by Diane Leyne
She dropped her hands to her side. She would give the best blow job they’d ever had, except, she realized quickly, she wasn’t going to get the chance to. They took turns fucking her mouth hard and deep. It was all she could do to relax her throat and take them as deep as she could while trying to remember to breathe through her nose.
Through it all, her ass and her pussy throbbed. She could handle the pain in her bottom, but she was so painfully aroused, she didn’t think she could stand it. Moisture was running down her thighs, she was burning up with need, but right now, it was their hurt and pain that mattered. She closed her eyes and serviced her masters.
And then they pulled away from her. And they hadn’t come yet. She opened her eyes and saw them standing side by side in front of her, their hands around their cocks, pumping them.
Almost at the same time, long hot jets of cum shot out onto her, hitting her in the face and breasts, sliding down her body, marking her as theirs. A rope of cum hung off her nipple before dropping down onto her thigh.
It was primitive and erotic and almost unbearably sexy. They were marking her in the most primitive way possible. She was their woman, their property, and everyone witnessed her marking.
Jake returned to the stage, carrying something which he handed to Connor and Liam.
“Cindy, you have been publicly claimed by Connor and Liam O’Hara. Do you accept this claiming and all it means? You will be their sub to care for and to love and to punish. You will be giving them full dominion over your pleasure and pain, belonging completely to them.”
She looked from Connor to Liam. She could see the uncertainty in their eyes and the love. She knew what to say.
“I do.”
“Then, Cindy McNeil, do you accept this collar that Connor and Liam offer to you? Will you wear it as a symbol of your commitment and submission?”
“I will.”
“Connor and Liam, do you commit to loving and caring for your sub and all of her needs? Do you promise to protect her and guide her and care for all of her emotional and physical needs?”
“We do.”
“Then you may now collar your sub and fuck her brains out.”
Standing on each side of her, they fastened the collar around her neck. It was a simple silver chain with the initials C and L hanging from it. She heard the snick of a lock closing.
Connor helped her to stand as Liam handed the key to the collar to Jake to keep safe. Then she felt Connor wrap her in a blanket and sweep her into his arms, and then she was being carried out of the club as the audience cheered.
* * * *
No one spoke. They carried her down the staff elevator and into the parking garage. Cindy was relieved that they didn’t run into anyone along the way. They settled her between them in the truck, bundled up like a mummy in her blanket, and then buckled her in place.
The twenty-minute ride to their place seemed to take forever and yet be over too soon. And then they were out of the truck, and this time it was Liam carrying her. He carried her in the house and up the stairs before dropping her on the bed. Cindy didn’t move, waiting for instructions as the two men quickly stripped off their clothes, standing naked and heavily aroused in front of her.
Cindy was afraid of what was going to happen next, but excited, too. She pushed one hand out of the blanket to finger her collar.
“I gave the key to Jake. That collar only comes off if the three of us go to him and ask him to remove it. And we are never going to do that, Cindy. You are ours, do you understand? You belong to us, and we are not going to ever let you go again. No more running. If you are scared or worried or whatever, you will talk to us. Probably even argue with us and fight with us. But we will work it out, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Master.”
Connor smiled in satisfaction before reaching out and tugging the blanket away from her, which wasn’t easy because of the drying cum on her body, which stuck to the fabric. She wanted to hide herself from their gaze, but knew that they’d be displeased. So she just lay there, waiting.
Liam left the room and returned with a couple of wet washcloths. Carefully, they laid her back on the bed and then tenderly they washed their mark off her. She was almost sorry to see it go, but she had a tangible reminder of their possession around her neck.
Then they rolled her onto her stomach, and she could feel the cold cream on her cheeks. At first she thought it was some kind of lube and their aim was bad, but then she realized it was a cooling cream that they were massaging into her hot pink ass cheeks. Gradually their hands moved away from her ass, massaging her tense shoulders and legs, ending with each of them massaging an arm. Their touch was completely nonsexual, but still, by the time they finished her back, her body was fairly humming with arousal.
Then they flipped her over and started on her front. They squirted the fragrant lotion on her and started working up her legs, and then they did her arms and then, finally, her stomach and breasts, but still they avoided her pussy, which was weeping again in frustration.
But she knew better than to demand. They’d take her when they were ready and not before. If she begged or demanded, they might delay even longer. So she waited, her frustration growing by the second.
She was surprised when they both slid down beside her, and then she saw the two blond heads lean in and take a nipple into their mouths and suck, hard.
She almost came up off the bed as the pleasure shot through her. She could feel their warm breath on her breasts as they laughed at her reaction, but they didn’t stop suckling. But each man used a slightly different technique, and it was driving her crazy. Liam suckled so hard he drew in her areola into his mouth as well. Connor used his teeth to light grasp her nipple and tug on it before he went back to suckling like a hungry infant.
