by Ashe Barker
“Yes, Sir.”
He quirks his lip and moves to sit beside me. The slick plug is still in his hand, and he uses that to press against my clit, then slowly rubs back and forth. The sensation is amazing. My pussy starts to convulse.
“No tightening up.” Fraze taps my bottom. “Keep this nice and slack for me.”
“Sorry, Sir.” I try to relax, while moaning at the intense waves of pleasure that Declan is creating. My arousal blossoms, then starts to spike. “Sir, you need to stop…”
Declan pauses, and I manage to regain some semblance of control. My arse feels tight and very wet. I can hear the sounds as Fraze pumps two fingers in and out, then he drives his digits deep and scissors them inside me to stroke my inner walls.
I gasp. It feels lewd, dirty and forbidden, but utterly wonderful, too.
“She’s ready. Pass me the plug.”
Fraze’s fingers leave my body, and I feel suddenly bereft. Empty. The nudge of the plug at my entrance is comforting.
“Push back and let the plug go in.”
I manage to comply with Fraze’s softly spoken advice, but still it burns when the ring of muscle stretches to take the widest part of the plug. It’s thicker than Fraze’s two fingers were. I let out a nervous little whimper, but suddenly the pain is gone and the plug slips into place.
I feel incredibly full, stretched, crammed to bursting. But I’m okay. More than okay. I want more.
Fraze slowly draws the plug out. He stops when the widest part is again stretching me wide open, then he twists the plug and dribbles more lube around it before shoving it deep again.
I moan. The sensation is beautifully erotic, achingly intimate. I yearn for Declan’s fingers.
“Please, Sir…my clit?”
Declan chuckles. “Such a demanding, horny little sub. Are you wanting to come, Ellie?”
Yes! Fraze drags the plug back and forth. I manage a nod and punctuate each stroke with a sharp grunt. My entrance is stretched to the point of pain, but it’s a wonderful hurting. My powers of communication are somewhat lacking, but Declan understands what I need, and he reaches for me. He rolls my throbbing nub between his fingers, and at the same time Fraze pumps the plug in and out, gathering speed now as my arse opens to accept the intrusion.
My arousal swells and threatens to overwhelm me. I recall something about asking permission.
“Please, I want to come. I need to come…”
“Okay.” Fraze inserts the plug hard and twists it inside me. “Go ahead.”
My orgasm erupts. I thrust back against Fraze, seeking more friction, more of everything. He uses his fingers to circle my stretched arse each time he pulls the plug out, sending more waves of pleasure pulsing through my body. The sensation ripples through me, a hot flood of thrilling, stunning intensity. I’m drowning in it, floating on it, weightless and sinking at the same time.
The feelings ebb. I sink forward and start to roll to my side. Declan catches me and pulls me into his arms so I am lying face-down on his chest. The plug is still lodged within me.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Declan nuzzles my hair.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“You were made for anal sex, Ellie. You did well, and your response was fucking awesome.” Fraze taps the protruding finger grip on the plug, and another ripple of sensation flutters the length of my rear channel.
“Oh! Oh, wow.”
“Did you like it?” Fraze asks me.
“I must have, I suppose. I came after all.”
“That’s not the same thing. We can do all sorts of things to you that’ll make you come. Some of them you won’t like but you won’t be able to control your response. Anal sex could be like that for you, a sure-fire trigger for an orgasm, but you still might not like it.”
I think about that for a few moments and I sort of understand what he means. “I did like it, Sir. Once I got over being embarrassed, and especially when Declan stroked my clit, too.”
“I reckon we can get her to do just about anything if we stroke her clit at the same time.”
I groan. Declan’s probably spot on about that.
“You’re tolerating that medium-sized plug well enough, so I want to try you with a bigger one.” Fraze gets up and heads over to a chest of drawers. He’s deposited the towel somewhere so is now gloriously naked, his erect cock reaching almost to his navel. He finds what he wants in the top drawer and returns to the bed, then shows me the monster butt plug he has in his hand. “As you can see, this one’s the same width as a cock, so once you’ve accepted this, the rest will be plain sailing. Yes?”
