Triple Daddies

by Madison Faye

  Erik lifted me, my legs going around his waist, a gasp on my lips as he pulled me up and moved us from the wall. By the bed, I could feel Ash move up behind me, his hands grabbing at my ass as his mouth found my neck again. Erik’s pulsing rod brushed my thigh, and Ash’s enormous dick pressed hot against my ass. My nipples grazed across Erik’s chest as Ash’s hands skimmed over my side.

  I yelped as they suddenly tossed me onto the bed, and moved onto it with me. I whimpered as they moved me onto my hands and knees in the center of the bed, their hands firm.

  “What— what are you doing?” I gasped.

  “Teaching you a lesson,” Ash said darkly, moving behind me.

  I was opening my mouth again when his palm came down with a sharp smack on my ass, stinging my skin.

  Oh, fuck.

  And just like before, I felt it. Just like before, as much as I wanted to hate it, or rage against it, I found that I couldn’t. Because I didn’t hate it at all.

  I loved it.

  I loved the feel of his hand spanking my ass firmly. I loved the heat that spread out across my skin, and the way it made my breath catch. But most importantly, I loved the way it made me feel under his control. I loved the way it made me feel so dirty, and naughty, and so fucking sexy all at the same time.

  I panted as his hand came down again, stinging my skin as I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets.

  Erik moved to stand at the edge of the bed, right in front of my face. I gasped as I felt his fingers slide into my hair, wrapping it in his fist and suddenly pulling it tight. I moaned as he pulled me up, forcing me to look up at him. I just knew my cheeks were bright red from the raw heat coursing through me.

  “Count for me,” he growled. “Count them as he spanks your naughty ass, you bad girl.”

  I whimpered, finding my voice as Ash’s hand slapped my ass again. “One!” I panted out, fingers tightening and my pussy practically dripping my desire down my leg.

  “Two!” I moaned, my breath catching again as Erik pulled my hair tight.

  My eyes dropped down his gorgeous body to the absolutely mouthwateringly perfect cock pulsing right in front of my face. He was rock hard, the thick shaft bobbing in the air inches from my lips as he gripped my hair tight.

  I wanted to taste him.

  It was so filthy, and so fucking wrong to think it, given my circumstances of being their captive, but I couldn’t ignore it. It was like this base need — this little thought I couldn’t ignore as I knelt there panting and licking my lips

  “Five!” I rasped out, my eyes closing as Ash’s palm stung my ass. This time though, his hand lingered, rubbing over my sore skin, as if soothing me. He pulled back and brought his hand down again, gentler this time, and this time, he lingered longer. I could hear him groan, and suddenly my eyes went wide as I felt his hand slide over the curve of my ass and move right between my legs.

  I gasped out loud as he palmed my pussy, and I knew he could feel how fucking hot and how damn wet I was against his palm.

  He chuckled darkly. “You dirty fucking girl.”

  My body pulsed at his words.

  “You’re dripping wet from this.”

  “N-no,” I whispered, panting as his hand rubbed my slit.

  “I think that’s a lie.”

  His fingers slipped over my lips, finding my hard little clit and giving it a slow roll with his fingertips.

  I moaned — loudly.

  Erik’s hand tightened in my hair, and my eyes opened to see his other hand closing around his cock. He started to stroke, and I realized my mouth was opening as I panted. He tugged at my hair, and I glanced up, suddenly losing myself in those eyes.

  “Open your mouth, pet,” he husked, his eyes blazing fire and his jaw tight.

  Oh fuck.

  I moaned, my eyes dropping back to his enormous cock, his hand slowly pumping it. A drop of precum beaded at the top, leaking down over this pulsing head.

  And I opened my mouth.

  The head grazed my lips, and I whimpered. My tongue darted out to swirl over the tip, catching that drop I’d seen and tasting him as he started to slide deeper. I moaned lowly as his thick shaft parted my mouth, stretching my lips as he slowly filled my mouth.

