Chapter 17
Colton
Todd tilts his head at me, handing me the reins. I might be the quiet brother, but I’m the most dominant. “Today, we’ll explore this insane attraction between the three of us. We haven’t discussed limits, so Todd and I will tread carefully. We use the traffic light system as safewords. Expect us to check in often with you, but you should also use it if something isn’t working for you, okay?”
Savannah nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’ll use some toys and light bondage on you. We won’t use anything you can’t get out of if you really try. We also won’t leave any permanent marks on you. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Is there anything we need to discuss right now?”
I pause to give her time to consider.
“No, Sir.”
My cock lurches from half-mast to fully erect. This is really going to happen.
I turn to my brother. “In the bottom of my wardrobe, in a duffel bag, are some toys. Get me a set of cuffs, a butt plug, tweezer nipple clamps, and the red rope.”
Todd grins, rises, and saunters to the closet. Savannah follows his moves with her gaze and brushes her tongue over her bottom lip.
I suppress a groan. Even without purposefully trying, the naughty brat tests my control.
Todd returns with his hands full and drops it all on the bed.
“Strip for us.” I don’t wait for her to obey but pull my shirt over my head and drop it. For now, I keep my pants on. In my peripheral vision I see Todd doing the same.
I move to the nightstand and get some lubricant. Without turning to the bed, I inquire. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
At her confirmation, I turn and for the first time see Savannah naked. Her creamy skin glows in the soft light, and her silky hair cascades over her shoulders. Her magnificent, perky breasts—perhaps a C-cup—are adorned with erect pink nipples that resemble rose buds against the snow-covered ground. My gaze travels further south, taking in her lean yet feminine form, with a slight roundness to her belly that adds to her allure. Between the V of her thighs, neatly trimmed, dark blond hair invites me to explore further.
Savannah’s body is a masterpiece, and I can’t help but admire every curve and contour. Her skin looks irresistibly soft, and I imagine how it will feel under my touch.
I almost forget my task, but as Todd shifts behind her I’m back in the right mindset. “Isn’t our Starling gorgeous, Brother?”
“Yes.” Todd strokes the curve of her shoulder with the pad of his index finger. “The most beautiful woman in the world.”
Savannah’s eyes drift close, and she leans toward Todd.
“Be a good man and buckle the small cuffs around her wrists and the large ones above her knees.”
Once he’s done, I test the fit. Todd did a good job. It’s snug but doesn’t cut off her circulation. She could wear these for hours without a problem. “Still green.”
Her pupils almost swallow her irises, making her eyes look darker than usual. “Yes, Sir.”
“Please kneel on the bed. Todd, toss me the plug.”
Her ass wiggles, as she gets into position, and I slap a round globe.
She squeaks before pushing back her bottom.
“You know what’s coming, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ever had anal before?” I drizzle lube between her butt cheeks and start to work the rim.
“I did, Sir.”
“You like it?” I slip my finger in past the knuckle.
“Love it, Sir.”
“What do you love about it?” Adding more lube, I grab her ass with the other hand to keep her still.
“It’s a bit dirty, and it hurts but in an amazing way. Also, I don’t know how to explain this well, but it makes me feel really submissive and good, but I don’t know how or why, exactly.”
I hum my understanding as I add another finger and start scissoring them, adding more and more lubrication. “Anal sex can be seen as an act of submission. It requires vulnerability and trust from the bottom. And it involves a high level of intimacy and surrender, because you allow the Top to enter a very private and sensitive part of your body.” I withdraw my fingers and replace it with the anal plug that slips past the ring of muscles to slide into place. “Color?”
“Green, Sir. But my pussy is painfully empty right now.”
I smack her ass—hard this time—making her yelp.
“Hey!” she protests.
I spank the other globe, just as hard. “No topping from the bottom, sub. You’ll get our dicks when we’re ready, not when you ask for them. Now sit on the edge of the bed and face your other Master.”
She scrambles to obey.
I wink at Todd, who is a total breast man. “I think our sub needs some jewels.”
