“Yes, I am very lucky.” Bo agreed, as he moved to face her. He let his hands slide down her bound arms, before he leaned in and softly kissed her. “I love you,” he whispered softly against her lips. “Remember, this is all for you. Enjoy.” It took her a moment to realize what he meant. She knew how possessive he was, so this had to be hard for him. Under normal circumstances, there was no way he’d have ever shared her with his friend, no matter how close.
“I love you too. Thank you,” she replied and was surprised by the ache of pure love she felt arching between them. The emotions surging through her were more than a little scary after weeks of numbness.
He nodded and stepped back. She saw his eyes meet Doc’s over her shoulder and an unspoken message passed between them. He walked over to his weight bench and she noticed the items on there for the first time. She froze, the terror coming back full force. A crop and a whip sat there. She fought to breathe as her heart sped up, but suddenly Doc was there at her back. His voice a dark anchor in her terror.
“Easy, Layla. You know who that is. Say it for me.” His voice was deep and husky in her ear, and she could feel the heat from his body flowing along the back of hers.
She opened her mouth but only a squeak came out.
“Focus, Layla,” Doc commanded patiently. “You know who that is. Bo would never hurt you.”
He was right of course, Bo would cut off his own arm before he harmed a hair on her head. “Bo, it’s Bo,” she said, surprising herself when the words slipped easily from her. “Bo would never hurt me.”
“Very good. You’re being so brave. Look at him. Look how proud he is,” Doc continued in that rich chocolate voice.
Bo picked up the crop and walked over to stand in front of her. He held it up and gave her a moment to take it in. “It’s just the crop, Layla. We’ve used this before.”
She remembered, nodding. They’d only bought it a week before she’d been kidnapped, but she’d been eager to try it as soon as they’d gotten home. He’d used it to lightly spank her tits, ass, and finally her pussy. She’d come screaming as he’d used it to lightly smack her clit. It had been such sweet torture. She focused on that memory and felt herself start to calm.
“That’s it,” he said, and she knew he realized she was remembering. “Now you’re getting it. We’re going to replace the bad memories with good ones. When the bad ones start to come, I want you to think of this.”
She felt Doc’s big hands slide up her sides, over her ribs. It was a slow sensual move that had her pulse quickening in a good way. She sucked in a breath as he cupped her breast, gently toying with each nipple. Moaning, she felt them harden and couldn’t resist the urge to arch into his touch. His hands moved to caress the undersides before he lifted each, presenting them to his friend. Bo didn’t waste any time. He let the crop fly, lighting smacking the pebbled tip.
She gasped and waited for the fear to come, but only pleasure filled her. This was nothing like what those bastards had done to her. She arched forward, eager for more, but nothing came.
“Open your eyes, Layla,” Bo commanded. “Look at me.”
That was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to revel in the release, enjoy the sensation.
“Do it, Layla. He won’t give you any more until you do,” Doc ordered. She felt the warm heat of his breath tickle her ear.
Groaning, she couldn’t help but obey. She met Bo’s gaze, letting herself drown in his beautiful blue eyes.
“That’s it,” Doc whispered. “Who’s there, Layla?”
“Bo, it’s Bo,” she managed to force past shaking lips.
“And would Bo ever hurt you?”
“Never!” she said fiercely, her eyes never leaving Bo’s.
Smiling in approval, Bo moved to lightly rain more strikes from the crop, hitting her breast, belly and thighs. The sweet hot kiss making her squirm with reawakened need.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” Bo commanded. “Let me see that sweet little kitty.”
There was more than enough slack in the rope and with Doc at her back, she was able to slip her feet apart, the cool air hit her pussy, and she was shocked to realize how wet she was. Need was coursing through her, and she realized how close she was. She’d been close before, and the fear had always ripped away the pleasure. He brought the crop up letting it land soundly on the damp lips. She moaned arching into it.
“That’s it, Layla, feel the pleasure. Feel how good it is.” Doc whispered, his hands massaging and kneading her breast.
