Epilogue #3
Rhett kneels to take off my socks and my pants, while his brothers work on my sweater and panties. The room is warm enough that I don’t shiver from being naked, and when they lead me over to the bed, I sink down into the wonderfully soft sheets and pillows.
“You remember your safe word?” Lennox asks, and I nod.
“I trust you,” I tell him. “All of you.”
“Good. Because we have some fun ideas for tonight.”
He gently lifts one of my wrists and pulls it toward the wooden post at the head of the bed. Grabbing up one of the red silk ribbons, he wraps it around my wrist and then ties it off to the post.
I struggle a little, just to test the give. I could get out if I really wanted to, but right now, I’m content to let them do what they want with me.
Lennox moves around the bed, taking each of my limbs and tying them similarly. By the time he’s pressing a kiss to my ankle and securing it in place, my heart is racing, and I’m already starting to get wet.
“Fuck,” Sawyer groans, looking down at me. “You look so fucking good like this.”
“Like a present?” I breathe back.
He grins. “Exactly. But you need a little more decoration first.”
I’m confused about what he means, but then he picks up one of the candles. It looks like a normal candle, but then he tips it, letting a stream of wax splatter against my thigh.
The muscle jerks instinctively, but it doesn’t burn the way normal wax would. It hardens a bit, but there’s just a stinging warmth that melts into a pleasurable sensation.
He watches me, probably to see if I’m going to use my safe word, and when I don’t, he tips the candle again.
This time the splatter lands on my belly, and I tug on the ribbon in response. A moan spills out of me, and my pussy throbs a little.
“How does that feel?” Sawyer asks.
“Good,” I breathe. “Hot, but not too hot. It’s… interesting.”
“Temperature play can be fun if you pair it with something else,” Rhett tells me.
Before I can ask what he means, Lennox is crawling up onto the bed and settling himself with his head between my legs.
I lift my head so I can see him better, and he smirks for just a second before diving down and spreading me open with his fingers.
I’m already so wet, and he hums at the sight. “Perfect. I knew you would be ready for me. You’re a good girl like that, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I—am!” The last word bursts out of me as Rhett on the other side of the bed tips his own candle. The wax lands on my nipple, and I’m left writhing in place from the mixture of pleasure and heat.
He and Sawyer take turns, neither one of them giving me much warning before they drip wax on another sensitive part of my body. Then Lennox starts going down on me in earnest, and everything becomes a fog of arousal and need.
I pull on the ribbons, not to try to get free, but because I need to move. I need to struggle against them as sensation rocks through my body.
The wax gives such sharp, intense feelings, and when they melt into something mellower and easier to take, there’s Lennox, licking at my clit, making it impossible to relax completely.
I moan their names, feeling myself inch closer and closer to falling apart.
“Please,” I cry out. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—don’t stop.”
“I don’t think anything could make Lennox stop now,” Sawyer says. “He’s too far gone. He’s fucking lost in you. Like you’re his drug.”
Lennox makes a rough sound of agreement, eating me out like a starving man as he works his fingers into the mix, driving them into me to match the tempo of his tongue.
The dried wax flexes and cracks on my skin as I arch, and then with a scream, I start coming.
Wave after wave hits me, and I let them hear just how much they’re wrecking me in the best way.
They give me a little bit of time to come down, but then Rhett is on me. He kisses me gently and has me lift my head.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” he says. “You know the drill.”
I do, but I really don’t think I’m going to need my safe word tonight. Not when being blindfolded by another silk ribbon makes everything else feel so much more than before.
One of them touches me, Lennox, I decide, from the slight tremor in the hand. It skims over my chest, tweaking my nipples and easing wax off my skin.
Then one of them settles between my legs, hiking my hips up until my legs are draped over his shoulders.
A thick, hot weight nudges at my pussy, and when I feel the size and the piercings, I know it’s Rhett. He works his way into me, bottoming out and taking my breath away.
No matter how many times we do this, I never get used to how big he is and how good it feels.
He starts fucking me, his hips slapping against my skin, his fingers digging in as he holds on to me.
It feels so good, the heat of the pleasure coursing through me, the feeling of the wax on my skin. I can’t see Sawyer and Lennox, but I know they’re there, watching. The weight of their gazes is on me, and that just adds to the sensation.
“Look at how fucking well you take it,” Rhett pants. “Taking this cock like you were made for it.”
My head spins, and I moan his name, pulling on the ribbon because I want to touch him. But it brings me up short, and the thrill of that jolts down my spine.
