by Reece Butler
He trailed his fingers between her sopping lower lips. She shuddered.
“Riley give you a few orgasms?”
She nodded, her head rasping against the smooth red leather of the two-step bench. It didn’t fit Jane perfectly, but he’d solve that by building one just for her. Or maybe he’d order one. The older folks were starting up a dungeon furniture business, after all.
He put his knees on the ledges built for that purpose, leaned over, and played with her breasts. She moaned encouragingly.
He nipped the cord of her neck. She gasped. Suddenly he had to have her. No, to take her, proving he was hers and would protect her from everything. He grasped her hair in his fist and pulled back. She lifted her head, baring her neck. The sand dollar dangled free.
“Are you my wife?” he demanded.
“Yes, to both you and Riley.”
“And what happens to my wife on her wedding night?”
“Whatever you wish.”
“Good answer. What about after?”
“I belong to you and Riley. And you belong to me.”
“What do you want, Jane Adams?”
“I want your cock in me. Now!”
Her demand broke the last of his control. He shifted and his cock slid into her heat. Because of the plug she was very tight. He groaned as he pressed slowly into her.
“This what you want, sweetheart?”
* * * *
“Yes!”
Jane strained against the restraints. She could twist her wrists a bit, but couldn’t move her feet at all. Travis’s weight kept her from bucking up to force him to impale her. Unlike Riley’s first deep thrust, Travis was torturing her with anticipation.
“Faster!” she demanded.
He growled something, then pain exploded on her bottom cheek. She yelped at the surprise.
“I’m in charge of this rodeo, babe, and you’d best remember that.”
His threat, and the sting even now heating her pussy, thrilled her. She’d been silent too long. Had held herself in, afraid to be a strong, demanding woman. That had changed. She could be, and do, whatever she liked. Facing the consequences was part of those choices she made.
Travis had a full head of steam now. He grunted and hissed as he pumped into her. Every time his thighs hit hers, she jiggled. Her nipples grazed the padding with each thrust. It was maddening and arousing and frustrating at the same time.
She couldn’t hear over their labored breathing, couldn’t see past the mask. Had Riley woken? Was he watching? The thought ramped up her tension even more. She was nearing the edge. Just a bit more…Travis stopped. Just like that, he held his cock still. Half in and half out, and all frustrating!
Her mask was pulled off. Riley, eyes half-lidded, grinned at her.
“Looks like it’s party time,” he said. His lips brushed against hers. Twin pinches, one per nipple, made her squeak. “The swing?”
“That’s what I was thinking,” replied Riley. He pulled out and stood, leaving her near the edge of a delightful orgasm.
“Guys,” she complained. “I want—”
“You’ll have what we give you,” interrupted Riley, still facing her. “Do you trust us?”
“Yes,” she replied. He lifted an eyebrow. “Yes, Sir.”
A moment later she was unclipped from the bench. They walked her over to a pulley that hung from the ceiling. It hooked into a type of suspension harness that buckled around her thighs, belly, ribs, and just under her shoulders. There were other straps that went under her knees, and thighs. All were soft, and some were padded. Riley and Travis checked she was secure and that nothing was binding, then they lifted her by a loop at the back of her neck and clipped her onto the pulley. That was when she realized she could be held horizontally, or vertically.
“This is an electric hoist,” said Travis. “You can’t fall.”
Some of the extra padded straps went around her back in a lattice. Others would support her head if the men stretched her on her back, or front. Every movement jiggled the butt plug deep inside her.
“I’ll fill Jane from the front, and then you can sandwich her from behind,” said Riley.
“Uh, guys?”
Riley wrapped his arms around her from the back. “We’ve done this before, Janey, just not using a swing. We’ll be able to move better with you suspended between us.”
Travis played with her breasts, distracting her. He suckled one. She closed her eyes, leaned into Riley’s embrace, moaning. Riley tugged the plug and a zap of need made her gasp.
