by Jenny Penn
Instead, Kristen’s eyes remained glued on the toy as if she’d never seen one before, which she might not have. She should still be able to figure out how to use it. That was just why Brandon spanked her cunt again.
“No hesitation, remember?” he reprimanded her as she gasped and flushed, lifting into his palm and telling him without words how much she enjoyed being paddled. He rewarded her with another quick slap as he barked at her.
“Get one of those hands on those tits and the other in that cunt. You heard Dylan. It’s time to start fucking.”
Brandon knew just how his crude words affected Kristen. He could see the proof in the way her nipples puckered and her breath shortened. This time she didn’t hesitated to drop her hand back to her pussy. Without any delay, she fitted the flared head of the plastic cock to her tight opening and shoved it in, making her moan and twist upward as her other hand came to toy with her breasts.
Kristen still managed to defy them, though, when instead of fucking herself with the toy as commanded, she left it buried deep inside of her and lifted her fingers to capture her clit. She began to torment the swollen little bud, driving her flush to a fever pitch as she began to twist about with her pleasure.
She was such a squirmy little thing, but he and Dylan had the solution for that. With a nod from Brandon, Dylan moved off to gather the velvet ties he’d purchased that afternoon. He passed one over to Brandon, and they both waited until Kristen had herself so strung out on pleasure that her legs instinctively snapped shut.
That happened a lot. There really was nothing like feeling her thighs clamp tight around his hips as she lifted and came all over the length of his dick. Right then, though, he wasn’t distracted by the feel of her release and managed to keep a level enough head to match Dylan’s motions and latch onto her ankle.
With a yank, they pulled her down the bed, forcing her legs wide until each one could be bound to an opposing corner post. That had her squealing and releasing her own molten flesh as her eyes blinked up to gaze up at them with lusty confusion. Brandon smiled down at her as Dylan retreated back to his newly purchased bag of goodies.
“You were told to fuck yourself, beautiful, not play with yourself.”
“But…but…but…” Kristen couldn’t seem to get the words out as she gasped over the sight of Dylan returning, two floggers in hand. “You’re not going to whip me, are you?”
Brandon and Dylan just shared a smile, not responding to that with words as Dylan passed Brandon a flogger. They lifted their hands into the air as Kristen let out a preliminary shriek.
“Can’t we talk⎯”
No, they couldn’t. They’d rather show her. That was just what they did. Dylan aiming for her breasts as Brandon allowed the velvety tassels of his flogger to dance over Kristen’s cunt, leaving red streaks in their wake and making her cry out and arch into their lashing. In seconds, she was begging for more, not less, as her hands clawed at the sheets.
She was twisting and moaning, turning into a siren before Brandon’s very eyes and making both his heart and dick swell. He really did love her, but he’d feared that she wouldn’t be able to handle Dylan and him like this. Brandon was never more grateful for being wrong.
Proving she was, indeed, prefect for them, Kristen blossomed beneath their punishments, taking to them like a bird did to flight. She was a sensual, wanton vixen who arched into every lash of their whips as her skin flushed and her muscles tensed. Brandon sensed that she was on the verge of coming and dropped his flogger to reach down and take hold of the end of the dildo still stretching her cunt wide. He began to pound it in and out of her, riding her right over the edge until she was lost, too lost in the ecstasy to notice when he pulled the toy free and slid it down to the clenched opening of her ass.
He screwed the already lubed dick slowly into her as Kristen stilled, her eyes flying open and mouth falling limp beneath her gasp. Their gazes connected and locked, Brandon couldn’t help but smile down at her as he changed speed and pumped the dildo deep into her.
Kristen cried out, her whole body lifting up in a graceful bow as her ass clenched down around the toy, holding it still. Brandon gave her the moment but not much else as he retrieved his flogger and nodded toward Dylan. Once again they laid into her, and this time, she came all that much faster and all that much harder.