  He pushed deeper, the hand in my hair demanding more from me and sending my head reeling in a way I’d never felt before. I sputtered slightly on him before I relaxed my jaw and swallowed more of him.

  Erik groaned, throwing his head back as I slurped on is big dick. He pulled back, and then slid back in, still holding my hair as he started to fuck my mouth.

  Ash’s hands moved away from my pussy, and I suddenly moaned as I felt hot breath across my ass. His lips lingered over the places he’d spanked, soothing my skin with kisses before moving down between my legs.

  I moaned around Erik’s cock as I felt Ash’s tongue push deep into my pussy. Hands gripped my ass, spreading me wide and pulling me back against him. His tongue curled over my clit, making me moan again as he pushed me higher and higher while I slurped loudly and wetly on Erik’s cock like a dirty little slut.

  Ash pulled away, leaving me gasping and wanting more, before I suddenly groaned, feeling him kneel behind me. His thick cock draped across my ass, nestling between my cheeks.

  “You want this,” he growled. It wasn’t a question, more a statement.

  Erik pulled me away from him, and I gasped, but I said nothing.

  “Don’t you,” Ash whispered darkly, pushing his thick shaft up and down the crack of my ass before pulling back and letting the head graze over my pussy.

  I gasped, panting. “No.”

  “I think you’re lying to me again, pet.”

  He teased my pussy again with the thick head of his cock, letting it slip over my clit and making me cry out.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Please,” I whimpered, begging him.

  I’d never begged a man like this. Not ever. And here I was starting with two of the men who’d captured me.

  “Louder, pet.”

  “I WANT it!” I gasped, begging.

  Begging him for his cock.

  “Good girl.”

  He’d barely whispered the words before I suddenly felt him slip the head inside of me. I cried out, the breath catching in my throat as he slowly drove every single thick inch of his enormous cock deep inside my tight, dripping wet pussy. My eyes went wide as he moved deeper than anything I’d ever felt, filling me entirely.

  And then he was buried to the hilt, and my whole body quivered.

  Ash’s powerful hands grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled out and then immediately drove back in. I moaned like a woman possessed as Erik wrapped my hair back around his fist and pulled me back to his cock. I opened my mouth, gasping as he pushed his thick shaft over my tongue, grunting as he hit the back of my throat.

  They started to move me like that, Erik’s hands in my hair and Ash grabbing my hips as they rocked me back and forth. I’d sink back onto Ash, feeling Erik slip from my mouth, before he’d pull me back on as Ash withdrew.

  I moaned as they took me hard from both ends, harder than I’d ever had it. My mind spun, and my body melted for them as their groans, their hands, their cocks, and their touch pulled me deeper and deeper into pleasure. This was tapping a dark fantasy I’d never even admitted to myself. I wasn’t just having sex, I as being taken, hard — something I’d never experienced before. Moreover, this was happening with two rough, hardened men — a filthy, wicked fantasy I’d barely acknowledged inside my own head.

  I could feel my body writhing and tensing, building higher and higher towards that release as my two captors pumped me full of their thick cocks again and again. Behind me, Ash growled, his hands grabbing my ass tightly as he fucked me deeply, his balls slapping my clit on every deep thrust. Erik groaned, pulling my hair just tight enough to make me gasp at the thrill of it as he pumped his cock deep into the back of my throat again and again, growling every time
I swirled my hungry tongue over his head.

  They pumped me back and forth, gripping me tighter, moving me faster, and harder, and deeper, until my world started to blur at the corners. Ash’s hand came down with a sharp crack on my ass, and just like that, I exploded.

  I screamed around Erik’s cock. I knew this was so wrong, with them being my captors. And I knew this was so filthy, being used like this by two hardened, rough men.

  But none of those things could stop the climax that shattered through me.

  Erik groaned as my lips sealed around his shaft, and I moaned deeply as I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. Suddenly, he grunted, and I hungrily began to swallow the thick load of cum he pumped into my hungry mouth.

