by Tara Rose
Colton pulled her onto his lap and put his arms around her. His slick, hard cock brushed against her right thigh, and she whimpered slightly. She wanted it back inside her. “I think she’s a bit confused.”
Jarrett chuckled softly. “Then we’ll have to help her. You asked us to complete the answer.”
“Right. The one about the bloodlines.” There was no blood in her brain right now, and she no longer gave a shit about anything that had seemed vitally important before.
Jarrett stroked her left breast. “There are two classes of nobility. They evolved that way because of our history. One produces heirs, and the rest of us fake the documents as needed to keep our families going.”
“But does that make you true descendants of that king you mentioned? Reginald?”
Colton pushed his hand between her legs. “That was a second question. We’ll answer it, but first…”
Jarrett lifted her off Colton’s lap. “Raise your arms overhead.” She did, and then Jarrett bent her over again, but this time he positioned her over Colton’s legs. “She has a nice, round ass. Perfect for punishing.”
“I agree.” Colton caressed her ass cheeks. Abigail moaned at his touch and at his words. Would they flog her the way the man in the painting had done? “Spread your legs a bit.” She did, and was rewarded with him brushing a finger across her asshole and wet slit. She could lie here all day and take this.
“Oh shit!” She cried out in pain and tried to move away as something hard and leather came down across both ass cheeks, but Colton’s hands on her lower back held her firmly in place.
“Just a few more this time,” said Jarrett.
“This time? What does that mean?”
He brought the paddle down again, and Abigail tried to squirm away. But even as the sting set her skin on fire, desire washed over her, hot and wet. “That’s two questions you want answered. We’re still on the first one.”
“Oh please…”
One more swat, and that one really hurt. “You don’t have to beg, beautiful. We’ll give you everything you want. And you know you want this. I can feel it inside you.”
Damn him. Damn him to hell and back. He was right. She loved it. But she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of saying so.
Colton brushed two fingers over her wetness again. He must have put more oil on them because when he slipped one into her asshole, it was warm and silky smooth. She drew in a sharp breath at the crazy pleasure coursing through her body.
“This is very tight,” he said. “We’ll have to work up to fucking her in there.”
She’d never had anal sex before. Clive wouldn’t do it. Should she tell them that?
Colton removed his finger and the paddle came down again, three times in a row. Tears stung her eyes and she cried out, but the pain was all mixed up with the pleasure now and that confused her. Her breathing came in short gasps and she wasn’t able to process all the emotions bubbling up, but she was certain of one thing. This was no dream. This was real.
“Your pretty ass is pink and puffy,” said Jarrett, caressing the wounds he’d just made. “Tell me how much you enjoy this.”
She didn’t say anything, and then he gave her three more swats. Tears ran down her cheeks, but once again the pain mixed with the pleasure, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was like a drug that you took once and were hooked for life. She had to have it again.
He licked her ass cheeks, but the saliva didn’t soothe the pain. It made it burn all over again. “Tell me you love being paddled, Abigail, or I’ll keep going until you do.” His voice was teasing, but she knew he meant it. There was an undercurrent that was impossible to miss.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I love it.”
“Yes, Sire. Call me Sire.” The command sent shivers up and down her spine.
“Yes, Sire. I love it.”
“I know you do. But I don’t think you’ve had enough yet.” She couldn’t tell now if he was teasing her. She moaned in response, unable to think clearly. Part of her really wanted him to keep going to see how much she could take. But at the same time, every fiber of her being ached to feel his dick inside her.
He swatted each cheek just once with his hand, and then he pushed two fingers into her pussy. Abigail groaned as he moved them in and out. “She’s so wet.”
“Put her on the stool,” said Colton. “On her knees, in front of me.”
They lifted her off Colton’s legs and Jarrett helped her kneel on the stool with her arms out front, bent at the elbows. “That’s nice,” said Colton. “Now push the stool closer. I want to fuck her in the mouth while you sink your cock into her pussy.”
Abigail shook her head as Colton pulled off his boots and breeches, and spread his legs wide. Jarrett pushed the stool up against the chair, and then he grabbed her hair and gave it a hard tug, forcing her head up. “What are you protesting? The mouth sex, or me fucking your pussy?”
“My hands aren’t free. I don’t want to choke.”
He swatted each ass cheek, hard. “I told you to call me Sire.”
She blinked back fresh tears as pain and pleasure assaulted her senses once more. “I’m sorry, Sire.”
He kissed her lower back. “Don’t apologize. Just remember to address us each the correct way. As to your concern, we won’t let you choke. Now take Colton’s dick into your mouth or I’ll use something worse than the paddle on this pretty ass of yours.”
Abigail scooted forward on her knees and elbows, and then Colton took hold of her head and guided his cock into her mouth. He only put a few inches in at first, and thrust slowly, letting her get used to it. He tasted like a combination of musk and her own pussy juices.
She’d never given Clive a blow job like this, restrained and on her knees. It was raw and dirty, but she loved it. She heard rustling behind her, and then when Jarrett pushed his dick into her pussy, she groaned loudly in the back of her throat as another climax began to build.