Brandon couldn’t resist. He wanted her. Even though he knew Dylan had more plans for the night, he took control of the moment, climbing between Kristen’s splayed thighs before Dylan could stop him. Then he was pushing into the tightest heaven he’d ever tried to fuck. Brandon could feel the hard plastic of the dildo packed in her ass as he slid slowly into her sheath and knew that he was pushing Kristen harder than they ever had before, but he couldn’t stop.
* * * *
Kristen didn’t want him to stop. She’d known this day was coming, known what they’d intended, but she’d never guessed it would feel like this. Her body was inflamed with a volatile mixture of pleasure and pain, of pressure, and the sweet sensation of fullness that made everything she was feeling only more intense.
What she was feeling was amazing.
Her nails dug deeper into the mattress as Brandon fed her another hard inch. He was sweating and grunting above her, his arms beginning to tremble, and Kristen knew how much it was costing him to hold back. She appreciated his effort but ached to feel him unleashed, only Kristen couldn’t get the words out.
She couldn’t make a single sound, especially not as Dylan came to kneel beside her, his hand twining in her hair and guiding her head toward the thick cock weeping for her attention. Kristen didn’t even hesitate. Not only had she grown good at sucking dick, but she’d also grown to enjoy it.
In those few minutes when she had them completely at the mercy of her kiss, Kristen felt all-powerful and so damn sexy that her confidence simply bloomed. That night, though, she was at their mercy, and she’d never felt more desirable. Dylan fucked her mouth with a savagery that was the perfect counterpoint for Brandon’s slow thrusts.
He teased himself and her, grinding this thick dick along the sensitive walls of her sheath, only to angle himself with every inward thrust to tease the sweet spot hidden deep within her body. With every magic press against that special spot, Kristen’s world lit back up with another bolt of pure sunshine that had her whole body clenching and tightening around both cocks buried inside her, along with the one pumping into her mouth.
It was all too much and yet not nearly enough.
Kristen started to buck with that contradiction, trying to force Brandon into a faster rhythm. Her attempts succeeded in snapping his control and reducing him down to a creature of relentless need just as he’d stripped her down to nothing but pure lust. They moved together, their body’s lifting and surging in one perfect rhythm as the rapture built into a blinding ball of pure ecstasy.
It consumed her whole, taking Brandon and Dylan with her. Both men came with matching roars that left her penetrated and full of seed. Kristen swallowed quickly as Dylan blasted his release down her throat before he fell over on his side, Brandon collapsing on top of her.
They did this a lot. Spent themselves, collapsed, and then five minutes later, they were back to ravaging her. Her men had stamina, sort of. Kristen smiled at that thought, loving this moment just as much as she loved all the others.
She ran her fingers through Brandon’s sweaty tresses, gently massaging his scalp and making him moan and turn into her touch. It was a simple moment but one made all the richer thanks to the bliss still pumping through her veins. It filled her with a sweet joy that still throbbed with a deeper, darker need.
Her ass was on fire, throbbing with the strain of still being stretched wide over the dildo. Kristen felt her cheeks heat as her whole world began to narrow back into a pounding ache that had her shifting and Brandon’s head lifting. He blinked lazily and smiled down at her.
“Something wrong?”
His tone held the rough, husky unde
rnotes of amusement that assured Kristen he knew just why she was twitching, but she didn’t give him the satisfaction he was obviously looking for with her agreement. Instead, she dared to boldly lie with a lift of her chin.
“You’re getting kind of heavy.”
“Is that right?” Brandon lifted himself back up onto his arms before raising a brow. “Is that better?”
He knew it wasn’t. He had to know that his new position had buried his hardening dick deeper inside her, which made Kristen only squirm all the more. Still, she refused to give him the answer he so obviously wanted.
“A shower would be better.”
“Is our little princess trying to make demands?” Dylan butted in as he stretched and lifted back up onto his feet.
“She’s getting sassy, that’s for sure,” Brandon agreed.
“Well then, maybe we ought to show her the renovations we made to the bathroom,” Dylan suggested with a smile that warned her he’d been up to no good.
