Natalie Acres (34 page)

“I’m not in that,” Trixie told her. “I refuse to team up against her when she’s heard enough from Daddy Kane. She’s a big girl, Ansley. Let her make her own decisions.”

“Jason Neely is an ass!”

“He may be the biggest prick on this planet, but she’s tried to live without him and she’s far more miserable without him than she is with him. We can’t choose who our siblings love.”

“Don’t I know it,” Ansley teased. “Put me on speakerphone.”

“Lord, you’re so immature.”

“This coming from the woman who ran away from Cow Camp when she didn’t get her way? Oh please. Hurry, I want Rory and Brock to hear this.”

Trixie set the phone on the bed and hit option one. “Okay, what is it?”

“Well, it’s just that you are so right about not being able to choose who our sisters love. I mean, good God, look at you, girl. You chose two of the most possessive men in the universe. And Brock? Whew. Who could live with his high-handed attitude?”

Trixie winked at Brock.

“And Rory? Lord have mercy, Rory? He’s a quiet church mouse but don’t get him pissed off. He’d tell the devil to go to hell.”

Trixie laughed. “Are you done aggravating my men, little sister?”

“I guess so,” she said flippantly.

“Good,” Brock said. “For that, I’m calling Tristan and telling him to spank that prissy ass.”

“He has a paddle in hand now,” she teased.

“Tell him to leave blisters,” Rory said.

“A few of them,” Brock added.

“Glad you’re home, Brock,” Ansley said. “You, too, Rory.”

“We’re glad to be home,” Brock said.

“Night, all!”

“Behave, little sister,” Trixie said, clicking the off button and eyeing her fellows suspiciously. “You two are up to something.”

“Good things come to those who wait,” Brock said, retrieving a dark silk scarf from his pocket and reaching around her head to secure the clip against her head.

Once Trixie was blindfolded, Brock lifted her from the bed. “Where are we going?”

“Change of scenery,” Rory told her.

Brock carried her a few feet away from the bedroom and entered another room in the house. “Where are we?”

“The guest room,” Brock replied, placing her on the satin sheets.

Trixie stroked the soft material and relaxed against a large square pillow. “Now what?”

“Now, we give you a dose of your own medicine,” Brock replied, dragging her nightshirt away from her body. “And don’t ever go to bed in this old thing again. Understand?”

“Oh yes, Sir,” she drawled.

Brock kissed her lips, forcing them to part with a thrust of tongue. Trixie shivered from the impact of his passionate kiss. When their lips parted, she kept her voice low when she asked, “Can I have one request?”

“As long as it’s reasonable,” Brock replied.

“Will you forego the nipple clamps? My breasts are too tender for vibrating tubes.”

“Rory? Any objections?”

“Damn,” he grumbled. “I wanted to see those things in use.”

“I really don’t like them,” she said, turning her head toward his voice. “I mean, I like them, but not right now. Pregnancy kind of makes a woman’s body sensitive to certain toys.”

“Bless her heart,” Brock said, stroking her hair.

“Don’t patronize me, Sir,” she snapped.

A hard slap came down against her bare mound. She jerked from the impact. “Ouch.”

“Is ‘ouch’ the best you have?” He patted her pussy again.

“Spank it,” she rasped, spreading her legs wider.

“My pleasure,” Brock said.

Trixie lay there awaiting another good swat. Instead of receiving another smack, she felt alone, completely abandoned.

She slowly lifted her hand to the blindfold and started to sneak a peek underneath. Immediately, Rory grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Oh no you don’t.”

Sucking her fingers between his lips, Rory snaked his tongue around her middle digit. Trixie breathed a heavy sigh, luxuriating in the feel of his lips drawing her finger inside the hot recess of his mouth.

At the same time, her legs were wrapped in silk material and secured to the bedposts. “How’s that?”

“Depends on what you plan to do now that you have me spread out like an eagle?”

“Impatient little thing aren’t ’cha?” Brock stroked her inner thigh with rough hands.

She scooted to the edge of the mattress. “Make yourself useful, Sir.”

Brock slapped her mound with some sort of flogger. The heavy leather straps burned her flesh and she bucked underneath the pressure, longing for another strike.

“More?”

“No.” Brock cupped her breast and raked his thumb over her nipple. “Be silent, vixen.”

“But—”

“No, buts, Trix,” Rory said. “We want you to lie there without saying a word.”

“I don’t think she can do it. We need to do something to guarantee our rules aren’t broken.”

“A headgear might do the trick,” Rory suggested.

“You’re not about to gag me.”

“Wanna bet?” Brock asked.

A few seconds passed in silence. The shuffling of feet made her nervous but nothing could’ve prepared her for the excitement they held in store when Rory bound her hands and Brock tucked a bit between her lips and secured the small headgear.

“Mmm,” she hummed.

“Too late, doll,” Rory said, tilting her chin up. “You asked for more. You wanted the lifestyle.”

Brock clucked. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”

Bound and gagged, Trixie felt positively sexy as she lay there trying to decipher positioning, what they might have had in mind.

Someone struck her pussy with the flogger again. She moaned in delight as the light strikes continued.

The head of a toy was stuffed inside her rectum. The rounded tip was cool and dripping with lubricant.

Her pussy clenched in anticipation as her body became an instrument for uninhibited sex. She rolled her hips forward, using the scarves around her wrists to bring her body forward.

She mumbled against the soft bit again, uncertain of what she had intended to say but confident they wouldn’t carry on with this much longer. They knew her tolerance. They surely realized this only enhanced her lust.