“You, my love, are going to get impaled,” said Travis with far too much satisfaction. “Front and back, we are going to make you ours. Green light?”
Her hands were free, though she could do little with her legs but swing her ankles or move her thighs apart. A flash of a fantasy hit. After she’d seen the museum display on Mustang Island, she’d fantasized about being caught by pirates. They would stash her in a cargo net on deck, out in the open where they could all see, and leer at her. It fit the situation, though this harness was far softer than any rope. The two men leering at her could easily be pirates, ones who’d snuck on board during the night to do whatever they wished with her.
“Janey’s got something on her mind, Trav. Look at how her nipples got all hard.” He flicked one, making her gasp at the jolt. “Tell us what you’re thinking about.”
“I couldn’t.” She shook her head.
“You can, and will,” declared Riley.
Both men lost the easygoing manner she’d seen briefly.
“Honesty and communication,” said Travis. “That’s what you agreed to when you married into this family.”
“We can’t fulfill your fantasies if we don’t know them,” added Riley.
“Pirates,” she blurted. “Caught in a cargo net.”
“You’ve been caught by pirates,” said Riley, nodding. “Stripped naked and tied in one of those rope nets. You’re hung on deck where every man can see you. There’s nowhere to hide. The net pushes against you in all directions. You know that, because of the spaces in the net, they don’t have to take you out to use you. They can just pull you against the ropes and enter you any way they want. Is that what you’re thinking?”
She nodded, flicking her eyes from one to the other. The men shared a leer.
“Works for me,” said Travis. His cock bobbed in agreement.
“I’m the captain,” said Riley.
He swaggered over to a cupboard she had carefully not investigated. He rattled around in it and came out with…a sword! She gasped and tried to move, but all that happened was she started swinging a bit. Riley swaggered over, swishing the weapon through the air.
“The edge is blunt,” murmured Travis. “It won’t cut.”
“I have no intention of marring the face or body of our captive.”
Riley held one of the straps, stopping her from moving. He swung his blade behind her. A slap, flat blade on flesh, made her squeal.
“As captain, I get first choice.”
He fondled her skin as he turned her. She struggled, but was tied. It felt good to fight, so she really pulled against her bonds.
“Our prisoner is not being cooperative,” said Riley. “Shall we?”
They tilted her until her face was down and her legs spread. She could do nothing to stop them no matter how much she struggled.
“Forty-five degrees,” said Riley. “Lower her until her ass is level with my cock.”
Travis tilted her forward. She heard the low hum of a motor. She jiggled as he got the right height. Riley drew his hands over her hips.
“Well, my pretty,” he murmured. “I’m going to fill that soft ass of yours with my sword.”
“No!” she cried, struggling even more.
“Oh, very much yes.” His fingers dug into her flesh, just enough. “You might have played the innocent virgin on shore, but on my ship you’ll be my whore.”
“No! Let me go! You can’t ruin me!”
“You were ruined the moment I caught sight of you, flaunting yourself on that balcony. You saw me looking, and you looked back.”
“My guardian will come after me!”
“Why do you think it was so easy for me to take you from your bed? Your guardian is happy with a bag of silver coins.”
“Silver? He didn’t demand gold?”
Riley ran his fingers down his chin as if he had a pointed beard. “He demanded, and we bartered for awhile. But I had an advantage.” White teeth flashed. “You see, this blade was at his neck.” He angled the blade so it flashed in the light, “You were a bargain.”
“I refuse to submit to you!” Both men laughed.
“Your acceptance, or refusal, means nothing to us. We will do what we want to you, no matter what.”
Chapter 42
Riley watched Jane very closely. She was in control, and they were playing her fantasy. While they hadn’t discussed it beforehand, he and Travis would allow Jane to lead the scene.
“Don’t you touch me,” she snarled. “I’ll swing this net, knock you over, and bash your head against that green light behind you.”
