Brooke’s Special Agents [Men of Montana 11] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Eileen Green

  Both men had muscular builds although Frank’s was a bit more so due to his continual workouts. Even though they were living in a hotel for the time being, he still made time every day to hit the gym. Bradley went with Frank, but his regimen had been cut back greatly until he was healed and got the go-ahead from the doctor to return to his normal routine.

  At the moment, she was getting a fantastic view of their shoulders, back, and their tight asses. When they would make love, she loved grabbing onto the rounded globes and letting her nails dig into them. Her men reacted to a small lick of pain, for they seemed to like it when she did so. She would love to be doing just that right now, but they made sure she couldn’t touch them in any way.

  It was a few more moments of them soothing her nipples before both men stood. Bradley moved over to the table full of various sex toys. He stood and looked over the items before he picked up a heavy flogger. A thrill rushed through her body, making all her girly parts come to attention again and her pussy began to cream.

  “You seemed to be entranced by the flogger, love.” Bradley had been observant when they had been watching Lyndee’s scene. Now, he turned as he spoke. He twirled the flogger, the tendrils rotating in a circle nearly hypnotically.

  Frank ran his hand down her spine, sparking chills to follow in the wake. Once his hand reached the top of her buttocks, a finger slipped into the crevice there. As with his hand, Frank traced the length of her crack past the slope of her derriere and down to the sensitive area around her puckered star. A shudder of delight caused her body to shake, the metal of the shackles sounding through the room. She never knew there were so many sensations surrounding that area.

  A stab of disappointment ran through her when Frank’s finger disappeared, but a cry escaped her when Frank smacked hard across her ass. He repeated the action several more times before he stopped, leaving his hand on her after the last strike.

  At first the pain was sharp and brought tears to her eyes. However, it soon morphed into a warmth that blossomed, past her ass to her pussy.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Frank’s voice was gravely.

  Brooke dragged her gaze from Bradley to Frank, who had a sly smile on his face.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  It surprised her that she did, and that her voice was so breathy. She was becoming a true sexual being, and she liked it.

  “We knew you would. You’re everything we suspected you’d be,” Frank boasted. “Let us show you your true self.”

  The hand on her ass disappeared, leaving her a bit sad. Frank didn’t disappear though. Frank lifted his hands up to her shoulders. He turned her so she faced the wall, the chains on the shackles twisting above her.

  A body pressed up against her back, leather pants cool against her buttocks and upper back. Warmth permeated from the hard rigid chest and abs of Bradley. He used his left hand to slide up her side while his right hand softly flung the falls of the flogger across her stomach. It felt like fingers tickled her skin, but she knew if it was done harder, it would hurt.

  “This is a thick flogger, Brooke. It will produce a thuddy sound and will feel like a massage. A thinner one would give more of a sting. That one will be used more for discipline,” Bradley said, finishing his explanation. “But tonight, we have a different form of discipline for you.”

  Bradley stepped away from Brooke quickly. Before she could ask what he meant by his last comment, she heard the whoosh before she felt the leather strips strike her behind. A shriek sounded from her, more from the sound than from the impact. As with Frank’s spankings, Bradley laid several more strikes to her butt. She tried to stand still, but her body bucked forward each time she was struck. She remained quiet so as not to show a weakness as the area being attended to with the flogger blossomed into warmth. It felt like her body from her waist down to her thighs was simmering.

  “How are you liking what Bradley is doing to you, sweetheart?” Frank inquired as he stepped in front of her.

  Through half-lidded eyes, Brooke looked at Frank. His back was to the wall so he was a few inches away from her, yet she could feel his body heat, and she could see his desire plainly in leathers. The bulge there was large, and she could swear she could see his heartbeat in it. She wished her hands were free so she could take his dick out of his pants and fondle it lovingly.

  They hadn’t had her suck them or play with them, and she felt like she was missing something. In the books she had read, the women loved giving their men blow jobs. The men loved it when their women suckled and drew their cum from their balls, swallowing it all down to show their love. She wanted to be one of those women.

  “I love how rosy your backside is getting,” Bradley commented, his hand skimming across her ass. “And it’s so warm, too.”

  “What are you feeling right now, Brooke? Do you like what is happening to your body?” Frank rasped his knuckles across her nipples as he asked the questions.

  Her nipples hardened tighter as if they were turning to stones. Cream wet her inner thighs, testifying to her enjoyment.

  “Brooke?” Frank asked as he tweaked her nipples.

  Brooke mentally shook herself out of her thoughts. “I like it,” she admitted. “I like it a lot.”

  The flogging continued, but this time, the falls struck her shoulders and upper back. Her body relaxed, the shackles holding her up. If it wasn’t for that, she would have fallen, but she knew Frank or Bradley would have caught her. She had that much faith in her men.

  In this moment, Brooke could forget all the outside world. To melt into the here and now. To just feel every nuance and sensation of what the men did to her. Now she knew what Lyndee was talking about in the locker room, and why the FBI agent had such a dreamy look on her face while Storm was flogging her.

