by Lily Harlem
I dragged in a deep breath and took a long drink of my iced water. No, there was no going back from what I’d just done. Soon, Damon would have my wildest fantasy written before him in explicitly graphic detail. The only question was—would he act upon it?
I didn’t have to wait long. Three days after episode 184 hit the shelves, Damon came in from work and announced he’d invited San for dinner. That in itself wasn’t unusual. San spent a lot of time with us. But the way Damon skimmed his tongue over his lips and shifted from foot to foot warned me that San could expect considerably more than dinner this evening.
The meal of rice and masala was a success. San, as always, praised my cooking and stated he longed for the luck of Damon in finding the perfect wife.
I smiled my thanks and stood to clear the table.
“Leave that, Siyàra, I will do it,” Damon said, quickly standing.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He touched a finger to my cheek and smoothed it down to my chin. “Why don’t you go into the bedroom. I wish to speak to San alone.”
Obediently I left the room and shut the bedroom door to give the men their privacy. One half of my brain said they were discussing the family business, the other half shouted they were planning what to do with my body, which was at Damon’s command now I was within these four walls.
Heat pooled in my pelvis, and my breaths were shallow as I tidied away jewellery I’d left scattered on the dresser. As I drew the curtains against the fading light, my nipples grew tight and hard, scraping against my bra. Memories of Harita’s time with Madan and Talin filled my mind. It had been a very graphic episode.
I fidgeted and fussed in the room for a whole half an hour before the door opened.
Damon stepped in, his face creased as if he held in a worry.
“Sir,” I said, quickly jumping up from the bed on which I’d been perched.
“My beautiful Kamini.” He stepped up to me and cupped my cheeks in his palms. “You know I love you with all my heart, and I enjoy our games very much.”
I nodded and stared up into his eyes. I swear I could see the perfectness of his soul whenever I gazed into them.
“Tonight I need you to trust me and obey me more than you ever have before.”
I nodded again.
“It will be wonderful, incredible, a dream come true for me, but you must remember the safe word, Murshidabad. If you want it to stop, you must say that word, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
He grinned. “With your pleasure?”
Brushing my lips over his, I murmured, “Absolutely.”
He kissed me back, a hard, passion infused mating of mouths, and when he pulled away, I could see he’d slipped into role—he had set his jaw and tightened his moist lips into a straight line.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered in his gruff dom voice. “And lie on the bed.”
Quickly I did as he asked, dropping my sari to the floor, unhooking my bra and shucking off my panties.
He leaned over me as I stretched out with my head nestled in the soft pillows. “Exquisite, as always.” He bent to my breast and suckled my nipple into his mouth.
I arched, reaching for more, and slotted my hands into his thick hair. He sucked harder, licked and tugged the tight bud until I whimpered and squirmed.
He released me suddenly and strode to the door. “San,” he called down the corridor. “I would like to share something with you.”
The knot of lust in my stomach tightened and my heart tripped over itself. This was it. I’d set this up when I wrote Harita’s adventure with Madan and Talin. Now, the very same thing was going to happen to me with my husband and his brother. It was crazy, this control I had as a submissive, and it made it all the sweeter, all the more delightful. I also knew that my feeling so excited at the prospect of being loved by two men meant I was indeed a very, very bad girl!
San stepped into the room, his broad shoulders tense and his face serious.
“Brother,” Damon said, gesturing to me. “Kamini is happy to oblige my every desire, and tonight I desire her to show you her body and all of its delights.”
San glanced at me, but not at my naked form, at my face. It was as though he were asking for my permission. I had no doubt he and Damon had discussed what was about to happen—they were as close as two brothers could be—but still, he needed affirmation from me that this was okay.
I smiled and provocatively stroked a long lock of my hair and rested it on my nipple.
San stuck out his tongue and swept it over his lower lip, leaving a soft sheen of moisture.
