by Becca Van
The first touch of his tongue made her buck her hips up into his mouth, eager for more of the pleasure he could bestow on her. He must have been in the mood to oblige her demands, because he opened his mouth wide, nearly covering the whole of her cunt, and sucked. Bella screamed in climax, her body shaking, her pussy gushing. Her eyes slid closed as the last pleasurable contraction faded away. They were going to kill her with pleasure before the night was over if they gave her any more orgasms like Adam had just given her. She was totally blown away.
“Don’t you dare go to sleep on us, honey. That was just an appetizer. The night’s just begun,” Adam said with a wicked chuckle as he sat up and crawled up between Bella’s legs. He scooped her up into his arms, supporting her back with one muscular arm, and pulled her over his lap.
“Take my cock, wife,” Adam demanded, holding his cock up for Bella to sit on.
Bella eased down onto Adam’s cock, her cunt muscles clenching as she enveloped his hard flesh. She moaned at the exquisite feel of him buried deep inside of her wet sheath. She began to ride him using her thighs. She moved over him, up and down, making his cock slide in and out of her vagina. She let out a groan of frustration as Adam grasped her hips and held her still, his cock buried to her cervix. Then she gave a squeak as she felt a large, slick finger caressing the sensitive skin of her ass.
Bella turned her head, looking over her shoulder to see Marcus kneeling behind her. He gave her a wink and wicked smile as he pushed a digit into her back hole. She wiggled her ass and pushed back, trying to impale herself on that finger, only to be thwarted as Adam gripped her hips a little tighter, preventing her from moving.
“I can’t wait to get my cock into that pretty little ass. You look so sexy when you’re stuffed full of cocks. I love it when you have a cock in your ass, pussy, and mouth all at the same time,” Marcus mumbled, shoving another finger into Bella’s tight hole.
Bella moaned. The pleasure they were giving her was so overwhelming. She never knew she could feel like this and knew it was only with her men that she ever would. She closed her eyes, relaxed her muscles, and gave her body over for them to pleasure. She could feel Marcus stretching her out, making room for when he would shove that big cock up her ass, and she could hardly wait. She was in for the ride of her life.
Bella opened her eyes when she felt Clint’s gentle hand pull her face toward him. He had his cock so close to her mouth all she would have to do was stick her tongue out to taste his essence. Which she did. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock then opened her mouth wide, placing her lips over the tip and sucking hard. She moaned as he slid into her mouth until he was touching the back of her throat.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Your mouth is heaven. That’s it, use your tongue on me,” Clint rasped out, his voice deeper and more gravelly than usual.
Bella moaned, his dirty talk making her burn even hotter, and then she froze as she felt Marcus’s cock at her anus. She breathed in around Clint’s cock and let the air out slowly, concentrating on relaxing her muscles as he pushed his cock into her ass. She felt the now-expected burn and pinch as Marcus pushed his cock through the tight ring of muscles, making her mewl with rapture. She loved having three cocks in her body at the same time. She loved that she was stuffed full of their cocks. She moaned again as Marcus rocked his hips, gaining depth and speed as he worked to get all of his cock in her ass.
Bella had to move. She was so full and overcome with sensations she began to rock her hips in a silent demand that her men fuck her. Adam and Marcus took the hint and began to slide in and out of her body, slowly increasing the pace of their thrusts in increments, until their flesh was making slapping sounds as it connected with hers. She shifted her attention back to Clint as he grabbed her hair gently and slid his cock in and out of her mouth while his brothers fucked her. She swirled her tongue, making sure she pleasured that sensitive spot underneath his cock at every pass. She bobbed her head faster and faster, the slurping sounds she made as she sucked Clint off enhancing her desire.
