Natalie Acres (20 page)

“And he told you he was innocent.”

“He admitted to the robberies, like I said. He openly discussed what happened with his ex. Where are you going with this, Brock?”

“The man is a lunatic. I think he has the ability to make Stephen Pratchert look like he was twirling a baton and leading the way for the last Fourth of July parade. In short, I don’t think you know Mr. Cash Whitehead at all.”

“Your opinion,” Mitch said, checking his watch again. “He’s a good guy.”

“I disagree,” Brock said.

“What’d he say when you went to see him?”

Rory pointed at a barstool. “Pull up a chair, Mitch. There are a few things we need to tell you.”

Trixie strained to reach the chain above her head which wasn’t an easy task considering how the dildo danced whenever she switched positions.

Her pussy received several jolting jabs and she clenched around the toy. Trembling from the mix of pleasure and pain, she inhaled and exhaled. Damn it to hell, she was on fire!

“Brock!” she screamed. “Damn you! Come back!”

Beads of sweat peppered her brow. She could feel the moisture pooling in the small of her back as she swatted at the hook securing the handcuffs. Each time she grasped for the clasp, her fingertips brushed against the curve of the fastener and the bar wiggled, forcing her arms to give before she made any real progress.

At this rate, she’d pull too many muscles to make the effort worth her while.

“Brock? Rory? Mitch? Where the hell did you go?” She shivered as exquisite sensations surged through her channel. Her pussy vibrated around the dildo. She hoisted herself forward again, spurring the toy deeper inside her pussy.

“Ah,” she rasped, her head falling forward. “If I get my hands on the three of you…so help me!”

“So help you what, sub?” Mitch appeared in the room again.

She jerked forward. “Please, Dom. Please release me.”

“You agreed to fifteen minutes.”

“I did, Dom. I did.”

“Are you sure you can’t stand it any longer?”

“I wish I could but I just can’t.”

“You’ve surprised me, sub,” Mitch squatted next to her.

“I’ve surprised myself,” she admitted, jerking when his fingers slid around the head of the ginger bulb.

“Oh my God, that feels…”

“It feels what, sub?” Mitch asked, stilling under her.

“Sensational.”

He grinned. “Just you wait.”

“I can’t wait, Dom. I really can’t.”

Brock entered the room then with Rory right behind him.

“I’m glad I can count on the two of you,” she barked.

“Are you going to let her get by with such sass?” Mitch asked.

“No,” Brock replied, the emergence of his dominant side difficult to ignore. He strode over to one of the toy boxes and dipped his hand inside. He revealed a flogger a second later, one with a multitude of straps attached to the end.

Mitch removed her harness and set about dislodging the thick dildo, taking extraordinary pains in sliding the toy forward and back. Her walls caved as he used her juices to lubricate the artificial shaft and totally disarmed her senses.

“I could come,” she whispered.

“But you won’t,” Brock said, swatting her pussy with the flogger.

“Sir!” she cried out. Her back bowed from the pressure.

“You want more?”

“No, Sir,” she whispered.

“What do you want, Trixie?” Rory asked, accepting a small key from Mitch.

“I want you.”

Rory unlocked the cuffs and lowered the raised metal bar. Once she was free, he massaged her wrists and said, “I’m very proud of you.”

“I’m proud of me, too,” she admitted.

“Don’t praise yourself,” Brock said, swatting her waxed mound again.

Mitch pointed to the door. “I think we’ve had enough excitement in here today. What do you think, sub?”

“I agree, Dom. Now, if the three of you would be so kind…I need to be fucked.”

Brock’s lips quivered. “If you would be so kind, bend over and grab hold of your ankles.”

Trixie turned on him. “You can’t be serious. My bottom is on fire because of that damned ginger and you want to spank me?”

“You’ll love him for it,” Mitch promised. “And don’t sass your owners.”

“I’m not owned.”

“Earlier, you liked the idea,” Rory pointed out.

She turned her gaze sharply at Rory. “Since when did you side with them?”

“Since I realized what kind of good loving you hold in store for us once you’re properly trained,” Rory replied, touching her lower back. “Now bend over and touch your toes like a good submissive.”

“I want her to grip her ankles,” Brock snapped.

Trixie grunted. “Like it makes a difference.”

“You heard the man,” Rory said.

Trixie took a deep breath and bent over her knees and locked her fingers around her ankles. A quick whip of wind was the only warning she received before Brock flogged her.

He wasn’t gentle. The repetitive swats weren’t executed with care. But by God they were marvelous.

Each time he struck her ass, she released a heavy breath, practically cherishing those strikes and hoping for one more as the heat between her cheeks left her longing for anal penetration.

“Don’t stop now, Sir.” Her heart was pounding. The hopeful promise of another strike left her body in an arc, her bottom higher than before.

Brock delivered a softer swat. “I aim to please.”

“But I’ve been so bad,” she crooned, shaking her bottom and maintaining her position. “Just another one.”

“I’m seconds away from fucking that pretty ass,” Mitch admitted.

Good. Maybe she was getting somewhere after all.

“Stand up,” Brock said, dropping the flogger on the floor.

Trixie turned then and caught him adjusting the package in his jeans. A slow smile crept across his face.

“You’re enjoying this. Aren’t you, sub?”

“I feel like I’ve waited all my life for this moment.”

“Such a vixen,” Rory rasped, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder.

With her ass in the air, she expected another spanking. Instead, Rory massaged her cheeks, caressing her bottom as he carried her to Mitch’s bedroom.

Once they were there, he lowered her to the bed. His palms flattened on either side of her hips. He kissed her as he pushed her against the mattress, working her camisole higher until the material bunched around her neck.

