48. Chapter Forty Eight Rhowyn
Chapter Forty Eight: Rhowyn
My core clenched at the promise in Arryn’s words, though the rest of me was still limp after that earth-shattering climax. I never thought I’d be into the pain and domination that Arryn promised, but with him, the more he gave me, the more I wanted from him.
At this point, I was putty in his hands, both literally and figuratively. He bent slightly, sweeping me up into his arms, because there was no way I could walk, much less stand in this moment. He carried me over to the bed, Brannoc rising to his feet and following us. With a toss, I landed gracelessly on the mattress, bouncing slightly. I tried to sit up, brushing my hair back out of my face now that I was no longer on the verge of sleep; however, I didn’t get far. Arryn’s hand on my shoulder kept me in place, his eyes sweeping over me and my exposed flesh.
I looked at them, frustrated that both of them were still fully dressed, and the sight of their cocks jutting against their pants. I smirked, knowing that they were just as eager to be inside me as I wanted them to be.
“What’s that look for?” Arryn asked, cocking his head to the side and narrowing his eyes at me in suspicion.
“Oh, nothing,” I said with false sincerity and sweetness as my hand drifted down my stomach. I let my legs fall open, giving them both a clear view of everything downstairs, their eyes glued to me. Feeling brave, I did something I had never done before in front of others. I traced my clit with a finger, gasping in pleasure, my body still sensitive after coming. My finger circled my clit, then dipped into my opening, finding my G-spot immediately, the fleshy nub engorged and ready for stimulation. Instinct had me wanting to close my eyes, but I kept them open, focused on their reaction. As I stroked my G-spot slowly, I let a moan slip from me, earning a groan from Brannoc. Arryn just smirked at me, not rising to the bait.
“Are you having fun?” he asked me.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned out. “Lots.”
“Did you hear that, Brannoc? She thinks that her finger is enough to satisfy her. Apparently, she’s forgotten how good we can make her come with our cocks.”
“Hmm…Seems a shame,” Brannoc replied, his eyes still glued to my hand as my core clenched around my finger.
As much bravado as I had, I was desperate to feel one of them inside me, filling me up. Arryn was right, my finger was not enough. I needed them, but there was no way I would admit that to Arryn now. I’d never hear the end of it.
“How do you think we should rectify this situation?” Brannoc asked, feigning nonchalance.
Arryn smirked deviously. “I might have an idea or two. Get undressed,” he instructed Brannoc, who did as he was told, revealing his lean, hard body to me, inch by inch. My tongue darted out, licking my lips as I watched him slowly remove his shirt and then his pants, his cock bouncing slightly as it was finally freed from its prison.
Brannoc stepped forward until his thighs met the mattress, his cock bobbing only an inch from my face. All thoughts of pleasuring myself vanished from my mind as I started to roll onto my side, ready to take him into my mouth and repay the favor.
A slap on my ass had me rolling back over with an, “Ow!” I glared at Arryn. “What the fuck was that for?”
“Did I say you could suck him off?” Arryn asked me, unperturbed by my anger. I rubbed the offended spot, narrowing my eyes at him. “Now, my Queen, if you can’t do as you’re told, I’ll have no choice but to restrain you.”
I sighed in defeat, not wanting to miss out on the chance to feel them. “Fine.”
“Fine, what?” he prompted me.
“Fine. Sir,” I bit out, the subservience chafing a little. I’d never been the type to submit, but I reminded myself that Arryn would make it worth my while. “What would you like me to do, Sir?” I asked with forced sweetness.
“I’m glad you asked,” he said deviously. “I want you to lay there and watch. If you move, we stop. If you make demands, we stop. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, resisting the urge to clench my thighs together at the many images that now ran through my head. The possibilities of what came next nearly endless. Whatever it happened to be, I was totally down for it.
“Good girl,” he crooned sweetly, promises of utter domination and pleasure in his eyes.
His eyes glued to mine, he shrugged out of his shirt, pulling it over his head with one hand in a smooth movement that had my desire ramping up. When his hands found the button to his pants, my tongue darted out, my mouth suddenly dry. All of a sudden, I was a thirsty bitch who was ready for whatever he would give me.
Once him and his enormous erection were exposed to me, he stood there with his arms crossed. “Brannoc, come here.” Brannoc did as he was told, a question in his eyes as he looked at Arryn. “On your knees, Brannoc,” Arryn instructed. “I want you to suck me off like you did Rhowyn.”
Holy shit! I thought to myself. This was going to be a good show. Now, if I could just keep my hands off myself while watching it, all the better.
Brannoc dropped to his knees, his lips parting in preparation to take Arryn’s cock into his mouth. Before he could, Arryn thrust forward, roughly. His hands found the back of Brannoc’s head and kept him still as he fucked Brannoc’s mouth. The wet slurping that came from Brannoc as Arryn thrust in and out had me soaking wet.
Arryn had no mercy, his cock hitting the back of Brannoc’s throat and making him gag more than once. And even then, he didn’t let up, thrusting in and out as Brannoc moaned. “Fuck, Brannoc. You’ve got a magic mouth,” Arryn praised him. Turning to me, he asked, “Isn’t that right, my Queen?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, no thoughts about defying Arryn anywhere in my mind now. All I knew was that I didn’t want it to stop. I had to fight the urge to finger myself, my own desire ratcheting up when Arryn groaned at my words.
