Primal Surrender (Surrender Trilogy)

by Lori King

“Uh oh, duchess. I think you’re in trouble now,” Ryker teased as Mack picked up the pincher looking things and reached for her breasts.

  Instantly she understood what he was doing and began twisting away from him, using her feet as leverage to wiggle out from under his hands. A sharp slap to her swollen tit stung all the way to her toes and she froze mid motion giving him time to clip one of the nipple clamps on. The tips were rubber covered, but it still hurt, and she whimpered when he tightened it just a bit.

  “These are beginner clamps, sweetheart. You can take them.”

  Ryker’s eyes were huge as he took in her plump nipples squeezed tight by the clamps. “Fuck. That looks like it hurts.” She was going to nod her agreement, but realized he was speaking out of genuine concern, so she shook her head at him. “It looks hot as hell. It’s making your nipples a deep cherry red color that makes my mouth water.”

  Her pussy clenched at his obvious desire, and she saw Mack’s face light up in a smile. “If you like that, then you’ll love this.”

  He took a chain, and clipped it onto both clamps and then tugged just a bit, sending lightening through her breasts. Her back arched and she yelped behind the gag. It hurt, but for some reason the pain quickly turned into warm heat making her ache for more.

  “Now that’s pretty. Flip her over, Ryk,” Mack instructed, and Ryker moved to roll her onto her stomach. Mack grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto her knees. The chain dangled and gravity tugged her clamped nipples down sharply. “Look at this, Ryker. She’s got the perfect ass for spanking.”

  Both men were behind her now, and all she could see was the satin wrapped around her wrists and the pillow under her elbows. Every movement made her tits swing like a pendulum and the clamps and chain sent fire rushing through her veins. In her mind’s eye she could see herself on her knees in front of both guys as they viewed her wide ass, and dribbling pussy. A flush of shame rushed through her and she dropped her head onto her forearms.

  A sharp tug at her hair pulled her back up, and suddenly Mack was in her face checking her hand for the key. It was still snug in her palm, but he noticed the red tint to her cheeks and frowned. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. Ryker and I both love everything about your body. Your response to the clamps makes my balls ache, and I’m looking forward to sinking my cock into your ass after I spank it to a pretty pink color.”

  She should have been more surprised, but instead she realized she was turned on. Relaxing, she nodded and cocked her hips to present her ass for him. The pleasure in his eyes made her glad she chose that route. Before Mack could move back to his place behind her, a heavy palm landed on the curve of her ass, making her jump.

  “You should see how good my handprint looks on your ass, duchess. I think we should consider a tattoo,” he said as he ran his hand soothingly over the stinging skin.

  Grunting her disapproval, she clenched her ass under his hand. Mack pinched the soft inside of her thigh. “Don’t worry, baby, he’ll get your handprint tattooed on his ass before I’ll let him tattoo your perfect skin.”

  Soft lips kissed her tailbone, and another hand came down on the opposite cheek. “He’s right though, your ass looks as pretty as I expected it to with handprints on it.”

  A buzzing sound filled the air at the same time as her ass was slapped again. It was hard to focus when so many things were happening at once. One of them slid the buzzing vibrator between her legs to skim over her swollen clit, and she screamed behind the gag. If it weren’t for the ties holding her in place she would have shot off the bed entirely.

  “I think she’s ready now,” Ryker said huskily, but Mack just laughed.

  “Oh no, she’s far from ready. She’s going to come a couple of times so there’s no chance she’ll forget who she belongs to. Why don’t you taste her pussy first, while I’m stretching her ass,” Mack directed.

  She clenched without thinking and suffered another sharp pinch to her inner thigh. Distracted with cursing Mack, she let out a growl of pleasure when Ryker crawled underneath her and positioned his face in perfect alignment with her slit. She let her legs spread a bit, sinking down on his teasing tongue, as she sighed with relief.

  The finger pushing into her anus was unexpected, but not unpleasant. It stung, but no more than the clamps on her nipples, and she had tried anal sex a few times in her life. She knew fighting or resisting the intrusion would just make it uncomfortable, so she forced herself to relax. Ryker’s swift tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy made that particular task a little easier.

