by Madison Faye
The first cracks in the dam of this plan had appeared.
And her name was Mia.
Just the same, fuck. I shook my head as I glanced up at Ash and grinned. “That was pretty fucking good though.”
He snorted. “Good? Are you fucking kidding me?” He whistled and shook his head, slugging on his beer. “You know that was the best either of us have ever had.”
“She’s untrained, that’s for damn sure.”
Ash shook his head. “She’s not like the others. She’s…” he shook his head, drinking his beer.
“A fighter?”
“I was going to say hellcat,” he grinned. “But yeah, that works.”
“I couldn’t say no, man,” I said quietly, my face clouding.
Ash shook his head, frowning as well. “Me neither, man.”
“Oliver is gonna be pissed.”
Ash snorted. “When is he not pissed?”
“This is different.”
“I know.”
“Because you know damn well he’s feeling the same way about her we are.”
Ash nodded.
“Fuck, man,” I swore. “We were just supposed to keep her here, keep her safe. Not—”
“Not take her and make her come more and harder than I’m willing to bet she’s ever come before?”
I grinned. “Yeah, that.”
Ash whistled again as we leaned against the kitchen counter. “Shit that was good.”
I shook my head, sighing as I clinked my beer to his.
It was really good. That had been the most intense sex of our lives, and we barely knew this girl. Moreover, she was nothing like the women we usually went for.
Moreover, this was a real shit idea.
The problem was, we’d had a taste then.
And now we wanted more.
12
Mia
What have I done?
I sank into the tub, letting the bubbly suds I’d poured in along with the hot water claim me. The bubbles slowly enveloped me as I sank into them, covering the sweet, wonderful bruises — little reminders of the most incredible sexual experience of my life that I’d just had.
With two men.
My captors.
I’d never done that before. Well, of course I’d never fucked someone who’d kidnapped me before, but I’d also never been with two men. Hell, I’d never been with one man as commanding or as dominant as they’d been.
And I knew, though I’d never admitted it to anyone — even myself — that somewhere deep inside of me, that’d been the fantasy. I knew despite always looking for the smiling, kind, gentle man, what the dark part of me had always craved was that.
Submission.
Giving up control.
Something hard, and raw, and demanding, not sweet and not tender.
Ash and Erik had fucked me — they’d taken me as they pleased and dragged the orgasm out of me as I’d screamed for more.
I’d never even conceived of sex like that, never even close. My body still tingled there in the tub as I replayed it, thinking of the way Ash grabbed my ass as he sheathed every thick inch of his big dick inside of me. How Erik had cupped my jaw in his hand and fed me his cock.
…How they’d called me a good girl.
No, they’d called me their good girl.
I moaned. There, sitting in the tub with the replay of what had just happened slinking through my mind, I moaned out loud. My hand slipped down into the water, delving between my legs. I could feel how slippery my pussy was, how hot I still was at the mere thought of it all.
Fingers slipped between my lips, curling inside and sending a shiver through my body.
God yes.
I’d never been dominated like that. I’d never had my world rocked like that. I’d never felt the total loss of control as two big, muscled men claimed me from both ends like that.
I moaned, fingers brushing over my clit as my other hand cupped my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples. I remembered how they’d pumped me between them, the feeling of their thick, fat cocks pounding me mercilessly until I was drowning in my climax.
My pulse thudded, my breath caught in my throat, and a low moan oozed from my lips as my fingers blurred over my aching clit beneath the suds of the tub. I rubbed fast, feeling my toes curl and my eyes squeeze shut as I imagined the two of them making me theirs all over again.
Except, in the fantasy, it wasn’t enough. In the fantasy, I wanted — no, I needed — more.
I whimpered out loud, my moans bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as I imagined Oliver stepping in as well. I imagined him peeling his clothes off, revealing that hard-packed body and his equally big cock, before joining his friends in taking my submission.
In the fantasy, they had all of me — every part of me. In the fantasy, no part of me was off limits to their control, until I was screaming for more, feeling all three of them.
I came, sloshing water over the edge of the tub and screaming out my climax as my fingers blurred over my clit. With a final tremor and a small gasp, I felt my muscles let go as I sank into the hot water.
Holy crap.
I finished bathing quickly, stepping from the water and toweling off with the thick, soft towel to the side. I pulled the terrycloth robe hanging on a hook over my shoulders, slipping it on as I padded to the mirror and caught my own eyes there.
What had I done, indeed?
What the fuck had just happened? What was this, Stockholm Syndrome?
I pulled the robe tighter, shivering at the thought before I looked back up and caught my own eyes again.
I blushed.
If that’s Stockholm Syndrome, sign me the hell up.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes at myself as the blush creeped hotter over my face.
I still didn’t know what the hell was happening to me.
But I liked it.
13
Oliver
My blood pounded in my veins as I stormed down the hallway, a dark cloud following me. My fists clenched at my sides and my jaw ground as the heat thudded behind my face.
I wasn’t mad that Erik and Ash had tasted her.