She whimpered, her body moving to writhe as he brought the crop up several more times, the light sting making her clit ultrasensitive. She was so close, but it just wouldn’t come.
“I can’t!” she shouted in frustration. “Oh god! I can’t come.”
“You can and you will, Layla,” Bo ordered. She watched as he moved away, setting the crop aside, and picking up the whip.
She felt herself stiffen. The whip had been the worst. She hated the long thin scars she now bore from it. She and Bo had never used one before, and it was because of how dangerous it could be in the hands of an untrained Dom. Her eyes widened as he approached. “Please, Bo, not the whip.” She whimpered.
“Layla, calm down and focus,” Doc said in a stern voice. In her terror, she’d almost forgotten he was there. “That’s Bo. Would Bo ever hurt you?”
“The whip is dangerous,” she countered, trying to twist away despite her bound hands. Doc’s solid body was holding her in place.
“Would I be standing this close if I thought for a second he didn’t know what he was doing?” Doc said, his big hands moving to catch her hips, holding her still.
Bo moved directly in front of them. He held up the whip, letting her look at it for several seconds before drawing back and letting it fly. She tensed, waiting for the fire to hit her, but it merely wrapped around her body. She almost laughed, realizing it had wrapped around Doc as well, binding them for a second as the very tip caressed her belly. She let out a long breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding.
“Did I hurt you, Layla?” Bo questioned.
She shook her head.
“No, he needs the words, Layla,” Doc told her, reminding her of the dynamics of the situation. A good Dom always knew where his sub was, knew how to take her to that sweet point. In this case it wasn’t the pain, but fear he brought her too.
Nodding in understanding, she took a deep breath. “Bo, you would never hurt me.”
“But do you trust me enough to let go and let yourself come?”
“I want to. I want to so bad,” she moaned, now that the fear had subsided, the desire was back, coursing through her in hot waves.
“We’ll see.” Bo said turning and tossing the whip aside. He moved behind her and when he came back he had condoms and lube.
“Oh shit.” She couldn’t help but gasp. There weren’t serious, were they? She and Bo had talked about it, but she never thought it would actually happen. He was too possessive. “Oh fuck!”
Even as the words left her mouth, he tossed the lube to his friend. Doc caught it midair and then she felt a hot smack land on her backside. “Watch your mouth, brat,” Doc ordered, but she could hear the laughter in his voice.
They closed in around her, and bound as she was, she was helpless to escape. More importantly, she was happy to realize she didn’t want to. Bo caught her mouth in a slow deep kiss as his hands traveled over her body, down her sides. She swayed into him, as one hand slid behind her neck to tangle in her hair. The other traveled farther down, skilled fingers parting the lips of her sex. He stroked the nub of her clit, drawing slow circles around it lightly. The teasing touch was too light, and she tried in vain to grind herself against him.
“Bo, please,” she whimpered.
“Ah-ah. Not yet, baby. You need to be still and let Doc get your pretty little asshole ready for me to fuck.”
She flushed at the crudeness of his words, but not from embarrassment. Excitement rat
cheted through her. They were looking at her, touching her. The exhibitionist in her was reveling in the attention. That need, that desire was still there, and she rejoiced in it.
As Bo’s fingers continued to tease, she felt a new sensation and gasped. Cool lubed fingers slid between the smooth cheeks of her bottom. “Oh…” she cried as those lubed fingers began to probe her tight little opening.
“Relax, baby, let him in,” Bo urged.
She let out a squeak as the first lubed finger made its way past the tight opening and continued to tunnel deeper. ““Oh gawd!” she cried as the sensitive nerves in her rear passage sprang to life sending shivers through her body.
“Mmmm…” Doc purred in her ear, lightly nipping the soft lobe. “You’re so hot, so tight, so beautiful.”
“She’s the most incredibly sexy women in the world.” Bo agreed, catching her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, even as his fingers continued to tease the throbbing jewel of her clit.
“You’re a lucky bastard, you know that?” Doc agreed as he continued to work his finger in and out of her.
