Wicked Wonderland (12 page)

Looking down at herself, she had to admit her tits were pushed up beautifully by the ropes. The sight of her own large breasts bound and ready for Nick made warmth spread through her limbs, made her pussy burn. The constriction of the ropes heightened the sensitivity of her nipples. And when Kris brushed them with his hands, she jerked and let out a small yelp of pleasure. He reached between her thighs and shoved one finger inside her, and she groaned deeply.

Delirious in her hunger, she strained against the ropes. She squirmed impatiently as he slid down his Santa pants. His cock, which she remembered as being good-sized but not immense like Nick’s, looked thick and inviting as it sprang from his body. She strained forward, trying to catch the mushroom-shaped head of it with her tongue. But Kris kept it just out of reach.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Nick’s dark voice sent a shiver down her chest and through her belly, making the muscles of her pussy clench. They both turned to see him sitting on top of the chimney.

The moonlight brought the strong planes of Nick’s face into high relief. His eyes glittered with stark lust, and his jeweled wings lent a startling backdrop to his masculine physique.

He flew down to meet them on the roof. Tilting his head, he forced his wings to retract with a groan of pain. He hesitated a moment and then smiled at Kris.

“You’ve done a wonderful job of preparing her for me, lover.”

Chapter Six

Nick strode toward them with the fluid, masculine grace of an athlete.

Without another word, he drew Kris to him and pulled him in for a kiss. Just as it had ten years ago, the sight of them kissing triggered her arousal. Desire ripped through her and settled low in her belly.

Their kiss was full, openmouthed and beautiful. Nick pulled back and gently stroked the angular curve of Kris’s chin. Then his gaze slid to Lilly.

He knelt so he was face-to-face with her as she sat in the chair. Once they were at eye level, his mouth found hers. It was no gentle kiss but a powerful challenge that left her gasping for breath. She kissed him back, straining against her bonds, aching to wrap her arms around him.

Nick finished the kiss, then moved over to take Kris’s long cock in his hand. He gave it a few casual strokes that made her moan and pressed his thumb to the head of Kris’s cock, drawing it back until she saw the glistening precome. Then he gave Kris an order. “Suck those breasts!”

Carefully, Kris removed the clips, and she breathed a sigh as the blood flowed back to her sensitized buds. Kris ran his fingers lightly over her nipples, bringing sensation back where they had been numbed.

Then the blond fell to his duty, licking gently at first, then laving and sucking her breasts hard.

“Bring your pussy closer to the edge of the chair and spread your thighs.”

There was no humor in Nick’s demand, and she quickly moved to comply. As her mind cleared, she saw a fierce expression upon his face.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered. “Finger your wet cunt.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. Now she understood why her hands had been bound in front of her instead of behind, as she’d expected. The submissive desire to do his bidding overrode her shame at performing in front of both of them. Sure, she’d spent one week stripping professionally, but she hadn’t been expected to touch herself at Venus Girls. Humiliation made her cheeks heat as she lowered the fingers of her bound hands down to brush her curls. The mind game of being their plaything was one of her fantasies come true, and it sent a frisson of excitement rippling through her. Her clit throbbed, her pussy open and achingly hot.

The two men focused intently on her movements, their eyes filled with lust. In the moonlight, she gazed at their beautiful bodies, carved, cut and smooth as a dream. Their six-packs begged to be licked, but damn, she was still restrained. “Please untie me. I want to touch you, both of you!”

Nick eyed her with faux coldness. “You’re a very bad girl, Lillian Rudolph. I told you to touch yourself, and you will get nothing until you do as you are told.”

The darkness in his voice made her shiver. Obediently, she dropped her head and speared her finger through her lower curls. She opened her thighs farther and tried to relax. Her folds were slick and hot. The exhibitionism filled her with adrenaline. The squelching sound of her own fingers moving across her clit and the exotic scent of her own femininity heightened her sense of erotic humiliation and exposure. She closed her eyes and increased the speed of her fingers.

Kris gave a low groan. “Will you let her suck me, Sir, while she plays with herself?” he asked deferentially.

She hadn’t reached climax, but her eyes snapped open.

