Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Meg
I buck beneath my husband. His weight efficiently
holds me as he sits on my midsection and calmly looks to his brother.
“Get me some rope,” he says as though asking someone to pass
the salt.
Cian walks off to do his bidding.
“Bastard,” I grunt as I try to force Beck off. His position
is perfect. I can’t quite get my hands on him, though I keep trying. “Get the
fuck off me.”
Beck looks entirely too pleased for my comfort. “Language,
my love. Have you noticed, Ci, that our sweet wife has quite the mouth on her?”
Cian smiles broadly as he returns with a scarf I bought in
the marketplace. “I did, indeed, notice the mouth on her. I’ve found when she
gets that dirty mouth of hers going, it’s best to shove something in it.”
“Fuck you, too,” I say. Cian is supposed to side with me,
damn it. He’s supposed to understand. He spent weeks listening to me and
getting to know me. He understood how I feel about Beck. It took roughly three
minutes for Cian to flip on me and take his brother’s side. I should have
known. I try kicking out. I don’t care who I hit at this point.
“I suspect there will be a lot of fucking,” Cian promises.
“This will chafe less than the rope.”
I look up at the faces staring down at me. They’re twins,
but I can tell them apart. Besides the slight differences living brought to
their faces, I can tell by their expressions. Cian looks down with a sweetly
lascivious grin. He’s anticipating the sex he thinks is coming. His hand rubs
against the swell in his pants. Beck is an entirely different animal. He looks
hungry. He easily catches my hands when I try to hit him.
“No, Megan.” He neatly wraps the scarf around my wrists.
“You will behave or I’ll have you across my lap. I won’t be nice about it,
either. You’ve pushed me too far, love. It’s time we put this relationship of
ours on a proper footing.”
“It’s time you let me up, asshole.” I’m not listening to
him, and I’m not taking this from either of them.
Except part of me wants to.
I hate the fact that even while I know this will go badly,
my pussy is starting to ache. I’m not sure why Beck seems to be willing to give
me what I want. He’ll hate me afterward for this, but there’s no question I
want the change in Beck to be real. “I told you, I won’t try to leave again.
Let me go. I’ll stay in the room in the barn. You two can fuck each other for
all I care.”
Beck hoists my up by my bound hands. True to his word, I’m
pulled over his lap. I kick, but he’s far too strong. He holds me down, placing
one strong hand on my back. “I warned you.”
He pulls my skirt up, tossing it over my back, and my naked
ass feels the slight chill in the air. It isn’t cold for long as Beck’s hand
comes down in a short arc.
I gasp as the pain hits me sharply. I don’t have a chance to
breathe before he smacks my other cheek just as hard. These aren’t the playful
taps Cian gives me. Beck means business. Tears form in my eyes, but before I
can shed them, heat blooms deep inside, and I feel that smack deep in my pussy.
Fuck him, but he’s right. This is exactly what I want. I bite my bottom lip to
keep from begging him to continue.
“That’s a pretty sight, love,” Beck drawls as he runs his
hand across my cheeks. I hear him take a deep breath. “Open yourself to me.
You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really hurting you.”
I keep the mental walls in place as Cian taught me. The
mental walls stop me from broadcasting my every emotion to the brothers.
Another sudden blow lands on my butt. I groan, waiting for
the pain to turn to arousal. I’m glad they can’t see my face.
“I can keep it up all night,” Beck promises. “You’ll give me
what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender everything I
ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until then, I think
there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”
I gasp as he spreads my thighs and roughly shoves two
fingers straight up my pussy. He isn’t shielding at all now, and I feel his
deep satisfaction.
“She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asks.
“Brother, she’s on fire.” Beck rotates his fingers inside
me. I can’t stay still a second longer. I squirm, trying to get him to hit my
sweet spot. He pulls out, and I want to cry at the loss. He slaps my ass again.
“And she’s not very attentive. Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move.
I’ve thought an awful lot about what’s gone wrong between us.”
“You’re an asshole.” It just comes out, and I close my eyes
before the blow lands. There’s no hiding my low moan this time.
“You truly like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice is
filled with gratified wonder as his hands caress the spot he struck. I feel him
lean over and place a kiss at the base of my spine.
“I told you,” Cian says quietly. His hand joins Beck’s. I
turn enough to see that Cian has already tossed off his clothes. He likes to be
naked as often as possible. Some days I have to force him into clothes. If I
don’t, he’ll walk around in a constant, tempting state of undress. “She’s
perfect for us.”