  Behind me, Ash gripped my ass hard in his hands as he buried every inch of his big cock in my tight little pussy and just erupted. Jet after jet of his hot cum filled me to the brim as he continued to rock his cock in and out of me, sending me into aftershocks as my body trembled and shook between them.

  Slowly, we came to a stop, and the two of them pulled back from me.

  I whimpered, collapsing onto the sheets as the rush of what had just happened shuddered through me. I panted, my eyes shut and my breath coming heavy as the warmth of the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had glowed through me.

  “Did we learn a lesson today, Ms. Thorne?”

  I swallowed as I glanced up from the bed to see the two of them slipping pants back on, both of them grinning at me wickedly.

  I nodded, still panting. “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Yes?”

  I bit my lip, unable to look away from them. “Yes, sirs.”

  “Good girl.”

  Heat pulsed through me when Ash said that. He shrugged his shirt back on, before stepping towards me, and before I knew it, he was leaning over me to slide his fingers over my tender pussy. He rolled them over my clit, making me gasp and igniting that fire inside of me, before he pulled back with a dark smile.

  “Good girl,” he whispered again. The two of them let their eyes burn into me once more, before they opened the door.

  And then they were gone.

  I sank back into the sheets, my mind whirling and my thoughts spinning at a million miles an hour.

  What on earth was happening to me?

  11

  Erik

  “The fuck was that?”

  I let my breath out in a stream as I leaned over the stainless-steel sink in the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and close behind me, and then felt Ash tap me with something cold. I turned, nodding somberly as I took the beer from his hand, popping the cap on the edge of the counter before bringing it to my lips.

  Shit.

  “We crossed the line.”

  Ash’s mouth tightened as he brought his beer to his lips. “She felt it as much as we did, man. She was on edge as much as we were back there.”

  “We shouldn’t have.”

  “Maybe.” Ash swore. “Fuck, I don’t know.”

  “This is off the plan.”

  “This has been off fucking plan since she walked into that club,” Ash hissed, glaring at me. “And you know that as much as me.”

  The plan. The goal. The target of this whole thing.

  The Cunninghams, and the shit they’d brought with them. The plan here was to get close, get them sloppy, and get them to slip up, so we could strike. The plan was to break Ryan, his father, and their cronies apart piece by piece, and bury them beneath the ground for what they did.

  For what they’d done.

  To Amy.

  That was the goal, and Mia Thorne stepping into that club had thrown the biggest monkey wrench in the fucking world into the mix. Because one look at her, and each of us knew we were undone. One look at that angel, and I knew all three of us were fucked.

  Today had been a breaking point. Today had been a test we’d both failed. We were better than this, stronger than this. Men like Ash and I, and Oliver for that matter, had spent most of our lives honing ourselves into machine-like control. We’d come up in chaos, having to fight for what we needed, and after spending the life we’d spent clawing our way to where we were, control was something that came as easy as breathing.

  Mia made it impossible to breathe.

  She made it impossible for me, or Ash, or Oliver, to have one fucking ounce of control. And that’s what had happened today. We’d walked in there thinking we could keep ourselves in check.

  We’d been wrong.

  Way fucking wrong.

  I could still taste her lips on mine, could still feel the way her mouth had felt inhaling my cock and swallowing my cum. I could still feel her smooth skin under my hands, and her scent still clung to me.

  The first cracks in the dam of this plan had appeared.

  And her name was Mia.

  Just the same, fuck. I shook my head as I glanced up at Ash and grinned. “That was pretty fucking good though.”

  He snorted. “Good? Are you fucking kidding me?” He whistled and shook his head, slugging on his beer. “You know that was the best either of us have ever had.”

  “She’s untrained, that’s for damn sure.”

  Ash shook his head. “She’s not like the others. She’s…” he shook his head, drinking his beer.

  “A fighter?”

  “I was going to say hellcat,” he grinned. “But yeah, that works.”