  She felt the rising swell of her impending climax as Mack continued to stretch her tight ass, and Ryker feasted on her pussy flesh. Dreading the end of the buildup, she fought it for as long as she could. When Mack realized what she was doing he jammed another finger in her ass and reached underneath her to tug at the dangling chain. Just like plucking a string on a harp, she burst in a crescendo of sensations. Her pussy gushed onto Ryker’s waiting face, but he didn’t slow his wicked tongue, and before she knew it she was shifting away from his searching mouth because her clit was so sensitive.

  “That was beautiful, Claudia. Now we’re going to switch places and I’m going to get to taste you while Ryker fucks you with a plug,” Mack talked through the steps calmly, and she wondered if he did it just to ease her nerves. He seemed to be very deliberate in his motions, and it warmed her to the core that he cared about how she was adjusting to everything.

  The two men swapped spots, but because Mack’s shoulders were a little wider than Ryker’s, she found herself feeling even more exposed. Mack didn’t just tease and torment with his tongue. He used teeth and fingers, and even his nose nudged at her tender clit.

  To her side, she felt Ryker’s hesitancy as he diddled her ass, and stroked his hands up and down her back. She wondered silently if it was because he didn’t want to fuck her ass, or if it was because Mack was sucking her clit right underneath of where he worked. She didn’t even realize she had tensed up until Mack paused in his torment and grumbled.

  “If you’re not going to enjoy this, sweetheart, I can get out a few other toys to keep you focused on pain if not pleasure.”

  Shoving her knees as wide as possible, she pushed her cunt down onto his face and tried to focus on him instead of her own self-doubts. Ryker seemed to have been jarred out of his hesitation by Mack’s comment, and he was rubbing the plastic butt plug against her tiny opening, teasing her with it.

  “You have a beautiful ass, duchess. So perfectly shaped, and this tiny pink hole makes me ache. I can’t wait to see how hot it is when I sink my cock in it,” he murmured as he pushed the tip of the plug past her tight muscles. She whimpered but pushed back on it, until the widest part popped into place and she absorbed the overwhelmingly full feeling it caused. “Oh God, I wish you could see how perfect this looks, Claudia. Your body just opened up for me, and swallowed the plug like a champ. Fuck this, Mack. I can’t take this much longer.”

  Mack’s responding chuckle against her sensitive pussy, and Ryker’s dirty talk, sent her over the edge of reason again and she bucked on top of him as she came into his mouth. Her jaws were aching from biting down on the gag so hard, and her body was completely limp with exhaustion when he moved out from underneath her. She could feel the ripples of her inner muscles gripping the plug and spasming to hold it close.

  When her gag suddenly loosened and fell free, she let out a sigh of relief, and licked her dry lips. Mack pressed a kiss to her temple, and released her arms, turning her gently onto her back, and reaching for the nipple clamps. “This is going to hurt more coming off than it did going on, sweetheart.”

  Tears suddenly filled her eyes and she fought to hold them back. “So that’s it then?”

  He jerked on the chain, and Ryker let out a growl as he moved in on her other side, “What are you talking about, duchess? We’re far from finished.” He grabbed his denim covered cock straining behind his snug jeans, and gestured to Mack’s similar state. “Do you
really think either one of us is ready to call it quits yet?”

  Shaking her head, she managed a small smile before Ryker’s lips met hers. He was oh so gentle with her, and she felt hot tears slipping out of her eyes. “Don’t cry, lover. We’ll take care of you,” he whispered as he wiped her tears from her cheeks.

  “Claudia, I need to take these clamps off, but you have to brace yourself, because it will hurt, baby.” Mack ran his fingertip over the swell of her breast as he waited for her to nod her go ahead. When he tugged the clamp off one nipple she screamed, and a fresh wash of tears poured out of her eyes. She barely noticed the second clamp coming off because pain narrowed her whole world into a red haze.

