened herself against it so they wouldn’t see her through the opening. She still didn’t recognize the other two voices, but all of the men sounded angry, including Jaxon and Parker. A sharp sliver of fear shot through her. What had happened while she’d slept?
“And what of the guards?” asked one of the voices she didn’t recognize. “You told me they were loyal to you.”
“Father, they are loyal,” said Jaxon.
Father. That explained one voice. Their king was in there. And they were talking about the guards whom Jaxon and Parker had told her were loyal to them. Did that mean something had happened to Molly? Brenna tried not to panic.
“Then how did anyone get past them?” asked the other voice.
“Edwin, we’ve gone over this twenty times,” said Atheron. “We don’t have the answer to that question, but I assure you I’m very concerned about this. We’ve had far too many instances now where guards we assumed were loyal turned out not to be. But I don’t know how we’re supposed to weed out the disloyal ones. If you have a suggestion, I’m more than willing to listen to it.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” said Edwin, his tone apologetic. “I understand and appreciate your concern. I have no answers, either. The guards that were assigned to your son and to Prince Parker been removed from their positions, and new ones assigned. But how are we to ascertain anyone’s loyalty these days?”
“We do not know if they involved. They were found unconscious,” said Atheron.
“Only two of them, Majesty, but we did not wish to take a chance, so I have reassigned them, and have replaced the two who are missing.”
“This is becoming more precarious each moment,” said Atheron. “I would like you two to consider moving with Brenna to quarters closer to mine and the queen’s.”
“Done,” said Jaxon. “I have no objections to that. But if your suspicions are correct and the triplets were using Molly for information, what’s to stop them from using the next maid, no matter where myself, Parker, and Brenna are living? Wouldn’t it be more prudent to remove any girl from service to Brenna? At least until we can figure this out?”
Brenna placed a hand over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud. Was Molly involved in this, or had she become a victim? She searched her memory, trying to remember what she’d said to the girl yesterday. Nothing that would be akin to divulging military secrets. So who had betrayed whom?
Had she been completely wrong about Molly’s reactions? Had it not been fear she’d glimpsed on her face or heard in her voice, but rather worry that her alliance with the triplets would be found out? Had her reluctance to go inside the Council chambers, or even be in same the area as them, because she’d been afraid of tipping her hand?
“If we do that,” said Parker, “we will have to tell Brenna why she no longer has a maid. Why not simply replace Molly? Only this time, we will watch the servant more closely.”
“You cannot watch her all the time,” said Edwin. “And if you stay in these quarters with Brenna, you put her at risk. The triplets have already tried to claim her.”
“Nothing will happen to her,” said Jaxon. The conviction in his voice sent her heart fluttering. “I can assure you of that.”
“She will
sleep in one of our rooms every night from now on,” said Parker. “None of the triplets will touch her or they’ll have to come through us first.”
“Your rooms each lead to the servants’ quarters,” said Atheron, quietly. Brenna drew in a sharp breath. That was the short hallway she’d glimpsed, then. There must be one like it off Jaxon’s room, too. If it was really that easy for someone to get to them, they weren’t safe here.
“And what of her brother?” asked Edwin. “Molly’s brother, Michael? Can you trust him?”
“I hope so,” said Jaxon. “He’s been my valet for over ten years.”
“He’ll need to be closely watched as well,” said Edwin. “I’m going to substitute one of the new guards who have been assigned to you with Daniel. I’ll make up some excuse to Sedgewick. Daniel will keep an eye on Michael, and the two of you will need to watch Brenna’s new maid.”
“Agreed,” said Parker. “Thank you.”
“What about Brenna?” asked Jaxon. “What do we tell her?”
One of the men sighed loudly. “Normally I would advise you to stay quiet about this,” said Atheron, “but since she’s already seen firsthand how devious the triplets are, and because you’ve both shared with me her concerns over Molly’s odd behavior, I’d advise you to tell her the truth. I’d rather you do that than make up a story she might discover later is untrue. She needs to trust you both completely.”
“Thank you, Father. I agree. Trust is essential right now.”
She heard movement and scooted across the room and into her bathroom. By the time she emerged, she realized she’d forgotten to close the door to the sitting room, but she no longer heard voices from inside there. She sprinted across the room and peeked inside, but the sitting room was empty except for a cart with a pot of coffee on it.
Brenna closed the door, and was about to shed her nightgown and return to Parker’s room when the door leading to his room opened. He and Jaxon strode into her room, panic on their faces. They both looked relieved when they spotted her.