“Oh yeah.” His eyes sparkle before he bends and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
* * *
Todd
Watching Colton and Savannah has my cock leaking pre-cum into my jeans, and the sticky mess is somewhat uncomfortable. However, I forget about it as soon as Colton gives me the go-ahead to feast on her tits.
We haven’t played together like this with a woman, but we know each other’s preferences. I had no idea Colton had a complete play bag in his room. This is an interesting, pleasant surprise.
Remembering my task, I bend to suck a pink nipple into my mouth. It’s already erect and begging for my touch. I suck on the velvety tip, pressing it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, rubbing at the underside. The nub hardens and elongates. I suck harder, drawing blood into the tissue and toward the surface. By the time I’m done with her breasts, the nipples will be rosy-red instead of pink. I roll the other between my thumb and forefinger, not wanting it to get jealous of its sister. I let the one in my mouth go with a pop, admire the color then fit the first adjustable alligator clamp. The versatile toys can be used on beginners and pros, because the clamp has rubber covers over the serrated tips and a mechanism to tighten or release the pressure. I give the screw a few twists until the clamp is secure. At this moment, I’m not going to twist further.
“Color?” I ask.
“Green, Sir,” she replies.
I lower my head to suck on the other nipple, intent on making it as red as the first. As I work, her body responds. She’s struggling to keep still like a good, little girl and arches into my touch.
She’s clearly enjoying this just as much as she did when Colton played with her ass.
She’s perfect for us.
I blow over the second nipple to make sure it’s dry and the clamp won’t slip before I attach the toy on this side.
The clamps are gold, with sparkling emerald-colored stones dangling. I flick the green stones and watch her face.
Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. Good! I want her to feel every sensation, to be completely immersed in the experience. She’s breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling, making the clamps jiggle.
“How are you doing?”
“So good, Sir.” Her reply is barely more than a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
I smile. I have no intention of stopping anytime soon. I continue to play with her nipples, alternating between gentle pulls and harder twists. Her body is tensing against me as I drive her higher.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Stop!”
I’ve almost forgotten we aren’t alone in the room. I lift my head and look at Colton. I might be a dominant man, but I defer to my brother as I would when working on the Sea Spirit . I’m happy to let Colton be the captain on the ship and in the bedroom.
“Savannah, my brother is in pain. Help him out.”
She turns her head toward him like in question. Colton inclines his head and stares at my crotch.
My jeans are dark with wetness around the zipper.
Savannah turns back to me and licks her lips. “Permission to touch, Sir?”
Oh, yeah!
I keep my cool and tilt my head in acquiescence. “You may, sub.”
I hold out my hands to the side as Savannah works the button and zipper with sleek, clever fingers before shoving her hands beneath the waistband, to my ass, and shoving the jeans over my thighs and legs, until they puddle at my ankles. I’m commando and my cock almost springs out to point directly at her face. My cock knows what he wants.
“Suck him, Starling.”
Savannah doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t tease. She wraps her lips around my cock, and I groan at that first sensation. Her mouth is warm and wet. She has impeccable instincts and reads my body language as she starts to work my length. My heart races, and my breathing quickens. A tingling starts in my chest and creeps down my arms toward my hands.
“That’s it.” I groan as she teases the sensitive ridge beneath the head using her devious little tongue. “Just like that.”
My body heat rises as her tongue works its magic. I can’t help but thrust my hips forward, wanting more. She takes me deeper, and I can feel the back of her throat. My eyes cross when she swallows around the head of my dick.
“Fuck, Savannah.”
I grip her hair, holding her in place as I let go. I pump my hips. Her fingernails dig into my upper legs, and the little pinpricks of pain seem to spur on my release.
“I’m gonna come! You need to pull back if you don’t want to swallow,” I warn.
But she doesn’t let go. Instead, she glides her fingers around my legs so she can grip the underside of my buttocks.
I shout as the first spurt of my release hits the back of her throat, and I shudder when she swallows. Jet after jet, I offload every bit of built-up lust and tension, and she drinks down every drop. When I’m spent, it takes me a few moments to catch my breath and realize I’m still deep in her mouth and holding the back of her head. I release her and take a cautious step backward. Have I been too rough?