I gulp. “I… I suppose so, Sir.”
He grins at me. “Back in position, then. I’ll remove the one you have in your arse, and Dec can insert this one.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready. What if—?”
Declan tips up my chin with his fingers. “You have your safe word. If it’s too much you just say ‘red’ and I’ll stop. And I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I blink up at him, then nod. My safe word, right. I scramble back onto my knees. “So, do I just bend over, like before?”
“That’s right.” Declan is already squirting lube onto the large plug. “I think she might need more of this inside, too.”
“Sure.” Fraze jerks his finger to indicate I need to get in position now.
I obey, conscious that the bright red silicone finger grip is sticking out of my arse.
Fraze takes hold of it and pulls it out, slowly, deliberately. I hold my breath until the toy exits my body, then watch him squirt lube onto the snub nose. Next, he applies more to my rear entrance. He aligns the freshly lubed plug and slides it back into me. It enters with ease this time, and I am encouraged by that. He swirls it around, jabs it back and forth a couple of times, then pulls it out again.
Declan switches places with Fraze. He places the head of the larger plug at my entrance. “Same as before, push back and try to relax.”
Fraze strolls across the room toward the en suite, the discarded plug in his hand. “I’ll just get rid of this, then I’ll help you if you need it.”
I’m dimly aware of the sound of running water as Fraze washes his hands. The new plug already feels a lot bigger, and I’m not sure I can manage it after all.
Declan knows better. He presses gently but firmly, and my entrance parts to allow the new plug to penetrate the ring of furled muscle. The copious amount of lube helps. The toy is slippery, and once the first inch is inside the rest follows. My arsehole is stretched impossibly wide, the burning sensation back with a vengeance. I grasp handfuls of the duvet, panting, then I almost sob with gratitude when Fraze’s deft fingers caress my clit. He strokes, drawing his fingertip over the top of the sensitive nubbin then squeezing gently. It feels exquisite, and I almost don’t notice when Declan resumes the pressure and the huge plug finally settles inside me.
“Good girl,” Declan murmurs. “Now, I’ll just work it in and out a bit, help you to get used to it.”
Oh, God. I clench, unable to help myself.
“Relax, sweetheart. I promised to be gentle.”
And he is. Declan slowly draws the plug out, then slides it forward again, his movements smooth and achingly gentle. After three or four thrusts, I’m starting to believe this is going to be okay after all. That opinion is reinforced by Fraze’s feather-light caresses. He strokes my clit and the folds of my pussy lips, and my arousal is spiking again.
“I think I want to come. May I…?”
“Not this time.” Declan’s tone is hard, curt even. He expects to be obeyed.
“But I need to come. I can’t—”
“You need to hold it, until we’re both inside you. Then you can come as much as you want.”
I’m confused. What does Declan mean? Both inside me?
Declan pulls the plug out so the widest part is again stretching me. “Does that hurt?”
“Yes,” I manage. “Yes, it hurts, Sir.”
> “How much? On a scale of one to ten?”
“F-five, Sir. Perhaps six.”
He twists the plug and dribbles more lube onto it. “Is it getting better? Or worse?”
“B-better, Sir. Maybe four.”
“I think she’s ready.” He slides the toy right inside me, then draws it out again to the fattest point. He repeats the action several times, then asks me again. “Better, or worse?”
“Better, Sir. It’s fine.” I think…
He pushes the plug fully inside until it’s seated snugly, the bulbous shape stretching my inner walls.
Fraze stops stroking me and leans back on his elbows. “Straighten up, Ellie.”
“I’m not sure I can move, Sir.”
“Yes, you can. Just take it slow.”
Gingerly, I use my arms to push myself upright. The plug shifts inside me, but it’s not painful. I manage a tremulous smile, inordinately pleased with myself.
Declan grabs one of the condoms from the small pile he dumped on the bed. He unzips his jeans and kicks them off, then sheaths himself. Never one to miss an opportunity, I take a good look this time. His cock is every bit as jaw-droppingly awesome as Fraze’s, standing proudly upright as he lies back on the bed.
