Chapter 60
Aleksandr
His, Mine, Ours
Funny that the little shit was planning on seducing us all together.
While we were away, we discussed ways we could get her to come home.
We were tired of waiting. Knowing how much she enjoyed sharing Nik and me together, it was a no-brainer.
We’d played with her many times before, the three of us, and it only took a little persuading to get Ivan on board.
We had discussed possible details at length. It didn’t mean it would happen exactly that way, though. If we had learned nothing else in the little time with Kinsley, we’d learned that much. As we walked her down the hall, my cock throbbed with each step.
Once we reached the door, we paused, and I grabbed her hand. Raising it, I dusted it with soft kisses and then met her expectant eyes. All of us agreed to take things slow with her regarding this room, at least for tonight.
Marcel was adamant that we almost baby her and gave us specific things to look for when testing her limits. Tonight was merely about acquainting her with the room and the pleasure she would find here.
“I need you to listen closely. It’s very important you understand we will have rules for you when it comes to this room. We don’t need to go over them in detail right now, because tonight is strictly about us all being together.”
Her brows furrowed, and her pulse picked up. “So, not a real scene, then?”
“Correct. Those take negotiating and more detailed discussion than my cock is going to allow for tonight. Now that we have all the time in the world with you, we can go over those type of rules later. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Her eyes were so dilated with anticipation that I wanted to laugh. She was practically panting already. Nik grabbed her shoulders and began massaging them, and she sighed and closed her eyes at his touch.
“We do have one rule that is imperative we go over. Whenever we play in here or act out a scene, your safeword is always, and I mean always, on the table. You’ll never be asked by any of us not to use it.
We demand you do, and so you’re fully aware, we expect you’ll use it as we test your limits,” I told her, and she nodded.
“Nodding is not an appropriate response. You know this.”
“Yes, Master. I, Kinsley Anya Marie Taylor, solemnly swear to my Kings that I will always use my safeword anytime I feel overwhelmed or want you to stop. I’ll use the word zheltyy if I need you to slow down.
I swear and affirm that I shall hold true to this oath as a subject of His Majesty, King Charles III, his heirs, and successors, according to law. So help me God.”
“Such a good little pet.” I purposefully lowered my voice. The three of us lined up shoulder to shoulder. “I’d like you to take three steps back and then strip for us.”
She immediately moved before I could even finish the sentence.
Oh, sweet girl, go slowly, or you’re going to have us undone before we even begin.
She kicked her shoes off and removed her socks. Then unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Once they hit the floor, she bent down and folded them. With a gentle tug, she pulled the hem of her hoodie up sensually, and it took everything in me not to groan.
Once she had removed it and was standing in her straps and panties, my brothers tensed next to me. The image before us was perfection, innocence, and sultriness, all mixed together. She stood there, allowing us to drink her in, while she remained with her head bowed and eyes downcast.
“We’ll vote on the panties. On or off?”
“Off,” Ivan growled.
“Off,” Nik said, his voice filled with emotion.
“You heard your Kings, pet. Off, please,” I told her as her hands flew to the waistband of her black panties.
There was a slight pause, then she let the fabric slip from her fingers. Instead of folding it, she hooked it on her pinkie and extended it toward Nikolai, her gaze heavy with heat and invitation. “For you,” she breathed.
He growled low in his throat as he took her simple offering. Bringing the delicate lace to his nose, he breathed in deeply, his eyes closed. Proudly, she stood before us. The three of us took in her beauty, so perfectly displayed.
All the blood drained to my cock. The breath caught in my throat.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for the intense desire that coursed through me.
Maybe it was the location—the fact we were going into the playroom with her—whatever it was, she was sinfully stunning.
Every curve lit by the low glow of the hall, demanding worship without a word.
That familiar shift inside my chest hit, and the primal urge inside me was indescribable. Ivan punched the code, and the door opened.
“Inside, please, kitten,” I commanded.
“Yes, Master.” Once inside, she took several deep breaths, trying to acclimate herself to the setup. It was similar to the one we had in Seattle, except this one was larger by far.
“Alek—I mean, Master,” she practically squeaked, gulping in huge breaths. Nik and Ivan immediately moved behind her.
“Yes, what is it?”
“I need to tell you something.” Her eyes met mine. “I’m afraid,” she whimpered.
“I know. It shows in different ways. You tremble differently when you’re anticipating our touch than you are right now. Your voice is also different. You needn’t be afraid.” I traced her face, pushing her hair back. “We can stop at any time. We can stop now and not even begin. You hold the power.”