“She is very beautiful, don’t you think?” Damon said, stepping right up to the bed and plucking the curl from my nipple.
“Indeed,” San said, his attention now on my breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly with each excited breath I took. “Incredibly beautiful.”
“You may touch her,” Damon said.
San again looked at me.
“It is not up to her,” Damon said, his voice stern. “She is mine to do with as I wish. I explained that to you already, and Kamini…” He paused and twirled a finger around my nipple, pinched it and pulled it to full tautness once more.
I gasped.
“Kamini knows this is the case. It is what we agreed from the beginning.”
San stepped up to the bed, and I stared at his dark, lustful expression as he watched his brother toy with my nipple. His fascination was obvious and confirmed to me that this was the first time he’d seen a naked woman in the flesh.
“Take her other one,” Damon said. “She likes it tugged and rolled like this.” He pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger and pill-rolled my sensitive stalk just the way he knew I liked. Until it hovered on the point of pain.
Sighing, I fluttered my eyes shut and writhed for more.
Suddenly there was another set of fingers on me, tweaking my opposite nipple.
“She is so soft,” San whispered as if in awe.
He was creating the same, luscious sensations Damon was generating, and I sighed deeply to show him he was doing it right.
“Yes,” Damon agreed. “She is soft inside and out.”
I opened my eyes and saw pride in Damon’s face as his gaze trailed down my naked body. My heart almost burst with the pleasure I could give the man I loved.
“Sir,” I whispered, my pussy twitching with the need for him to touch me there. I wanted us to share our love in the most physically explosive way we knew how.
“She is always hot for it.” Damon chuckled and sat on the bed. He settled his big hands over my thighs. “Open up, I want to show San your chut.”
Amidst the torrent of emotions I was experiencing at having my legs parted to allow another man to study my intimate feminine folds, I recalled writing that line. “Open up, I want to show…” except Talin had been replaced with San, “your pussy.”
Cool air wafted over my heated, exposed flesh as Damon kept on spreading my legs wider and wider. My hip joints stretched, and he bent up my knees, revealing all of my flesh to his and San’s eyes.
“Sit down,” Damon said to his brother and nodded at the bed just below my feet.
Inside I squirmed. Damon had seen my deep, rose-coloured flesh many times. He’d made it glisten with arousal and admired its contrast against my jet-black pubic hair. But to have San studying me so closely was like a new caress, a forbidden fruit out of which I had no choice but to take a bite. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pushed my head back on the pillow and surrendered to their inquisitive eyes drinking up my wanton, needy pussy.
“She is so very neat,” San said. “You are indeed a lucky man.”
I was aware of one of them trailing a finger up my inner thigh. Damon?
“Yes, she is perfect, and incredibly responsive.” As he spoke, the finger slid upwards and expertly penetrated my pussy.
Groaning, I tilted my
pelvis, searching for pressure on my G-spot.
“She certainly is,” San said, wonder in his voice.
“Feel her inside,” Damon said, withdrawing what I now knew was his finger.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, she is mine to give you.”
For a moment, my pussy wasn’t being touched. Then the tip of a hesitant finger traced down from my clit through my soft folds. I was tempted to reach for my clit and circle it hard and fast, but I knew if I did that without permission I would be punished. Instead, I whimpered in frustration, shifted my shoulders and tensed my thigh beneath Damon’s hand.
Damon chuckled. “You are driving her wild, San. Don’t be so nervous of touching a woman. I have given her to you, so when you have your own bride you will know just what to do.”
“And for that I’m grateful.”
Opening my eyes, I saw a look pass between the two of them. A look of mutual trust and understanding.
I don’t have time for brotherly bonding.
“Oh, please, Sir,” I begged, unable to keep the whine from my voice.
Damon glanced at me, tightened his lips and shoved my leg higher, so my knee was right up against my side. “Be quiet. We are enjoying touching you. This is not about your pleasure.”