He reached underneath and grasped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he fucked her hard and deep. “Oh…she feels fucking incredible.” Jarrett’s voice, deep and sexy, washed over her, enhancing the sensations. His scent filled her head, taking her arousal to heights she’d never reached before.
Colton pushed more of his cock inside her mouth. “Feels pretty damn good here, too.”
Nothing in her fantasies had prepared her for the reality of being fucked by two men at once. They weren’t gentle, but she didn’t mind. The rougher they fucked her, the more she wanted it.
Jarrett moved one hand to her clit and rubbed it while he fucked her and continued playing with her left breast. Colton pushed even more of his dick into her mouth now, and she had to relax her throat muscles so she wouldn’t gag.
He tugged on her hair to keep her face up. “That’s right,” he said. “Keep that angle. It feels so fucking perfect.”
Her orgasm was still going strong when Colton cried out and hot cum filled her mouth. She tried to swallow it, but some of it dribbled onto her chin. Jarrett’s thrusting grew quick and jerky, and then he groaned loudly as he came inside her.
When they both finished, they took off her wrist cuffs and Jarrett sat on the stool, pulling her onto his lap. He was completely naked and this was the first time she realized it. “That was amazing. Now, we will answer your question.”
Abigail snuggled against his hard, warm body. “I’ve forgotten it.” All she wanted to do was savor this moment. She’d never been fucked like this. She needed time to think about everything that had happened to her, and to process what they’d just done to her.
Colton chuckled. “You may have forgotten it, but that won’t get you out of what else we have planned for you today.”
She lifted her gaze to meet his. “You’re joking, right?” How could they go all day? Were they human? As they exchanged an incredulous look and both men chuckled softly, she knew her lesson in submission to these two had only just begun.
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Chapter Seven
Jarrett tried not to laugh at the look on her face, but it was difficult. She knew she’d just fucked up, but at the same time, deep inside those stunning blue eyes was a wildly passionate woman they’d just set free. He made a mental note to ask her about her sex life before crossing over, and would bet anything it had been dull and boring. He’d also bet she hadn’t wanted it that way.
She had the perfect combination of just enough independence to make this fun, and long-buried desires that he was determined to help her explore. Over and over again, as many times as she could take it. And then maybe he’d push her a bit more, just for his own pleasure.
He stood her up. “If you need to relieve yourself, I’d suggest doing it now. Because you might not have a chance to do so for a while.”
“What does that mean?”
Colton laughed out loud now. “She really hasn’t been listening, has she?”
“Not a bit.” He gave her a small push. “Go. Now. Do what you need to do.”
She scurried into the bathroom, and Jarrett collapsed onto the bed. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex like that. Actually, I’ve never had sex like that.” He sat up. “Do you think they’re all like her? That willing and eager to try new things? Because I’m pretty sure she’s never been spanked before, and I’m not even sure she’s taken a dick into her mouth.”
“If she has, it wasn’t like the experience I just had. And she’s never had a cock in her ass. I’d be willing to bet coin on that.”
“I feel young and alive. Like I might never sleep again. All I want to do is fuck.”
Colton chuckled as he removed the rest of his clothing and tossed it onto the floor. “We need to be careful not to hurt her.”
Jarrett ran his hands through his hair. “I know. It would be too easy to get carried away.” When she returned to the room, he motioned her over and he pulled her onto his lap. “Do you know what you did wrong before?”
“I forgot to call you both Sire, didn’t I?”
“Yes, and one more thing.”
“I don’t know what it is, Sire.”
Colton sat next to them. “You didn’t swallow all of my cum. It leaked onto your chin.”
“I’m sorry, Sire. There was a lot to swallow.”
Colton brushed a finger up and down her right leg. “You’ll need to get used to that.”
“I’ll try better next time, Sire.”
“I’m sure you will,” said Jarrett, “but you need to be punished for your transgressions.”
For a second or two, he thought she was going to start asking questions again, but then a slight smile graced her face and she lowered her gaze to his feet. “I understand, Sire.”
He and Colton exchanged a glance. “Well, that’s more like it.” Jarrett took her hand. “Come with us.”
* * * *
Abigail started to ask if she should put something on, but they didn’t head for the hallway. Jarrett led her to the bedroom she believed was his, and then told her to lie on the bed. His room also looked like a museum display, and it carried his scent of sandalwood. The rich colors were soothing and practically screamed masculinity. His bed looked large enough to easily accommodate all three of them with room to spare.
As she positioned herself on the bed, she glanced up under the canopy at a series of rings and ropes. Trepidation settled in her mind like fog creeping through a field, until each man took a seat next to her and Jarrett stroked her hair. “All four limbs will be restrained this time, but it won’t hurt. If it becomes too uncomfortable for you, let us know and we’ll reposition you, or give you a short break. Do you understand?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sire.”
“We’re experienced at this,” said Colton. “We’ll watch you for signs that we’ve pushed too far.”
“What if I become too afraid and can’t take it anymore?”