  Bradley ceased the flogging and pressed his body up against her back. With him so close, he trapped the heat to her backside. Bradley’s hand circled around her and grasped her breasts a bit roughly. He pulled on them until she felt her body following them to avoid some of the pain. The pain was sharp, but it was exquisite. It ran straight down to her pussy, making it throb in need.

  “You have such lovely tits, love. Large, but not in a slutty way, and you know how to wear your clothes so as not to show them off to everyone. Only Frank and I will touch them, though we may show them off in the club. We’ll like showing off our woman.”

  Bradley’s words warmed her, but also scared her in a small way. That they wanted to show off her naked body in front of their friends was unsettling. She had never been a public person. This was something they would need to discuss.

  While Bradley worked his magic on her breasts, Frank moved away from her out of her sight range. Neither man had told her she couldn’t move her head, but she was afraid to do so.

  Bradley’s heat against her back remained as he continued the delicious torture of her nipples. She felt the leather-clad bulge that nestled at the top of her buttocks, the desire to have that organ fill her overwhelming.

  The guys had built up her arousal to such an all-time high that she wanted to be sandwiched between them while they fucked her. Both men had explained to her on several occasions that they needed to train her ass. She wished they would do that and make it to where they all could make love at the same time.

  Frank reappeared, a wicked smile gracing his lips. A triangular piece of leather attached to a stick wrapped in leather was against his chin. He tapped the object against his chin as if he was thinking about something, but Brooke knew he was thinking of some way to use it.

  The hands on her breasts disappeared, leaving them tingling and sore. She had to wonder if it was possible to orgasm from having her nipples played with, but she knew she was pretty damn close to it.

  “You’re glowing, sweetheart. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Frank asked as he moved the leather flap to her right breast.

  It surprised Brooke that he had asked the question. Couldn’t they tell that she was? Why were t
hey always needing confirmation of her feelings?

  Deciding to verify vocally, she responded, her voice a near squeak. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  The leather flap rose and fell so quickly Brooke didn’t have a chance to process it until the pain blossomed across her nipple. A hiss escaped her as the sizzling sensation ran through her breast, past her abs, and then to her pussy. An orgasm was near the surface but wouldn’t crest. She needed something more to get her to that place she desired. Frank slapped her nipples several more times, alternating between the two, giving them equal attention.

  Bradley’s body pressed against her back again as he used his right hand to slip around her hip to her pussy. It was Bradley’s left hand that slide around her neck under her chin, offering a bit of pressure as if he was going to choke her. It was just enough pain that it sent a thrill through her body. Long fingers slid between her vulva up to the zenith of her labia and found the precious pearl that would hopefully release her climax. But he only circled the hardened bundle of nerves lazily.

  Brooke shimmied her hips in hopes that he would touch her clitoris. It didn’t happen. Frank hit her nipple harder than before, drawing her attention back to him and off what Bradley was doing.

  “No trying to steal orgasms, Brooke. They belong to us. We will give them or hold them back as we see fit. Do you understand?” Frank spoke as he continued to strike her, her climax still just out of reach.

  “Yes, Sir,” she uttered as she looked into his smoky blue eyes.

  The gleam in Frank’s eyes twinkled in the low lighting of the room, speaking volumes to Brooke of his arousal and amusement. She knew that he wasn’t out to hurt her maliciously. It was a sexual pain that he drew from her, for he knew it drove her crazy.

  Another slap. “I want to tie up your tits one day, sweetheart. I want them to be nice and round and purple, and when I strike them with this riding crop, you will fly.” The wicked gleam was back in Frank’s eye as he spoke. It excited Brooke further at his words.

  Bradley eased up the tension on her neck as Frank administered several more strikes to her breasts. The hand at her cunt that belonged to Bradley moved until three fingers were inserted into her, and Bradley’s thumb positioned itself over her clit yet not hard enough to get her to fall apart. He began to piston his fingers in and out of her quickly, his hooked fingers drawing across the sweet spot within her vaginal walls.

  Her pussy walls began to spasm as that sizzling sensation of her orgasm heightened. Bradley kept up the quick work of his fingers, and Frank continued to smack her breasts with the crop. Through languid eyes she saw the latter give a quick nod to Bradley, who smashed her clit with his thumb.

  Her pussy exploded in a fiery electrical blast, causing an avalanche of sensations. Breath caught in her chest. Limbs tightened up. Vision dimmed when dark spots appeared before her. Her hearing became white noise except for the scream that sounded as if it were from underwater.

  The wave of orgasm felt monstrous like it rolled on for miles, carrying her on its crest. Electricity sparked along every single nerve in her body as fire rolled through her veins. She felt as if she was going to be consumed by the heat that enveloped her.

  Once Brooke began to come down off of her orgasmic high, she felt her body go limp as she waited for her senses to return. When she was picked up in strong arms, she was aware her hands had been released from the shackles. Heat surrounded her from the slab of muscular chest to her back to the arms wrapped around her.

  The mattress kissed her backside as she was laid out, and two bodies cuddled up to her on both sides. The two men still wore their leathers, and she was anxious to get them to make love to her. Even though her body was slack, Brooke moved her arms until her hands found the front of their pants and felt how hard they were. It’s a wonder that they hadn’t sought their own pleasure yet. How were they able to resist?

