by Diane Leyne
Maggie was relieved to hear that she wouldn’t have to move because she didn’t think she could move if she tried. It was like her bones had melted. Or maybe it was her muscles. Or maybe both. Hell, she was ready to sleep for a week except for the fact that her clit was throbbing again and as her abused nipples rubbed against the coarse hair on Dalton’s chest, the nipples had hardened to diamond points. And now the plug was out and she felt so empty.
“Please!”
She knew she wasn’t allowed to talk, but she needed this so badly. “Please, I need you all inside me now!” It wasn’t until the last word came out as a sob that she realized she was crying. She’d been coming almost continuously since they’d strung her up to the poles, and she need to come again now with them all inside her. It was an almost primal need. These were her men, and she wanted them all at once. It was beyond desire. It was like she needed their cocks inside her like she needed air in her lungs.
And then she felt the pressure against her ass.
“Push back, kitten. Push back and it will pop right in.” She tried to obey, but Carter’s cock was a lot bigger than the plug had been. Chris’s big hand on her back pushed her gently, and then she felt it. The head of Carter’s cock was inside her.
She’d never been so full or so powerful. She just needed one more thing. She lifted her head and turned to Chris, her mouth opened wide. She didn’t have to wait long as he slid the head of his cock inside. She used her tongue to caress it, tonguing the slit before sucking gently.
And then Carter started to move in her ass, and she couldn’t think anymore. But that was okay because he gripped her hair and started moving inside her mouth. Closing her eyes, Maggie gave herself over to the sensations. Each time Carter moved, he moved her on Dalton’s cock, pushing her clit against Dalton’s pelvis. Chris moved inside her mouth in counterpoint, establishing his own rhythm.
When they’d taken her down from the poles, she didn’t think she would come again for a week, but now the tremors were starting again, moving through her one after the other. They weren’t explosive like before. They were almost gentle waves this time, but gentle waves that wouldn’t stop, and as the men moved, the waves got stronger until she was finally overwhelmed by a tsunami of feeling when she collapsed on top of Dalton, unable to move on her own, and the three cocks started moving harder inside her.
First to come was Chris. She could feel his cock jerk, and then he was holding himself deep inside her throat as he spilled his seed into her. Then he pulled out and lay beside her, watching as his brother started pounding hard into her ass. It wasn’t long before he, too, came, and his hot seed deposited into the condom he was wearing.
That left Dalton. Poor Dalton, she’d heard him muttering the multiplication tables into her ear from the time that Carter has pushed into her ass. She guessed it was his way to try to hold off his own orgasm. Now that he was the last man inside her, he rolled her onto her side and withdrew. Then he pushed her down onto her stomach, pushed her legs apart, and pushed back into her pussy. Gripping her bound wrists, he started pounding hard into her, his hips slapping painfully against her reddened ass, her sore nipples rubbing against the sheets with each hard thrust.
Finally, he, too, was spilling inside his condom before collapsing on top of her. Quickly, he rolled to the side. She closed her eyes, but she felt movement behind her and then a cock was pushing its way into her swollen pussy. She could see the arms bracing themselves beside her. It was Chris and he was fucking her hard and fast. She didn’t think, at first, that she could come again, but apparently she could. She could feel her arousal soar and then she Carter’s hand was pushing under her hips and going straight to her clit and she was bucking hard under Chris. Her climax swept through her and she clamped down hard on his cock, milking him as he groaned through his own climax.
When he crawled off her, Dalton unclipped her wrists and pulled her up onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her passionately before asking, “Just how sore is your ass?”
Chapter Eleven
One month later
Maggie was setting up for the photo shoot. She had only been back to Chicago once, and that was to pick up some more of her camera equipment.
Two weeks after they’d returned to the island after the scare with Duke Hayes, she’d redone the photos of Duncan and Andie. Rather than just look at them herself and choose which ones to send in, she’d picked out the dozen she thought were the best, loaded them into a slideshow on her computer, and connected the computer to the big screen television in the living room.
At the viewing party, in addition to the Hayes brothers and Andie and Duncan, were both Jillian and Joshua. She’d been terrified at the time, afraid that she had missed the mark again, but when she turned the lights on and looked at the tear-streaked faces of, well, everyone, she’d burst into tears herself and sobbed in Chris’s arms.
After that, things had moved quickly. She’d signed the book contract and had set up photo sessions. Most of the couples would come down to the island for the shoot, although she would have to make a trip up to Seattle to photograph the very pregnant Cin with her two Doms.