“Sure you don’t mean orange, or red?” asked Travis.
“I like green.” She spat the words at them. “It will make your blood look black when I smash your head.”
He and Travis shared a look. Full speed ahead for Jane’s dual ravishment!
Riley would never, ever harm a woman. Yet the thought of taking Jane, having her screaming and clawing as he filled her ass, made him damn hard. Jane wasn’t the only one with fantasies.
“Bend her over so I can see her ass.”
Travis held her horizontal, legs wide. He jiggled her butt plug, warning her to release. She relaxed, he carefully popped the plug out, and then she went back to struggling. He set the plug aside. Grabbing a fresh condom and the lube, he stalked toward her.
Jane. His wife. His captive, ready to take whatever he wanted to dish out.
“After we’ve fucked you in every hole,” he snarled at her, “no one else will ever satisfy you. You’ll belong to me, and I will be the one to give you pleasure. Or deny it.”
“You don’t know anything about pleasuring a woman!”
He gave his captive a sardonic look. “Actually, I do. Though being a virgin, you know nothing about a man.”
She pressed her lips together as if holding something back.
“Well, well, perhaps milady isn’t as innocent as she pretends.”
Travis slid his fingers into her spread pussy. “She’s wet, Captain. I say a ship or two have docked in this port.”
“What about this one?”
He squeezed thick lube on his fingers, then sent two into her stretched ass. Inside this passage was the softest part of her body, so he took extra care. She struggled, shrieking for him to stop, all the while clamping down on him for more. He easily added a third finger, then a fourth.
“Enough!” He grinned, unable to hold back the comment. “Prepare to be boarded.”
“Leave me be, you slimy excuse for a toad!
Travis held her secure as Riley pressed his eager cock against her asshole. He moved slowly, listening for her colorful complaints to turn to something more. But she continued berating him with G-rated insults.
Holding back, having to pay attention to Jane’s needs, was a noble sacrifice. Her hot ass burned his cock like magical fire that never blistered and never cooled.
“Oh, that feels good.” She moaned. “How dare you touch me this way, you cad!”
Having reached bottom, he pulled back, grimacing as she tightened down on him. He stopped with his cock just inside, panting as if he’d fought a duel with three swordsmen in order to claim her. He wanted to plunge deep, fucking her senseless until they both exploded. That was not to be. Not tonight. The pirate scene helped hold him back, as he had to concentrate on something other than Jane’s welcoming flesh.
“Try the south jetty,” he told Travis.
This time he was the one to hold the squirming, gasping, demanding woman as Travis slid into her pussy. He knew Trav wanted to claim her ass, but tonight they would have an equal chance of creating a baby. Who knew what the morning would bring? They were married, but not in the eyes of the courts. Papers had to be signed before Jane was truly safe from attack.
He felt Travis begin to pull out, and prepared to sink once more into her.
“Fill me, Travis,” demanded Jane. “Make me a baby!”
Riley met his brother’s eyes. A quick nod, and Travis was gone. He held the straps either side of Jane’s hips, using them to haul her pussy forward to slam against him. The whole time he stared forward, eyes on Jane, as he did exactly as she demanded. With nothing solid under them, Riley had to hold Jane tight as Trav pounded into her. Finally, his brother roared, pulsing into her. Riley was just far enough inside Jane’s ass to feel her orgasm hit. As Travis dropped back, he surged forward, catching her wave and making another of his own.
He was aware of nothing but the feel, scent, sounds, and taste of her.
They stood there, holding on to their woman to stay upright. Both were inside her, still throbbing from the final twinges of her orgasm.
“Oh, my,” she murmured. “We’ll have to do that again sometime soon.”
He couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that burst out at her response to the violent way they’d taken her. Violent, but full of love. She had directed the show, and it sounded like she enjoyed it as much as they did.
“Anytime you want, Janey,” he replied, chuckling. “Anytime at all.”