A slow swipe parted her wet folds. Fingers worked around the butt plug. Her hips shot off the bed and Brock’s guttural growl filled the room.

He must’ve thought she wasn’t an attentive woman. She’d recognize his growl anywhere, just like she’d know that long, meaty tongue.

Lips locked around her clit, rolling the sensitive bud to a painfully hard point. Desire kicked her libido’s ass as fingers strummed inside her pussy.

Oh God, she was in heaven. She’d never known such tender pampering.

Hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples spiked as one mouth ravaged her, working from side to side, from one hard point to the other.

Fingers crawled up her inner thighs. A tongue plunged inside her pussy.

Her head jerked as probing fingers worked around the butt plug, stretching her, filling her. The hotness inside her ran deep. Her wet pussy saturated her folds and she ground against the chin there teasing her, rubbing against her.

She wanted more. She
needed
more.

A warm mouth suckled her nipple. Moaning. She heard moaning. Was it hers or theirs? She couldn’t tell. She existed for their pleasure. She was there for their use, for their ultimate satisfaction.

Oh, what a fantasy. She propelled her body forward. She ground her pussy against the rough stubble on one of their faces. Who hadn’t shaved?
Damn it!
She couldn’t remember.

Seconds later, a tongue thrust sent her spinning. A face moved from side to side. One of them really set out to make her crazy. He moved his head from side to side, going deep as he ate her pussy and used his tongue to penetrate her with unyielding persistence.

She wanted one of them to speak. She needed someone to say something.

“Damn,” Brock rasped.

Her head turned toward his voice. There. Okay. Now, she wanted to hear Rory’s voice, even a guttural sound to prove where he was positioned.

Again, that damning tongue ran through her folds. Her orgasm inched closer. Her hunger for them was nearing the point of no return. Oh God, the buildup was becoming close to a painful burden, but it was also laden with so much pleasure.

The bit was released and a hungry mouth assaulted her lips. The attack was sensual and sexy. The kisser’s mouth was exquisite and talented. She knew those lips. She recognized Brock’s kiss.

The bit was replaced. She breathed out through her nose, releasing a heavy breath of frustration. Again, her pussy was possessed by a reverent tongue, the side-to-side swipes driving her out of her mind.

She tried to pull herself up again. She was close to exploding. She would come. God help her, she couldn’t wait for permission.

Her back arched. Her body shivered. She moaned out in pleasure as her climax took hold, but whoever was between her legs moved away from her as her orgasm ripped through her channel.

Left with violent tremors, she humped at thin air without anyone there to carry her into the next realm of gratification.

Damn them!

She writhed against the mattress, her body damp from perspiration. She wanted to indulge in these fantasies, but through these experiences, she also wanted to be vindicated. Surely they didn’t expect her to find her orgasms satisfying without the heavy stroke of their dicks or tongues.

“Relax, sub,” Brock whispered at her ear. “You’ll enjoy this.”

She muttered and hummed. She wanted to speak. She longed to tell them what she needed most!

“What’s that?” Brock taunted her. “Do you want me to take away the headgear?”

She strained against the restraints. She threw her body forward once more.

“I guess you’ve had enough. It’s been a long day,” he said, working with the buckle at the side of her head. Once he removed the headgear and bit, he replaced the object in her mouth with his skillful tongue, kissing her like he had never kissed her before, exploring her mouth as he framed her face and made love to her lips, lavishing them with a ravenous lover’s kiss.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “You two are driving me crazy.”

“You’re fucked,” Brock told her.

“I hope so.”

And just like that, his promise materialized.

Mitch had watched from the corner, awaiting the perfect time to join them. Brock gave him the nod and Mitch went to her.

Kneeling between her legs, he gripped Brock’s shoulder for support, willing himself not to give away their secret until the very end.

He rubbed his tip over her folds. The wide head spread her pussy lips and he sank inside, feeding her one inch at a time.

Her diamond-shaped nipples hardened and her head rolled from side to side. “So much pleasure. So much love.”

Mitch slapped her pussy and she jerked. Her pussy pinched his cock and held him tightly in place. He slapped again and stared down at her pretty, inflamed lips, admiring how they flared in acceptance as he slowly stretched her.

The butt plug was barely inserted now. He pulled out and stared down at the object, quickly debating whether or not he wanted to take her ass and fuck her like an untamed savage.

Brock gave him a quick glare and shook his head in warning. Considering her pregnancy, Mitch didn’t dare breach that ass of hers without permission.

Rory untied her legs and Mitch pressed his cock higher, twisting his hips as he moved closer, sank deeper.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her body arching to his in acceptance.

“How’s that feel, baby?” Brock asked.

“Incredible,” she replied, her face flushed.

Mitch fucked her, gripping Brock’s shoulder and savoring the clench of her pussy wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock. As his balls slapped against her ass, he became aware of something he needed, something he’d always wanted to do to Trixie but hadn’t dared.

It was time to give her the most exquisite of pleasures.

Pulling out, Mitch grabbed a box of wipes from the bedside table. He hurriedly swiped her from front to back.

Trixie yanked at the ties binding her hands. “What are you doing?”

“What do you want me to do?” Brock asked.

Mitch stared at that quivering puckered hole pulsing between her cheeks. Using the wipe, he swirled the damp cloth around and around before tossing it aside and settling between her legs once more.

He blew a steady stream of hot air over her pussy lips, sucking them between his lips and running his tongue up and down the swollen folds. Then he dipped his head lower, ready to invade her in a way he knew no other man had ever dared.

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