“Straddle him,” commands Fraze, “then lower yourself onto his cock.”
I gape at him. “I don’t think I can. It’ll be too much…”
“You don’t know that until you try.” Fraze holds out his hand. “I’ll help steady you.”
I do as I’m told but slowly. Neither of them is in any hurry, it seems. They wait until I manage to lift my leg over Declan’s hips. In this position his cock is right at my entrance. I watch him fist the shaft and angle his cock to ease my penetration.
“When you’re ready, girl,” he murmurs, and winks at me.
I rest my hands on Declan’s shoulders and start to lower myself. The crown of his cock slips easily into my drooling, welcoming pussy, but the plug in my arse shifts with the pressure. It feels incredible, so tight, so impossibly full.
Fraze is behind me, his hands on my hips. He doesn’t push or hurry me, but he helps to support my weight as I drop lower, then lower still. Declan’s cock is almost fully inside me when, gasping, I stop.
“I’m not sure…”
“Breathe, Ellie. In, then out.” Declan smooths my hair back from my face. “In, then out. That’s right. Again.”
Under his gentle encouragement, I get over my crisis of confidence. The final inch is relatively easy, and I find myself perched on his hips, impaled on his cock, his dark pubic hair tickling the tender skin of my bottom.
“Good girl.” Declan closes his eyes, his lips twisting into a sensual grimace. “Fuck, that’s so tight. It feels incredible.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, it does.”
I squeeze my pussy around him, and he gyrates his hips to grind his cock deeper.
“Lean forward, Ellie,” he growls, “and kiss me.”
I cradle his jaw in both my hands and do as he instructs. He tangles his fingers through my hair, spearing his tongue into my mouth. I join in the sensual dance with my own tongue, twisting it around his. Eventually Declan breaks the kiss.
“Fraze is going to take the plug out now, and then you’ll take his cock in your arse.”
I know my eyes widen, I’m still not clear how this will all work, or even if it’s possible at all, though they both seem perfectly confident. Still, the choreography of it eludes me.
Fraze is already rolling a condom over his dick. That done, he takes hold of the finger grip on the plug and pulls gently.
My body is curiously reluctant to give up the toy, but the struggle is an unequal one, and the plug exits rather more easily than it went in. Moments later, the head of Fraze’s cock is nudging my now wide-open entrance. He drives forward, and the crown slides past the sphincter.
I groan. His cock is no wider than the plug, but it’s a whole lot longer. The stretching doesn’t stop. It continues, inexorable, becoming sharper. The burning is more intense as he pushes farther forward, filling my arse inch by painful inch.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Declan cups my chin, his face close, his beautiful dark eyes caring. “Don’t look away. Eyes on me, and you know you can do it.”
“Please, can you help me…?”
He smiles. “Of course, you only have to ask.” He slides his hand between our bodies to find my clit, then takes it between his fingers and tugs gently. “How’s that?”
“Wonderful, Sir.”
He breaks eye contact with me to glance at Fraze. “She’s okay now. You can carry on.”
So Fraze does. He drives the rest of his cock balls deep into my slick and well-prepared arse, then both men hold still, allowing me to adjust to the incredible pressure and feeling of fullness. I let out a ragged breath, scared to move, convinced I’ll split in two.
“You’re beautiful, you know that, Ellie. We always thought so. Strong, brave, brilliant.” Declan’s softly whispered words sink into my soul, replenish my courage as he continues to caress my clit. “We should never have let you slip away from us.”
“I missed you so much, Sir… Sirs.”
Fraze kisses the nape of my neck, then slowly slides his cock back, almost all the way out. He drives it deep again, slowly, smoothly, and I sigh, though in contentment now. This feels wrong yet so totally right. Incredibly, my arousal is blossoming again.
