by Chloe Lang
“Now that’s begging.” Wade rubbed her back gently. “Love the sound of that on our slave’s sweet lips, don’t you?”
“You know I do, bro.” Without her realizing it, Wyatt had moved behind her. He spread her thighs, and though she tried to not fight back, her worry about the plug they meant to put inside her ass caused her to try to pull her legs back together.
“It’s okay, pet. Trust us.” Wade’s words helped to vanquish her resistance.
“Bro, keep her distracted for me.”
“Will do. You’re going to see how skilled we are in the life, sub. We are quite the Dom team.” Wade stroked her hair, and her tension backed down even as her trembles stepped up. “Don’t hold back anything from us, love. You trust us, don’t you?”
In her gut, she trusted them with everything. They loved her, most definitely. And she loved them. “Yes, Dom.”
She could feel Wyatt spread her bottom cheeks and apply lubricant to her tight opening. She got even wetter as he pushed his fingers into her constricting anus.
Wade nuzzled her neck, scraping the skin there with his teeth. “Almost there, sub. He’s getting your lovely ass ready for the plug.”
Her backside clenched tight on Wyatt’s fingers. The sting was gone, and taking its place was an urgent need.
She whimpered when she felt Wyatt’s other hand on her pussy’s swollen folds.
“Wow, she’s soaked.” Wyatt’s throaty words pushed her, though she hadn’t thought it possible, even higher and hotter.
Mac whimpered when the plug nudged against her anus, slipping past the tight ring. “Oh, God!”
“Damn, she’s killing me. I would love to roll her over and fuck her senseless right now.” Wade’s barely controlled lust for her made Mac want him even more.
Wyatt chuckled wickedly. “I know what you mean. You should feel her pussy.”
“Oh, I will. Trust me.” Wade’s hot breath on her neck was so intoxicating and dangerous. “We made a plan for tonight. This is her lesson, not ours. We have to stick to the plan.”
“Right. Paddle. Plug. Paddle, again. Whip. Clamps. Then we can fuck our slave.”
“Too much, Masters,” she pleaded. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
“There is a little spoiled submissive inside her.” Wade sighed. “I hate to admit it, but I can’t hold out for the entire plan, bro.”
“Damn, what kind of Dom are you?” Wyatt laughed. “Me either. I swear she’s going to ruin us both. Okay, modified plan. Let me get this plug inside her ass, another paddling, and then we fuck her.”
“I like it. Good plan.”
Hearing their erotic talk about what they planned to do to her made her lips quiver and her pussy clench.
“Deep breath, slave,” Wyatt commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
As she filled her lungs to the max, she could feel him pressing the plug more firmly against her anus.
She felt his free hand cup her ass cheek. “Exhale for me, baby.”
She let go of the air in her body through her mouth.
The pressure of the plug increased, demanding entrance into her ass. As the last ounce of air escaped her lips, her tight ring of muscle surrendered to the toy’s invasion.
Unable to get enough oxygen, she panted as electricity shocked her every part. Her ass grappled against the intrusion of the plug.
“Shh. Breathe, pet. Breathe for me.” Wade’s voice sounded so distant to her.
A hot wave flooded her insides. The plug was so massive, widening and stretching her in ways she’d never experienced before. Awash with a torrent of need, she couldn’t stop herself from writhing on the bench.
Wyatt ran his fingertips over her back. “Look at you, baby. You look so beautiful this way.”
“Fuck,” Wade growled. “I can’t stand this anymore. Forget the second round of spanking, Wyatt. Let’s fuck her.”
“Pet, do you think I should make him hand over his Dom card now?”
She trembled violently as her bottom and pussy began to clench together from the overwhelming want the toy inside her was creating. “There are no cards. I remember, Masters.”
They both chuckled wickedly.
Wade’s tone turned serious, though the hunger inside him was still evident. “Training a sub is something we know a thing or two about, but with you, I can’t help myself. At the rate we’re going, it’s going to take us several months to get you fully trained.”
“I’m thinking longer,” Wyatt added. “So much for making her beg for it tonight. I’m just as ready to feel our love’s insides tighten on my cock as you are.”
“Agreed.” Wade smiled.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw them strip out of their leathers. Being low on the bench, she was eye level with their nine-inch, fully erect twin cocks. She couldn’t help but mewl as another deluge shot her need up even higher, even hotter, even more demanding than before. Mesmerized, she couldn’t look away as they both rolled a condom down their dicks, dicks that would be inside her soon. One in her pussy and one in the place the plug had made ready, her ass.
