by Tara Rose
“You may, if you wish. She is your servant now, Dakota.”
He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. His warm, hard body sent a rush of excitement coursing through her, and she moaned softly. “That feels nice.”
Kelton nuzzled her neck. “You feel nice. Speaking of maids, Penelope left a bottle of potion in your room as well. Be sure to drink one capful this morning and mark the time so you can do the same each day.”
“I will, Sire.”
Kelton removed her robe and let it fall to the floor, and then he grasped her breasts from behind through the thin shift. Dakota let out a shaky breath as he teased her nipples into taut points within seconds. Bramwell moved in front of her and cupped her face, and then he kissed her tenderly, torturing her with his tongue and teeth in slow, sexy movements. Her pussy was soaked and her clit throbbed. These two men were so damn incredible.
All thoughts of home vanished as they pulled off her shift and continued kissing her and touching her. She couldn’t get enough of them. How did they take her from worried about things that might not happen to more excited than she’d ever been in a matter of moments? They surely had magick in them, just as the sorcerer said.
Bramwell picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter, pulling her toward the edge where he then sat on a stool. “Now for dessert…”
She giggled as he licked her pussy and clit in long, slow strokes. Her climax was poised right there on the edge, but clearly he wasn’t going to let her come yet. She pushed her hips into his face and closed her eyes, throwing back her head as he teased her into a frenzy.
When he stopped, he placed her back on her feet and then took her hand to lead her into the tub, where Kelton already waited for them. The water was warm and she breathed in the subtle scents of vanilla and lavender as she settled on a built-in seat between the men. “This is heavenly. I might never leave it.”
“You will when the water gets cold,” said Bramwell.
“You need jets in here, or a heater to keep it warm.”
“What intriguing ideas,” said Kelton. “You’ll have to tell us more about them. Later.”
Bramwell nodded. “Yes. Much later. Come over here, beautiful.”
She waded to where Bramwell sat and he placed her on his lap, facing Kelton. Kelton moved in front of her as Bramwell kissed her neck, sending shivers up and down her spine. Kelton grinned as he teased her nipples again before moving lower to massage her clit. She watched his beautiful face, mesmerized by the look in his eyes.
“I want to watch you come.”
Dakota moaned softly at the tone of his voice, so seductive and commanding. She closed her eyes and absorbed the competing sensations as Bramwell reached under her arms to play with her breasts. Kelton increased his pressure on her clit, moving his fingers in and out of her pussy as well.
Dakota moaned and writhed against Bramwell’s body behind her and Kelton’s perfect touch in front, and when the orgasm washed over her, she opened her eyes and gazed into Kelton’s beautiful blue ones. She didn’t want to go home. She only wanted to stay here with him and Bramwell.
Kelton kissed her, and then he and Bramwell took turns washing her with a soft sponge. She asked if she could do the same to them, and they eagerly let her. She took her time, enjoying the way their muscles rippled underneath her fingers, and the soft, sexy sounds they made.
Dakota licked their nipples, kissed their necks, and explored every inch of their bodies with her hands while she trailed the sponge over each man. Their cocks were rock-hard by the time she finished, and the water had indeed cooled.
They stepped out of the tub, and instead of drying off, they took turns holding her close and kissing her until she was breathless and panting. Bramwell lifted her into his arms and carried her to Kelton’s bed. She had no idea how the condoms and oil bottle had ended up in this room, but they were there. Kelton moved them from the nightstand to the bed.
“Today, we’re going to indulge Bramwell in his favorite form of play to give those beautiful bruises on your ass a chance to heal.”
She shivered at his words. “What is your favorite form of play?”
Bramwell walked over to a table and picked up a bowl. He carried it to the bed and took out an ice cube.
“How do you have those?”
“We have electricity,” said Bramwell, “and we have what you call refrigerators and freezers.”
“Oh…” She smiled and stretched. “What do you plan on doing with that ice, Sire?”
