Leah's Triplet Mates (5 page)

Actually fucking them would likely be a whole lot easier than retrieving the stamps and the car.

Bram led the way into the dungeon. Hardy was parking his car in the basement, and then he’d put the woman’s car there as well. The panthers’ warehouse home occupied an entire block, and was hidden behind a very high wire security fence and protected with a multitude of high tech devices, but anyone could look through the wire at the parking lot, so the basement was the safest place for both vehicles right now.

Saxon carried the woman into the dungeon, and Bram opened the equipment drawer, taking out a ball gag and a blindfold hood. Saxon nodded. Bram couldn’t wait to get his hands on her and strip her naked. Then he’d chain her up and feast his eyes on her body. He knew she’d be beautiful. The glimpses he’d had of her face, and just watching her walk and move so confidently and gracefully, told him she was going to be everything he needed to set his dick alight with need.

He just hoped he could convince Hardy and Saxon of that. All his instincts told him she was their mate, a smart, beautiful woman who’d fallen right into their arms. How could she not be everything they desired?

Saxon lifted the coat off the woman’s head, and instantly, Bram pushed the ball gag into her mouth, tightened the straps at the back of her head, and dropped the blindfold hood over her head. The woman’s body was quivering, and it was clear she wanted to speak to them, but Bram was certain it wasn’t fear driving her. It was anger. The brief glimpse he’d gotten of her eyes had shown him they were flashing with anger, not full of tears or fear. He grinned at Saxon. That was amazing. It proved how strong and feisty she was. Perfect for them.

Bram kneeled down and untied her feet, carefully keeping his balls away from any possible kicking she might do. And that was her first reaction as he’d expected. Although after he’d unzipped her jeans her thrashing around actually helped him, strip them off her legs. He removed her skintight black boots and plain black socks. He left her little panties on, although he would have much preferred to take them off as well. He did take the time to smooth his palm over her long, slender legs, loving the soft touch of her skin. Cautiously he trailed her fingers over to the softer, more sensitive inner skin of her thighs, stroking her there delicately.

She went still as he touched her, but once again he had no sense of fear from her. He could smell her skin and there was no sign of the aroma terror gave off.

One glance at Saxon showed that his brother didn’t approve of him touching her, but he hadn’t said anything either, so it was all good.

Together they walked her across the dungeon to a set of chains hanging from the ceiling. This time it was Saxon who untied her wrists and Bram who pulled her tight sweater and T-shirt off her body, taking care not to dislodge the blindfold as he did.

Saxon rubbed her shoulders to loosen any muscles strained from having had her arms behind her back for a while, and then they each locked one of her wrists onto the chains, holding her positioned so she could stand with her feet flat on the floor.

Saxon went across to the wall and brought back a spreader bar and they locked her ankles into it. That would make it much harder for her to kick them. Poor Saxon’s balls must still be hurting him.

The door opened, and Hardy arrived. He took one look at the woman, grinned, and pulled his own sweater and shirt off. Hardy walked to the wall and unhooked his favorite whip, flicking it through the air several times in quick succession. Suddenly Bram’s clothing was much too tight. He stripped naked and tugged on his cock while staring at the woman. Hurriedly he walked across to the equipment drawer and pulled out a knife.

Then he returned and stood, resting his body against the woman’s back. She could feel his thick, hard dick. He knew that from the way her body tensed against his. He gripped the side of her panties and pulled them away from her body and handed the knife to Hardy.

“You won’t need these anymore.” Hardy sliced the knife through the fabric, cutting it at both hips so the underwear dropped to her feet in two pieces.

“No one here will rape you. We don’t take a woman against her will. We never have, and we never will, but quite soon, I expect you’ll be begging us to fuck you. All of us. There are three men here, and we like to share a woman, especially one as fascinating and intriguing as you,” said Bram, wiggling his hard, aching dick against her ass.

Bram moved away, and Hardy stepped up behind her. “But first you need to be punished for destroying my car. It’s going to cost a shitload of money to repair the window and both taillights. If you were a man, I’d beat you so it really hurt. Since you’re a woman, I plan to whip you until you’re begging for an orgasm. Begging us to fuck you. And instead of letting you come, I’ll deny you that release.”

Hardy was a master with the whip. He genuinely did know how to whip a sub until their skin was fiery hot with desire. Bram had watched him do it before but never to someone who’d gotten away with as much as this woman had. Always in the past the woman had asked to be whipped. This woman hadn’t, but Bram promised himself he’d ensure she finished up enjoying this session, even if she was deserving of much tougher punishment.

She’s mine. Ours. And I’ll tie her to us with unbreakable cords of her desire for our mastery and our cocks.

Saxon walked in front of her and lifted the blindfold. “My name is Saxon and I’m going to remove the ball gag briefly. You will have one minute and only one minute to say whether or not you consent to be punished for the damage you have done to our property.”

Bram held his breath as Saxon lifted the ball gag.

“I’m not sorry I damaged your car. You can punish me if you wish.”

Bram watched as Hardy methodically whipped her ass until it was a fiery red all over, but no skin was broken. Bram acknowledged his brother was a true Dom in that way. It took a hell of a lot of talent not to break the skin with so many hard strokes. He also watched the occasional very light stroke that flicked between her legs to caress her cunt and her inner thighs. Even from across the room he could smell her arousal, and it was making his dick harder than it’d ever been before.

When Hardy hung up his whip, Saxon stood in front of the woman. He’d taken something from the equipment drawer, but Bram didn’t know what it was.

Saxon unsnapped the woman’s bra and said, “I don’t appreciate the way you treated my cock and balls. Later you can suck them deep and soothe all the hurt away with your mouth. But right now I have a little gift for you to remind you of what you did to me.”

