FightingforControl (11 page)

Brad turned on the stereo while Marc poured a pitcher of ice
water and put it on a round metal tray with three glasses. “Shall we head to
the game room?”

She followed them to the smaller of the two bedrooms and
watched as they maneuvered the tall wooden plant stand into a large X and
snapped shackles onto the four points. Marc took a box out of the closet while
Brad walked over to her. “Turn around,” he said.

She did, pulling her hair to one side so Brad could loosen
the ties on her bustier. He helped her unhook the side fastenings and tossed
her top aside. His hands smoothed across her back and under her arms, then he
cupped her breasts.

Marc turned from where he worked just as Brad squeezed her
breasts, and plucked at her nipples. Lori kept her gaze on Marc, watching his
nostrils flare. If she were closer, she knew she would see his eyes darken with
the smoldering emotion he tried to keep hidden.

Brad tugged the zipper on her skirt and worked the tight
leather garment down her hips. He nipped the fleshy part of her butt cheek and
let her skirt fall free. She stepped out of it, wishing she could walk over to
Marc. She craved his attention, too. But she waited for instruction.

Holding out a hand, Marc motioned her toward the cross.
“Let’s leave her boots on tonight, do you think?”

“Definitely,” Brad agreed, following them.

Lori turned her back to the wood and held her arms out to be
snapped into the manacles. Marc worked the upper ones while Brad did her
ankles, then they stood back and looked her over.

That was always the hardest part, standing naked before them
and not sucking in her gut or hiding behind her hands. But the lust she read in
their expressions made it bearable. As did watching them undress. Oh, how she
loved watching them undress.

She stood in the same position she had when they’d first
seen her at Unfettered, bound and waiting for instruction. Yet so much had
changed. She no longer worried what they thought of her body. She didn’t fear
the pain would be more than she could bear.

Her trust was complete. Her need for Marc and Brad,
immeasurable. She sighed and wiggled, adjusting her weight on the stiletto
heels of her boots. “Um, Masters, can we get on with it?”

Marc reached for a crop and Brad stepped closer to her. He
held her gaze and smiled. “We’ve created quite a cocky sub, haven’t we?”

Snapping the crop against his palm, Marc agreed. “And the
last thing we need around here is more cocks. Are you looking to be punished?”

“If my master thinks it best.” She loved the way his cock
jumped when she called him Master.

He brought the crop down against her hip and she flinched.
“Thank you, Master.”

“Very good,” Brad mouthed around the nipple he was sucking.
His teeth abraded her skin. Her flesh tingled. Her breasts swelled and she
arched her back, offering him more.

He moved to the other side when Marc shifted to slap her
opposite hip. Together they worked her body, alternating pain and pleasure,
building her need for more of both.

She tugged at the restraints holding her arms, hating the
inability to touch them but knowing it increased her pleasure somehow.

“How are you doing?” Marc asked.

“I’m good. But I’d be better if my hands were free.”

He grunted and picked up a pinwheel. The sharp points stung
when he rolled it over her skin. He licked the pink marks, following the path
he made. Lori moaned at the blend of sensations.

Brad had moved behind her. He spread her cheeks, wetting her
with lube before inserting something slender into her ass. Her tight ring
clenched on his finger. She gasped and rocked toward his hand.

Vibrations filled her anus. Brad leaned around to look at
her face. “You like that?”

“Yes Master. Almost as much as I love your cock up there.”
She knew she was pushing it, speaking her needs instead of simply allowing them
to take care of her. But sometimes they seemed more interested in the process
and she was a results kind of girl.

Marc tapped the flogger against her ass. “If I didn’t know
you’d enjoy it too much, I’d threaten to spank you for that one.”

Lori licked her lips and tossed her hair behind her
shoulder. “I enjoy everything you do to me, Master.”

His mouth curled in a snarl and he kissed her hard, totally
throwing off her mindset. She met his thrusts with her tongue and tried to
allow him deeper in her mouth. But he pulled away, leaving her panting with
need.

Brad returned to her breasts, kneading and suckling, then
licking his way to her navel. He knelt before her, nipping the flesh of her
belly. He spread her pussy open and dipped his tongue into her juices. “So
sweet,” he mumbled.

The manacles held her in place so she couldn’t open herself
to him, and she wrestled for a moment before just letting him work. He thrust
three fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Oh God, Master C. Please don’t stop.”

She regretted the words instantly. He did just that, taking
his hands and mouth away. He rolled to his feet and glanced at Marc. “She
really is mouthy today. We need to do something about that.”

“I have just the thing.” Marc took something from the box
and tossed it in the air, caught it, then came to stand in front of Lori.
“Open.”

She opened her mouth, only to have it filled with a ball
gag, which he fastened behind her head. Her eyes widened. They’d never gagged
her before. She tried to speak but the words were so garbled she couldn’t even
understand.

“Much better,” Brad said. “But it reduces the number of
openings available to us.”

Marc grinned. “We’ll just have to make do.”