Shivers coursed through her as her body adjusted to the invasion. She swayed, caught between their teasing fingers. A squeak escaped her as Doc withdrew for a second only to begin working a second finger into her. The stretching burn caused her to moan. It wasn’t as if she and Bo hadn’t toyed with anal play before, but she never quite got used to that initial invasion and the stretching. This was different though. This wasn’t just to work a plug into her, this would be so much more. He would take her, well and truly possess her, and his friend would be there watching him stake his claim. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations flooding her body. Bo’s fingers continued to tease her while Doc’s fingers started to stretch her. A low moan escaped her as Doc relentlessly continued to work her. His fingers tunneled deep, scissoring, stretching. The burning eased, and she couldn’t resist grinding back to fuck his fingers. As she did, Bo increased the pressure on her clit.
“Ah!” she wailed as the sensations rushed through her. “Oh, oh yes!” She screamed as Doc ruthlessly worked yet a third finger into her. “Oh, don’t stop!” she begged. She was so close, but then their fingers disappeared. “No!” she screamed. “Bastards! Put them back. I was going to come. I was so close.” She writhed, twisting and turning in her bonds.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Bo said, catching her and kissing away tears she hadn’t realized she was shedding. The sob broke from her harshly as she realized she was crying, actually crying. “Welcome back, my little fireball. I’ve missed you!” he said as he rained kisses over her.
She let out a ragged sound that was half laugh, half sob. He kissed her one last time before disappearing from her sight, moving behind her. Doc came into view and smiled wickedly. She watched, eyes widening as he let his loose sweatpants drop to the floor, revealing his unbelievably thick erection. It was impossible not to compare the two. He wasn’t nearly as long as Bo, but he was impossibly thick. She swallowed as he stroked himself, letting his thumb slide over the slick head to catch a glistening drop of pre-cum. He let out a chuckle and kicked aside his pants to stand naked in front of her. He was a big man, big everywhere from his broad hands to his heavy swinging balls. She watched in fascination as he bent to retrieve a foil packet from his discarded sweats.
She let out a nervous laugh as she realized they were really going to do this. He ripped the packet open and smoothed the condom down his engorged cock. He moved to stand in front of her and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered softly, even as his hands went to her thighs, lifting her. Gasping, her legs automatically moved around his waist. The position opened her pussy wide to his probing.
She felt a second set of hands move to cradle her from behind. Bo’s big body pressed into her. “Let him in, sweetheart. Let him feel how wonderful that hot little pussy is.” Her eyes widened as he actually let his fingers slide over the drenched lips of her sex, pulling them wide to give his friend better access. She threw her head back and let out a long, low cry as the erection poised at her entrance began to slide in. Suspended as she was, she was helpless to their desire and gravity.
Doc let out a deep growl as he seated himself fully inside her. “Sweet Layla, oh fuck, you feel so good.” His head was thrown back, the thick veins almost pulsing as he withdrew and slid back in several times, allowing her to adjust to the feel of him.
Beyond reasonable thought, she ground herself against him as best she could, only to let out a frustrated cry when he stilled, but she instantly knew why. Hands moved behind her, parting the cheeks of her ass, and her eyes popped open wide as something much bigger than a couple fingers began to nudge her dark, forbidden entrance. “Oh fuck, Bo! I can’t take it. It’s too much,” she wailed.
“Yes, you can, baby. Just relax and let me in.”
“Taken it up the backside before, have you?” She growled.
He actually chuckled. “As a matter of fact, one of the requirements at the club I belong to, before they’ll let you try any anal play, you have to be plugged so you know what it’s like.”
“What?” she cried, straining to look at him over her shoulder.
She felt Doc’s big body shake in front of her. “I don’t know which one of us squealed louder. Damn thing’s uncomfortable, and the mistress in charge of it was a sadistic bitch.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the comical, if twisted, image that brought, and Bo took the opportunity to breach the tight ring of muscle of her anus. Her laugh morphed into a sharp curse. “Fuck!” She was already full of cock, and it seemed impossible that any more would fit.