She’d also had to talk Louisa Hayes out of visiting the island to see just where her sons were going to settle with her new daughter. It had been tough, but she’d agreed that she’d return to Chicago once a quarter for at least two weeks in order to get her to agree not to fly down. In return, the brothers were deeper in her debt as they’d contemplated the thought of their mother at a BDSM resort. And it would probably have given their father a heart attack for real. She hadn’t told her men yet, though, that she’d agreed that Louisa could organize a big party and commitment ceremony back in Chicago subject to the condition that all the guests be in the lifestyle. Louisa had chafed at that one, but she’d had to admit it probably made sense.
But now she was setting up for a very personal shoot. She’d never done anything like this before. Jillian had asked for a photograph of Maggie to include in the book cover as she felt the photos were just as important as the text in getting the story across. She’d even insisted on giving Maggie cover credit.
Looking at the couch, she saw her three men, her three Doms, the loves of her life. They looked very uncomfortable and self-conscious, but they were there, sitting on the couch, completely naked in front of the camera because she’d asked them.
They were in the living room of the private villa they continued to rent until their own home could be built. Chris had designed it with input from his brothers and from Maggie. It would be a home built with love. Carter had designed a state-of-the-art kitchen and Dalton a state-of-the-art gym. Both she and Chris would have their own studios, one for his painting and one for her photography.
Hunter had obtained financing from Whelan Corp and bought Hayes Construction outright so Chris was able to move to Libertine Island with his family. Chris had agreed to a consulting contact with a non-compete clause as a part of the deal so that he was prevented from starting his own competing business. Maggie was worried at first, but she quickly realized that Chris was far happier without the worries of a business he hadn’t wanted in the first place. Even his father was okay with it, accepting that Chris had spent almost two decades building a company to please his father and it was now time for him to pursue his own dreams.
Maggie checked the viewfinder of the camera and the connection to the laptop. Powering up, she was pleased to see the image her men projected against the wall, ready for the photo to be taken.
Her men had protested vociferously when she’d first proposed the photo shoot but then she reminded them that she was due some revenge and it was either this or she was going to look up Mistress Deanna and take some lessons. They quickly caved.
She moved over to the couch and removed her robe, giving control of the camera over to Andie. Carefully she draped herself across the men’s laps. Then she braced her forearms against Chris’s thigh and raised up her torso and looked over her l
eft shoulder at the camera.
Chris then moved his hand so Maggie’s breasts were hidden from the lens of the camera. Then it was Carter who placed a warm hand on her lower back and Dalton, tilting her body slightly so that the seam of her ass didn’t display.
Using the remote control in her hand, Maggie snapped a few photos. Perfect.
She moved to get up, but found she was firmly held in place.
“But we have all the photos we need, guys.”
“You have all the photos you need. We don’t.” Chris removed the remote from her hand and turned her on his lap her head was over the arm of the sofa and slid his hands under her full breasts that were now exposed for the camera, playing roughly with her nipples. Carter reached between her thighs and pushed two large fingers inside her as he flicked clit with his thumb as Dalton moved around the sofa, wrapped his hands in her long lush hair, and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Without warning, Maggie felt her climax rock through her just as she heard the snap of the shutter. When her orgasm subsided, she looked up at the screen and saw the picture of the three of them, her in the throes of orgasm and her three men with looks of lust, satisfaction, and love on their faces as they pleased their woman.
“So, what do you think?” asked Chris. “I’m thinking it might look nice over our mantel.”
“Perhaps,” Maggie teased.
“What’s wrong with it? You’re beautiful when you come.”
Maggie found herself blushing as they all strove to reassure her, often using very strong explicit language.
“It’s not that. I mean, I guess I do look okay.”
“Do not put yourself down again, kitten, or we’ll have to punish you for that. You know we think you are perfect.”
“And I think you three are perfect. I just wished we all were coming in the photo, too. I love you guys, you know, and it would be nice to have a photo…um, oh, nevermind.” Maggie blushed harder.
“We love you too, but it’s not easy, kitten, to coordinate all four of us to come at the same time and get it caught on camera.”
“I agree, it might take a lot of practice, but I’m up for it if you are.”
“What do you think?” Chris gestured to himself and his brothers, and Maggie burst out laughing and the sight of her men’s erect cocks, bobbing eagerly. “I’d say we are all up for anything, as long as it includes the woman we all love.”
THE END
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Diane moved to the big city as a child and continues to reside in Toronto. In addition to writing, she loves travel and photography. She’s just returned from Los Cabos, Mexico and is currently plotting both her next book and her next trip.
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