“Such a good girl,” he praised, his eyes drifting partially closed as his head fell back. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Just as I was sure Arryn was about to come in Brannoc’s mouth, sending me over the edge at just the sight, he pulled back roughly. He patted Brannoc’s cheek. “So good,” he praised him softly. “Now, would you like to feel my Queen’s warm cunt wrapping around that thick cock of yours, milking you with every stroke?”
Brannoc just nodded once. “Lay down on the bed next to our good girl. She’s waited so patiently. I think we should reward her. What do you think, Brannoc?”
As Brannoc situated himself on the bed next to me, he said, “I think you’re right. She’s been a very good girl. How should we reward her?”
Fuck! Their words were going to be the death of me. It took every fiber of my being to not roll over and sit on Brannoc’s cock. I wanted him inside me. Now.
“Hmmm…” Arryn teased as if sensing my impatience and need. “Would you like to sit on Brannoc’s cock, my Queen?”
“Fuck yes, Sir,” I exclaimed eagerly.
They both laughed at my enthusiasm. “I guess, since you’ve been such a good girl, that it’s the least we can do.” Arryn said, “Go. Take him, my Queen.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I scrambled over until I was straddling Brannoc, his cock brushing my entrance. His hands found my hips as I tried to tease him in return, not sinking down on him just yet. Turnabout's fair play after all.
Apparently, Brannoc wasn’t willing to wait because he pulled me down as he thrust upward, impaling me. We moaned loudly together as he bottomed out, fully seated inside me. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Brannoc breathed out.
“Is she soaking wet?” Arryn asked, from behind me.
“Fuck yes,” Brannoc said through gritted teeth. Needing more, I started to roll my hips, earning a hissed breath from Brannoc.
A slap sounded again, followed by a sharp pain on my ass. “Fuck!” I shouted, instantly freezing on top of Brannoc.
“Did I say you could move?”
“No, Sir.”
“No, I didn’t,” Arryn chastised me. The bed dipped as he climbed up on the bed, his body right behind mine. He pulled me back against him, one hand finding my breast and squeezing while the other dipped to my pussy. His fingers circled my clit briefly before he dipped two inside with Brannoc’s cock.
Holy shit, that was hot! Involuntarily, my core squeezed them both. Brannoc groaned with a soft curse while Arryn simply laughed softly, clearly pleased by his torture of us.
He withdrew his fingers, which glistened with my slickness. Instead of pushing them in my mouth like he had before, he nudged me forward until I was on my hands and knees over Brannoc, my backside exposed to him.
“Have you ever taken anyone back here?” he asked me softly as his wet fingers circled me, pushing gently with the tip of one finger.
I moaned at the sensation, shaking my head in answer to his question. His finger slowly pushed inside with a slight burning sensation, my pleasure skyrocketing at the thought of having them both inside me at once.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite hear your answer. Speak up, my Queen,” he demanded.
His finger pushed further inside me, circling until my body relaxed into the sensation, pulling a moan from me. “No, Sir.” I gasped as a second finger joined the first. “You’re the first.”
He paused, groaning. “That’s my good girl. Saving this all for me. Do you want me here? Do you want me to fuck your ass while Brannoc fucks your pussy?”
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped out, my body on fire with need. “Please, Sir. Please, fuck me,” I begged him, unable to stop myself. I needed them both inside me. Now.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his fingers pulling out of me, and I whined at the loss of him there. “Such a good girl.” A cold sensation grazed between my ass cheeks, and I felt the head of his cock pressing forward. More burning followed as he slowly slipped inside, pausing after each agonizing centimeter.
“Fuck. Arryn,” Brannoc cried out from under me. “I’m gonna need you to hurry the fuck up. I’m not sure how much more I can take. Her fucking pussy is milking me so fucking hard.”
At his words, Arryn thrust forward, a brief, sharp pain blooming inside me at the roughness, but I moaned at the complete fullness that settled into me as soon as it had passed. “Fuck. I’m gonna need you to relax, my Queen.”
“I’m trying, Sir,” I panted, so close to the edge. Arryn reached around, his finger finding my clit and rubbing it back and forth, a burst of pleasure rushing through me.
He pulled me up, my back against his chest as Brannoc pulled back. He thrust forward hard, our moans echoing in the room. Arryn pulled out slowly, teasing me further with the need for him to move. He pushed forward, hard, his hips slapping against my ass as he seated himself fully.
Then both of them began to move in earnest, alternating thrusts. When one pulled out, the other pushed in. Our moans littered the bedroom, each of us lost to the sensation of each other’s bodies. I started to climb the peak, so close to falling over, my core clenching and squeezing them both again and again. As if sensing I was close, their thrusts became more frantic and out of sync. Curses of pleasure fell from their lips as we each chased our own climaxes.
Arryn’s hand pinched my nipple at the same time Brannoc pinched my clit, sending me straight over and into the abyss. The room burst into shadows that caressed Brannoc and myself, prolonging my pleasure. Stars burst behind my eyes as the guys thrust once, twice, and then finally, they both came, my body milking every last drop of their seed from them.
We collapsed into a pile together, all of us satiated as our souls drifted back into our bodies. I felt a silly smile on my face, but there was nothing I could do to change it. I was utterly spent.
“That’s my girl,” Arryn whispered into my ear, fingers brushing my hair from my face. “Sleep. We’ve got you.” His promise was the last thing I heard before I did just that, trusting him completely.