“Tell us how it feels,” Lennox says. “Let us hear you.”
“It’s so good,” I moan. “It feels so good. I’m so—” My words sputter out when Rhett pulls out of me, and I make a noise of disappointment at being empty. My pussy clenches around nothing, clearly wanting something long and thick to fill the void.
I don’t have long to wait. The bed dips as Rhett moves and then dips again. I feel another cock stroking around my entrance, and I gasp when it shoves its way into me.
From the way the piercings feel, I can tell it’s Sawyer. His hands go right to where his brother’s were, holding on to me as he sets a hard and fast pace.
He fucks me deep, barely letting me adjust to the differences in his cock and Rhett’s.
“You have no idea,” he groans. “How badly we’ve been wanting you this week. We’ve been planning this and driving ourselves crazy with waiting for you to be here. Imagining you like this, tied down and ready for us. You’ll take what we give you, won’t you, Peaches?”
I cry out when his cock hits the right spot inside me, nodding wildly as warmth builds in my belly. “Yes! Whatever you want. Please, don’t stop.”
He laughs, sounding strained and breathless already. “We’re not gonna stop until we’re all satisfied. I can promise you that.”
His cock grinds into me, and I can feel the sparks of my orgasm starting up. If I wasn’t blindfolded, I’d have my eyes closed, but as it is, the lack of sight just makes me feel it all the more.
Hands land on my tits, and I can’t tell if they’re Sawyer’s or if one of his brothers is adding to the stimulation. Either way, the strong fingers rolling and plucking at my nipples just have me crying out for more.
Heat gathers between my legs, and Sawyer slams forward twice more, and that’s all it takes. I’m crying out his name, clenching around him as I come hard for him. For all of them.
“Good girl,” Lennox says. “Very good. That’s one.”
I open my mouth to ask what that means, but then Sawyer is pulling out of me, and Lennox is taking his place.
I’m oversensitive, and it’s just the edge of too much when he pushes inside. I squirm on the bed, tugging at the ribbons, but there’s nowhere to go. There’s nothing to do but take it as he fucks into me.
I’m so slick from my own orgasm and arousal, and Lennox makes good use of it. He fucks me even harder than Sawyer did, taking advantage of the aftershocks of my orgasm to really press into the pleasure.
I barely have time to breathe, let alone steady myself, and it only takes a few minutes before I’m tipping headfirst into another orgasm, screaming with it.
My nails bite into my own palms from how tightly my fists ball up, but I barely notice it. All I can concentrate on is how good this feels and how every nerve in my body is screaming out in pleasure at the same time.
I expect Lennox to come like that, buried inside me, but instead he pulls away, and then Rhett takes his place again.
With dawning arousal, I realize they’re not done with me.
It goes on like that, the three of them taking turns fucking me, riling me up, and then switching places. I lose track of who’s making me come, just giving myself over to the feeling of their hands and mouths and their cocks inside me.
After a couple rounds, the aftershocks never really go away, and one orgasm rolls into the next in an endless cycle of pleasure and overstimulation.
Tears are leaking out of my eyes eventually, and every touch just makes me even more sensitive.
At one point I end up begging to be released. “I want to touch you,” I gasp out. “Please, please, let me touch you.”
Lennox unties me, and my hands go to his shoulders immediately, holding on for dear life.
My body trembles, and I’m so wet it must be staining the sheets by now. Of course then Lennox comes hard, groaning my name and pumping his release into me, and that makes even more of a mess.
Rhett is next, fucking me using his brother’s cum to slick the way, and when he comes, he pulls out, shooting it all over my stomach. My skin is so sensitive that even that makes me arch with pleasure.
Sawyer is last, and he lasts for another five minutes before he’s swearing heatedly and finishing as well.
I feel wrung out, sweaty and sticky, and more satisfied than I can remember being on any Christmas Eve before.
All three of them help to untie me completely, and Sawyer eases the blindfold away, letting light flood back into my senses.
They rub the marks left by the ribbon, and then we all collapse onto the bed in a heap.
From the big picture window in the bedroom, I can see that there’s snow falling gently outside. This far outside the city, it’s so quiet and peaceful, the snow just adding to the atmosphere.
I let out a contented sigh, nuzzling down between the men I love.
“It’s after midnight,” Lennox murmurs, squinting at his phone. “Merry Christmas.”
I smile at that, feeling warm as they all pull me close. “I think it’s going to be the best Christmas ever.”
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