Fuck, I wasn’t mad at all.
I was just done. I was done denying myself. I was done telling myself we couldn’t do this.
Because apparently, we could.
They had.
They thought I’d be mad when they’d cornered me in my study and told me, and yes, part of me was pissed I’d missed out.
There was even a twinge of jealousy there, again, just at having missed this first time with this girl that had all three of us so twisted up like this. I’d stormed out of the study, immediately making a beeline to her room.
Not because I was mad — because I needed to have her.
My cock throbbed rock hard in my pants as I stalked towards her room. I swallowed heavily. Fuck I could already taste her. My fingers brushed together, and I swear I could already feel her supple skin as I claimed her.
Because like I said, I was done saying no to myself.
And now? Now I was going to take Mia Thorne, and I was going to make her mine.
Erik and Ash had told me some of the details, which had only made my cock painfully hard. I knew they’d taken her together, knew they’d fucked her like we all knew she needed.
They’d been hard, and dominating, and all of that. But they hadn’t Dommed her. They hadn’t made her submit.
I grinned wickedly to myself.
Yes, that would be mine to take. I’d be first in doing that to her. That sweetness I’d make my own, making her submit to me. Because I didn’t just want to go in there and fuck Mia until she screamed my name.
I wanted her to beg me for it.
I wanted her on her knees, mouth open, asking nicely for my cock.
I wanted her bent over, her hands spreading herself open for me and that sweet, tight little pussy of hers dripping wet and ready for me to own.
And there were other parts of her I w
anted to claim as well. I wanted all of her, and I wanted it now.
I didn’t knock this time, I just unlocked the door and shoved it open. Mia looked up quickly from the small couch against one wall of the room, near the bookshelves. She was sitting with a book in her hand, in her robe, with her legs curled beneath her. Her eyes went wide as she saw the look on my face — the darkness billowing in after me like a cloud.
The way my eyes locked onto her, and the hunger there.
Yeah, she saw it.
And she shivered.
And that was my last undoing.
The door slammed behind me as I stormed towards her. She gasped, moving to stand, but I caught her first. My hand went to her jaw, cupping it and keeping her firmly on the sofa as I loomed over her.
Our eyes locked, and she swallowed.
“I’ve played by my own rules so far,” I growled out, eyes dipping to the way her robe slipped off one shoulder.
“I’ve restrained myself. I’ve—”
“Oh, were you restraining yourself when you spanked—”
“Do not interrupt me.”
She gasped as my hand slipped into her hair, pulling back on it enough to expose her neck to me. She whimpered.
“I’ve played by the rules,” I shook my head. “But I’m done. I am done sitting idle with you just sitting here in this room, tempting me.”
She gasped softly.
“And the thing is,” I leaned in close. “I know you are too.”
She gasped again. “What?”
“You’re done with me playing by the rules, and I know you’re done with me restraining myself. So tell me, pet,” I purred into her ear, loving the way she whimpered.
“Tell me you want me to break the rules.”
She started to open her mouth, but I stopped her with a finger to her lips. I held it there.
“Before you respond, know that I am not my associates. I will take claiming you seriously. And be sure you know that when I take you, I will make you mine, and you will submit to me. And pet?” I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “I can promise you, you will enjoy this.” I pulled back from her. “Now you may answer.”
She blinked, her big blue eyes looking up at me with awe and shock, and something else.
Something heated.
Slowly, she opened her lips…
…And wrapped them around my finger.
And slowly, she sucked.
And the beast inside of me broke free.
Mia gasped as I yanked on her hair again. Her eyes went wide before I suddenly leaned in, crushing my mouth to hers and claiming her mouth. She moaned as my tongue sought hers, my fingers twining in her hair and tugging.
Slowly, I pulled back, my hand still in her long, gorgeous blonde hair.
“Undo your robe.”
Mia blinked quickly up at me.
Slowly, she nodded.
The robe slipped from her shoulders, and I fucking growled as her perfect, succulent body was revealed to me. She was bare underneath, and my eyes hungrily devoured the soft slope of her breasts, her dusky nipples, the sweet curve of her hips.
My cock strained against the front of my pants.
“On your knees, pet,” I husked, watching the way she shivered at my words.
Mia nodded again, her face pink and her breasts rising and falling with her breath as she slowly slipped to the floor in front of me.
“Undo my pants,” I growled.
She whimpered audibly. “Okay.”
“What was that?”
She glanced up quickly at my sharp words, biting her lip. “I mean, yes,” her hands reached for me before she paused and looked back up.
“Sir.”
“Good girl,” I groaned, feeling her shaking fingers pull at my belt. She undid it deftly, popped the button at the top, and then slowly reached for my zipper with trembling hands. I growled as I felt those fingertips brush my cock through my pants, the way her eyes were locked with hunger on my bulge.
I was going to enjoy this.
Mia pulled down on my zipper, reached up, and hooked her fingers into the waist of my briefs. She glanced up at me, and I nodded.
Slowly, she pulled them down.