Oh, but it was—they were driving me wild, drawing out the preliminaries.
Suddenly, two hands and ten digits were on my pussy. Probing and exploring, penetrating and easing out my tender clit from its hiding place. I bit on my bottom lip, fearful of making a sound that would stop the deliciousness of being so thoroughly worshipped by two men. I was sopping wet, my cream thick, its scent pungent in the air.
“Have you taken her there?” San asked.
One of them circled my anus with a finger—probably Damon—and instantly I jolted from the intimate touch over my virginal hole.
“No, she is not ready,” Damon said. “I will have to spend time stretching and preparing her with a plug.”
Oh, my, that was new and nothing to do with Harita.
Damon settled his finger at the very centre of my tight rosebud and exerted a gentle pressure. I whimpered and jerked my pelvis.
“You see, it will take time for her to accommodate me there, but you may take her chut tonight,” Damon said, a note of pride in his voice at being able to give his brother such a gift.
“Thank you,” San said.
The pressure left my anus, and the stretching in my pussy increased as another finger was added. I had no idea how many or whose fingers were stroking my internal walls, easing into delicate flesh.
“She’s tight, though,” San said.
“Don’t worry, you won’t hurt her. I’ve been there many times. But one thing, you must not spill your seed inside her.”
San nodded and stood from the bed. Some of the fingers in me must have been his, because my pussy felt emptier as he moved away. Damon continued to caress me gently, and I glanced up at San as he shucked off his clothes.
He was the same build as Damon, though his chest was slightly hairier and his biceps not quite as defined. He fisted his erect cock and smoothed his thumb over the end, which was dark and mushroomed and bobbed within his fist. It was a glorious cock, every bit as big and beautiful as my husband’s.
“You want San, don’t you, Kamini?” Damon asked, his gaze penetrating mine.
I didn’t know whether to say yes or no.
If I said yes, it was admitting the lust I felt at this moment for a man who was not my husband. If I said no, I would be disobeying my master, plus it would embarrass him in front of his brother.
“I want whatever you want,” I said, clawing the sheets as the need to caress my clit built to overwhelming proportions.
“You are mine to give to whom I wish.” He brushed his thumb over my clit, and I almost bucked off the bed in delight. “It will make me very happy to see you with my brother, to see him learn from you the delights of entering a woman.” He applied a strong, deep touch over my needy nub, not moving, just pressing.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted. “That is what I want, to serve you, to please you, and if San entering me is what you wish, then that is what I wish, too.”
“Very good.” He pulled his hand from my pussy.
I twisted my head this way and that, the loss making me desperate.
Suddenly San was climbing on top of me. His lips hovered over mine, and his cock kissed my entrance.
“San,” I murmured, sliding my hands over his sweat-laced shoulders. “Please, push into me, don’t be scared.”
He didn’t need asking twice. In a near violent thrust, he pounded to the hilt. His guttural groan mixed with my shout of shock and pleasure. It was a very good thing he hadn’t been let loose on a virgin. He would have torn her.
“Oh, yes,” San ground out through gritted teeth.
His body stilled with his cock buried deep inside me and he let out a shivering exhalation. As if not content with his depth, he jolted his hips farther into me, and his balls slapped against my bum.
“She feels incredible, doesn’t she?” Damon said, smoothing hair from my face and pressing a kiss to my cheek.
I dragged in a hot breath as my heart thudded violently. The scent of my arousal and San’s hot body mixed with Damon’s unique bergamot aftershave was the most erotic smell I’d ever experienced.
San withdrew almost completely then shoved back in. I turned my face to Damon and received his kiss even though my head was jolted up towards the headboard.
“Ah, this is wonderful, thank you, brother,” San groaned, locking his arms straight, looking down and studying his cock gliding through my pubic hair and the dark folds of my pussy.
“It’s my pleasure,” Damon said, straightening and dropping his trousers to his ankles. He delved into his underwear and pulled out his erect cock. “Open up,” he ordered, cupping my nape in his big hand. “You will suck my lavDa while San fucks your chut.”