Saxon kneeled down and buried his face in her mound. Bram wondered if he was putting a clit clamp on her or clothespins on her nether lips maybe.

When Saxon stood up, Bram saw he’d guessed correctly. A row of little metal clips adorned the woman’s labia and clit.

“It’s time for us to talk. Nod your head if you promise not to scream when I remove the ball gag. I have to warn you we will not be pleased if you lie to us.”

The woman’s head nodded even before he’d stopped speaking.

Bram heaved a sigh of relief. Now, at last he could touch her, and hopefully fuck her. He hurried to the side of the room and unhooked the bed from the wall. It dropped down into place, and he sat on the end of it, gently stroking his hot, hard dick as Saxon and Hardy unlocked her from the chains and the spreader bar before pulling the hood off her head and removing the ball gag from her mouth.

She looked right at him and blinked as she adjusted her eyes to the bright light.

Bram smiled at her. This was the first time he’d seen her face properly, and she was stunningly beautiful. Okay, her short, brown hair was messy, and her big brown eyes were wide with—with what? Not fear. Not even apprehension. Maybe just with absorbing the room. He supposed it was kind of strange to someone who’d never been here before.

* * * *

Leah hoped like hell the one who’d told her she wasn’t going to be allowed to orgasm had been wrong. Every inch of her flesh itched to come. Her ass was as hot as fire, and the heat had penetrated deep inside to her core, cranking up her need into the stratosphere. The clothespins on her clit and pussy lips had almost made her orgasm on the spot, but, unfortunately, not quite. Her nipples were hot and tight, her breasts were aching to be touched, and her body longed for a cock. Or, hell, even five minutes alone with her fingers would work right now.

Besides, one man had said he wanted to fuck her and another one had said she had to suck his cock, so since the third one said she wasn’t going to get an orgasm, two out of three was a mighty fine score in her mind. She just hoped she could remember how to suck a man’s cock. It’d been a very long time. Preachers’ daughters tended not to get very many boyfriends. At least not ones interested in sex anyway.

Saxon. That was the one who said about her sucking his cock so that must have been the one who’d grabbed her first and who she’d kneed in the groin.

Leah looked around the room—dungeon—but couldn’t see her mesh bag and the stamp albums anywhere. That would have to be her first consideration. Getting them back so she could sell them for whatever they were worth, more than the fucktard had told her father, certainly, but maybe it wouldn’t be enough to pay all the utility bills, unfortunately. Well, she’d just have to get what she could for them and hope some kind donor gave them some money she could use before her father handed it to another person in distress.

The two men who’d untied her escorted her across to the bed where the third man sat, stroking a most impressive cock. Damn, he looked huge. And hot. And ready for her. His torso was sculpted, his thighs muscular, and he looked at her like a starving man looked at a good meal. Oh yum. Her cunt was already dripping with cream from the whipping and seeing him made her even wetter.

The one with a bare chest but still wearing his jeans asked, “Are you going to pay to repair my car?”

“Have you got my stamp albums?”

“They’re not yours. They’re John-Peter someone or other’s.”

“John-Paul is my father. They are mine.”

“And you didn’t answer the question, Little Miss Trouble,” said the naked one, pulling her onto the bed beside him and pressing one leg between hers.

She hissed at the touch of his hot skin against hers. He smiled at her, his beautiful black eyes gleaming, and then very slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he lowered his head to her breast and flicked a tongue over her nipple.

Leah couldn’t help herself. She sighed and pushed her breast up at his mouth. He rubbed his thick cock on her leg before bending lower and sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Every thought left her brain except for how magnificently he did that. His cock was a hot, hard line on her thigh, but his mouth was making love to her nipple, her areola, her entire breast.

“Oh yes. Yes, please,” she whispered.

The one who’d been dressed was naked and lying beside her on the bed. “Suck my balls. Make them feel good again.”

Ah, that one was Saxon.

The one sucking her breast moved away, and she sat up. “I’m sorry about that, but you shouldn’t have tried to stop me.”

He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth over his cock.

It really was an extremely nice cock. Huge, just like the other man’s, and standing up erect from a nest of wiry black curls. Actually, they all had short, curly black hair. Triplets, she reminded herself as she licked up and down his shaft and then sucked gently on one ball and then the other.

Leah tried to remember everything she’d learned about how to suck a cock. Most of her knowledge came from listening to other girls talk about their experiences rather than her own hands-on efforts. But she had given several blowjobs back in her senior year of high school, and now she focused on everything she’d learned and been told.

Although it was damn hard to do so when her body was screaming to be fucked. Leah had never considered herself to be highly sexed, and right now, her body was acting as if she was some kind of nymphomaniac. She wondered if these men, these panther shape-shifters, were giving off some kind of aphrodisiac scent or something. But with her nose buried in this man’s cock curls, all she could smell was man with a hint of salty sweat and an even lighter fragrance of something spicy. Certainly nothing that should be driving her desire off the charts the way it was.

Leah drew in a deep breath and sucked the long, thick cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and then let him slide out again, scraping her teeth lightly over the cockhead as she let it out.

Cream was dripping from her cunt, and her ass burned from the whipping, but neither of them was as arousing as the cock in her mouth. Leah flattened her tongue and licked up the side of his erection, turned her head, and pasted another long, wet stripe on his shaft. This time when she sucked him into her mouth he groaned and tugged on her hair, turning her head just exactly the way he wanted it.

The man who’d complained about her damaging his car pushed her body a little to the side and began pinching and tugging on her nipples.

All the breath puffed out of her lungs with the intense need that came at his touch. From behind her, a pair of hands smoothed over her red-hot ass.

“Tell us we can fuck you. Say yes. Admit that you want our cocks deep inside your body.” The third man’s cock was pressing against her hot butt, the cockhead damp with pre-cum.