“First I plan on tying you up.” He placed the bowl on the nightstand and then returned to the table to retrieve leather cuffs and rope.
“How did all this stuff get in here? Magick?”
Kelton chuckled and shook his head. “Servants. You have a lot to get used to, living here.”
Yes, I do.
As they fitted the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, Dakota knew the adventure of a lifetime had begun for her. She didn’t want to leave. What chance back home did she have of anything even close to this? This had happened for a reason, as everything did. Perhaps this was where she was meant to be, and these two men were who she was meant to be with? She wanted to embrace it. All of it.
Chapter Ten
Once the cuffs were on, Kelton and Bramwell fitted rope through the loops in them and then turned her onto her stomach. They placed pillows under her head and her hips so her ass was up in the air, and then they tied the other ends of the rope to the bedposts. Her arms and legs were spread wide, but not to the point of discomfort.
“What do you think?” asked Bramwell. “Will you be all right like this for a while?”
“Oh, yes.” She could hardly breathe. This was so damn arousing, she couldn’t even think. Now she was completely at their mercy and would be forced to take whatever they gave her.
Their hands were all over her, and it amazed her that her body responded once again to their touch. It was such a heady, raw experience they gave her, and she absolutely loved it. They licked her and she tested her bonds just for fun. They were tight. She couldn’t move anything except her head, but Dakota didn’t mind. She wanted to be here.
When the ice brushed over her tender ass cheeks, she moaned loudly. “That feels so good, Sire.”
“I’ll bet it does.” Bramwell moved it to her pussy and she yelped a bit. It was cold, but the sensation was exquisite. He teased her clit and pussy lips with the ice until she was numb, and then he took a new one from the bowl and reached underneath to move it across her nipples.
“Oh…Oh, that feels different.”
“Do you like it?” asked Kelton, kissing her neck softly.
“Yes. Yes, I do.” Images of what the men in the painting had done flashed through her mind. Were they sure those portraits didn’t tell the future? Maybe the sorcerer could give them some insight into that.
Her entire body was both hot and cold, and she shivered from the ice, but she was so aroused that warmth spread through her limbs. She loved the competing sensations. They resumed kissing her and licking her, and now their touches were more urgent and directed.
“We’re going to fuck all your holes again,” said Bramwell. “So if you’re too sore in one of them and need another day or two before we put our cocks inside it, now would be the time to say so.”
“I’m fine, Sire, Thank you for asking.” Her heart gave an odd lurch at the concern they both showed her. She wasn’t here simply for them to use. They hadn’t lied about that.
She heard the sound of a condom, and then she turned her head to watch Bramwell pour oil onto his fingers. He caught her watching him and smiled tenderly. “You’re a lot of fun, Dakota. Thank you for this.”
“So are you, Sire. Both of you.” His cock looked ready to explode, and all she could think about was having it inside her again. Kelton moved toward her face, pulling on his dick. Bramwell inserted his fingers into her ass, gently stretching the walls, while she moaned and watched Kelton. These two men were so damn se
xy she could hardly believe it.
As Bramwell slid his cock into her ass, Kelton moved closer to her face and she opened her mouth without him having to ask. Both men groaned as he slipped his dick inside. They fucked her slowly, lazily, as though they had all the time in the world. They did. What else did these two have to do, after all? Now her life was that carefree, too. She could become very, very used to this.
Dakota’s pussy contracted in tiny spasms as they continued, and all she could do was let the emotions wash over her. She’d never imagined anything like this in real life. This was the stuff of fiction, but she was here. This was happening, and she didn’t want it to end.
When both men withdrew, Kelton put on a condom and Bramwell changed his. He and Kelton adjusted the ropes and her cuffs until they had her restrained on her side with both arms overhead and tied to the headboard. One leg was tied to the bedpost, and the other was suspended straight up and tied to the underside of the canopy.
