Alec
Nick held Ella while Rowan pulled out, then laid her flat on her back. Rowan shoved pillows beneath her hips, tilting her pelvis upward.
Nick’s eyes were locked on her pussy. It didn’t surprise me when he gathered the come gushing from her and pushed it back inside. Ella bit her lip when he did it again.
Rowan disappeared into the bathroom, and Ella’s eyes followed him. Quick. Instinctive.
I noted it.
But my focus stayed on her.
I wanted to savour this. Take my time. Make sure I went deep enough to plant my seed properly. It could take a while for the birth control to fully leave her system—which meant I had time.
Plenty of time.
Time to work on technique.
“Keep her plugged up,” I murmured, drawing Ella’s attention.
Her gaze dropped to my dick. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before looking away. I rested my palm over her belly, feeling the place I’d be entering soon.
“You still need more, don’t you?” I said, letting my hand slip between her thighs.
Nick’s fingers were still inside her as I toyed with her clit. He chuckled.
“Her pussy certainly isn’t done,” he said with a cruel smile. “She’s trying to suck my fingers in.”
“Greedy girl,” Rowan drawled. “Which is good for us. I’m going to get some drinks.”
I didn’t look away from Ella when I heard him leave.
“They’re not wrong,” I hummed, circling her clit slowly.
Her lips parted. She shifted her hips—but her eyes stayed lowered.
“Nick, I’m sure she’s made a mess. Why don’t you get her to clean you up?” I said, flicking a glance in his direction.
We’d promised Ella a long night—and that was exactly what she’d get. The recovery time I’d offered her wasn’t kindness. It was practicality. I had no intention of damaging our toy.
Nick moved up the length of her body until he was positioned beside her head. She turned toward him instinctively, lips parting in quiet anticipation. I took his place between her legs, gently parting her folds to inspect her. No tearing. No damage from the stretch. Just heat.
She was already licking Nick’s cock, mouth closing around the pierced tip as I began to kiss my way down her inner thigh. Nick’s hand found her breast, thumb brushing her nipple with idle intent.
“Starting without me,” Rowan remarked as he returned, setting bottles of water on the nightstand.
He paused to watch her work Nick’s cock before stepping closer. I smiled against Ella’s thigh and continued my slow descent. It didn’t take long before she was squirming, Rowan and Nick alternating her attention between them.
I slapped her sharply between the legs, the sting ringing against my palm. She gasped around Rowan’s cock, instinctively trying to pull back—but he held her head in place. Her pussy was flushed, wet, pinkened from the impact.
“No,” Rowan said calmly, pushing deeper.
I traced my thumb over her clit until she moaned helplessly around him. Nick tapped her cheek impatiently. She turned without hesitation, taking him back into her mouth. We watched each other while she wrapped her hand around his cock, obedient and focused.
“Strap her legs in,” I said, sliding my hands beneath her knees.
Rowan took her ankle first, fastening it into the restraint I’d already fixed to the metal pole above the headboard. Nick followed suit on the other side.
Ella didn’t look at them.
Her eyes stayed on me.
Cautious.
Dark.
Heavy with need.
I smiled as I slid my cock between her pussy. The pillows beneath her hips tilted her just enough that she could see me—see everything. They pinned her calves and ankles in place while I dragged myself slowly back and forth, letting her coat the length of my dick.
“Hurry up,” Nick muttered.
I ignored him.
I wanted her to understand exactly what she was.
Our desperate little whore.
Rowan caught on quickly, leaning over to rub her clit with deliberate pressure. Nick followed, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing until her breath stuttered.
“Pinch her, Rowan,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “Make her pussy weep for us.”
Fear flashed across her face—panic, sharp and immediate—but it was threaded with something else. Curiosity. It wouldn’t take long before she’d be ready for more. Before she could truly appreciate the balance between pain and pleasure.
“No,” she hissed as Rowan pinched her.
I brought the head of my cock to her opening and pressed in, just the tip.
She hovered between need and pain, caught there.
I gripped her upper thighs and sank deeper until a breathy sigh slipped from her lips.
Rowan eased off the sting, rubbing it away, and her hole tightened reflexively around me.
Nick fisted his cock as he watched me fill her.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “Fuck that tight little cunt.”
“Is that what you need, Ella?” I drawled, drawing back lazily, giving her only a few inches before sliding forward again.
She didn’t need to answer. I could feel her trying to keep me inside her, desperate, clenching.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, small and breathless.
“Then help my brothers along,” I said lightly, flashing her a wink.
I waited until her hands were wrapped around them—until she was fully occupied—before feeding her more cock. Her hands began to move, and I pulled back, then thrust harder, setting the rhythm.
Her hands faltered when I hit deep inside her belly.
Hot. Tight. So very wet.
The temptation was too strong. Soon my balls were slapping against her. Her position ensured deep penetration, and with each thrust she winced. Nick curled his hand around hers and began to pump it around his cock.
Rowan was too busy watching me stuff her pussy. Each deep thrust was met with a wet slap of flesh.
“Yes, fill her up, Alec,” Rowan murmured. “Get right in there.”
I pushed her legs down, the restraints on her ankles pulling tight, and used the leverage to pile-drive into her. A grunt of pain followed—and then, slowly, she began to meet my every downward plunge, offering herself up to me.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
The tension built fast. I knew I didn’t have long left to enjoy her silken, clutching hole. Her tits jumped as I picked up the pace, but my eyes stayed on her face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes locked on my dick.
I spread my fingers over her belly, splaying them wide until my thumb rested over her clit. She gripped me in anticipation, and I rubbed her clit, feeling the heat—the wet mess.
“Do it,” Nick murmured, brushing her hair away from her cheek as he rocked his hips. “Come inside her.”
The second her muscles fluttered and a cry tore from her throat, I pinched her hard—then released her and pummelled her insides.
Pain.
Pleasure.
It twisted across her face.
She came on my dick.
And I rammed into her until I was as deep as I could go.
This was a three-way race—and I never gambled without a strategy.
Her legs trembled as I shot my load into her.
Against her cervix.
Again and again, spraying her insides.
When I leaned down, I kept my pelvis locked against hers.
“Pretend all you want,” I whispered. “I see you.”
Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened.
My lips curled as I licked her cheek from top to bottom.
Rowan chuckled.
“Finally,” Nick said—not annoyed, but amused.
We had her trapped in almost every way imaginable.
The baby would seal her fate.
And ours.