by Piper Stone
“The truth only this time. That’s all we want.” James followed next, just as hard. They repeated the pattern and her heated bottom made her feel the most diverse sensations ever. While her eyes gathered with tears, her clit throbbed, and her head spun. She was going to lose herself over them, beg for more, for it to be harder – if she didn’t stop them immediately.
“Ouch, you’re seriously spanking me, you can’t do that. I’m a grown—”
“We asked for a confession, not another protest, sweetheart,” Alex said.
“You leave us no choice but to give you…” Their powerful hands snuck into the band of her panties. “A bare bottom spanking,” James said. And then they were yanking her panties away from her ass.
Alex was behind her again, crouching as he dragged the drenched fabric down her thighs. “Fuck. She’s soaked right through,” he murmured.
She lost all her grip on reality then and lowered her head into her hands. Her humiliation, her lack of control as far as they were concerned, would ruin her.
James stroked her scalding ass. “She’s fucking beautiful the way she did that.” He offered her a sharp but quick slap, enough to make her ass jiggle. His fingers trailed over the curve of her backside. Time seemed to stop as he dipped lower and found her wet lips, swollen and achy between her legs. He parted her folds, dipping inside and she moaned, even though she forbade herself from making any sound. “Just beautiful.” He then trailed that sodden finger over her ass and she trembled.
She didn’t know what Alex did with her wet panties; she was too embarrassed to ask. But when his hand clutched her butt cheek and squeezed before he smacked it, she forgot all about it.
Just like James did, Alex slid his finger inside her, slipped it out, then back into her again. On his way out of her, he lightly cruised the pad of his thumb over her clit.
Her trembling became uncontrollable then. She wanted to rub herself against them so badly that she thought she’d faint with need.
“We need at least some truth from you, Haylee. Tell us why your panties are so fucking wet,” James said.
“Just one little truth at a time and for every time you’re honest, it’ll be one less strike on your ass, beautiful.”
The deal was a no deal. Doomed if she did and doomed if she didn’t.
Their hands landed on her ass again, quadrupling her lust and desire for them. A part of her wanted to tell them she wanted them both. The other sane, realistic part said it would not happen because she wanted them for keeps, not for a threesome-one-night-before-Christmas stand.
“Tell us why your panties are so wet.” They rubbed her butt now, lulling her, seducing her.
“I can’t. I just can’t,” she cried. Her feelings for them complicated everything. She bit her lip when they showered her bottom with their hands again.
“You know what I think, sweetheart? I think you want us,” James said, then issued another spank so soundly to her behind, she reached out and gripped the sides of the desk, swallowing a really bad swear word.
“I think you want us to fuck you, beautiful.” Alex had his turn, smacking her butt as he offered his understanding. She couldn’t concentrate well enough to form two words together. How was this turning her on, this utter sharp pain that they provided without mercy?
Haylee’s whole body jerked as they struck her butt again. She was sure she would never know what it would feel like to ever be cold again. She was on fire. Every part of her was on fire, but it was nothing compared to the ache between her legs, how desperately she needed them to touch her, even accidentally, as long as they touched her. She was ass up in the air, dripping wet and needing them. She couldn’t deny that truth to herself. She wriggled and tried to escape their grasp, but they swatted her thighs and forced her back into their preferred position.
They worked consistently, in unison as they reddened her backside. She would never be able to sit for as long as she lived. Her butt would be littered with their handprints for days to come. The idea made her ecstatic.
“We want an answer, Haylee. Yes or no. Do you want us to fuck you or not?”
She groaned out loud. If she said yes, there’d be no going back for her. She shook her head, biting even harder into her lip to stop herself from begging them to fuck her. She wanted a Christmas miracle with them, not a blitz of fun for one night.
They stopped touching her and brought her to stand upright, before they turned her around to face them.
“So you don’t want to feel both of us…” They crowded her, two gorgeous specimens of male, big and stunning and dangerous. So dangerous. “Touching you?”
Shivers and thrills and all things obscene started to happen inside her all over again. The dampness between her thighs built up, her nipples ached for their mouths. Her knees almost gave way.
They were so close, their body heat whispered against her. She daren’t breath. They stood on either side of her. She tried to dissolve herself into the desk, but it proved an insurmountable barrier.
They leaned and seemed to inhale her scent from the sides of her neck. “You don’t want to feel our lips on your skin?” Alex whispered just below her ear.
“Our mouths sucking you here,” James said and they both trailed their fingers over her erect nipples.
Her senses exploded at the contact and her nipples hardened ever more.
“Our fingers stroking you here,” Alex continued, and the tips of their fingers traveled down her, down to her mons.
She whimpered weakly and clutched at the desk behind her for dear life. A little lower and they’d feel her wetness on the sex of her lips.
“You don’t want to feel…” James said, as they each picked up a hand of hers and brought it to their cocks. “Our cocks inside you… at the same time?”
She wanted to collapse right there. They heated her palms and her mind melted as their rock-solid cocks stirred under her hand.
“Pumping into you, filling you with our cum?” Alex whispered.