They unfastened her restraints and lifted her off the bench. They shuffled her until she was sandwiched between them, in their arms. It felt like floating to her, above the ground, with Wade in front and Wyatt in back.
“Color?” Wyatt demanded.
“Green, Masters.” She wrapped her arms around Wade’s neck and leaned her head into his shoulder.
“Excellent.” He pulled the plug out of her bottom, and her heart began to flutter.
Did they mean to fuck her standing up? It certainly seemed so since neither of her cowboys were moving their feet. But boy, how they were moving their fingers and yes, even their cocks, caressing her flesh. Wyatt’s cock rubbed on her bottom cheeks and Wade’s on her thigh.
Dying to be filled by her Masters, to be claimed by them completely, and yes, to come, she panted like a mad woman, primal and thirsty, oh so thirsty.
“Deep breath, slave.” Wyatt’s throaty command seared her insides, making her entire body shake.
“Yes, Master.”
“Let it out.”
She obeyed, and he shoved his cock into her ass, his hands on the back of her thighs keeping her aloft between him and Wade.
“Yes. God, Yes.”
A harsh moan came from behind her. Wyatt’s lusty moan.
“We’re not done here, pet.” Wade’s brown eyes thundered with possessive craving.
Dom experts indeed. What should’ve been difficult—being held above the floor between them and getting both their dicks into her body at the same time—they accomplished with ease. Wade sent his cock into her hungry pussy, and she felt the vibrations of her whimpers in her throat.
“Fuck, she’s ours, bro. All ours.” Wade’s thrusts into her channel hit her in the good spot. They came fast and hard, and Wyatt’s strokes in her ass mirrored them.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” Wyatt’s words came out raspy and hot.
“Perfect. You are ours, Mackenzie. Ours. Don’t forget it. Ever.” Wade’s hot groan swept over her face.
How could she? These were her cowboys, her future.
Unshed teardrops brimmed in her eyes as the pressure grew and grew. Her Doms kept filling her up, thrusting their cocks into her.
“So close.” Wade’s eyes never wavered from her but were narrowed to a slit.
“Me, too,” Wyatt breathed, his hot blast skating over her neck and back.
Then her pleasure crested, and the rush of her orgasm sent waves and waves of intense sensations through every cell in her body. Her trembles were so rapid, so forceful, so demanding, there was no possibility of keeping still. She writhed between her men, feet dangling above the ground, their cocks seated deep inside her.
Tightening on Wyatt’s cock in her anus, she clawed at Wade’s neck. The tug on her clit was overwhelming and impossibly growing and expanding even more.
Her pussy squeezed on Wade’s dick,
trying to release the burn that was reducing her to hot, lusty ashes.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” Wyatt thrust his cock all the way into her bottom and held it there. “Fuuuck!”
Wade’s eyes closed. A low, throaty growl left his lips, and she felt his hands tighten on her waist. Then he sent his cock into her pussy in a single powerful thrust.
She could feel their pulsing cocks inside her pussy and ass. A myriad of orgasmic sensations sizzled through her, all hot, all intense, and all unforgettable, just like her cowboys. Delicious dizziness made her feel like she was flying. Again and again, she came, and came again.
She screamed until her throat burned, and still the sensations flooded through her. Her whole body trembled so violently she wasn’t sure it would ever stop. Her Doms hadn’t given her just a multiple orgasm that was impossible for her to number. They’d given her an earth-shattering, toe-curling, heaven-moving climax she would never forget. This incredible release was her surprise.
Exhausted, she was barely aware of her cowboys carrying her out of the dungeon and to the only remaining bedroom left in the cabin.
As they lowered her to the mattress, she looked at her two Doms.
Wyatt touched her cheek. “I love you, Mackenzie. I will always love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, too weary from their lovemaking to say more.
“I love you, sweetheart. Like this oaf, I will always love you.” Wade brushed the hair out of her eyes.
She sat up and took his hand. “And I love you, Wade. Always.”
Wyatt grabbed her other hand and looked at Wade. “We’re back on plan.”
“Yes, we are.”
She watched them both drop to one knee, each keeping hold of one of her hands.
“Will you marry us, Kristen Mackenzie Green?” they said in unison, obviously rehearsed.
Love washed over her like never before. Her heart swelled in her chest, and she nodded. Her whole life had been a struggle. She’d learned to depend on herself alone. Now, she would never be alone, ever again. Sharing everything of herself with Wade and Wyatt would be the best life she could’ve every dreamed of.
“Yes, I will marry you, Masters.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chloe Lang began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week.
For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published.
Chloe’s family consists of a wonderful man she’s been married to for twelve years and a precious daughter.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
About the Author