I nodded. I’d known this was coming—it was how Harita had been taken.
San grabbed my breast and began to knead, and I gasped in delight. His hips were thrusting to a good, steady rhythm, his pubic bone rubbing wonderfully on my clit.
Stretching my mouth wide, I took the smooth crown of Damon’s cock onto my tongue and exerted just enough suction to draw a rumbling moan of approval from his chest.
“Oh, fuck, that is so horny,” San groaned. His gaze had settled on my mouth, and his eyes were wide. “Does it feel good?”
“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” Damon said, his voice tight and strained.
Keen to offer San the best show possible, I employed all my oral sex techniques on Damon’s luscious cock, scooping the tip of my tongue into his slit and around the glans then rapidly flicking across his sensitive frenulum until he dug in his fingers tightly at my nape.
“Slow down, it’s not time yet, Siyàra,” he hissed.
But my own orgasm was getting ready to fly, and I sensed San’s was, too. His breathing was ragged, and his hips were pumping faster and faster.
“I can’t hold off,” San groaned.
It was time.
I circled the base of Damon’s cock with my fist and shoved him into my mouth. He took the hint and, knowing what I wanted, rammed to the back of my throat. I gagged as he hit delicate flesh, and that reflex seemed to please him all the more, encouraged him to abandon control and pump desperately in and out of my mouth.
My head spun. My body was completely overtaken by the two men blasting into me, taking me. I was at their mercy. The feeling of surrender and adoration was wonderful, blissful, it was like being in another dimension.
“Come, Siyàra, you must come now,” Damon shouted, withdrawing and thrusting back in, deeper than ever before.
The stern command tipped me over the edge, and I closed my eyes as I went into a sublime free fall of ecstasy. Wave after wave of deeply satisfying spasms rocked my pussy, gripping and tensing around San’s cock. I couldn’t cr
y out, my mouth was too full, but I knew Damon could tell I was doing his bidding by the wild writhing of my ravaged body and the chesty rumbles of delight tearing from me.
“That’s it, good girl,” he said, pride once again in his voice. “Good girl.”
I sank my nails into San’s biceps, my body jerking beneath his powerful thrusts as he pounded into me.
“It’s here, it’s here,” San yelled. He pulled from my pussy at the same time Damon pulled from my mouth.
I tore open my eyes and watched as each man fisted his cock and began rapidly masturbating. Both screwed up their eyes and bared their teeth, then in perfect unison warm strings of milky cum splattered onto my chest and belly.
“Ah, yes, yes,” San groaned, his eyes now wide as he watched his pleasure shoot onto my abdomen.
“Fuck, that looks good.” Damon’s wrist didn’t let up as his cum mixed with his brother’s.
An aftershock ravaged my body, and I writhed and groaned as the final drips were directed onto my breasts.
“Sweet Kamini,” Damon said breathlessly, releasing his cock and cupping my cheeks. He ducked his head and kissed me long and hard. “You are the most giving wife on the planet, and I adore you. Thank you for trusting me.”
I dragged my hands through his hair and pulled him close. I loved him so much. He was my everything, and to have allowed him to introduce his brother to the delights of a woman was a gift not many wives offered their husbands. Even modern wives.
“That was amazing,” San panted.
Damon broke our kiss and turned to his brother. “Kamini is the love of my life, and you are part of my soul, San, so I am happy to share with you. To give and receive pleasure with the two people I care about most in the world has been more beautiful than I ever thought possible.”
San dipped his head in acknowledgement then climbed off the bed. He reached for his clothes and began to dress.
I drew my legs together and looked at the pearly mess on my perspiring flesh. Trailing from my nipples to my navel, their cum glistened in the subdued lighting. It was such a sexy sight, all that desire and pleasure marking me as Damon’s to do with as he wished.