The walls of her pussy spasmed along the length of the engorged erections pumping in and out of her body, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she reached climax. She rocked her hips forward and back as she bobbed and sucked on Clint’s cock. The muscles of her womb and pussy coiled tighter and tighter as she moaned around Clint’s flesh. And then she was there, hanging on the precipice of climax. She groaned out loud, the vibrations reverberating around Clint’s erection as she went flying. Her whole body jerked as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. She was vaguely aware of Clint’s roar, and then she was swallowing load after load of his cum as he spewed it down her throat. She licked Clint clean, released him with a pop, and reveled in the euphoria as Marcus’s and Adam’s cocks pulsed and jerked inside her body, sending her over the edge once more. When the last blissful spasm died, she slumped against Adam’s chest and drifted into a doze.
Bella was awakened by the warm washcloth cleaning her sensitive ass and pussy. She moaned and tried to pull away, but the hands on her body wouldn’t let her. Her three husbands were determined to see to her needs. She opened her eyes to see her three men grinning down at her, their cocks already standing to attention.
“You didn’t think we were finished with you yet, did you, wife? We are all going to take our turn in those sweet holes of yours,” Clint detailed with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Bella mumbled.
“Yeah, but what a way to go, baby.”
Chapter Twelve
Bella had no idea what time it was, but she knew it was way past her normal time of waking. She groaned as her tired, aching muscles protested her movement then smiled as last night’s activities replayed in her mind. Her three men had loved her well into the hours of the night. She’d never have believed she could get so turned on. She would have thought she was done after her first climax. What did she know? They had taken her three times, cleaning her and themselves up after each round of lovemaking, giving her a while to rest, and then her men would pounce on her again. What surprised her the most was how her body was ready and willing each time they reached for her.
Bella walked over to the jug on the dresser, poured out the now-tepid water and lathered herself from head to toe. She rinsed off, dressed in her own pants and shirt, brushed her hair, and headed to the kitchen. She was surprised to find the house empty. She knew her men wouldn’t have left her alone unless there was an emergency. She shrugged her shoulders, poured herself a mug of coffee, and added some hot water to weaken the brew, as well as her requisite milk and sugar. She sat at the timber dining table sipping and staring off into space. A sparkle on the table caught her eye as the sun shone through the window.
There on the table, inches away, was the sapphire pendant she’d bought the morning of her time travel. She reached out hesitantly then withdrew her hand, too scared to touch the necklace. The back door slammed and she turned to see Clint walking toward her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Clint asked.
“Where did you get that?” Bella asked, pointing to the necklace, her voice hardly above a whisper.
“We bought it when we bought your ring. Why? Don’t you like it?” Clint asked, a flash of pain flitting in his eyes, then gone again.
Bella stood up, moved up to Clint, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Yes, I like it. I love it, but I don’t want to touch it.”
Clint must have heard the anxiety in her voice, because he held her by her upper arms and drew away from her so he could see her face. “Why are you scared, Bella?”
“That’s the pendant I had on before I arrived here, in this time. I don’t want to touch it, or put it on, in case it takes me back. I can’t lose you or your brothers, Clint. I just can’t,” Bella wailed.
“Shh, baby. It’s all right. If it scares you that much, I’ll take it back to the mercantile,” Clint soothed, pulling her in tight against his big body.
“No! You can’t
take it back. Oh God, I’m so confused,” Bella sobbed.
“Take a deep breath, baby. Everything will work out. We’ll just leave that necklace where it is for now. And you’re right. I don’t think you should touch it. We want you to stay here with us, baby. You’re our wife now. We don’t want to lose you either.”
Bella gave a sniff and hugged Clint fiercely, too scared to even look at the pendant.
“Why don’t I put it away? That way you won’t have to look at it and you won’t be tempted to touch it?” Clint asked.
“Okay, but what if I’m meant to wear it here now, in this time? Maybe that’s what’s supposed to happen so I can find it in my time and end up here. I’ve come home, Clint. This is where I’m supposed to be. Shit, I don’t know what to do.”
“Come on out to the barn. We’ll talk this over with Marcus and Adam. Maybe they can shed some light on things. Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, but one of the heifers was having trouble giving birth,” Clint explained, holding a hand out to Bella.
