by Tara Rose
They’d proven they could be trusted, and they had answered her questions. And they didn’t hate her. That much was obvious. They’d chosen her. They wanted to be with her. And she wanted to be here with them. She knew that now. Abigail had no idea what it all meant, but she knew this was good, right, and comfortable. She wanted Jarrett and Colton. All of them.
Chapter Thirteen
Abigail yelled at the first strike, and fear tried to worm its way in on the second. She pushed it away. She could do this. She would do it, for them, because the need to please them now outweighed everything else. She had no idea where it had come from, but she wasn’t going to question it or analyze it. She was going to simply enjoy it.
“Keep breathing,” said Jarrett. “That helps with the pain.”
“Yes, Sire,” she whispered. Three strikes…four…and on the fifth she forced herself to take long, slow breaths. It did help, but her ass cheeks were seriously on fire now.
He stopped, and then they picked her up and laid her on her back, positioning the pillows to cushion her once more. They adjusted the spreader bar until her legs were wider apart, and then Colton took the cane and grinned down at her.
The first strike on her pussy hurt like crazy, and when he tapped it across her breasts, she bit her lip as tears spilled over her lids. They exchanged a quick glance, and then he brought it down across her pussy again. The next strike on her breasts wasn’t as forceful as the first, and the last of his five blows was across her pussy.
She thought they were going to turn her over again, but Jarrett took over once more, and he gave her three strikes on her breasts and two on her pussy. He also went easier on her breasts, but the pain was crazy now. She also was so excited she was afraid she was going to climax again. Would they know if she did when their fingers or dicks weren’t inside her? Was it worth the risk to try?
They turned her over for the last five on her ass from Colton, and he didn’t spare her at all. She yelled and tried to get away but she was restrained too tightly and couldn’t move anything except her head. Tears ran down her face when he finally finished, but they didn’t let her up. Instead she heard the stopper pop out of a bottle, and then a warm, oily finger slid into her asshole.
She moaned as he moved it in and out, relaxing as the pleasure enveloped her. He withdrew it, and then two were inserted, gently stretching the walls. She thought she knew what they were going to do, and she wanted it. It was only right they should be the first men to fuck her in the ass.
No one else but these two will ever fuck you again.
That thought clanged back and forth in her brain as the men took turns finger-fucking her in the ass. It didn’t hurt, and she wondered if she was simply used to it now, or if there was something in the oil that desensitized her. Then again, it did feel pretty damn incredible, so that wasn’t it. She giggled softly as she realized she was doing it again. She was analyzing every damn thing.
“Something funny?” asked Jarrett.
“I was mentally chiding myself, Sire, for dissecting everything instead of relaxing into it.”
“Good girl. But that only means we need to do more to help you with that.”
Colton crossed the room, and when he returned, one of them rubbed the same balm they’d used on her the other night into the wounds the cane had made. She sighed as the coolness spread over her skin. Then something large and covered in oil slid into her pussy, and she groaned in pleasure.
They left it inside, and she wondered if it was a dildo. When she heard the sound of condoms being put on, she was surprised. “You have those here?”
“Of course we do,” said Colton. “The potion protects against pregnancy, but some kinds of sex are messy.”
She realized what they meant to do and braced herself, so excited now she didn’t even care if she did come again. It would be worth it.
Colton teased her asshole with the head of his sheathed dick. “I’ve used oil on it,” he said. “Try to keep breathing and stayed relaxed. It will help.”
His voice sounded like he was barely hanging on, and Abigail was now even more determined to make this pleasant for all of them. She closed her eyes and forced her breathing to stay deep and even as he slipped his cock into her ass. The fullness was very uncomfortable at first, especially with the dildo in her pussy, but once she grew used to it, it was delicious.
“Oh, Abigail…please tell me you’re okay. Do you like this? You’re so fucking tight but it feels incredible.”
“I love it, Sire.”
He fucked her slowly, rubbing her ass cheeks and lower back as he did so. When he pulled out, Jarrett slid his dick into her, and that was easier to take since she was now used to it. “Oh we have to do this more often. Baby, you’re so tight.”
Had he just called her baby?
Jarrett fucked her deep and slow, and each thrust massaged her clit because of the dildo. She knew she was going to come again, and this time she didn’t even care. She didn’t want to do or say anything that would make them stop.
They switched places again, and now Colton thrust a bit faster, and that did it. Abigail couldn’t stop the climax.
“I knew you’d come again.” He slapped her ass, but it was half-hearted. “You didn’t even try to stop it, did you?”
“Couldn’t, Sire.” She could hardly talk right now.
“This is incredible. Let’s give Jarrett another turn so he can feel your orgasm.”
Jarrett took his turn again and caressed the sides of her breasts as he teased her close to a third climax. “I think she’s close again. She’s going to do it. I just know she is.”