* * * *
An hour later, clean, fed, and comfy, four of them snuggled together on the bed. She was in the middle, of course. All three humans lay on their backs. Jane kept pulling up the sheet and the men would find reasons to move so her breasts got exposed again. She hadn’t called them on it yet, finding it hilarious that they’d resort to such a thing.
She’d invited Buster to visit Riley in the kitchen. The men had seemed surprised when the dog ended up in bed at their feet. Buster was in dog heaven, having received scratches, biscuits, and a few of her kisses. Only on the top of his head, as otherwise Travis got miffed. Riley didn’t mind, as long as she didn’t let Buster kiss her back.
She had never, ever felt so loved. Not that she had much to judge by, but this was better than the best romance movie she’d ever seen. Her husbands were better looking than the actors, also.
“Uh-oh, Janey’s thinking again,” said Riley in an ominous tone. “Do I have to get out my sword?”
She wriggled in memory of what had happened after he’d swatted her.
“I was just thinking how wonderful it feels to lie here like this. To know that you care for me so much.”
Travis rolled onto his side to face her. He rested his head on his fist. This close, his eyes were more like cognac than plain brown.
“Not ‘cares for,’ sweetheart. Loves. As in I, Travis Donald Adams, love you, Jane Adams. The only reason it wasn’t me telling it to the judge was that, like the gentleman I am, I waited for you to be ready.”
“You snoozed, bro.”
This came from Riley. He sat up, pulling the sheets with him and exposing her to the waist. Her nipples perked up. Of course, he noticed.
“Looky-looky, Trav. Janey’s all eager for us.”
“I’m cold because you pulled off the sheet. Again!”
His hand snaked over to tweak one peak. The jolt hit her core, making her gasp. She slapped his hand and glared.
“Just because I bake, doesn’t mean the cookie jar is open all the time,” she retorted.
“You made cookies?” Riley looked even more eager for food.
“Yes, but that’s not what I meant and you know it.”
His eyes went all lazy and sexy. “It’s going to take awhile for this need to wear off. The more sex we have
, the faster it might wear off.”
“You mean like the candy coating on chocolate?” asked Travis. “The more you lick it, the faster it’s gone? Because all that does is make me want more.” He toyed with the sheet. It dropped past her belly button.
Before she could get further distracted, she pulled a pillow over her. It covered her from chest to thigh.
“Spoilsport,” muttered Riley, though his eyes still twinkled.
“I want to know what else Bertie said to you.”
The twinkle evaporated like water in hot sand. Riley pulled himself up. He stuffed his pillow behind his back and leaned against the headboard. He played with a lock of her hair with one hand. The other he held in a fist.
“Stark said your biological father is an unknown donor at a sperm bank, one that’s no longer in business,” said Riley.
“Thank God!”
“You knew?” demanded Travis.
“Tom White told me the other night.” He turned to Jane. “I thought you might like that piece of news. There’s nothing of him in you, except memories. And we’re going to help you forget those.”
“A sperm bank means I’ll never know who my father really is.”
Why would she feel a sense of loss for someone she’d never met? She pulled herself up beside Riley, hugging the pillow. He put his arm around her. Travis did the same on the other side. Buster, sensing something was wrong, crawled closer. He put his head on his paws and watched. His coloring meant every time he moved his eyebrows it looked like a caterpillar wriggled over his eyes.
“So. No father.” She forced a smile. “Though I have two fathers-in-law, and a mother-in-law.” “And from what I saw last night, lots of family.”
“Don’t be so quick to deny your birth father, Jane,” said Riley. “Someone left you a trust fund. It was established after your birth, with a million dollars in it.”
“A million doll—” She thought back. “Is that the money Stark offered you to give me up?”
Riley nodded, lost in thought. “It’s strange. If you marry before your twenty-fifth birthday, which you just did, your husband is made administrator of your trust fund. Stark wanted me to marry you right away and then sign everything over to him.”