Nick gave him an almost imperceptible nod. Kris needed no further encouragement and stretched the waistband of his pants and boxers over the hump of his erection, bringing his crotch level with her mouth. Moving swiftly, he bunched her hair in one hand to hold her in place and smeared the angry purple bulb of his cock head across her lips. Her body quivered with both an emotional and physical reaction to what he was doing to her. Kris pulled his boxers and Santa pants off and kicked them away so that he stood before her completely naked.

Although his beauty awed her as always, she couldn’t stop herself from looking at the burn scar on his thigh.

Kris noticed her looking at it, and for a moment, his eyes darkened. He flinched, and once again she wondered when and how he had burned himself. He seemed embarrassed by his scar. But now was not the time to ask him about it.

After a moment, Kris seemed to shrug away his discomfort and edged closer to her.

Lilly groaned as he eased the smooth head of his cock into her mouth. His shaft was so warm, hard and thick. She opened her mouth wider and tipped back her head so he could press himself farther into her throat, and she smothered his length in wet heat.

Kris groaned loud and long. Nick’s harsh breathing sounded close behind her. The dominant men took control of her movements, Kris thrusting in and out of her mouth, Nick now standing behind the chair, pinching her nipples possessively and making her squeal and buck around Kris’s cock.

Being at their mercy made her desperate for a cock inside her pussy. Each thrust in her mouth rocked Lilly forward onto the ropes between her legs. The knots rubbed against her clit and anus. The rhythms sent her nipples sliding back and forth against the soft ties, and the harmony of it all shook her to the core, tumbling her toward another climax. It started as a ripple and then blasted along nerves endings, making her scream.

“Stop now, Kris.” Nick’s voice was a low, dangerous command. Kris went still, and Lilly rolled her head back as she struggled to recover her breathing, her whole body burning with the afterglow of orgasm.

“You know, it was kind of cruel of us to make her play with herself just using her hands.” Kris grinned as he spoke. “She’s really into vibrators, and we have so many here.”

“Really?” Nick’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “What kind of vibrators and dildos have you used, Lilly? Name them.” As he spoke, Nick began the process of untying her, and Kris muttered in that magic language she’d started to grow accustomed to hearing.

Lilly looked down at her hands. “I…I…just, you know, small, normal, plastic ones and…” She didn’t want to tell him what else she used. She couldn’t.

“You don’t want to hide anything from us now.” That dangerous note had entered Nick’s voice again.

Kris smiled kindly at her. “You know you can’t shock us, angel. We’re the toymakers.”

She glanced down and noticed a mattress now lay on the flat part of the roof. This must be what Kris had been conjuring. Kris gave her hand a quick squeeze and headed back over to the sleigh.

Nick raised one eyebrow. “Answer us, Lilly.”

She shuddered. Obviously, he would accept no more hesitation from her. “I’ve used a thinner, smaller dildo for my…” Her voice sounded weak and frail to her own ears. Weak with embarrassment.

Nick walked over to the hatch in the sleigh. He brought out another case, a silver one this time. Crossing over to Lilly, he opened it for her, revealing a range of thinner anal dildos and vibrators ranging in thickness, including butt plugs.

She nodded and gulped, more embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life. It was a secret she’d never imagined telling anyone.

Nick touched her cheek. “Baby, don’t be ashamed. The idea of you pleasuring your pussy and your sweet ass at the same time makes me so hard.” He gestured at his cock, and she saw it was stiff again. The length and thickness of it still amazed her even after having him inside her.

Kris returned to her side, a large, curved, glass dildo in his hand. It wasn’t quite as big as Nick’s cock, but it was close and truly a work of art. The shaft was clear glass molded into a series of beautifully shaped concentric circles with raised blue-and-green ribs, nubs on the side and a dark blue mushroom head.

Gorgeous but glass?

Uncertainty made her cringe. “Is a glass dildo, um, safe? It won’t…break?”

Kris balanced the glass dildo on his palm as though testing its weight. “It’s Pyrex, sweetheart. It won’t break. Couldn’t be safer or stronger.” He pressed the glass against her cheek, and indeed, it felt strong and solid.