  “I couldn’t say no, man,” I said quietly, my face clouding.

  Ash shook his head, frowning as well. “Me neither, man.”

  “Oliver is gonna be pissed.”

  Ash snorted. “When is he not pissed?”

  “This is different.”

  “I know.”

  “Because you know damn well he’s feeling the same way about her we are.”

  Ash nodded.

  “Fuck, man,” I swore. “We were just supposed to keep her here, keep her safe. Not—”

  “Not take her and make her come more and harder than I’m willing to bet she’s ever come before?”

  I grinned. “Yeah, that.”

  Ash whistled again as we leaned against the kitchen counter. “Shit that was good.”

  I shook my head, sighing as I clinked my beer to his.

  It was really good. That had been the most intense sex of our lives, and we barely knew this girl. Moreover, she was nothing like the women we usually went for.

  Moreover, this was a real shit idea.

  The problem was, we’d had a taste then.

  And now we wanted more.

  12

  Mia

  What have I done?

  I sank into the tub, letting the bubbly suds I’d poured in along with the hot water claim me. The bubbles slowly enveloped me as I sank into them, covering the sweet, wonderful bruises — little reminders of the most incredible sexual experience of my life that I’d just had.

  With two men.

  My captors.

  I’d never done that before. Well, of course I’d never fucked someone who’d kidnapped me before, but I’d also never been with two men. Hell, I’d never been with one man as commanding or as dominant as they’d been.

  And I knew, though I’d never admitted it to anyone — even myself — that somewhere deep inside of me, that’d been the fantasy. I knew despite always looking for the smiling, kind, gentle man, what the dark part of me had always craved was that.

  Submission.

  Giving up control.

  Something hard, and raw, and demanding, not sweet and not tender.

  Ash and Erik had fucked me — they’d taken me as they pleased and dragged the orgasm out of me as I’d screamed for more.

  I’d never even conceived of sex like that, never even close. My body still tingled there in the tub as I replayed it, thinking of the way Ash grabbed my ass as he sheathed every thick inch of his big dick inside of me. How Erik had cupped my jaw in his hand and fed me his cock.

  …How they’d called me a good girl.

  No, they’d called me their
good girl.

  I moaned. There, sitting in the tub with the replay of what had just happened slinking through my mind, I moaned out loud. My hand slipped down into the water, delving between my legs. I could feel how slippery my pussy was, how hot I still was at the mere thought of it all.

  Fingers slipped between my lips, curling inside and sending a shiver through my body.

  God yes.

  I’d never been dominated like that. I’d never had my world rocked like that. I’d never felt the total loss of control as two big, muscled men claimed me from both ends like that.

  I moaned, fingers brushing over my clit as my other hand cupped my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples. I remembered how they’d pumped me between them, the feeling of their thick, fat cocks pounding me mercilessly until I was drowning in my climax.

  My pulse thudded, my breath caught in my throat, and a low moan oozed from my lips as my fingers blurred over my aching clit beneath the suds of the tub. I rubbed fast, feeling my toes curl and my eyes squeeze shut as I imagined the two of them making me theirs all over again.

  Except, in the fantasy, it wasn’t enough. In the fantasy, I wanted — no, I needed — more.

  I whimpered out loud, my moans bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as I imagined Oliver stepping in as well. I imagined him peeling his clothes off, revealing that hard-packed body and his equally big cock, before joining his friends in taking my submission.

  In the fantasy, they had all of me — every part of me. In the fantasy, no part of me was off limits to their control, until I was screaming for more, feeling all three of them.

  I came, sloshing water over the edge of the tub and screaming out my climax as my fingers blurred over my clit. With a final tremor and a small gasp, I felt my muscles let go as I sank into the hot water.

  Holy crap.

  I finished bathing quickly, stepping from the water and toweling off with the thick, soft towel to the side. I pulled the terrycloth robe hanging on a hook over my shoulders, slipping it on as I padded to the mirror and caught my own eyes there.