Bella took Clint’s hand and followed him out to the barn. She found Marcus and Adam sitting on a bale of hay, watching the newborn calf with its momma.
“Hey, darlin’,” Marcus greeted.
“Honey, you look hot in those pants. They fit you like a glove,” Adam said, his eyes taking a leisurely wander over the length of her body.
“We have a problem,” Clint stated, pulling Bella to stand in front of him and wrapping her in his arms.
“What?” Marcus asked.
“What’s going on?” asked Adam.
“The pendant and necklace we bought Bella is the one she said she had on when she time traveled here to our time. She’s too scared to touch it, in case she’s taken back to her own time,” Clint said quietly.
“Fuck,” Adam spat.
“No. Wait just a minute. Let’s think this through. Bella, tell us what happened. Maybe we can figure this out if we know all the details,” Marcus demanded gently.
Bella took a deep breath and began to explain the events leading up to finding herself in the nineteenth century. When she’d finished explaining she sat quietly and waited for their opinion. “Hmm. You know, I think that you’re meant to wear that necklace, darlin’. Think about it. If you don’t wear it here, how are you going to find it in the future? You’re meant to wear it, Bella. If it wasn’t meant for you, you wouldn’t have found it in your time and you wouldn’t be here with us right now. It’s yours, darlin’. Let’s go get it and put it on you,” Marcus suggested.
“Oh, do you really think so?”
“Marcus is right, baby. That necklace and pendant is yours. Come on, let’s go put it on you,” said Clint.
“Okay, but I want all of you in the room with me, holding me. Just in case.”
“We can do that, honey. You’ll be safe. You’ll see,” Adam said, following behind Clint and Bella, Marcus at his side.
Bella took a deep breath as Marcus clasped the necklace around her neck. True to their words, Adam and Clint each had a firm grip on her hands.
“Well, how does it feel, darlin’?” asked Marcus.
“Like it was meant to be. The pendant feels warm and makes my skin tingle, but I don’t feel ill. You were right, Marcus. It was meant to be.” She flung herself into Marcus’s arms.
Marcus pulled her tight against his body and devoured her mouth. They were both breathing heavily when he was done. He gave her a smile and handed her over to Clint. Clint kissed her, and then so did Adam. Bella had definitely come home. Her heart was so full of love she could barely contain it.
Bella and her men spent the rest of the day cleaning out the stalls in the barn and making sure the new addition and momma were safe and secure. Bella spent the afternoon baking pies and pasties for her men to take out with them the next day as they worked on the ranch. She loved to cook and knew her men appreciated her efforts. When all the chores were done, she spent a quiet night sitting by the fire in the living room talking with her husbands. She went to bed and fell asleep. She knew her men were not willing to push her for any loving, knowing they had ridden her hard the previous night. Plus, she was too tired from lack of sleep. Her men slept together with her in her room, the only bed in the house big enough to accommodate all four adults.
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning was a rush for Bella to get her husbands’ breakfast on the table, as they had all slept in. They ate while she packed up some of the pies, wrapping them in cloth and placing them in a burlap sack.
Bella tilted her face up to receive her good-bye kiss and watched from the back deck until they disappeared into the distance on their mounts. The weather was colder today, but Bella knew she would keep warm as she went about her task of cleaning house. She started in the bedrooms, stripped the sheets from the bed, and put them in the big copper pot to boil clean. She added some soap flakes, stirred the wash around until suds formed, and then went back to finish her chores while the wash boiled clean. She hummed as she worked, sweeping and dusting. That was something Bella missed the most from her time. Music. What she would give to have even a radio to listen to. But she was happy with her men and would give up everything just to be with them.
Bella was in the middle of washing the timber floorboards and turned around slowly when she felt the hair at her nape prickle in warning. She wasn’t fast enough. Pain exploded in her head, making her see stars as she fell to the floor. She felt cold water seeping into her clothes and realized she must have tipped the bucket over, and then she knew no more.