They were relentless though. Doc held her still, impaled on his massive erection. His hands held the cheeks of her ass apart, even as Bo continued to work his way in. Gaining and retreating in small increments, he tunneled deeper with each stroke. She panted, trying to force herself to breathe even as she swore she was being torn in two by the time he was fully seated.
They stilled, giving her a moment to adjust to the new sensations.
“You still with us, beautiful?” Bo rasped softly in her ear. It was that gentleness in the midst of their domination that did her in.
She wanted to come, damn it. It had been so long. Those bastards had stolen that from her and she was taking it back.
“Untie my hands,” she ordered and immediately felt the bonds loosen. Bo began to withdraw, but she used her now free hands to reach behind her and hold him inside. One hand dug into his buttocks, nails raking his firm ass while the other slid around Doc’s neck for balance. “Now fuck me. Both of you, fuck me!” she ordered, and it was all the encouragement they needed.
They set a wicked pace, shunting in and out of her over and over. One sliding out while the other slammed home. Her body was alive with sensation. Doc’s head dropped to catch a hardened nipple while Bo’s teeth grazed the curve of her neck. Their cries echoed off the walls of the basement, and then it was there, just at the edge, she was so close. She could hear the sheriff’s taunting. She was a slut, a whore, and her anger swelled within her. She was none of those. She was passionate and loved sex. That didn’t make her bad. It made her who she was, and it was as if that acknowledgment broke through. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath so that her scream came out in a nearly silent strangled cry. She felt it through every fiber of her being. It sizzled through her, curling her toes and she saw stars.
From a distance she heard them shout and knew they were coming, but couldn’t acknowledge it.
What seemed like hours later, she felt Doc withdraw, and place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you, sweet Layla,” he whispered and then he was gone. She was being lifted and then cradled in Bo’s arms. When she was finally able to open her eyes again, he was laying her carefully onto their bed, curling his big body around her.
She turned to face him, and he carefully wiped the tears from her face she hadn’t even realized we
re there. She smiled tiredly. “Thank you. I know that was hard for you.”
He returned her smile and hugged her close. “I love you. I’m just glad it worked. You’ll be okay now?”
She nodded. “I think so. I just had to get some things straight in my head.”
“Not too straight. I kind of like you twisted,” he joked, but gently stroked her hair, and she saw his handsome face was more open and relaxed than it had been in a long time. It was like the day they’d first met all those years ago.
“You bring out the twisted in me.” She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and contemplated him for a second. “There is one thing I haven’t had a chance to say to you.”
“And what’s that?” He looked perplexed. She’d told him over and over how much she loved him, and she was certain he didn’t think there was anything else that needed to be said.
She gave him a light kiss and whispered. “Welcome home, soldier.”
Epilogue
Willa nervously adjusted the delicate jeweled clip holding her glorious red hair, and Layla couldn’t control her smile.
“You look beautiful! Stop fidgeting!” Danny scolded, but she was laughing as well.
Layla felt her heart squeeze at the love and fellowship filling the tiny mountain chapel Willa and Jake had chosen for their wedding. It had a simple, sweet, rustic charm.
Willa herself was the very image of simple vintage elegance and beauty. Her cream gown was a column style, flowing with her curves. The lush satin was overlaid by a whisper of soft organza. The minimal train was dusted with tiny seed pearls that matched the ones that trimmed the soft flutter sleeves and simple sweetheart neckline. She was, in a word, breathtaking.
Unable to choose a maid of honor from among her good friends, Willa had instead requested all the ladies dress in vintage wear as well. They all resembled brash 1920’s flappers, each in a color that suited their personality and looks. Danny wore fiery red with a long red feather tucked into her dark hair. Gloria wore royal blue, and managed to look both sophisticated and rebellious at the same time. Layla had debated on what color best suited her deep chestnut hair and pale skin. She’d finally settled on a deep emerald that brought out the green in her hazel eyes. She felt beautiful, but more importantly, she felt like one of the girls.
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