All she could do was whimper, not even caring how many strikes with the cane it would mean if she really did come again. Finally, he pulled out, and then they slid the dildo out of her pussy. They removed their condoms, and then took off the cuffs and spreader bar. Jarrett carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed, while Colton deposited fresh condoms and the bottle of oil on her nightstand.
They took turns holding her and kissing her, and Abigail was out of her mind with desire. She wanted them inside her at the same time, in every hole. She’d gladly take another two canings if it meant fucking them both at the same time.
“Tell us what you want,” said Jarrett. “Say it.”
“Oh, please.”
“Tell us,” said Colton. “We want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me. Both of you. Please.”
Jarrett cupped her face. “Where? Where do you want our cocks, baby? Tell us.”
“One in my pussy and one in my ass.”
“What will you give us for granting your request?” asked Colton, massaging her clit.
“Anything.”
“Be careful, Abigail. We’ll hold you to that.”
“I mean it, Sire.” She had to have them. Nothing else would do.
Jarrett lay on his back and told her to climb on. She sheathed his dick with her pussy, and then he pulled her over him so that she lay against his torso. Behind her, Colton put on another condom and then slid two fingers into her asshole, filling it with oil. When he slipped his cock inside, there was no pain.
Abigail cried out in pleasure as both men fucked her mercilessly. Each thrust massaged her clit, and when her third orgasm came, she simply let go and rode it. It was as inevitable as the tides, and as much of a foregone conclusion as her falling through that portrait had been.
She’d known it was full of magick the moment she’d first looked at it. Something in it had called to her. She might not have known exactly what would happen, but she knew it would change her life forever. She’d chosen this, as much as they’d chosen her in the room outside the hall of portraits that night.
Abigail understood that now. She understood that this had been a series of events that she’d willingly set in motion the second she’d laid the painting on the counter in the antique shop. She wouldn’t have been able to stop it at that point. It was already done.
The m
en changed places, after Colton removed his condom and Jarrett donned one. “This is fantastic,” said Colton. “I can’t believe how good it feels.”
“We’re doing this all the time now,” said Jarrett. “You might as well get used to it, baby.”
“Yes, Sire.” She was lost in a sea of sensations that she could hardly keep up with. It was so freeing to finally let go and give in, that Abigail came a fourth time. She swore she heard Jarrett chuckle behind her, but it didn’t matter whether he had or not. She’d do anything for these two now.
When both men each came, their cries joined hers, and then Jarrett’s condom was off and they were holding her and stroking her damp hair and back. They told her over and over how much they’d enjoyed that, and how good she felt. She couldn’t even speak. She could barely think. And she didn’t want to. Abigail only wanted to snuggle against their hard, warm bodies, drink in their scents, and never leave.
* * * *
Colton sat in the armchair, sipping water, and Jarrett sat across from him on the sofa. Abigail was still sleeping, and they’d decided to leave her alone for now, so they’d gone into the sitting room to talk.
“We owe her three canings,” said Colton. “What do you want to do about that? I don’t want to risk breaking her skin, and it was obvious she didn’t find it pleasurable to be struck on her tits with it.”
“No, she didn’t care for that at all. And as much as I love watching her squirm like she did today, I agree we’ve given her enough with the cane. Her skin will toughen up in time and we’ll be able to do more with it. So we need to come up with a different punishment for now.”
Colton nodded, lost in his memories for a moment or two. “She was different today. More affectionate toward us.”
Jarrett smiled. “Did you expect her to be earlier? We took her prisoner. At least in her eyes, that’s what we did.”
“I realize that.”
“Colton, stop looking. She doesn’t exist.”
He didn’t need to ask what Jarrett meant. “Just because you’ve resigned yourself to a lifetime of quick sex with maids doesn’t mean I have to do the same thing.”
“I haven’t done that. Not anymore, that is. We have Abigail now.”
“And you don’t give a shit if she likes you? Or whether she could love you one day? It wouldn’t bother you at all if she hated you?”
“She doesn’t hate us.” He said it so softly that Colton barely heard him. “I saw it in her eyes today. She’s warming up toward us. You’re right. She was different today. But don’t go jumping off cliffs with your dreams simply because she’s accepted her fate.”
Colton rose and poured himself a shot of whiskey. “If I had to handpick a woman it would be her. And not only her face and her body. It’s her spirit. The person she is inside.”
“What do you find so appealing about her?”
He drained his glass, then poured another, and took his seat again. “She’s thoughtful. She cares what people think of her, and she’s trying so hard to understand our world and fit into it. I don’t know much about how the others reacted, but I’d say that shows she’s a strong person with a kind heart.”
Jarrett nodded several times, then crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. “I agree. What I like about her is her intelligence. She challenges things. She thinks them through as opposed to accepting them at face value. I love that thirst for knowledge and the way she forces me to question my own beliefs and views. I appreciate having someone I can discuss things with, not simply speak to. Do you know what I mean?”