She watched all this with a smile on her face, loving the way they took it so seriously but, at the time same time, were mindful of her comfort. “Well, this is interesting.”
Kelton kissed her. “We want to try something. If you don’t like it, all you have to do is say so and we’ll stop.”
“Sire, you two haven’t done one thing to me yet that I don’t like. Go for it.”
They chuckled and Bramwell nodded. “All right, then. Our girl is adventurous. I love that.”
Kelton moved behind her and inserted two fingers covered in oil into her ass, and Bramwell knelt in front of her hips. He teased her pussy lips with his finger, and she knew what they wanted to do. Her arousal went through the roof as Kelton gently slid his cock into her asshole from behind.
Bramwell lay on his side and slipped his dick into her pussy, slowly, letting her get used to the fullness. “Oh…oh, stars. This is fucking incredible. His dark eyes bored into hers. “Tell me you like this, sweetheart. Please…”
“I love it, Sire.”
“Praise be to all the stars in the heavens,” whispered Kelton. “I’ve never felt anything so perfect in my life. We’re doing this every day.”
She closed her eyes and let the sensations and emotions wash over her as the men began to move. After a few awkward stops and starts, during which they chuckled at their clumsiness, the men timed their thrusts so they moved together, and then one at a time. Both ways massaged her clit, and her orgasm was intense and continuous. She could do nothing but try to keep breathing and enjoy it.
They pulled out after a few moments and changed places, after Kelton removed his condom and Bramwell put one on. The men kissed her as they continued fucking her, brushing their hands over her body and telling her in soft, sexy voices how much they were enjoying this. She never wanted it to end. She lost track of who was where and how many times she’d come.
When they withdrew and uncuffed her, she realized neither man had come yet. “How?” she whispered. “How do you hold out so long?”
Kelton grinned. “King Reginald’s power.”
“Oh my goodness.”
He cupped her face and kissed her. “Are you willing to let us come in your mouth? It won’t take long at this point.”
“Yes, Sire.” She’d do anything for them. “But will you keep my arms tied up when you do? I want to be completely under your control.”
Both men groaned loudly. Kelton moved her up against pillows he placed next to the headboard, and then he cuffed her arms behind her back and made sure she was comfortable. They knelt in front of her and took turns fucking her in the mouth. They were careful not to push too much of their cocks inside, and she knew she could trust them.
When they finally came, they splashed most of their cum on her breasts, which she found very sexy. Then they uncuffed her and took turns holding her, stroking her damp hair and back. Dakota held onto them, totally sore but so damn happy she could barely think. “We each need another bath.”
Bramwell snorted. “If we do that, we’ll start the lovemaking all over again. I fear my dick might fall off if we do.”
Dakota laughed so hard she had to excuse herself to the bathroom. When she returned to Kelton’s room, he held up a large, dark bottle with a plastic cap on top. “I retrieved this for you. It’s eleven in the morning, so you’ll need to take it the same time each day.”
She tasted it and made a face. Licorice, and something she couldn’t identify. “Yuck.”
He smiled indulgently. “Well, maybe one day we’ll decide you can stop taking it. But for now, let’s get to know each other a bit first.”
“I think we know each other quite well.”
He pulled her close. “I mean the person inside. I want to know everything about you, Dakota.”
“I want the same thing. To get to know each of you that well.”
They exchanged a glance that she swore was full of relief, and once again she recalled her reaction to what Houston had told them of the sorcerer. But she didn’t want to bring that up again. It no longer seemed to matter whether or not she could return home one day. Right now, the only place she wanted to be was with these two men.
* * * *
Bramwell and Kelton had been waiting for the tiredness they were told overcame each of the women who crossed over, and finally one morning, a week after she’d crossed over, Dakota slept like she hadn’t done so in weeks. As much as they both wanted to make love to her again, they let her rest instead.
He and Kelton ventured out onto the balcony outside Kelton’s bedroom to watch the snow fall. “It’s beautiful, but too damn cold.”