Fraze withdraws then thrusts again, but this time when he drives his cock back into me, Declan withdraws his. They set up a rhythm, alternating their thrusts, one plunging deep as the other pulls out. My senses are reeling under the onslaught, my body filled to capacity. My inner walls are stretched tight around two cocks, the friction in both my channels beyond exquisite.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“Are we hurting you?”
I shake my head in response to Declan’s concerned question. “It feels wonderful, Sir. I can’t believe…I never imagined…”
He brushes his lips over mine, then lays back against the pillow. I lay my cheek on his chest, drinking in the riot of sensual bliss as they fuck me in unison.
“I think…may I come, Sir?”
I’m not sure who I’m asking, but it’s Fraze who answers.
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Declan increases the pressure on my clit, and they speed up their combined fucking. White light again explodes behind my eyes. Juices drip from my pussy. I’m floating, carried along on a surge of pure lust, my pussy and arse convulsing. Ripples of delight course through me. Moments after my orgasm, Declan lets out a low growl, and his cock lurches inside my cunt. Fraze isn’t far behind. He mutters something which sounds like ‘holy fuck’, then rams his cock deep and holds still. His semen jets forth to fill the condom with wet heat.
Chapter Nine
“These seats will do.” Declan shoulders my case and pushes it up onto the overhead rack, then gestures me into the window seat.
We’re on the five o’clock train from Edinburgh to Kings Cross, again enjoying the luxury of the first-class carriage. The train is already filling up with business people heading back to London in readiness for the working week. We’re lucky to find an empty table.
We had a very late lunch at an Italian trattoria close to the apartment so we decided not to buy any food for the journey. In any case, there’s always the buffet car. Fraze texted Wilson from the restaurant, and the chauffeur picked us up outside. He dropped the three of us, Declan’s holdall, and my monster of a case off at the station entrance a couple of minutes later.
We make ourselves at home, our travel cups of Starbucks lattes on the table in front of us. This time Declan sits opposite me, and Fraze is at my side. For the first few miles we’re all three of us content to sip our coffees and watch the scenery rush past us. It’s not until we’re leaving Berwick-upon-Tweed that Fraze leans forward, one elbow on the table.
“So, Ellie. It was a stroke of luck meeting you on
the way up here. Have you had a good weekend?”
“Christ, yes! The best.”
“So, you’d do it again?”
“Come back to Edinburgh, you mean?”
“Not necessarily. We want to carry on seeing you, in London, if that suits you. Or you could come to Hatfield. Or Peterborough.”
“I’d love to,” I blurt. “I mean, I sort of assumed that we would.”
Declan grins from across the table. “We assumed that, too, but it’s always good to check. In a relationship like ours, it’s important to be clear, to say what you want, what you expect.”
“A relationship like ours? You mean, because there are two of you and one of me?”
“There is that, obviously. But it’s more the Dom-sub thing that I was thinking of. That’s where the trust and honesty comes in.”
I glance about nervously, but even though the train is fairly crowded, there are no other passengers within earshot.
“I know, but do we have to discuss it here? I mean, someone might hear, and—”
“And what? We’re consenting adults.” Declan reaches for my hand. “But don’t worry, Ellie. We’re just as keen on discretion as you are, perhaps more as we’re both in the public eye. We’re not ashamed of what we do, how we like to have fun, but it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and no one’s business but ours. And now yours. Obviously.”
“Yes, so could we have this conversation somewhere more private?”
“Absolutely. I just needed to establish that we would be having the conversation.” Declan leans back. “So, lovely Ellie. You know a lot about both of us. How about you fill us in on some of the details of your life and what’s been happening since school? You come from somewhere in Yorkshire originally. Is that right?”
“Yes, Leeds. My father still lives there. My mum died of cancer two years ago.”
“That’s tough.” Fraze squeezes my hand. “My mother died when I was quite young, too. Were you close?”
I nod. “I still miss her every day, although I don’t know what she would have made of all this.”
Fraze adopts an expression of mock indignation. “What’s to object to? I’m a peer of the realm, and although you wouldn’t know it to look at him, Dec’s a sporting icon. National treasures, both of us.”