Colton suppressed a smile. He’d known Jarrett all his life and had never heard him give such high praise to any woman. “Yes, I know exactly what you mean. I enjoy her company and her mind, not simply her body.”
“So what do we do to punish her?”
“Make her sit through dinner and talk to our family members.”
Jarrett laughed. “I think you might have come up with the perfect punishment there.”
Colton didn’t know about that, but he did know one thing. And in realizing it, he wasn’t surprised, only cautious. He had to be careful here. To allow himself to lose his heart to Abigail could end up being the worst thing he’d ever done. She didn’t hate them, but that was a far cry from true love and happily-ever-after. He needed to slow down and let things develop naturally.
But he already knew he would fall for her. He’d known it the first time he’d looked into her eyes.
Chapter Fourteen
Abigail drifted through the next two weeks in a fog of fabulous, kinky sex. The guys had surprised her by declaring that instead of the three additional canings they owed her for the orgasms she’d had without permission, they instead made sure she had dinner with them that evening in the Great Hall, and that she was seated among their family members.
She didn’t find them unpleasant to talk to, but conversation was difficult. Especially with Jarrett and Colton grinning at her from across the table the entire time. Their society was so sexist it was almost laughable, until she remembered that this was her home now. And as the evening wore on, she relented a bit and came to the conclusion that the men didn’t hate women. They adored them, but clearly viewed them as sex partners, not equals.
During the course of that dinner and several just like it over the next two weeks, she learned that there were no women on the Council. This wasn’t a shock to her. The villages had their own miniature versions of the Council set up, and some of those had women, but life inside the castle was male dominant.
She also met several of the women who had crossed over in recent years and lived in the castle with two or more princes. She learned that it didn’t happen as often as she’d been imagining. A woman crossed over only a few times a year, and there was no set pattern, other than each time had been during a full moon. It was then she remembered that the moon had been full the night she came here.
But even among the princes who had chosen a woman who crossed over, there were vast differences in the way they treated those women. From what she’d seen so far, Jarrett and Colton treated her far better than some of the others would have. And again, it wasn’t that they outright abused them or humiliated them. But clearly their main role was sexual satisfaction. She also learned that most of the other princes shared Jarrett’s and Colton’s kinky preferences.
Abigail had to admit that during the past two weeks, Jarrett and Colton had begun to open up to her more and more, and her treatment was far from terrible. In addition to constantly making it clear she was not there only for sex, they also went out of their way to make her comfortable in her new surroundings.
They showed her different parts of the castle every few days, and as the weather finally began to turn warmer, they spent time outdoors as well. She learned that the castle was surrounded by heavy woods, and as she walked through them with the two, she spotted guards along the way. Jarrett and Colton told her they lived in cabins throughout the forest.
When she asked why it was so isolated in the woods, she learned that the nearest village was a half-hour walk away, which surprised her. She told them she’d envisioned clusters of homes near the castle and then more spreading out from there.
“It was either that or cut down all the trees so we could see a potential enemy approach,” explained Colton. “Our ancestors who built this castle opted instead to keep the trees and simply post guards at strategic locations. They never intended for people to live close to it.”
“I haven’t noticed many people out here walking, like we are,” she said.
“They don’t,” said Jarrett. “At least, not this far into the woods. They stay close to the castle.”
“Why do we venture this far away, then?”
He smiled. “That’s what the guards are for.”
She knew he was teasing her, because both men carried weapons when they went on their walks. “What else do you do for fun or exercise?” She hadn’t done her regular workouts for three weeks, but with all the acti
vity she didn’t feel sluggish, or as if she’d lost any strength or stamina.
“Sex isn’t enough for you?” asked Colton, winking at her.
She laughed easily, and realized that two weeks ago his question would have annoyed her rather than amused her. “Oh, it’s more than enough. But I mean do you participate in sports, or do you hunt or fish? Things like that. And what about indoor activities other than sex?”
Colton’s face took on a confused expression. “Indoor activities other than sex…whatever could you mean?”
She slapped at his arm. “Stop that. You’re like a dog in heat all the time. You know what I mean.”
He pinned her against the nearest tree and ground his erection against her. “Woof! Woof!” Then he panted, which had her laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
“He knows what you mean,” said Jarrett. “But we weren’t sure you wanted to lose to us at cards so we haven’t brought it up.”
Colton finally moved off her, but now she wished they were indoors because she was horny again. She’d never had a sex drive this high in her life. “Cards? What kind of cards?”
“They’re similar to your games of gin rummy and poker.”
“I happen to love card games. What else do you all do in there? What about concerts or plays? Dances? Any indoor sports?”
“Sex,” said Jarrett.
“You two are impossible. I give up.”
He pulled her close and kissed her. “We love teasing you. Your face gets pink, and we can see in your beautiful eyes how much you want us.”
“Do you think I have beautiful eyes, Sire?”
He gave her a half-hearted frown. “Don’t ask silly questions. You know we do.”