“Let’s see if she is,” Beck says with a laugh. He moves me
off his lap and onto my knees. “You look so gorgeous with your hands bound.
Your skin is flush with sexual arousal. Do you know what that does to me?” He
calmly pulls at the fastening on his pants and frees his cock. I can feel his
eyes on me. I lick my lips as I take in the sight of him stroking that big,
hard dick. “Are you going to obey me?”
That deep voice promises all manner of delight if I say yes.
If I do as he asks, there’s a chance he’ll reject me afterward. I pushed him to
this. I upset him when I claimed to love Cian but not him. It isn’t true. I was
crazy about Beck from the moment I saw him. I never believed in love at first
sight, but that was pretty much what happened with me and Beck. Somehow, I knew
we were made for each other. I fought it, but the emotion I feel every time I
even think of him won’t go away.
Everyone keeps telling me they’re symbiotic and need each
other to be whole, to be who they truly are. What if Cian coming back into his
full mind changes the situation? Or what if Beck’s simply decided to give into
his dark side and realized his dark side isn’t so dark after all?
My stomach knots in indecision before I finally realize I
will take every chance he gives me.
“Yes, damn it,” I say.
Beck sighs. “Ci, if you would.”
I feel my skirt being raised just before Cian’s hand comes
down on my ass. It isn’t as firm a smack as Beck’s, but it stings all the same.
The skin of my ass hums with heat.
“Language,” Cian explains with a smile on his face. He winks
before moving into position behind me. His hand goes to the waist of my skirt.
“It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going to take care of Beck,
and I’m going to have some playtime with that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Not a word,” Beck warns when I open my mouth to ask a
question. “The only word you need to use is yes. Now, lift up and let
Ci take off that skirt.”
I do as he asks, and Cian’s hands smooth the garment off my
body. He presses his pelvis against my backside, letting me feel how much he
wants me as his hand undoes the ties on my shirt.
“I love these tits,” he says, cupping them as he pushes his
erection against the folds of my pussy. I can’t help but moan as he teases me.
He makes sure he never hits my clitoris.
Beck looks down with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play with
you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told. Do you understand?”
“He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” I reply, trying to
push back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughs and smacks my
ass again. “I mean, yes. I understand.”
“Better, love,” Beck stands up.
He pushes his pants off his hips and tosses them aside
before doing the same with his shirt. Cian pulls me into position. I keep my
hands in front as Cian continues to torture me with his cock and his fingers.
They slide through my soaking wet slit. I whimper because he keeps me perfectly
aroused with no real hope of coming. I’ll have to please Beck before I have any
chance at pleasure. I’m a sweet toy to pass between them.
It’s my fantasy. Everything I dreamed about since the moment
I truly understood I have two husbands.
“Open.” Beck holds his cock in his hands and moves to my
mouth.
I obediently part my lips, and he thrusts himself in. He
groans as the head of his cock enters. Behind me, Cian sighs. Beck’s obviously
sharing the sensation with Ci.
“Lick it,” Beck orders. “Lick the head. I’m going to teach
you how I like my cock sucked. I expect you to remember, love.”
I pull back and lick the engorged head of my husband’s dick.
I lap up the cream of his arousal and whirl my tongue all around the ridge of
his penis. Beck’s hands pet my hair, letting me know he approves.
“Lick down to the base,” he says as he closes his eyes. “I
love the feel of your tongue all over my cock. That’s right. Lick it.”
Behind me, Cian is moving. He shoves my legs apart, but I
make sure I don’t lose Beck. I gently lick down the shaft, making sure not to
miss a centimeter of his erection.
Beck lifts his cock up, giving me access to his balls. “Lick
the balls, wife, and then suck them, one at a time.”
Just as I touch my tongue to his round, tight balls, I gasp
as Cian slides under me and parts the cheeks of my ass. He sinks his hands into
the flesh of my bottom and holds me still. He licks from the edge of my pussy
all the way to my clit as his fingers play with my asshole. The feeling is so
forbidden I shiver. One finger lightly rims me.
Beck growls. “I’ll make him stop if it distracts you. You
see to me first. I’m in charge here. Do you understand?”
I nod silently, whimpering just a little as Cian grabs my
hips and shoves his strong tongue straight up my pussy. It feels so good, and I
can sense his joy in pleasing me. Despite the walls I put up, Cian’s emotion is
getting through. Cian’s satisfaction with my taste and smell and touch sweeps