“What an excellent idea,” Brandon agreed, pulling out of her with a quickness that left Kristen grasping.
It became clear as both men turned to work the ties around her ankles free that they planned on leaving the dildo packed into her rear. That had Kristen torn between embarrassment and a pleasure too wicked to be voiced. Instead, she bit her lip and endured the wondrously forbidden delight buzzing out up her spine as she took Brandon’s hands and allowed him to pull her up onto unsteady legs.
He held on to her hands for a moment too long, and Kristen realized she’d stepped into a trap. It was too late, though, to do anything about the matter as Dylan stepped up to snap a cold, metal bracelet around her wrist. Before her amazed eyes, the man actually handcuffed her and then grabbed onto the chain links connecting the two cuffs to drag her behind him like some common criminal.
Kristen really should have objected, but she didn’t have the voice because, from that first fumbling step, the dildo still tucked inside her began to shift, causing ripples of a pleasure so intense they bordered on painful to dance up her spine. It didn’t help either when Brandon decided to give her a firm spank, making her all but trip over her feet as she gasped with the sheer delight.
Brandon laughed as Dylan tugged her into the bathroom, allowing her to come to a stop and admire his handiwork. He’d removed the door to the shower stall and installed a handheld head that was aimed out toward where a hook came down from the ceiling.
“That’s never going to hold.” Kristen blurted out the very first thought in her head. She could figure out that they meant to hang her from that hook, but all she could envision was the ceiling falling in on her head.
“Sure it will,” Dylan assured her, releasing Kristen’s wrist to step into the stall and reach a fist up to grab the hook. He spun around in a circle, his feet coming off the ground. “See. It can hold me.”
Kristen smiled. She could see him, and he looked good naked and dangling there. It made her mind pop with all sorts of forbidden thoughts.
“Hey,” Brandon snapped, giving her bottom another swat. “Keep it moving.”
Kristen’s lashes fluttered with the rush of pleasure that swamped through her and stumbled forward.
“That’s it, princess,” Dylan coaxed her as he released the hook to take command of her cuffs once again. “Come right over here and let’s get you tied up and ready for your bath. You know, I think we’re going to have to shave tonight.”
He wasn’t going to take the dildo out for that either. That was clear as Dylan stretched her hands high over her head and caught her cuffs on the hook. She could still reach the floor but only if she stood perfectly straight, and doing that caused her ass muscles to clench tighter around the dildo.
The next half hour passed in a torturous, sensual haze of a pleasure so thick it steamed the mirror and had Kristen mewing for breath. Both men cleaned her with gentle strokes that covered her body as their lips followed the trail of their washcloths, leaving her panting and twisting beneath their loving touch.
They lulled her into a sense of complete security, allowing them to shave her as they had only a week ago. This time was different, though. This time she wasn’t rewarded for her submission with a kiss but, instead, felt her folds being parted by the cool, bulbous head of another plastic cock.
Her eyes fluttered open, but the darkness didn’t dissipate. That was when she realized she’d been blindfolded and was in real trouble now.
* * * *
Dylan stepped back to admire his handiwork as he watched Brandon fit the vibrator into Kristen’s cunt. Her pink folds split wide around the wide purple cock as she danced up onto her toes, and he could imagine just how stuffed she was feeling.
It was only the beginning.
Once he tore out this bathroom and built it back up into the perfect sex chamber, they’d be having all sorts of fun. The fun was only beginning for Kristen. She gasped and squirmed as Brandon clicked on the vibrator. Then came the butterfly.
By the time Brandon finished strapping her into the little toy and turning it on, Kristen was dancing around on the tips of her toes, a fresh sheen of sweat beginning to make her skin glow as she flushed a pretty pink color. Dylan smiled, enjoying the sight.
Brandon stepped back to join him in admiring his handiwork before wiping the grin from his face and issuing a hard-cut command.
“This is your punishment. Do you remember why you are being punished, beautiful?”