Their hands were busy, too, gliding lightly down her body before pulling her legs apart and back. Finally, they touched her between her thighs, and she thought she was going to come right there and then.
But the touch was so light and delicate. She pushed her hips up against the hands touching her, urging them to rub her clit and to slide a thick finger or two or three inside her.
“Please, please, please, please. I’ll be good, Master, But I’m begging you. I need to come. Please let me come. Please, I want you both inside me.”
Suddenly, the two hands working in unison pushed inside of her, and suddenly she was feeling so full, and four fingers pushed into her, moving in and out while the thumbs pressed down on her clit with each stroke.
Her climax crashed through her, wave after wave of pleasure. After being kept at the peak of desire for so long with no relief, it now seemed like her climax would never end.
She was so caught up in riding the waves of pleasure pouring over her that she didn’t realize the fingers had been withdrawn and now Connor was on top of her, pushing his cock inside her pulsing pussy, moving inside her. Her climax seemed like it was never going to end. The shudders that had begun through her body when they used their hands on her just kept on coming and growing, and it was like one long continuous orgasm.
Her insides clamped down hard on him, and she felt his body shudder.
“She’s trying to milk my cock, brother, I’m not going to last.”
“Good. I need to get inside her fast or I’m going to come on her again.”
Connor stiffened, and he pumped his seed deep into her. Then he rolled off her, and Liam took his place, sliding inside her, moving fast, his cock stimulating her already tender tissues, causing another explosion of pleasure. And then he, too, came inside her.
* * * *
Afterward, they lay together in the bed, side by side with Cindy cradled between them.
“We didn’t use condoms. Sorry, Cin. We meant to. But in the moment, I just needed to feel you against me with no barriers. I’m sorry.”
Connor was worried and it showed in his tone. What if she was pregnant? Would s
he like that? He would, he decided. A baby would be a wonderful blessing. But now was probably not a great time to make one.
“Me, too.” Liam also sounded worried. What if they scared her off? She had a tendency to run, and just because they’d collared her didn’t mean she wouldn’t take off. There were plenty of locksmiths out there.
“No, please don’t apologize. I’m on the pill, so pregnancy’s not an issue.” She was surprised at the jolt of disappointment going through her. “I mean, it’s too soon to think about a family. Right now, I just want to make sure you know just how much I care for you and how sorry I am for what I did.”
She could feel the tension leave their bodies. She realized that they were still worried she’d cut and run whenever there was a problem.
“Guys. If you think that something like the thought of a baby could scare me off, you really don’t know me. Ask Lindy. Even when we were kids, I always said I wanted my own baseball team.”
Liam and Connor sat up abruptly.
“You want how many kids?”
Cindy smiled and looked up at her men.
“Well, when I was a kid, I always thought it would be nice to have my own baseball team. That’s nine babies. But now, I’ve scaled down my plans. I’m thinking four would be nice. And twins would be especially nice.
“But not tonight. Tonight is just about us.”
“But it’s never too soon to get in some practice.” Connor leaned over and kissed her hard as Liam pulled her tight to him.
“I agree. Practice makes perfect.”
Epilogue
Nine Months Later
Cindy was sitting with a very pregnant Lindy, waiting for their order to arrive. Jake had wasted no time in knocking her up, and Cindy was thrilled to be an aunt.
“Have you thought of names yet?”
“We’ve got a few. If it’s a boy, we are going to name him after our fathers, Robert James Hughes. If it’s a girl, she’ll be Rose Jacintha Hughes, after his favorite sister and mine.”
Cindy teared up. The last nine month had been perfect. But before she could respond, two very happy blond men came up and sat down beside her after giving Lindy a quick kiss on the cheek.
“What are you two doing here? You know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
“But it’s been hours.”
“And she’s in a delicate condition. She needs us to look after her.”
Cindy mock glared at them.
“Okay, okay. We’ll leave. But if you are even a minute late, we’ll be coming to get you,” Connor groused, but they both got up and left after kissing their soon-to-be bride.
“Tell me again how this is going to work.”
“Well, obviously, I can’t legally marry them both, so Connor’s name will be on the wedding license, but Liam will be the one saying “I do.” They’ll both put rings on my finger, and we’ll consider we’re all married.”
“And what delicate condition were they referring to?”
“Oh, you caught that.”
“Stop stalling. Spill. Are you pregnant?”
“Yes, and we are all thrilled. It wasn’t planned, but sometimes things just seem to work out right. But”—she looked around to make sure the men really were gone—”they don’t know the best part. It’s going to be my wedding present to them.”
Lindy looked at her, understanding suddenly dawning.
“You mean…”
“Yup. It’s twins.”
THE END
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Diane Leyne is originally from a small town in Nova Scotia and now lives and works in Toronto. She loves to write and she loves to hear from her readers so please check out her Facebook page and leave a comment if you get a chance.
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