  “Fucking hell! Those are torture devices!” she moaned, reaching to rub at her nipples. Her hands were batted away by the brothers who each took one nipple in their mouth delicately. Kisses, licks, and sweet tender touches eased the burning pain and before long it had shifted into a burning need in her pussy.

  When Mack released her tit, he stood and began removing his jeans. The sight of his thick cock popping free made her whimper with need, and she reached for him, surprised when he held her off.

  “If you touch me now, sweetheart, I’ll come all over your hand instead of deep inside your ass. Ryker, get your clothes off. Our woman needs your cock.”

  Lightning fast, Ryker stripped his jeans off and was flat on his back on the bed, moving her on top of him. She braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted her hips to line her pussy up with his hard cock. Smiling up at her, he held it in place, and encouraged her, “That’s it, duchess. Right there. Fuck, you feel perfect. I think I’m in heaven.”

  Full of cock and butt plug, Claudia was feeling the heavenly sensations too, and she heard her own voice pleading with him to fuck her hard and fast. The grimace on his face proved how hard he was struggling to maintain his control. Mack began playing with the butt plug in her ass, his hand holding her firmly astride Ryker’s cock. After a few easy thrusts in and out of her anus, he tugged the plug free and set it aside for cleaning. Rising up over her, she heard him pop open the lube and coat his cock with it.

  “This is going to seem like too much, baby, but I promise you can take us both. Do you still have the key?” His hot breath skittered over her ear as he whispered to her, and she nodded, holding out her hand to prove she still held the object in question. “Good. We’re going to need it later, because Ryker and I are going into business together. After we finish fucking you into oblivion.”

  The broad head of his cock pressed into her most private recesses. She tried hard not to fight it, but her body clamped down on both cocks as they stretched muscles that had never been stretched simultaneously. Crying out, she arched her back, trying to ease the pain and the stretch. When it finally stopped, she was gasping for air, fuller than she had ever been in her life, and riding the edge of climax. One little push and she would fall over the edge.

  That one push came by way of a thrust from Mack. Followed by a thrust from Ryker, back and forth they see-sawed in and out of her body. Setting off orgasmic ripples that sang in her blood and drew screams from her throat. Heart racing, body swaying, she rode the tidal wave of sensation.

  She felt them tighten. She heard them cry out. But she never registered their orgasms because she fainted dead away after her fourth orgasm.

  “Do you think we should wake her?”

  “No, be quiet. She needs her rest.”

  Claudia could hear them whispering over her, but she couldn’t force her eyes open. Her body was just too tired. Instead she listened to their conversation, relishing the way they sandwiched her in the bed. Waking up every day for the rest of her life would be absolutely perfect.

  “That was fucking awesome, Mack. If that’s what this BDSM shit is about, I think I need to visit that club of yours.”

  “Ryker, sex isn’t all it’s about, but if you’re interested we’ll set up a time to go. I think Claudia would be intrigued by some of the things available there.”

  “So how do you think she’ll react when we move in here this weekend?”

  Trying not to react to the question was particularly difficult, and when she felt their bodies jerking with laughter she cracked one eye open. Both of them were watching her face, and Mack shook his head.

  “We knew the instant you woke up, baby. Don’t pretend.”

  Frowning, she tucked her face deeper into Ryker’s shoulder and murmured, “Doesn’t mean you get to decide when you move in here without me. And since when did you decide to start a business with Ryker?”

  Looking pleased, Mack’s smile widened, “So you did hear me. I wasn’t sure you were still cognitive when I mentioned that. Yes, my little brother has convinced me that with his help in sales and bookkeeping we can rebuild my business. Of course, we could use someone experienced in business marketing to assist us. Know anyone who is interested?”

  She winked up at him, and shrugged, “I’ll ask around.”

  “So does this mean we’re moving in or not, because I’m sick to death of sleeping on that broken down sofa in the cabin?” Ryker interrupted.

  Laughing, Claudia rose up to press a kiss to his mouth. “I love you, Ryker Thompson.” Mack sat up behind her, and she twisted to accept a kiss from him too. “And you, Cormac Thompson. I would love to have you both move in here. In fact, I have a whole list of projects I could use your help with, so it will be like having live in handymen.”

