Chapter 9 Cyrus
CYRUS
Ilap at her like a man starving, tasting the mixture of her sweetness and Ace’s release. It’s fucking intoxicating—this primal cocktail of our shared possession. Each stroke of my tongue claims her, marks her, binds her to us both.
Her thighs quiver against my face. She’s fighting it, but her body can’t lie. Not to me. Not when I can taste her surrender on my tongue.
My cock throbs painfully, already hard again despite just emptying down her throat minutes ago. Something about her breaks my limited control, shatters the fragile restraints I normally maintain.
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling back to admire her glistening, swollen cunt. My face is wet with her, and I don’t bother wiping it away. “I want her ass, brother.”
“Mount her then,” he instructs, his voice controlled where mine is ragged.
The way she’s stretched out on the bench, wrists and ankles secured, back arched—it’s fucking perfect.
“Get her ready,” I growl at Ace, my patience unraveling thread by thread.
Ace produces a small bottle from his pocket. The snap of the cap echoes in the pit. He coats his fingers generously, then circles her puckered entrance. Keira jerks against her restraints.
“No, please... I’ve never—”
“Shh, little dancer,” Ace murmurs, pressing one slick finger inside her ass. “Every part of you belongs to us now.”
I watch, mesmerized, as he works her open methodically—one finger, then two. My cock leaks at the sight of her resistance giving way to involuntary pleasure. Her protests fade to whimpers, then to reluctant moans.
“She’s ready,” Ace announces, his voice tight with restraint.
I climb onto the bench, positioning myself over her. My thighs bracket her bound form as I crouch above her ass. Ace takes my cock in hand, slathering it with lube before guiding me to her prepared entrance.
“Easy,” he warns as I press forward.
The tight ring of muscle resists, then yields. I push inside inch by agonizing inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me.
“Christ,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
I sink deeper into her ass, savoring each inch as her body yields to mine. The tight heat around my cock is almost unbearable—different from her pussy but just as fucking intoxicating.
“Stop,” Keira groans, her voice breaking as I push further inside. Her hands strain against the restraints, fingers clawing at empty air. “It’s too much.”
I pause, not because I’m inclined to mercy, but because I want to watch her process this new invasion. Her breathing comes in short, shallow pants. Sweat glistens on her skin, catching the red light that bathes us.
“You don’t mean that,” I growl, gripping her hips tighter.
I roll my pelvis slightly, not thrusting yet, just making her feel every thick inch stretching her ass. The sound that escapes her is a contradiction—pain and pleasure twisted together in a way that makes my cock throb inside her.
Beneath me, Keira’s body tells the truth her words won’t admit. Her back arches, pushing back against me despite her protests. When I withdraw slightly, then press deeper, she lets out a moan that’s pure need.
“Fuck,” she gasps, the word half-curse, half-plea.
That single syllable breaks something in me. I watch her face in the mirrors that surround us—the way her eyes roll back, lips parted, expression transformed to one of shocked pleasure. She’s fighting it, but her body craves this—craves us.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand, holding still inside her, making her acknowledge what her body has already confessed.
Instead of words, she pushes back against me, impaling herself deeper on my cock with a desperate whimper. Ace catches my eye, a rare smile playing at his lips. We both see it clearly—beneath the resistance and fear lies a hunger that matches our own.
I watch as Ace bends down, his mouth claiming Keira’s in a brutal kiss. When he pulls back slightly, I see the gleam in his eyes. He spits directly into her open mouth again.
“Swallow it,” he commands, and I feel her body shudder as she obeys.
My cock throbs deeper inside her ass as I watch her throat work in the mirror, accepting his offering. There’s something fucking beautiful about the way she takes our degradation—fighting it yet yielding all the same.
“You think this is intense?” Ace’s voice drops lower, almost conversational despite the savagery of the moment. “You’re going to take both of us now. A cock in your ass—” he nods toward me, still buried inside her, “—and a cock in that soaked pussy of yours.”
Her eyes widen, panic flashing across her features.
“I can’t,” she gasps. “That’s not possible.”
“You can,” I growl, grinding deeper into her ass. “And you will.”
Ace moves with that predatory grace of his, reaching for one of the standing mirrors positioned around the room.
He rolls it forward, angling it precisely until it’s directly in Keira’s line of sight in the mirrored wall.
In the reflection, she can see everything—her bound body, my larger form crouched over her, my cock disappearing into her ass.
When her eyes lock on the reflection, a moan tears from her throat—raw and unbidden. It’s not disgust or even pain anymore. It’s fucking need.
“Look at that,” Ace purrs, tilting her chin to ensure she can’t look away from the mirror. “You’re going to watch us take you, fuck you, fill you. Every. Single. Second.”