Kristen didn’t answer fast enough, and Dylan had the pleasure of smacking that sweet ass once more. Kristen immediately squealed and danced forward as Brandon repeated his question, and this time she was quick to answer.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good.” Brandon stepped up to drop his tone to a low murmur as he all but whispered in her ear. “This is your punishment, so I suggest you use that time to remember the rules.”
As if that’s going to happen, Dylan snorted to himself. He wasn’t even completely certain Kristen had understood Brandon’s threat, but she couldn’t escape it. She hung there gasping and twisting, clearly enjoying her punishment but not enough to satisfy the cravings beginning to drive her breathing to a frantic pace, and then she was begging, pleading, using all the dirty words that Dylan and Brandon had taught her.
It took an immeasurable amount of self-restraint not to give in to her cries, and after about a half hour, Dylan’s control began to snap. It wasn’t like she had watch on or could measure time by anything other than the rapid pound of her heartbeat. It was beating fast. Dylan checked, making her whimper as he pressed his fingers into her neck.
Kristen turned into his touch. Her tears had soaked through her blindfold and left a streak across his fingers as she tried to whisper kisses across them as her words murmured out in a broken, husky plea.
“I love you, Dylan. I need you. Please.”
He didn’t know how she knew it was him, but Dylan knew he’d never felt the way he did in that moment. Kristen completely undid him, and he didn’t care what Brandon said. Dylan was definitely going to be the one to marry her.
He sealed that silent vow with a kiss that had Kristen twisting into his body and rubbing her own against him as she teased his with the swollen feel of her breasts, the hard tips of her nipples, and quivering softness of her stomach. It was too much. He needed her now.
The last threads of Dylan’s self-control snapped in that instant as his hands flew toward her hips, only to find Brandon’s already there and pulling the butterfly off of her. The vibrator was next. Then Brandon was reaching for the dildo, but Dylan slapped his hand away.
He was going to be Kristen’s first at something.
With that thought, he latched onto the base of the dildo and began slowly fucking her with it, making Kristen gasp and break free of their kiss as her body began to sway in beat with the motions of the dick pumping into her ass. Dylan wanted to be that dick. He was done waiting. She was ready.
Still, Dylan found himself hesitating, and he p
ulled the dildo free and stepped into the shower stall to take his position behind her. He brought the throbbing head of his cock to the tight entrance still clenched and barred against his entry and paused. Gripping Kirsten’s hips, he held her still as he pumped his heated length up and down the heavenly crease of her ass, teasing her with what was to come, even as he asked for permission.
“I love you, Kristen,” he whispered out, his own voice broken by the need clawing through him. “And I want to love you this way. Say yes.”
For a long second, Dylan held his breath before Kristen finally answered.
“Yes.” Despite the tears, despite the strain of pleasure so clearly gripping her, despite even the magnitude of the moment and the step she was taking, Kristen managed a small smile as she tacked on a “sir.”
Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a lightness flood his soul that had him nipping at her ear. “You’ll pay for that attitude, princess.”
* * * *
Kristen didn’t think so. She figured she’d already paid. Now she was about to be rewarded. Kristen’s breath caught as Dylan slid the thick length of his dick slowly back so that the flared head of his cock pressed against her virgin entrance, and she couldn’t help but tense in preparation for his penetration, but Dylan hesitated.
“You need to relax, princess,” he warned her, nothing but love and want thickening his voice.
“I don’t think I can,” Kristen whispered back, knowing she couldn’t.
She was too strung out on the pleasure to be able to relax even the slightest bit. The need clawing through her echoed out of her cunt and throbbed out of her ass, the two sensations combining into an intense whirl of delight that had only bloomed higher and thicker. There seemed to be no end in sight.
Kristen didn’t need to explain. Her men knew. They knew her that well and treated her even better as Brandon sank to his knees, his big, broad hands coming to press her thighs open. The hot wash of his breath over her already sensitized flesh was like a stroke of pure, searing heat, leaving her whimpering as she knew what he intended.