Savannah opens her eyes, licks her lips, and gives me a radiant smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
This woman!
I pull her up to me and kiss her deeply. I can taste myself on her lips, but I don’t care. I plunder her mouth and love how she yields beneath me.
Tying her to the bed sounds better and better to me, because we’re never going to let her go.
* * *
Savannah
Todd ends our kiss by giving my bottom lip a nip hard enough to sting but not enough to break the skin. He urges me to stand up and turn.
“Here, Brother, have a taste of her. She’s sweet like honey.”
Colton wraps me in his strong arms and claims my mouth. His beard is longer and softer than his brother’s, and so is his hair. He takes the kiss deep, and I stroke his back and shoulders, enjoying the rippling of the muscles beneath my hands.
I love male bodies, and Colton and Todd are gorgeous—well-built and muscled from dedicated manual labor rather than hanging around in gyms.
I’m panting when he pulls back, and his lips quirk sardonically. “Still green.”
Oh, definitely, although I’m even more desperate to be fucked now. I don’t voice that, though. From the set of his jaw, he might keep me on edge for hours, and I really, really want an orgasm. “Green, Sir.”
His smile widens, and the lines beside his brown, glittering eyes deepen.
“Is our starling getting desperate?”
Is that a rhetorical question? I lift an eyebrow.
“All right. You’ve been a good girl. I guess we should reward you for that. Lie back on the bed, on your back.”
Reward? Yes, please. I scramble to do his bidding.
“How flexible are you?” Colton sets one knee on the mattress and brings my leg up and to the side, and my arm down. He buckles the cuffs together with the hooks and nods at Todd, who does the same on the other side.
Stroking circles on my belly—above the place where I yearn for their touch—he hums. “Pretty flexible, I think.”
“She looks beautiful,” Todd chimes in. “I love how she’s holding herself open for us. I guess she could wiggle, but she’s pretty helpless like this. I like it.”
“Are you comfortable, pretty little catch?”
They are taunting me, maybe wanting to get me into trouble? But I don’t want to be punished, I want pleasure, and I think I know how I can get that. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Sirs.”
“Masters,” Colton corrects.
Is he fucking serious? I widen my eyes as I study his face. Goddamn it, he is! “Please, Masters.”
Colton’s kissable mouth kicks up on the left. “Good girl.” He lifts his head. “It’s time to reward her, but first, let’s torment her a bit.”
I perk up at the first part of his sentence, but my stomach drops at the second. I do hope the Sadist isn’t into edging. I don’t like orgasm denial at all.
When both men move in sync toward the head of bed, I tense. I know what’s coming, and depending on how skilled they are, this is going to heighten my arousal or douse it like flooding the cylinders with too much gas would kill an engine.
Like they’ve practiced this—and maybe they have done this endless times before—Todd and Colton reach for a clamp and loosen the screw. My nipples begin to tingle. I struggle against the cuffs, instinctively wanting to cover the sensitive peaks with my hands.
“On three,” Colton orders. “One, two...”
I wait for the three, but both men remove the nipple clamps at the same time, and before I can brace for it. A rush of sensations floods my body, as the blood returns to the tender peaks.
I groan, but the pain morphs into a moan of pleasure when the two bend their dark heads to suckle the tips into their mouths.
The initial sting gives way to a warm, throbbing pleasure as blood flows back into my nipples. My breath hitches, and I can’t help but whimper at the intense, almost overwhelming sensations as the men lave my breasts with their mouths and tongues. Every touch, every caress sends waves of pleasure through me, heightening my arousal. I crave more, and my mind swirls with the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, but bound as I am, and with a hard male body on either side of me, I can’t move. Wetness coats my inner thighs as my pussy clamps around air. I’m about to come from merely their touch to my breasts.
I buck against my bindings as they suck and lick until my entire upper body heats up and pulses like a heartbeat. A wildfire is racing through me, and every spot on my skin is hypersensitive and erogenous.
“Please, please.” I thrash my head against the pillow.