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Bella groaned, her head pounding so hard she felt sick. She was cold and wet and wondered what had happened. She opened her eyes to slits then slammed them shut as her stomach roiled. She took a few deep breaths then opened her eyes slowly in case the nausea returned. She moved her arms, only to stop when she felt rope tethered around her wrists. She tested her legs and was thankful to find them free. She looked around her, taking in the worn timber walls of what she presumed to be a cabin. She could only see the four walls of the bedroom she was being held captive in. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and light from a lantern and a fire she could hear crackling seeped into the room. She looked above her head to see the ropes around her wrists were tied around the metal rails of the bed she was on. Her body was shivering with cold since her clothes were wet and no doubt in reaction to the situation she found herself in.
Bella tensed when she heard footsteps heading toward the room, and her breathing increased as panic set in. She had no idea where she was or who had kidnapped her. She had her suspicions, but until he walked through the door, she would only be guessing. She jumped when the door to the bedroom slammed up against the opposite wall. Yep, she was right. She was in deep shit.
Bella watched as David strode into the room. She couldn’t help her gasp as she saw the left side of his face. The skin was puckered where he had been burned from the hot pan she’d slammed against the side of his head.
“Take a good look, you fucking bitch. The last thing you’re going to see is what you did to me,” David snarled.
Bella shrank back as he came closer to the bed, the large knife in his hand glinting occasionally as light from the other room caught the blade. She tried to kick out at him, but he jumped onto the bed, straddling her thighs and using his weight to hold her in place. She couldn’t breathe, the sight of that big knife moving toward her making her pant and whimper in fear.
“Yes, be very afraid of me, little girl. I’m going to love having a piece of you before I kill you,” David said, his voice now totally devoid of emotion.
Bella felt the cold blade against her skin as David sliced her shirt and pants away from her body. She felt so exposed and dirty, his eyes traveling the length of her scantily clothed body. She’d put on the underwear she’d had from her own time. Her bright-red, lacy G-string and matching lace bra were totally out of place in the small, dingy cabin.
“What the fuck? Well, aren’t yo
u just the little whore. Who would’ve thought you’d be parading around in such skimpy underthings? Guess you are just the whore I thought you were.” David placed the metal blade between her breasts and sliced her bra then the side strings of her panties.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” Bella whimpered.
“Why the fuck should I be lenient on you after what you did to me, you fucking bitch?” David screamed at her, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her face up close to his as he leaned forward. “Look at what you did to me. I’ll never be able to show my face in town again, thanks to you.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. You scared me. You were going to rape me,” Bella cried, tears streaming from her eyes.
“Yeah, I was. You should have just let me have a piece of you and left it at that. Now. Now, I’m gonna have to torture you for what you did to me,” David screamed, spraying her face with spittle in his mad ranting.
“Please, no. I wouldn’t have hurt you, but you attacked me. Can’t you see I was just defending myself?” Bella sobbed, her breathing so rapid she was in danger of passing out. She tried to concentrate on calming her rising hysteria and panicked breathing. The last thing she wanted to do was pass out now. She needed to keep her wits about her if she was going to get a chance to escape with her life.
Bella whimpered as David released her hair. She flopped back down on the pillow, relief coursing through her at the sudden reprieve, and closed her eyes. Her eyes snapped open as the knife sliced through the skin of her upper arm. She turned her head, relieved to see only beads of blood seeping from the shallow cut. She was surprised she didn’t feel any pain. She looked up into at him, only to be even more afraid as she saw the glazed look of concentration on his face. He was going to cut her all over, and there wasn’t a fucking thing she could do about it.
Bella prayed to God, thanking him for the opportunity to have met and loved her men and begging him to help them find her in time to rescue her. She drifted in and out of consciousness, her mind flitting from one memory to the next, making her smile and feel full of love. She saw her husbands’ faces staring down at her with such tenderness as they made love to her. She saw the face of her sweet baby girl, grinning up at her, her eyes drifting shut as her belly, full with her momma’s milk, made her sleepy. She kissed her daughter’s head and breathed in her sweet baby scent.