Nick removed the last of the cords from around her breasts and legs until only one cord remained tying her to the chair. Her hands were still bound in front of her. He rubbed her nape and kissed the side of her face. “Do you feel all right, baby? Are you sore anywhere?” Gently, he began to massage her where she’d been tied.

She looked up at him, surprised. His sudden tenderness was a little shocking after his previous dominant tone. The concern in his voice touched something in her heart, and she struggled to speak. Finally, she managed, “No. I’m not sore, Nick. Really, I’m fine.”

Kris dropped to his knees to peer at her intimately again, making her groan. He rubbed the nubs on the side of the glass dildo against her clit, making her shudder. Then he probed her opening with the glass object. It slipped into her soaking snatch easily. The cool glass was smooth, and her pussy swallowed the fat circles inch by delicious inch. Having a man screw her with an object somehow made her feel objectified herself, in an erotic way. Each little nub on the side of the dildo gave added pleasure, making her whimper and buck.

Kris nudged the tip of the dildo against her G-spot, sending shiver after shiver of pure joy through her body, and yet still she wanted more. Even as she writhed in ecstasy, she ached to touch the two magnificent specimens of masculinity who played with her.

“Please,” she choked out. “Please uncuff my hands. Let me touch you.”

From the corners of her half-closed eyes, she saw Kris give a questioning look to Nick, who merely nodded. Kris smiled and untied her hands at last. He removed the last cord that bound her to the chair.

Once her hands were free, Nick took one and placed it on his shaft. His cock looked even larger in her small hand. Good God, the man was enormous. Had she really taken all that inside her? The skin was warm, soft velvet over hard metal. She moved her hand slowly up and down. Nick gave a sharp intake of breath and leaned in toward her. In a moment, he regained control and stilled her arm.

Nick took her hands in his. “I’m going to help you stand now. Keep the dildo in place with your cunt muscles. Don’t let it slide out.”

It was a direct order. He helped her rise to her feet. A momentary sense of panic took hold as the glass dildo started to slip, and she clamped down with her muscles to keep it in place.

Nick took a tube from the case; then he oiled up his fingers with some kind of lube. His slippery fingers slid over her sphincter in a barely there caress, making all her nerve endings jangle. As Kris continued to penetrate her with the glass dildo deep inside her, Nick’s fingers teased, tickled and caressed her anus, making her jump with pleasure. He circled her rosette, each circumference growing smaller and smaller as he drew closer to her hole, circling tighter and tighter until his slick finger pressed against her back entrance. Nick stopped and reached for a glass plug from the case, then held it up to the moonlight. It was a beautiful cobalt blue.

Nick’s hot breath brushed against her ear as he whispered to her, “Thinking about you all alone filling that tight little pussy and ass of yours with toys is driving me wild. This toy should stretch your ass just a little, so you’re fully prepared for…anything else that might happen tonight.”

He slipped the second glass toy inside her. For a moment, she felt fear, and her body wanted to resist. It burned even as it pleasured. She arched her back, trying to accept the penetration.

“Are you all right? Will you let me stretch you a little more?” Nick asked.

She couldn’t say no. She’d only ever used toys on herself. She’d never let a man use them on her before. But even as apprehension made her gut tighten, her body craved more. “Yes,” she whispered.

Nick stroked the plug in and out of her, gaining ground with each stroke. She felt so full. Kris thrust the other dildo inside her while his fingers worked on her clit.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Come for us. Come for us, beautiful Lilly. We love you, baby. Show us what we do to you.”

Her breathing changed at his words. She was so exposed, more naked than naked, both holes penetrated, the focus of all their lust and all their desire. Nick continued to thrust the plug in her ass while Kris’s fingers never stopped working her clit. The curved head of Kris’s dildo massaged her G-spot. The pleasure was so intense that stars filled her eyes, and then her body shook like a live wire. A scream caught in her throat. She managed to cry out at last, arching against Nick as she came.

Gently, both men pulled the toys out, and she fell against Kris, sobbing. He caught her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. At the same time, Nick kissed her neck.

“Oh, angel,” Kris said. “You are amazing. We adore you.”

It’s just pillow talk. They were brought up in the Fae Realm; they have a completely different concept of what love really is.