Watching herself being fucked seems to unlock something in her. Her resistance melts into a trembling surrender that makes my cock pulse inside her tight channel.
I pump slowly into her ass, savoring the tight grip of her body around me. Each thrust draws a trembling gasp from her lips—music to my fucking ears. The initial resistance has melted into something else entirely, her body learning to take what we give her.
“Good girl,” I growl, watching her face in the mirror. “Taking my cock so fucking well.”
Ace moves between her spread legs, his fingers finding her clit. He circles the swollen bud, making her jerk and writhe beneath me.
“Look how wet you are,” he murmurs, his voice carrying that analytical edge even now. “Such a filthy little slut for us.”
Her pussy glistens under his attention, cream coating his fingers as he works her. The sight of him touching her while I’m buried in her ass nearly pushes me over the edge. I slow my pace, determined to make this last.
Ace drops to his knees, replacing his fingers with his mouth. His tongue laps at her clit while his hands spread her wider for his access.
“Fuck,” I hiss, feeling her body clench around my cock at the new sensation.
I continue thrusting into her tight ass while Ace devours her pussy, his tongue working with the same precision he brings to everything. The dual assault leaves her gasping, body trembling between us as pleasure overwhelms resistance.
“She’s dripping,” Ace observes, looking up at me with his mouth glistening from her arousal. “Ready for more.”
I nod, understanding perfectly what comes next. We’ve always shared women, it’s what we do, but there’s something about Keira.
Ace rises to his feet, his cock standing proud and rigid against his stomach. He positions himself at her entrance behind me, the head of his cock nudging against her swollen lips. Her eyes widen in the mirror as she realizes what’s about to happen.
Keira’s body goes rigid beneath me.
“No, I can’t—please, it’s too much,” she whimpers, eyes wide with panic in the mirror.
Ace just smiles that cold, calculating smile that means he’s made up his mind. “You’ll take both of us, little dancer. Your body was made for this.”
He pushes forward slowly, that iron control of his never wavering as he breaches her pussy while my cock remains buried in her ass. The sensation is fucking indescribable—I can feel him through the thin barrier between us, feel the way her body stretches impossibly to accommodate us both.
“Fuck,” I growl, my hips jerking involuntarily. “So fucking tight.”
With each inch Ace claims, the pressure around my cock intensifies. It’s torture and ecstasy in equal measure, the feeling of her stretched around both of us, completely filled and utterly owned.
“Look at yourself,” Ace commands, gripping her chin to force her gaze to the mirror. “Look at what a greedy little whore you are, taking both our cocks.”
Her resistance crumbles as Ace bottoms out inside her. A broken moan escapes her lips, half-pain, half-pleasure.
“That’s it,” I snarl, my control slipping as I feel Ace’s cock throb against mine through that thin wall. “Take it all like the fucking slut you are.”
We begin moving in tandem, a rhythm we’ve perfected over years of sharing women, but never has it felt this intense, this primal. I feel Ace’s pace quicken, his usual control fracturing as it did at the club when we first saw her dance.
“Fuck her harder,” he orders me, his voice rough with rare emotion. “Make her feel who she belongs to.”
I comply, driving into her ass with punishing force while Ace rails into her pussy. Her moans rise to screams, her body trembling violently between us.
“That’s right, take those cocks,” I growl. “Stuffed full of us, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.”
“Our little fucking cockslut,” Ace hisses, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. “Made to be filled by us.”
Her body convulses between us, the rhythm of our thrusts pushing her higher until she suddenly tenses. A strangled cry tears from her throat, and then—fuck—she’s coming. But not just coming—she’s fucking squirting around Ace’s cock, her release gushing out.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl, watching in the reflection as her cream coats my brother’s shaft while her pussy spasms.
The sight of her losing control so completely shatters something in both of us. Ace’s careful precision crumbles, his head thrown back, jaw clenched as a primal groan rips from his chest. That sound—so rare from my controlled brother—pushes me over the edge.
“Take it,” I snarl, driving deep into her ass as my release hits like a fucking freight train.
My cock pulses, emptying hot and thick inside her. Through the thin barrier of flesh, I feel Ace’s cock throb in time with mine as he floods her pussy with his seed. We’re both breeding her, marking her from the inside.
“Such a goddamn good slut,” I pant against her sweat-slicked back, my hips still jerking involuntarily. “Taking both our cocks and coming like the whore you are.”
Ace’s fingers dig into her hips as he empties himself inside her. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, that rare vulnerability I only ever glimpse in moments like this.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough with uncharacteristic emotion. “Coming for us while we use you... just like you were made for this.”
Her body milks every last drop from both of us, her muscles contracting around our cocks as aftershocks ripple through her. The three of us remain locked together, panting, sweat-slicked, and joined in the most intimate way possible.