“Lift your arms,” he ordered her in a gruff voice, pulling the shirt away from her body.

She followed his lead and stripped.

“Now then,” he whispered across her lips. “This is where it gets interesting.”

Crawling down the length of her body, Rory wasted no time in situating himself between her legs. He spread her pussy lips with his strong fingers. Licking her center, he took his time with slow and easy strokes. He lavished her with oral affection, kissing her center, fingering her hard clit, and nudging her with his nose or thumbs.

Trixie squirmed but Rory remained devout in his delivery, never allowing her to guide or rush him. She pumped her hips, trying to encourage a full-fledged assault, but her effort was in vain. He took his own sweet time, eating her pussy as if he were pulling up a chair to a five-course meal and planned to savor every delectable taste, each divine nibble.

“You’re killing me!” she screamed, jackknifing.

In an upright position, she pleaded with him without saying a word. They locked in this knowing gaze, one he’d certainly recognize. She would grovel for a fulfilling finish.

“Lie back, sub,” Brock said, placing his hands on her shoulders and giving her a gentle push. Dragging his lips over hers, he whispered, “Behave. You’ll be properly rewarded. I promise.”

He stepped away then and undressed by the bed. She watched Rory with fierce devotion as he continued teasing her, driving her to the brink of an orgasm but refusing to finish his grand performance while his face was buried between her legs.

Mitch joined them, naked and glorious. He was just as handsome as the last time he had taken her to his bed. Still, she felt cheated. He’d taken away some of her pleasure by stripping away her opportunity to undress him.

“You’re so beautiful, sub,” Mitch said, cupping her cheek. Dragging his thumb over her lip, he glanced at Rory but then straddled her chest. His cock rested between her breasts and he played with her nipples, pinching or twirling them before caressing them with the pads of his fingers.

Splendid new sensations flew through her body, tantalizing her nerve endings as his hands continually pampered her. He stared at her lips, moistened his, and leaned in for a kiss.

Mitch wasn’t one for romance, but the kiss he initiated ranked high on her list of most ravenous kisses. He framed her face and his tongue moved from side to side, gliding inside her mouth before twirling in a beautiful sequence with her tongue.

Breathless, she drew him closer. A moan slipped from her lungs and she embedded her fingers in his hair, raking her fingernails across his scalp. She tried to bring him still closer, more determined to hold him in place.

She wanted his kiss to last forever. She longed for reassurance he was there for the duration. And he’d never leave her again.

Her legs widened and Rory thrust inside her pussy. His tongue seemed to work in time with Mitch’s kiss and she was thrown into a realm of ecstasy she had never known.

Brock sat beside her. Rory took her to the brink once more only to leave her pumping her hips continuously with nothing there to sate the desire. His mouth was too far away now to soothe the burn.

Rory rose from between her legs. Mitch broke their kiss. Brock shifted his weight, hooking his arm over her head and staring down on her as if he appreciated her more than he ever had in the past or ever would in the future.

She wanted to stay locked in time, stuck in that very minute, but right when she was convinced their special moments together should be framed for safekeeping, they formed a tighter circle around her.

They kissed and caressed her. Their hands worked in tandem, moved in time as they scoured her body, exploring her flesh with circular patterns. Their fingers brushed up and down her torso. Their legs entwined.

Fingers pinched her nipples while other hands cupped her full breasts. As they probed her ass and pussy, she was left to long for a more fulfilling penetration.

Steady. Oh God, they were too slow and ever so steady as they fingered her, touched her, and acted as if they had orchestrated this night for well over a dozen years.

Sweet vibrations spiraled through her body as an unfamiliar level of hotness swept over her. She might as well have been leading them to her sex with one perpetual smoke signal, an intimate inferno destined to leave them all gasping for air, begging for one uninhibited drawn breath.

Their hands propelled over her then with fiery precision. Skill existed in their fingertips. Experience lingered in their actions. Their heated bodies came together then in a wicked decree, a declaration of sorts. The combustion was a mix of love and lust, a dance of intimacy too wild to name.

In the end, Rory took the position behind her. Mitch and Brock towered over her.

Then, to her surprise and her inexplicable pleasure, Mitch and Brock locked their arms and entered her pussy together.

She gasped then whimpered, purring out in divine acceptance. She was unaccustomed to such a wide impalement, but her body stretched and welcomed the intrusion more with every stroke.

Rory worked his cock inside her ass, taking her an inch at a time.

Her gaze darted between men as she took in the picture, too pretty to paint, too erotic even for her naughtiest fantasies. This kind of loving was too hot, too delicious, and far too exquisite to have ever imagined.

Daydreams wouldn’t have done the act justice.

They moved together, stroking her at the same time. Rory penetrated her from behind, pushing the weight of his cock in and out as his breathing became reckless, far from controlled.

Mitch stared down at her pussy. Then, his head dropped over his shoulders. Brock flattened his hand against Mitch’s arm, steadying himself as they thrust inside her, each stroke heavier, harder, and reaching far deeper.

“More.” She practically sighed out her request.

Her head rolled from side to side. She closed her eyes as her orgasm rushed forward. The ginger had worked its magic, mixing with her bodily fluids to create a warming lubricant. The effects were sinful, wicked, and oh so intense.

“Come!” Mitch ordered, jerking forward.

He damn sure wouldn’t need to ask twice.

As if they were all in tune with one another, their bodies rocked and pumped. They fucked her with their own independent moves yet found their pleasure together.

The overwhelming surge of electric and thrilling vibrations empowered her. One orgasm came and another followed right behind. Each left her writhing between them as her body became theirs. She was, in every way explainable, strangely and totally owned by the only three men she’d ever truly loved.