Lori rocked her hips, knowing exactly what they had planned
and looking forward to every minute of it. Marc unfastened the shackles on her
arms while Brad loosened her feet. They led her to an upholstered lounge chair.
Marc sat first and helped Lori to straddle him.

The vibrator inside her anus continued to send ripples
through her. Marc massaged her arms, loosening the muscles, then he moved to
her breasts, squeezing them and tugging on her nipples. “I love the pink skin
here,” he said softly.

Brad stroked her pussy, spreading her juices around and
pressing against her clit. He drove his fingers inside. “She is so wet, so hot
and ready for us.”

He tapped at the vibrator where it stuck out from her anus.
“Are you ready to have this removed?”

At her grunted answer he laughed. “Imagine that. She can’t
tell us what she wants.”

Marc looked over her shoulder. “Grab us a couple of
condoms.”

She felt Brad leave then his weight pressed down again
behind her. She heard the tearing foil, then Brad’s hands returned to her
pussy. The two men worked her back into a heated state and she whimpered around
the gag. She needed completion. Needed to feel a cock inside her, and two would
be even better.

Marc must have read her face as he lifted her hips and
positioned her over his cock. She moaned when he filled her and tried hard not
to rock her way to ecstasy right away.

Brad pressed against her back. “Lean forward, baby.” He
helped her stretch her legs and lie on Marc, his cock still deep inside her.
Fingering her anus, Brad spread more lube and worked her tight muscle.

When the hard head pressed against her, she focused on
relaxing, knowing how much she had to stretch to fit him in. He pushed in and
waited, then began to stroke in and out.

She matched his rhythm and rode Marc’s cock, his hands on
her hips helping. The fullness of two cocks made her that much wetter, that
much hornier, that much needier. She bit down on the ball gag and rocked
faster.

The men were beyond words, grunting and panting as they
fucked her. The familiar sounds of them getting closer to orgasm fed her own.
She realized she hadn’t been given permission and panicked.

Lori clutched Marc’s biceps and gasped, hoping he understood
her plea for permission. He did. “Come for me, Lori.”

He held her gaze, forcing her with his eyes to keep hers
open and let him watch her come. Her pussy throbbed around him, her anus clenched,
and she shattered. She screamed, jerked, and rocked on their cocks.

Brad’s murmurings matched pace with his deep thrusts into
her ass. He stiffened, shuddered, and groaned.

Marc lifted Lori’s hips and pistoned his cock inside her,
the wet sloshing sounds of her cum ringing out. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, pumping
one more time. His grip on her loosened, then he lowered her onto his chest.

She lay there, panting, listening to his pounding heart.
Brad stretched beside them and she turned her head to smile at him. He pushed
her hair back from her face and wiped at the sweat trickling down her brow.

Reaching behind her, he loosened the gag and helped her
remove it. “Can I get you a drink?”

She shook her head. “Not now. I just want to lie here.” She
placed her palm on his chest and watched it rise and sink as he caught his
breath.

Sighing, she planted a kiss on Marc’s sweaty skin. He
smoothed her hair where the gag had been. Her eyelids grew heavy as her body
relaxed. That surprised her. She hated sleeping at the homes of her lovers.

Her past lovers, she corrected. These two were in a
completely different class than the men she’d been with before. How right Marc
and Brad had been when they told her what was missing in her life. What she
needed.

She needed them. Their ability to take control of a
situation. To read her needs and take care of her. To let her take care of
them.

“I’m so lucky,” she said.

Brad lifted his head and rested it on his bent arm. “How
so?”

“I listened to you guys.”

Marc’s silent laugh rocked her and she rose on her arms.
“What?”

“The image of you, listening.”

She gave him a playful slap on his chest, then ran her palm
over the tight muscle there. Her fingers itched to explore their bodies any
chance she got. “But if I hadn’t listened, we wouldn’t be here now.”

Marc’s smile faded and his eyes darkened. “That’s true.
We’re lucky you trusted us.”

She glanced at Brad to include him in her question. “Did you
have any idea how hard it would be for me to trust you?”

“Yeah,” Brad said. “Someone as unbending as you usually has
good reason for it.”

Marc grunted. “I’d love to get my hands on whoever hurt you
enough to put that wall up.”

She gave him a quick kiss. “I don’t even think it was one
person. More a series of disappointments. Bad choices on my part. I’ll own up,
take responsibility for it.”

“But that’s behind you now.” Brad’s hand on her back was
reassuring, even when she hadn’t noticed her uncertainty.

She smiled at him, and at Marc, but didn’t voice the
question in the back of her mind.
For how long? Until you tire of me?

Marc nudged her chin until she looked him in the eye. “It’s
in the past. You have us now.”

Brad kissed her shoulder. “For as long as you want us. And
as often as you want us,” he added with a growl.

Turning her head, she let him kiss her until she had to
breathe again. Then she rolled between them on the narrow lounge and let them
show her just how much her body enjoyed them.

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