Chapter 8 #2
Meg watched, so mesmerized, she forgot this was supposed to be a punishment. Galen fisted Theo’s cock, earning a low curse as he pumped, slowing their pace. Theo nipped his bottom lip and then tongued the spot as if soothing the pain away.
God, they were beautiful and catastrophic and she would never recover.
Theo twisted Galen to face her and moved to kneel behind him, his legs on either side of Galen’s. He paused as if checking her view, and gave her that dangerous grin. “We’re forgetting about our Meg’s punishment.”’
“Can’t have that,” Galen murmured, his eyes gone so dark they were almost black.
In this current position, she realized Theo was actually taller than Galen, though Galen was wider through the shoulders and chest. Theo reached around and stroked Galen’s cock. “Look how hard he is, princess. You remember how good it feels to have his cock inside you.”
Galen leaned back against Theo and gave her a look that was pure challenge.
Demanding she… What? She didn’t even know what she was supposed to do.
Meg could barely breathe, let alone pull her thoughts together into some semblance of sanity.
She was need, boiled down to her animal urges, her body aching under their attention.
Her breasts felt unnaturally heavy and her pussy was so fucking wet, it was a wonder they couldn’t see it.
Maybe they could.
Theo gave Galen’s cock another stroke. “Do you remember what we talked about when I was eating your pussy in the kitchen last week?”
She swayed forward, making her chains clink.
Oh yeah, she remembered. Meg licked her lips, trying to focus.
“You said you pictured Galen fucking me while you fucked him.” She shivered and pressed her thighs together.
It did nothing to help the way her clit throbbed as if begging for them to touch her.
Beg.
Now the challenge in Galen’s gaze made sense. This wasn’t just about giving her a show she had no way to take part in. This was about humiliation and desire and leaving it all on the table. She’d been holding back from day one, and they knew it.
Fuck that, I’m not begging.
Theo must have seen her decision on her face.
He nodded as if to himself and released Galen.
“On your back, my friend.” While Galen obeyed, he grabbed lube from the nightstand and squirted some into his hand.
He stroked his cock, covering himself slowly, making a show of it, and Meg couldn’t help jerking on the chains again.
This time, neither of them looked at her.
Theo covered Galen with his body and took his mouth again, but it was slower now, a searching kiss that made her whimper just from watching.
He propped himself up on one elbow and reached between them.
They lay perpendicular to Meg, and Galen’s leg blocked the sight of Theo’s cock sliding into him.
She rattled the chains again in frustration.
“Theo…” Meg hesitated too long and he started moving, fucking into Galen in slow, steady thrusts. “Theo, let me see.”
He clasped the back of Galen’s neck and reached between them to fist Galen’s cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. Galen gripped Theo’s hips, moving in perfect rhythm even as he arched up to kiss Theo again.
She might as well have not been in the room.
And hell if that didn’t make the whole thing hotter.
She arched forward, but they’d cuffed her too far from the mattress to be able to rub herself against it.
Meg writhed, a wild thing in a trap, so close to paradise and yet the gates were closed to her.
She was so busy fighting the restraints, sure that if she could just reach them, it would all be okay, that she almost missed Theo’s tempo picking up.
He thrust harder, drawing growling curses from Galen’s lips as he fucked him with both hand and cock, taking and giving in equal measure.
Galen’s heels dug into the mattress, every muscle in his body standing out in stark relief, and then he came in great jetting ribbons across his stomach.
Theo gave him one more pump and then leveraged himself back, gripping Galen’s hips as he started driving into him in earnest.
She held her breath, watching his strokes become less even, watching his blue eyes slide shut as he swore long and hard, watching for the exact moment where he lost control and came deep inside Galen.
Time stood still.
Meg couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but watch as Theo pulled out of Galen and slumped next to him, pausing to drop a quick kiss on his mouth before he rolled onto his back.
This…
She wanted this. All of it. The reservations that clung to her like cobwebs from the moment she decided on this path went up in flames.
Who the fuck cared what the future brought?
They had right now, and right now Meg needed these two men.
She needed to be with them together and separate and to be able to watch at her leisure just like she was now.
Except the feeling pounding through her blood wasn’t leisure.
It was desperation.
“Theo.” Her voice came out hoarse and broke in the middle of his name so she swallowed and tried again. “Theo, please.”
He rolled onto his side and ran a hand down Galen’s chest. Galen arched into the touch, a giant wolf of a man. “She said please.”
“It was such a nice please, too.” Theo grinned, his blue eyes hot on her. “Apparently she liked the show.”
“Apparently.”
Theo gave a stretch of his own and rolled off the bed. He offered Galen a hand and hauled him to his feet. “You’ve held on this long, princess. Hold on a bit longer.” And then the bastard walked into the bathroom. Seconds later, the shower turned on.
Galen stared after him and then spun on his heel and stalked toward her. She lost sight of him as he moved behind her, and Meg forced herself not to try to twist to follow his movement. It wouldn’t work and she’d look like an idiot. She couldn’t stop the shivers of need racking her body, though.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” And then his voice was in her ear, its vibrations drawing her nipples to hard peaks. He ducked under her arm and sat on the edge of the bed. “Spread.”