“Thank you. I’m just afraid I’ll disappoint you, especially in here. What if I’m not enough?” Her grayish-blue eyes teared up, and I melted.
“Kitten, you’ll always be enough. Trust me when I say you own each one of us in so many ways. The only way you’ll disappoint any of us is to fail to use your safeword when you need to. Now, I need you to trust me. Listen closely because your Kings have need of you.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, relaxing.
“I want you in standing wait position.”
Immediately, she moved, her body graceful and smooth. Starting with something familiar and easy would boost her confidence.
“Such an obedient girl. As I said earlier, we will take it slow.”
“Not too slow, though. Right? I’m not as fragile as you might think, Master. And I don’t want anyone missing out. I want all three of you. Specifically, I’m asking for all of your cocks. I want to end the night covered in cum.”
The three of us exchanged a look. Ivan stepped up behind her to the right, and Nik to the left. They each moved a hand from her shoulder down her arm to her wrists. As they both trailed their fingertips back up her arms and moved to caress her back, I stood in front of her.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
Her eyes flew up to mine as she shuddered under the caresses on her back. I put my fingers on her collarbones and traced the delicate area as her knees shook.
“Are you sure, kitten?”
“Yes, Master. I know what I want, what I need.”
Fire burned through me, and the muscle in my right cheek twitched. Featherlight, I trailed my hand down her neck. My hand curved around her throat, thumb resting just beneath her jaw, the rest of my fingers wrapping slowly across the column of her neck.
A soft sigh coaxed her mouth open, and thick black lashes swept down like curtains over heat-glazed eyes. Like a kick drum, her pulse beat against my palm, calling my goddamn name.
“You’re so incredibly sexy, my pet. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you.”
With her head tilted back, lips parted, and breath catching, she whispered, “Oh, me too, Master. Now would be good.”
Unable to fight the urge to kiss her, I gave in. And fuck me. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, poured down my throat like fire, and when I tried to ease back, give her a breath, she chased it.
Mouth open, tongue greedy, claiming more, demanding everything. Her body pressed flush against mine, every curve a silent plea, every breath a promise I was seconds away from breaking.
Fueled by her neediness, Nik jerked her away and kissed her until she was gasping for air. Not one to be left out, Ivan pushed him away and hooked a finger under the straps that wrapped around her breasts and tugged her toward the bed.
He turned her around, and once the back of her legs hit the mattress, he barked, “Sit.”
She gracefully sat her little ass down, her back straight. He kissed her neck, tugging her head back until she groaned.
“Shh, little love,” he breathed in her ear, before letting his tongue delve inside. He pushed her down on the bed and onto her back.
Apprehension mixed with exhilaration poured out of her. We took turns trailing our fingers up her thighs. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation. She writhed on the bed, and I swore I was the luckiest man on earth. She looked so erotic lying there, waiting for us to fuck her.
A sweet moan drifted up as Nik leaned down and took one of her pretty pink nipples deep into his mouth.
Ivan circled the other one, then took it into his mouth, sucking deeply.
Laser focused on her pleasure, I trailed my fingers toward her wet and waiting pussy.
A tremor ran through her, shoulders tightening just before her lips parted and a low, aching sound spilled free as my fingers slid between her legs.
I let them hover, and her breaths came quicker, shallow and broken, each one laced with need. A wicked smile bloomed on my face the second I cupped her pussy and pressed the base of my palm just above her clit. Pressing in, I moved my hand up and down and in small circles.
“Someone is fucking drenched, coating my hand,” I murmured, and she shuddered.
A light scent of honeysuckle drifted through the heavier scent of her arousal, which was fucking with my head in the best way possible. Drunk off her essence, I slid two fingers inside and curled them tight against her G-spot.
God, her pussy is perfect.
“This is his.” I flicked my head at Nik. “His as well.” I indicated Ivan, stroking her the entire time.
“Yes, Master,” she sobbed as she tried to rub her clit against my hand for more friction.
“And it’s fucking mine,” I growled, withdrawing my fingers.
“Oh.”
A pretty pout formed on her face, her brow furrowing. It changed completely when I pushed a knuckle on her clit and rubbed up and down with firm pressure. “Making this pussy his, mine, ours.”
Her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed as she lost it.
She was going to explode any second. The sudden absence of my hand as I yanked it away made her hips jerk forward, chasing what had been there a second before.
A long, loud wail erupted from her. Amusement flickered in my brothers’ gazes as I repositioned myself between her legs.
“Shh, don’t cry.”
“Please, I need you,” she begged.
“Yes, kitten, from the look between your legs, it seems you do. I’m not sure, though, if you’re desperate enough yet.”