“Getting you pregnant?” James said softly.
“Admit it, Haylee,” Alex advised.
“We want you to say it. Say you want us to fuck you,” James demanded.
Santa Claus and all his reindeer help her.
But before she could even formulate a word, any word besides the incoherent sounds that escaped her mouth, they stepped away from her. Coldness engulfed her. She fisted her hands to stop herself from reaching out to them.
How could she say aloud the things she had written them? It was all so wrong to want two men. No, not just to want them, but to love them. She remembered all those words she had crammed into the card she’d written. She had blatantly written them a love letter with hearts and everything. How she couldn’t pick between the two of them, that she wanted them both. Inside her, doing dirty things to her. She scrunched her eyes shut, cringing that she had actually put into words her secret wants. Damn those three spiked eggnogs. She was never going to drink them in her life again. And then the way she had signed off the card, with the words: I want to have both your babies.
The truth was that she was deeply, seriously and stupidly in love with James and Alex. And it had all been confirmed and sealed for eternity the night of James’ father’s birthday, that bittersweet night that turned her world off its axis.
Then, like a sudden ice cold torrential downpour, the hard evidence of their words hit her in her gut. She had written those exact things they had said to her. That meant…
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
“Did you come looking to take this back?” James said and drew out from his suit trousers the card she had written and he had folded in half.
“And these?” Alex said as he drew her panties from his pocket. Her favorite pair to be precise, one she had bought specifically for her favorite holiday too. She loved the way the red lacy thong felt against her skin. He brought the garment to his nose and inhaled.
She quaked inside her pink socks. After everything she had tried to do to
stop them from finding her gift, how on earth had it landed up in their pockets? And now they knew. Oh gosh they knew everything.
“I can explain,” she began and faltered. What was she going to say? She meant to send that to another James and Alex? “The truth is, it was a drunken dare… that I put on myself. I… I wasn’t thinking at all. It was a joke, a Christmas prank. Do you know in Norway no one cleans during Christmas? They hide their brooms from evil spirits. And in Sweden if you eat Christmas pudding and you find the lucky almond, you will fall in love. I’m just going to go,” she muttered, after giving them the most useless information ever in history, and tried to leave. Crap, where were her panties, her other pair?
Of course they weren’t her allowing her to go anywhere.
She was wobbly and suddenly out of breath, her ass tingled as if fireworks were thrown at it intermittently. It brushed against Alex’s suit pants as he held her to him, her back to his powerful chest, his hands wrapped around her arms. She quivered so much that she could barely stand on her own. What was happening to her? It was as if their spanking had intoxicated her and all she was aware of was the glorious burn on her ass, the achiness between her legs, the sultry need riveting through her blood.
Maybe because the truth was out. She had nothing to hide behind.
They knew how she wanted them, together, at the same time. Touching her, making love to her, fucking her, spanking her, tying her up and making her theirs. They knew everything now.
And everything they’d said before, asking her if she wanted them both, it was a mere tactic to gain information out of her. Get her to confess to her crime. They didn’t actually mean any of it.
Chapter 4
“Sweet, lovely Haylee,” James said as he cupped her face and lowered his mouth to her.
Her suspended breath fell from her lips the instant he touched her; his kiss was soft and silky at first. She found herself drowning in him.
But behind her, Alex’s lips traveled down the side of her neck. He stroked one of her nipples and she arched her back.
James’ tongue slid deeper into her mouth. She clung to him as Alex took a mouthful of her flesh and sucked hard while he pinched her nipple. She whimpered into James’ mouth and then groaned as Alex slid his hand down her abs to the center of her body. He cupped her pussy and she needed air.
James released her and she was all confused. What was happening? Why were they doing this to her? Was she dreaming? She was dreaming and she never wanted to wake up.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just stop thinking and let it happen,” James said softly before he took possession of her mouth again.
Let it happen?
Alex’s fingers became more insistent and he pumped into her until she was leaning fully on him, and hanging onto James. The heat they provided her from being between their bodies smoldered and reached her bones.
“That’s right, beautiful, fuck my fingers. Fuck them as hard as you want,” Alex said and she did, she rode them fast. Her state of arousal since being here had reached it limit. She needed to get off this wild feeling of need.
“Want me to play with your clit while Alex fingers you, sweetheart?” James asked and all she could afford was a nod, before his thumb was on her, sweeping her clit with just the right amount of pressure, fast and then slow as Alex inserted one more finger into her.
They were both touching her. At the same time. She was dreaming.
She was going to explode. Soon, so soon.
Alex tilted her head to the side to catch her lips. He kissed her hungrily. James lowered his head to her breast and engulfed her nipple through her tank top. Her need intensified. And when his mouth had left a wet spot on her top, he lifted it to reveal her nipple and took it into his mouth again.
She quivered, felt delirious, was mindless when she reached in front and behind her to hold their cocks. Their groans elated her. She squeezed.
They increased their strokes, Alex sucked onto her lips as James bit just a little too hard into her nipple. She was going to come. Now. Right now. But was this really a dream? A trick?