  Her teasing earned her a spanking, and another round of loving, but this time it was gentle and sweet. Instead of staking a claim on her, they were wallowing in their shared love. The future couldn’t be predicted, but like her father advised, the only day she could live for was today, and she had a desire to squeeze every drop of happiness out of this life she could.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Sawyer Brooks, you did not just give me a child with a dirty diaper!” Rachel bellowed across the yard at her husband as he darted away from her with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Fuck a duck, that douche-canoe. He’s always doing that to me.”

  Zoey and Claudia both laughed as Rachel carried her giggling toddler toward the house to freshen her up. “My three men better not get any ideas. That won’t fly at our house,” Zoey said, giving her husbands the stink eye across the picnic table as she rubbed her hand over the tiny pooch of her lower abdomen. They had just announced the surprise pregnancy last weekend, so it was still new and exciting for everyone.

  Dalton winked at her, “We’ve already worked that part out, pretty lady. Clint is getting all of the diaper duties because Tanner and I are too pressed for time to do them.”

  “What the hell?” Clint hollered, and everyone at the table roared with laughter.

  “In all seriousness, Zoey, your men are more likely to fight you for the right to get their hands on the baby. Sawyer’s always been a special duck,” Rogan said, patting Zoey’s hand.

  Sawyer waved from the front porch where he was now nuzzling Rachel’s neck and stroking their daughter’s pretty burnt amber curls to make up for his error. Claudia felt pure joy at the warmth of her friends and family that surrounded her.

  Behind her the old farmhouse that once needed a little love, was gleaming with fresh paint from shingles to cellar, and the old maple tree hung over her head, neatly trimmed and waiting for tiny hands and feet to climb to the top. Across the wide yard, Ryker and Mack stood over the barbecue grill animatedly chatting with her father, and the other two Brooks brothers.

  The picnic was to celebrate the completed updates on the house, as well as the opening of Tan Your Hyde Leatherworks. Until now all of the orders had been lovingly created in the garage, while Ryker and Claudia turned one of the bedrooms into an office of sorts. When her father found out they were working out of their home, he tried to gift her one of the many empty properties that Schmidt was selling. It was only after Mack threatened to go on strike that she declined the generous offer and purchased the building outright. Now t
hey would have a home for their business, and a home for their new family.

  Her eyes dropped back to Zoey’s midsection and she felt nauseous. God help her, she wasn’t ready for that yet, but having accepted her men’s proposal, she was currently also trying to plan a wedding for next spring.

  “Claudy?”

  Her mother’s voice drew her from her thoughts. Linda and Gaven Schmidt had become regular visitors to Stone River ever since their daughter settled in permanently and Gaven’s doctor recommended he retire from his position as CEO. They had even begun renovations on one of the Schmidt Properties themselves with the intent of turning it into a place to stay when they visited. Claudia had taken over supervising the renovations on that project as well, against all advice. Perhaps she was taking on too much, but she was passionate about all of her projects.

  In that sense, her father had been exactly right. The life she had before wasn’t a life. It was an existence that brought her no joy. Spending every night between the two Thompson brothers made her happier than she ever imagined possible, and add in the fact she was doing jobs she enjoyed now, and her life was nearly perfect.

  “How are the boys doing, honey?” her mom asked, concern showing in her hazel green eyes. “Did they get everything settled with the nursing home?”

  Six weeks ago, Judy Thompson passed away peacefully in her sleep. Two days after meeting her future daughter-in-law. It was a pleasant surprise that she was in a fairly clear mental state that day, and Claudia wished with all her heart that she had gotten more time to know her. Ryker and Mack took it pretty hard, but the three of them had pulled together to support each other.

  “Yeah, they got it all straightened out, and all of Judy’s stuff was shipped down here. It’s still in boxes in the cellar for now. They aren’t ready to go through it just yet,” she explained. The chill on the breeze harbored the seasonal change from summer to fall, and Claudia couldn’t believe how much her life had changed over the summer.