Kelton nodded, a faraway look in his eyes.
“We’ll have to bring Dakota out here to see it when she’s had enough rest.”
Once more, Kelton nodded but said nothing.
“Oh look, there’s a yellow spotted pigeon with green wings. Haven’t seen one of those since the war with the Wastelands.”
Kelton nodded, and then he frowned. “I’m sorry, what? Did you say something about pigeons from the Wastelands?”
“Finally. He speaks. What’s going on with you this morning?”
Kelton sipped his coffee. “While you were bathing earlier, River told me that the sorcerer from Galatyn is on her way to the castle. Our king has invited her to stay indefinitely. He wants to hear what she has to say firsthand, and then he intends to make all of us listen to her as well. He believes the magick of the paintings may be the key to ending the conflict with Enfield.”
Bramwell shook his head. “That explains what I heard Houston and two of the guards whispering about late last night. Between you and me, the conflict with Enfield would best be resolved if His Majesty recalled the guards out roaming the countryside, mobilized the army, and scaled the damn wall. Wipe them out. Show our strength to everyone on all sides, and then dare them to try shit like that again.”
He began to pace the balcony, which wasn’t easy, considering its small size. “Three-thousand-year-old curses and a string of portraits that have magical properties, and we’re still afraid of a kingdom less than half our size, whose inhabitants infiltrated this castle with the help of our own Council members and royal family! That’s the real curse, right there, that they hold this power over us.”
“I don’t believe Atheron is afraid of them per se, but I do agree with your points about the curse. The only explanation for their power has to be a magical one. It’s not their size. I also agree with you on that point. We could wipe them out within days. And it’s not their cunning, for it was our own relatives who were surreptitious enough to allow them to infiltrate us to that extent. The real threat lies within these walls, but it’s not tied to people. It’s tied to the magick behind that curse and the power given to Reginald.”
Bramwell stopped and stared at Kelton, and then he shook his head again. “We know our king would rather cut off an arm than initiate open war.”
“This may well come to open war. We can attempt to ferret out our enemies for the rest of
eternity and still not find them all, because as long as sorcerers can be persuaded to cast curses on entire families and all their descendants, what we’re fighting can’t be conquered by ordinary means.”
“Then why does Atheron not see that?”
Kelton sipped his coffee. “I think he does, but you and I both know he is not a man given to rash decisions or shows of brute strength. I believe that may be why he has invited the sorcerer here. To ascertain if she is genuine, and to persuade her to do what she can to end this without violence and bloodshed.”
“Why does her coming here trouble you so?”
Kelton sighed. “The possibility that the sorcerer can end this without invading Enfield does not trouble me. I would prefer if we avoided open war, but I am not opposed to it if it comes to that.” Kelton cut his gaze toward the doors, but Bramwell knew they both would have heard someone enter Kelton’s room, and no one had.
“What troubles me is what will happen if the rumors are true and the women from our world are able to return to theirs. What choice will Dakota make?”
Bramwell sat across from Kelton. “We must accept it, whatever it is.”
Kelton gave him a knowing grin, and Bramwell knew his ruse wouldn’t work. Not on his best friend. “Really? That is your answer? Calm acceptance and resignation?”
Bramwell averted his gaze. He and Kelton always could see into each other’s hearts.
“You’re going to sit there and tell me, after that passionate speech about invading Enfield and the family members and trusted guards inside our own castle who betrayed us, that you wouldn’t fight for her? You would simply allow her to leave us? After having stuck your cock in all her holes, held her body close to yours, kissed those perfect lips, and gazed into eyes the color of emeralds, you’d let her get away? Bullshit.”
Bramwell ran his hands through his hair. It was still damp, and sitting outside in the middle of a snowstorm wouldn’t help dry it. He might very well end up ill from it, so he rose to walk back inside. Kelton followed, and then he closed the doors to the balcony behind him and drew the drapes.