“Come for us, Haylee. We want to feel you coming for us.” Those words sent her over the edge. Nothing could stop her and spasm after spasm wrecked her body. Even more powerful contractions took over when James slid his fingers inside her pussy alongside Alex’s.
They both could feel her coming as she hugged her walls around them.
“I can’t wait to feel her squeeze our cocks like that,” Alex said, his voice husky behind her. James murmured his hoarse approval too. They kissed her tenderly now, after they released her pussy. Licking her, planting their lips softly over her skin. James divested her of her tank top and, as if he had lifted the curtain on her, she found herself suddenly exposed to the reality. She wasn’t dreaming. They had touched her, made her come. Both of them.
But why?
And now what?
Alex scooped her up and he followed James to the fireplace where he took a thick luxurious throw from a sofa and placed on the already thick and ultra-plush carpet. She immediately folded her knees under her and sat on her haunches, the heat from the fire adding such lovely and soothing calm to her over aroused body. She didn’t know what to say, what to do. What this meant.
“I…” she began because she had to say something.
“Remember the night of my father’s birthday?” James interrupted her.
She frowned and her heart started to beat crazily. That was the night she’d realized she loved them both. She remembered that night as clearly as if it had happened minutes before. She had worn a slinky black dress, with stilettos sky high and no panties, simply because the dress didn’t allow it. Not because it was overly provocative, but it was pure satin and she didn’t want any bumps or lines that underwear might give.
She wanted to be especially pretty for them. It was so rare that she got to see them at the same time. It wasn’t like when she was young and Aunt Maggie was still their housekeeper so she could hang around the mansion without being suspicious.
And then it had happened. They both, although separately, told her that she looked beautiful. She loved the way their gazes had drifted over her body. It made her feel even hotter. When Aunt Maggie, whose old habits were diehard, asked to her to check on something in the kitchen for her, she didn’t even notice that Alex had followed her, until he tugged her into a pantry and kissed the breath from her lungs. She’d kissed him back, all her teenage whimsical fantasies and her deviant adult dreams came tumbling down on her.
She’d clung to him and when he scooped out her breast and sucked her nipple, she arched her back to give him better access. He had then turned her around and sucking her neck, his hand had glided up her thigh to find her freshly waxed and naked pussy. She’d never forget the tone in his voice as he swore at finding her hot and wet and naked for him. He made her come so hard that night, before he kissed her sweetly again and left, but not before telling her that he wasn’t finished with her yet.
She hadn’t had much time to ponder what had just happened and why she felt as if she were only half herself, as she had to report to Aunt Maggie. But on the way back to the ballroom, the very ballroom now filled with children having the Christmas party of their lives, she almost ran into James. He caught her and brought her close against his body.
“I want to kiss you,” he said and then taking her hand he slipped them into a billiard room and… kissed her, as hungrily as Alex had. He lowered her dress over the same breast as Alex had done. He sucked on the same nipple as Alex had moments ago.
“I want to feel you coming for me,” he said, the same thing that Alex had said to her. He lifted her onto the billiard table. He stood between her parted legs and his hands glided up her thighs. He groaned and swore, just like Alex did when he found her wet, naked, hot pussy. Then he made her come. She couldn’t stop the world from turning, any more than she could stop herself that night.
But sadly, she had realized she loved them both;
everything about them, the way they smiled and their scent, the way they touched her and said her name or called her sweetheart or beautiful.
She could never choose between the two of them, and so it had felt as if she had cheated on them because it had become clear the three of them would never be together. She had felt wretched and then the most horrible thing had happened on top of that. They were all three in the same space, alone, in the garden. But she couldn’t face them. She said she was sorry, that she wasn’t that kind of girl. She had fled, but at that same moment, Mrs. MacPherson had called out to James and Alex hysterically. Mr. MacPherson had had a heart attack. Since then, Haylee had avoided them until… now.
And now they were bringing it up again.
“What did you mean when you said you weren’t that kind of girl, Haylee?” James asked. “Just the truth, sweetheart,” he warned.
She looked down at her hands clasped in her naked lap. Just the truth.
“The girl who cheats. I’m not that kind of girl,” she said softly.
“Cheats?”
She lifted her gaze to see James turn to share a look with his friend.
“Oh fuck. You think you were cheating on us, is that why you ran away?”
“Oh, sweetheart. You don’t think that I knew what Alex had done to you in the pantry? Which nipple he sucked, how he finger fucked your sweet pussy from behind? You think I don’t know how long it took him to make you come? The love bite he gave you behind your ear?”
“You think James didn’t know your pussy was still wet with cum from when I made you orgasm? Why do you think he sucked the same nipple? And stood in front of you on the billiard table when he stroked your pussy, two fingers inside you and his thumb over your clit. You think I don’t know how you bit his lip when you came for him?”
“Haylee, the time when we came to you in the garden, your taste was still on our mouths, your glorious scent still on our fingers. Alex and I only share the most important things in life. You are the most important thing and we needed to first see where we stood with you before we told you our true intentions. You want you, all of you, between us.”