Todd looks up. “Tell us, starling, what do you need?”
“You. Both of you. Please.” I swallow. “Masters.”
Like I’ve uttered some magic words, they abandon my breasts. While Colton ditches his pants and underwear, Todd releases the clips but when I start to close my legs, he halts me. “Don’t obstruct the view to our pussy.”
I let my knees flop to the side, and he rewards me with a long lick from the place where the buttplug is still lodged, to the hood of my clit. I moan when he gives it a little wiggle with his tongue.
My pussy clenches, eliciting a chuckle from the evil bastard—uhm Master.
“How does she taste?”
“Like the ocean. Salty but also a little sweet and tangy.”
Colton hums. “I need a taste.”
With in seconds, he has me moaning and bucking against his mouth as he eats me out like I’m some delicacy.
Threading my fingers through his long, silky hair, I try to direct his movement, and to increase the pressure, but the awkward son of a bitch moves at his own pace. It’s good enough to have me moaning and begging but not enough to push me over the edge.
I want to kick at him when he lifts his head when I’m only inches away from coming, but I hold myself in check. I know instinctively he will edge me until the sun goes down and comes up again if I defy him like that.
Todd throws his head back and lets out a belly laugh. “That glare! If looks could kill, Brother.”
“Yeah.” Colton grins. His beard is glistering wet with my juices, which makes him even sexier. “She might be close to safewording right now.”
“Here.” Todd tosses him a square packet before ripping another one open himself.
Oh, thank you, dear Lord and Baby Jesus.
After some fumbling around, we’re repositioned. Todd is on his back on the mattress, and I’m on top of him, my back to his chest. Colton helps me lower myself until I’m prone.
“Hold your knees.”
I do as Colton orders, expecting him to clip my cuffs together again, but he doesn’t. Instead, he plays with the plug, pulling it out, pushing it back in, adding a bit of lube each time. Nerve endings flare to life, and when Todd starts to play with my tits I don’t know if I want to cry or curse at them.
I clench my teeth and can’t prevent a moan from escaping.
I’m so lost in the sensations that if not for Todd’s reaction, I almost miss that Colton withdraws the plug and positions his brother’s cock at my puckered hole. Beneath me, Todd’s body has gone rigid.
I place my feet flat on the bed, and help as good as I can, pushing out as he pushes in.
The first sensation is pain, it always is, but I push past the discomfort because I know the reward. Further and further, he sinks inside, until his pelvis is flush against my buttocks, and he’s as deep as this position will allow. I force my upper body forward allowing him to slip in deeper.
“Fuck!” Todd brings his hands around my waist and his grip is like a vice.
“That’s hot. And her pussy is all open, wet and engorged. Begging for my dick.” On his knees, Colton shuffles forward, his hand around the base of his cock. And the girth of that thing. I feel my eyes widen. Holy Mother of God.
Colton fits the head at my entrance. I know a woman’s body is made to stretch, but I worry for a moment. He’s awfully big.
Apparently unaware of my moment of doubt, Colton starts to press forward.
Todd pants beneath me. “Fuck, Brother, I can feel you slide past me, through the membrane. That’s so fucking hot.”
“She’s fucking hot. Her pussy is strangling my cock. Fuck.” With a powerful thrust of his hips, Colton seats himself inside me, and I stiffen.
I’ve done anal before, and I’ve played with two men, but I’ve never been so full and so surrounded by them. It’s like Colton and Todd take up every inch of me—not only my body, but it’s like they’ve captured my mind and invaded my soul.
Before I can wonder—or worry—about that realization, Colton pulls back out and as he pushes forward, Todd lifts me by my waist and slides out. Quickly they find a rhythm that drives every coherent thought out of my mind, and when Colton licks the pad of his thumb and sets the digit on my clit, I go off like a McMurtry Spéirling sports car, blasting from zero to sixty miles per hour. Wave after wave of delicious ecstasy ripples through my body and has me convulsing around the two cocks inside me. For a moment, they hold perfectly still, before they unleash and ride me through my orgasm and chase their own.