  Two hands, one from each man, grasped her wrists and moved them up until they were trapped between her and their chests.

  “No, love. This night is all about you,” Bradley explained, his voice deep and labored. It sounded as if it hurt him to talk.

  “But what if I want you to make love to me?” she asked quietly.

  “Sweetheart, as much as we want to, we won’t make love to you until we are home.” Frank raised her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles as he spoke. “But we do have one more order of business to conduct.”

  “And what would that be?”

  Brooke had to ask the question, for she didn’t know what else they could do to her without fucking her. Was there?

  Bradley raised up on one elbow and looked down at her, pure desire on his face. “We’re going to start training your ass so we can fuck you at the same time, love.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The look on Brooke’s face was priceless when he announced what they were going to do. Terror, lust, and confusion swept across her beautiful features. She knew they would introduce her to anal at some point. Why would she be afraid now of the prospect?

  There had been many discussions regarding this subject, and she had dealt with them just fine. They just needed to go slow with her, even though in the end, her punishment would follow the insertion of her butt plug.

  “Here?” she gasped out the question.

  “Oh, believe me, baby,” Frank began as he rose from the bed. “Most of the women within our circle will know what it feels like to have their ass filled, if not all of them.”

  Bradley could feel her body tremble slightly, so he released her hand and began to lightly skim across Brooke’s collarbone, from one to the other and then back again. He spoke softly as he did so. “It’s going to be all right, love. There will be a bit of pain, but then it will go away. We will make sure you aren’t in extreme pain.”

  A shy smile graced her face, shocking Bradley when she admitted, “Lyndee and I spoke in the locker room. I’m ready for the plug. But you’ve got me so worked up that I want you to fuck me. Now.”

  Frank stepped out of the bathroom where he had gone to wash the new butt plug they had bought for her. It was, in fact, one of several that graduated in size for them to work up to where they knew Brooke would be able to take each of them.

  “When we get home, sweetheart, we’ll see if you still want to have us inside you.” Frank smiled that wicked smile that Bradley knew would mean an interesting time for all three of them later on.

  Brooke’s brows knit together as she looked between Bradley and Frank. She opened her mouth to speak but apparently thought better of it, for she shut it quickly.

  Frank walked back to the bed and stood at the side, looking down at Brooke. He handed the butt plug to Bradley, and Bradley saw the look on their woman’s face as she watched the exchange. Bradley knew what she was thinking. It’s too big. How am I supposed to wear that?

  Pushing down the chuckle that threatened to escape him at the thought, Bradley spoke, his voice sounding as if a frog had taken up residence there, “Frank is going to lie on the bed, and I want you to drape yourself across his lap. It’ll be easier for you as I insert the plug.”

  With that, he rose from the bed, leaving it empty for Frank and Brooke. As he grabbed a bottle of lube from the table along with a plastic plug where all their play items sat, he could hear his friend lie down and softly murmur to their woman. He then went back to the bed and set his eyes on the beautiful heart-shaped derriere.

  A beautiful sight lay before him, something he wanted to see for the rest of his life, Brooke stretched out across Frank’s thighs. Frank was running his fingers up and down her spine as if trying to calm her.

  “Man, that is one delicious-looking ass,” Bradley murmured. “Just luscious.”

  Her puckered star looked tight. His dick was hard and weeping at the sight of it, demanding to be buried deep inside, to mark her as his.

  Slowly, Bradley skimmed the round contour of her buttocks and savored the tremors that ran through her body. Her ass jiggled a little as she le
t out a giggle.

  “We’ve been finding all your little ticklish spots. We can use those as punishment also,” Frank informed her. She quieted instantly, and her body stilled. They had been discovering them and had driven her wild, but it was all in fun. Now, it was a good thing that they could use it against her.

  Frank praised her as moved his hand slid down to cup one of her ass cheeks, “Good girl.”

  Bradley set the bottle of lube on the small shelf next to the head of the bed. A package of wipes was a staple to the room and sat on the shelf already, which he opened and pulled several out for the ready. The plug was set on its flat end, the flare of it pointing upward.

  Letting his gaze rest on Brooke’s great asset, he could see her rosette clenching and then releasing. He knew she was nervous even though she tried hard not let them see it.

  After rubbing his hands together to warm them a bit, Bradley placed a hand on each cheek. Reveling in the feel of the softness that he loved, he kneaded at the flesh, drawing soft gasps from Brooke. She tried hard to remain still, but Bradley knew she was ticklish there also.

  Frank moved his hand up to draw lazy circles on her lower back, keeping contact with her. It was as if he was letting her know he was there for her. Of course, Bradley knew that Brooke probably felt all of Frank’s arousal from the position she was in.

  Moving inch by inch, Bradley used his fingers to skim their way over to the dark star that was going to get an education tonight. Once there, he circled the hole over and over, letting her get used to having something there.

  A sigh escaped Brooke after a few minutes, letting Bradley know she was relaxed with what he was doing. With that, he used his thumb pressing in and out slightly, giving her a small bite of sensation. When she wasn’t fighting against him, Bradley knew it was time.