When my cock bobbed free, she actually gasped out loud, and I swear, her hand flew to her mouth in shock.
I grinned to myself, watching her lick her sweet pouty lips, her eyes locking onto my thickness. She glanced up at me, panting, and I tightened my hand in her hair.
“Open your mouth.”
“Like this?” she said softly.
Her sweet, wet mouth opened in front of me, and I nodded heavily.
“Don’t you stop until every inch is buried in that sweet little mouth of yours.”
Her eyes went wide at my words, and I watched as her whole damn body shivered with lust.
I knew this was wrong. I knew keeping her here was supposed to be for her own safety, not for me or Erik or Ash making her our plaything. But those eyes just shined up at me, and those wet lips parted so sweetly, and she looked so fucking perfect on her knees in front of me.
I couldn’t resist, and there was no way I was stopping myself.
I pulled her gently by the hair, and I groaned as those pillow-soft lips slipped over my crown. I gritted my teeth, and sucked in a breath of air, fighting the impossible perfection as her willing mouth slowly inhaled me, inch by inch. Slowly, she just kept sucking me in, swallowing my fucking cock whole.
I’d told her not to stop until she had it all, but I hadn’t actually meant it literally. After all, I knew I was big — very big, actually, and there’d been few women who could actually fit a cock of this size into their throat.
And those had been trained subs.
But there I was, gasping in awe as sweet, untrained, unbroken-in Mia Thorne kept her bright baby blue eyes locked on mine as she swallowed every thick, throbbing inch of my cock.
Her throat milked me, making my damn toes curl, before she slowly backed off. She gasped for air, a string of spit connecting her pouty lips to my cock as she panted with lust.
“I don’t believe I asked you to stop.”
Her eyes darted back to mine, and she smiled. And before I could even pull her back or coax her to take my whole cock again, she immediately bobbed back down on it, taking me to the damn root in one heavenly swallow.
I growled, hissing as she started to bob up and down on my shaft. Her soft little tongue darted over my head, her lips sucking tightly as she sucked my cock like I’d never had it sucked before.
I stood there, relishing the moment before I finally pulled her away, panting. As much as I wanted to empty every drop of my cum down that sweet throat, I wanted more of her first.
I needed more.
“Follow me.”
I turned, smiling darkly to myself as I started to walk, waiting for the moment I could turn back and tell her what I really meant.
She stood, and when I heard her footsteps, I turned.
“No,” I growled, my eyes blazing into hers. “On your knees, like a good girl.”
I saw the fight in her eyes, and I could see the fire sparking there as that need of hers to hit back came burning up inside. But then, I saw that fire grow hotter, fiercer, no longer fighting me.
Accepting the submission.
Accepting my control, hungrily.
Our eyes locked, and I saw her cheeks flush.
Oh, she was enjoying this alright.
Mia’s chest rose and fell with her breath as she dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled after me.
My cock throbbed.
“Get on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
She did as she was told, crawling up onto the bed. She remained on her hands and knees.
Slowly, I undid one button at a time on my clothes, pulling them off as I watched her hungry eyes drink me in. Her gaze dropped to my thick cock, pulsing hard and ready right in front of her, and she moaned.
I growled, moving towards
her waiting mouth.
“Open those sweet lips, angel,” I whispered.
And when she did, I groaned.
14
Mia
I moaned as Oliver’s hand moved back to my hair. It wasn’t hard, it was just this feeling of control — a reminder that he held the power here. And as much as I’d never have imagined myself liking that, something had changed in me
Maybe it was being taken
Maybe it was the auction, and feeling so powerless
Or maybe it was just that something about him made me want to submit. Something about him drove something dark and needy deep inside of me, and lit a fire that made me want to let go. It made me want to let him claim every part of me.
In his eyes was the promise of dominating me.
And I was eager to submit.
He pulled me forward, and I moaned as I opened my mouth for his enormous cock again. The head touched my lips, and I whimpered as I darted my tongue out to swirl it over him, taking him and making him hiss and groan. And I liked making him groan like that — I loved the way he looked at me with that fire in his eyes.
Slowly, I opened my jaw, and swallowed him inside.
“Good girl,” he groaned, sending a pulse of heat through my boy. Fuck did it do something to me when he said that.
I moaned and began to tease him with my tongue. I swirled it around his head, poking at the hole at the tip as I brought my other hand up to join the first and start stroking his fat cock. I wetly slurped on his cock, letting my spit dribble down his shaft as I stroked him slowly with both my hands. I was loving the velvety feel of his hot skin, the thick veins pulsing heavily under my little fingers, and the raw power behind it that sent a jolt through my core.
Very quickly I began to almost forget about the fact that I was his prisoner, as I became consumed by my need for him. I moaned like a little slut as I worshiped his cock, slurping on the head and swirling my tongue around it as I stroked it wetly. I cooed as I dropped my mouth down his shaft, letting my lips and tongue wetly suck and lap at the veiny shaft.
Oliver growled as he finally pulled me away again, his face tight and his eyes burning fiercely into me.