Meg nearly sagged in relief and then scrambled to obey. She spread her legs wide, fighting to keep from cursing him for taking so long to touch her.
He saw it, though. Of course he did. He reached down and pushed his middle finger into her, cupping her pussy with his big hand. “Do. Not. Move.”
She bit her bottom lip, half sure she’d taste blood. Her need pulsed through her like a live thing, demanding she take this pleasure and grind against his palm until she orgasmed. She was so turned on, it would take a grand total of five seconds and it would all be over.
Galen’s lips twitched. “Good girl.” He withdrew slowly and pumped his finger back into her. “You like this.”
“Yes.” She vibrated with the need to move, pleasure dancing closer with each drag of the pad of his finger over the spot deep inside her. “Galen, I’m—”
“Don’t you dare come,” his voice lashed her, sharp enough to fight back the budding orgasm. “You take what we give you. And I didn’t give you permission to come.”
It took her three tries to find her words. “I don’t think I’m into BDSM.”
“BDSM?” He smirked. “Baby, this isn’t even close. You broke the rules, and that deserves a punishment.” He kept fucking her slowly with his finger, his forbidding gaze daring her to break his command. “Do you feel contrite?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Galen, please, I’m so close, please.”
His expression softened and, for one eternal heartbeat, she thought he would be merciful.
“No.” He gave her one last pump and withdrew.
Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and sucked his middle finger into his mouth, tasting her.
She moaned, a desperate animal sound that Meg couldn’t have controlled if she’d tried… and she didn’t even think to try.
“Mmmm.” He looked down his body, and she followed his gaze to where his cock was hard once more. “How close are you to coming?”
“Close,” she whispered.
He stood and pressed a devastatingly soft kiss to her mouth.
“Good.” Galen sifted gentle fingers through her hair, his dark eyes unforgiving.
“Next time you get off to the idea of me watching you while you fuck Theo, you better make damn sure I’m in the room.
” He brushed his lips against her forehead, the tender touch completely at odds with his rough words.
“I’m going into that shower and I’m going to brace Theo against the wall, and then I’m going take his ass.
He always loses his mind when I hit the right spot, and you’ll hear him moaning though you won’t get the same show you did just now. ”
Her throat tried to close and her eyes burned. “Galen, I’m sorry.”
There it was again, that softening that hit her like a sucker punch.
This time, he didn’t smother the expression.
He smoothed her hair back. “I’m not. I’m just as much of a selfish bastard as Theo is, and I’m not sorry that he reeled you back in.
I’m sure as fuck not sorry that you’re stuck with us for the time being.
” He gave her a slow smile that held a hint of meanness despite looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole.
“But I’m a spiteful asshole and so, fuck yeah, I’m going to punish your pretty pussy until you’re begging for mercy, and we’re all three of us going to enjoy every minute of it.
” He laughed, low and sinful. “Well, I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
You’re going to stand here and suffer a little bit longer before you earn that reward of yours. ”
He dropped to his knees, hitched her right leg over his shoulder and then his mouth was on her, fucking her pussy the same way he’d fucked her with his finger. Warm and wet and wanton, moving up to tongue her clit in deliciously slow circles designed to make her loose her mind.
He told her not to come.
Meg bit her bottom lip again, harder this time, fighting against that slow slide toward oblivion.
She couldn’t help it. It was too good and on the heels of his harsh words, too damn forbidden.
Her hands flailing in the cuffs, grasping at air as her knees went out, and then Galen was holding her weight, lifting her to his mouth to get better access.
Oh god, she was going to orgasm.
She writhed, planting her free foot against his shoulder and kicked, wrenching him away from her. He hit the bed and the bastard had a shit-eating grin on his face. He swiped a thumb across his bottom lip. “Good girl.”
He ducked back under her arm and gave her ass a stinging slap. And then he was gone, disappearing after Theo into the bathroom. Several long minutes later, low moans echoed through the space, proof that Galen was as good as his word.
Meg sagged in her cuffs. She closed her eyes, her pussy pulsing in time with her racing heart, her body crying from averted pleasure. She should hate them. She should scream and fight and curse until they let her down so she could suffer the rest of her humiliation in peace.
And yet…
She shivered, the faint sound of flesh meeting flesh coming from the bathroom.
Of Galen fucking Theo. She could see it perfectly in her mind, exactly as he’d described.
Theo’s hands braced on the wall, Galen’s on Theo.
His big cock disappearing into Theo’s ass with each savage thrust. Meg moaned and her hips moved of their own volition, seeking friction, practically humping the air with her need.
The shower turned off.
She opened her eyes as, seconds later, Theo and Galen strode back into the room.
Galen took up a nearly identical position as he’d been in when she walked into the room, against the head of the bed, one hand tucked casually behind his head.
The only difference was that he was gloriously naked now.
Theo moved behind her, a presence she felt even before he stroked his hands over her body, along her sides up to cup her breasts and then back down to her hips, one dipping to explore her pussy.
“Poor Meg. Aching and empty and teased until pleasure becomes pain. You’ve suffered admirably, and you followed our Galen’s orders so sweetly.
” His thumb brushed her clit and he pressed his body against her back.
“Are you ready for your reward, princess?”