“Then say so.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Colton smiled and brushed a hand across her left nipple. “Abigail, it’s not our intention to injure you or push you past the point where harmful pain sets in. We will never do that.”
She didn’t say anything, because she wasn’t sure how to respond. They both crossed the room and opened a large armoire. As they removed implements, she closed her eyes and simply tried to keep breathing. This was going to be far more intense than the paddling and sex she’d had earlier.
While her secret fantasies had included bondage and impact play, she knew enough about true BDSM to know those who indulged in such play and lived the lifestyle used safe words and had limits. These two hadn’t talked about any of that. Did that also mean they weren’t familiar with the concepts? What if this was too much for her? Would they expect her to take it anyway?
She sat up to watch them, and then her pussy grew wet all over again when she saw what they carried toward the bed.
“Lie down,” said Jarrett.
She did, her breathing coming in quick gasps now as her excitement increased. They attached leather cuffs to each wrist and ankle, then threaded rope through the rings on the cuffs and pulled them up and out, until her arms and legs were spread, and suspended about a foot off the bed. It was actually very comfortable because the cuffs were thick and well-padded. But when Colton held up a blindfold, her mouth grew dry.
“Having it on will help you relax, and you’ll stop anticipating what we’re about to do.” He must have sensed the change in her. “Is there a particular fear you have associated with being blindfolded?”
“No. Just loss of control because I can’t see you.”
He and Jarrett chuckled. “Sweetie, you aren’t in control,” said Colton, his voice so sexy that her clit began to throb. “We are.” He placed the blindfold around her head and tied it in back, and then he kissed her.
She parted her lips to let his tongue inside, then moaned loudly and tried to arch her body toward him, but the cuffs and rope held her firmly in place. When he released the kiss way too soon, he brushed a finger across her wet pussy. “This is exactly how wet and ready we want you, every single day.”
These two were going to wear her out, but Abigail knew she’d love it. There was no reason to fear them. They’d given her no indication they would push her too far. She listened to the noises in the room, but couldn’t tell what they were doing. Their combined scents filled her head, sending her arousal level to incredible heights.
When something thin and leathery grazed her nipples and pussy at the same time, she yelped. It hadn’t hurt, but it had surprised her.
“Can you guess what we’re using?” asked Jarrett, his voice sexy but filled with humor.
“It feels like two floggers, Sire.”
The floggers came down on her pussy and nipples again, harder this time. They felt like thin leather strips, and she guessed they’d sting like crazy if the men threw them hard enough. “These are our favorites. They’re made of thin leather and very stiff. Do you like the feel?”
They struck her again, hard this time. Abigail drew in a sharp breath. The flogger on her pussy hurt less than the one across her nipples. “They sting.”
“But do you like them?” asked Colton. Once more, the floggers came down across her sensitive parts, and Abigail gritted her teeth.
“Tell us you like them,” said Jarrett.
She couldn’t have disobeyed the dominant tone in his voice if she’d wanted to. “Yes,” she whispered.
This time, they gave her two hard smacks on each area, and Abigail moaned loudly.
“Yes, what?” asked Colton.
“Yes, I like the floggers, Sire.”
“That’s better,” he said.
As they continued to punish her breasts and pussy, she was lulled into a state of bliss where each stroke sent more desire racing through her body. It really burned now, but every few strikes they’d stop and caress the areas they’d just punished, and each time they did she moaned, aching for them to continue.
She slipped into the same state as earlier, where pain and pleasure became one. As she’d guessed, it was more intense than when they’d paddled her, but she loved it. When they stopped she turned her head from side to side, which immediately made her feel silly. There was nothing to see.
The movement on the bed shifted, and then one of them was on top of her, sliding his cock into her pussy. She wasn’t sure who it was since he didn’t speak, and their scents were now combined so that didn’t give her a clue either. The other man knelt next to her, grasped her head, and turned it toward him.
He pushed his dick into her mouth, and Abigail moaned loudly in the back of her throat as they both fucked her together. It was exciting not knowing who was where, but also a bit unnerving because she couldn’t move or speak. She had no choice but to submit to this, and to trust them. Nothing in her fantasies had dared to go this far. It was so decadent and animalistic.
Both men were thrusting carefully, as though they were also watching her, and that made her feel safe and protected. They were true to their word. They wouldn’t hurt her. She relaxed and enjoyed it as another climax began to build.
They pulled out, and then Jarrett spoke. “You’re going to take our cocks in both holes, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Abigail only moaned in response, until one of them pinched her left nipple. She yelped.
“Tell us you want that,” said Colton. “Ask us to fuck you at the same time.”
She could hardly breathe at the emotions racing through her. “I want it,” she said. “Sire…please. Please fuck me at the same time.”
One of them kissed her, rough and deep, and then she felt them shift on the bed again, but still wasn’t sure who fucked her in the pussy and who fucked her in the mouth. As their thrusting grew more forceful this time, her orgasm inched forward.
When one of them flicked her clit, she came. Abigail had to concentrate hard not to bite down on the cock inside her mouth, and having it there increased the strength of her contractions. The climax went on and on, and she was tired and sore when they both withdrew again.
