Punished by My Neighbor 4-Book Box Set (8 page)

Four hours later, I was still alone in my apartment. I wore Mr. Barrows’ favorite of my dresses, a vibrant coral wrap dress that he said made my ebony skin glow as if lit from a flame within. I’d tied it so that the scalloped edge of my lacy pink bra showed above the neckline.

Every few minutes, I’d get up from the couch to check the clock on the microwave above the stove. The time ticked by like molasses, every minute stoking the fire of desire that rose in me and crushing me a little more with the agony of their not showing up.

They couldn’t possibly be so cruel, could they?

Finally, I’d determined that I would get up and do some unpacking, and rose from the couch again just as the door pounded open and my three neighbors stormed in, each in their firemen-at-a-fire work uniforms, suspenders, hats and all.

Bren grinned when he locked eyes on me. “Hey beautiful,” he said. “Work emergency--sorry about the hold up.”

Ruff hushed him. “She didn’t mind the wait.”

I opened my mouth to protest or to welcome them or to say I was glad they were safe, but one sharp look from Ruff and my mouth snapped shut before I could utter a word. For such a red-headed mischievous sort, he was much more stern than I’d have expected. I suddenly found myself wondering about their work hierarchy at the firehouse, but didn’t dare ask aloud.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked and Bren grinned, scrubbing his hands through his blond hair.

“You sure you’re ready to take care of three men, princess?”

Elliot and Ruff smirked knowingly and I wondered about the full implications of
take care of
as he meant it.

I shrugged and the ties of my wrap dress loosened just enough for my dress to slip down my shoulder. Languidly, I traced my fingers over my collar bone to fetch the neckline, but Elliot stepped close and grabbed my hand. “Leave it, Bella” he said, his voice gravely.

I nodded, wishing I could think of something sexy to say, but these three men left me tongue tied. My nerves felt naked under their masculine desire and I ached for each one of them.

Elliot massaged my palm for a moment, warming it. My knees wobbled and I leaned against him to steady myself.

“Already made her choice, has she?” Bren said, nudging Ruff with an elbow.

“We’ll see about that,” Ruff said, the challenge clear.

I glanced from one man to the next, Elliot’s dark hair curling to his shoulders making him look like an ancient Roman god, Ruff’s smattering of freckles making him look like a reckless imp (though I knew better by now--the man was outright dangerous), and Bren who seemed so friendly but his piercing blue eyes promised a savagery I wasn’t sure either of the other two men could match.

I couldn’t have chosen if I’d wanted to. And I didn’t want to. Bren stepped behind me then, snaking an arm around my waist and gathering me tight against his chest, the buckles of his uniform's suspenders biting into my back. “That’s right,” Ruff said. “You two hold her steady for me.”

Elliot brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “We only let him go first because he’s the smallest of the three of us--we’ll give you a chance to get used to us one at a time before working up to all of us at once.”

I gasped. They expected me to pleasure all of them at once? How was that even physically possible? I mean, sure, I could have handled Mr. Teeny Weenie and his tiniest friend (and you
know
the man had pencil dick friends). But these men... The testosterone that swirled around me now as Ruff began to free his muscle-bound chest from his uniform made it clear these men were going to be well-equipped to take me on their own.

And the math still didn’t add up for me--I could approximately imagine DP with one man standing to my front and one to the back. But where did the third cock go, exactly? There wasn’t time to consider, though, as Ruff had freed himself of his uniform and his yellow firepants slumped on the floor around his bare feet. His cock glistened with precum and swelled to a truly impressive size. I swallowed, hard, and looked at Elliot, hoping he’d revise his prior statement about Ruff being the smallest, but instead he untied my wrap dress, holding it in place with a warm, wide palm.

Bren gestured to my dress, but Ruff shook his head and shrugged, his taught muscles rippling across broad shoulders. So, I was to be left mostly dressed, for now, at least.

Ruff’s freckles splattered across his entire body, from his hairline down to between his toes. Even his cock had been well speckled as if an artist had shaken a paint brush over him again and again. An urge stirred in me to trace each over each one with a tender fingertip.

He stepped closer, his cock swaying in anticipation and I realized I couldn’t drag my eyes from the spectacle of it. He was better hung than even Mr. Barrows and it had been several months since even Mr. Teeny Weenie had been inside me--there was no way, regardless of how aroused I might be--there was no way that would fit inside me now that I'd been chaste for so long.

Elliot stood to my side, and Bren stood at my back, and together the two men held me steady as if I were about to start struggling and part of me wanted to. Part of me wanted to fight against these men, not because I wasn't wholly willing to surrender to their overwhelming lust, but because the idea of being wrestled into submission by three alpha firemen was practically enough to bring me to delicious orgasm before they'd even touched me.

I glanced from Elliot--his face inscrutable--to Ruff--his breath already coming faster and his eyes desperately hungry for me.

Ruff wrapped his arms around me, his palms cupping my buttocks, pulling me closer to him. He wrenched my legs apart, still partly covered by the wrap skirt of my dress and discovered my naked, wet pussy.

When I’d tried to put on panties before, the stinging from Ruff’s rough treatment with a razor blade and blistering aftershave had been too intense. I'd discarded them in a heap. Ruff discovered this now and he grinned before pressing his fingers against my tender parts, a sadistic twinkle lighting his eyes. “Too sore for panties, huh?”

Bren laughed against my neck, his grip around my waist tightening. He ran one hand down my inner thigh, lifting my leg into the air to give Ruff easier access.

Ruff brushed the head of his penis along me, wetting himself in my juices. He dipped his fingers in as well and murmured, “So you do want me, huh princess?” Then he withdrew his fingers and brought them to  his mouth. “Mmm... You taste good,” he said. “Would you like to taste for yourself?” His eyes half closed in satisfaction, I nodded hesitantly. Something told me denying these men would get dangerous very fast and, besides, I didn’t want to deny them anything.

His fingers entered me again, my soaking wet pussy welcoming him eagerly, and then he brought them to my face, tracing his wet fingers over my lips before slipping them inside my mouth. “Mmm,” I moaned, uncontrollably.

“That’s right,” Ruff said. And then while I was distracted, he rammed himself inside me, his size tearing my pussy as if he were sliding a hot poker inside me. I cried out in pain even as the delicious hurt gave way to delirious pleasure and Bren held me tighter in place.

Ruff thrust himself deep inside me, the head of his thick cock kissing places that had never before been touched, whether by cock, fingers or toy. The searing pain and the explosive pleasure tangled together and my knees buckled. I would have fallen to the floor if it weren’t for Bren and Elliot holding me so strongly upright.

Bren began to grind against me from behind in rhythm with Ruff’s thrusting, and the buckles of Bren’s uniform scuffed against my flesh. I could feel Bren, enormous and hard against my ass. My tender, freshly-shaved pussy was being ravaged by Ruff, and from Bren’s arousal, these men were not going to stop until I begged them to. The idea of three sexy, strong firemen who would take me again and again until I was desperate for mercy.

“Get her on the floor,” Elliot said, his voice coming in urgent pants. “She’s going to have to blow me.”

They fumbled me to the floor, Ruff releasing me for a moment, only to spring on me once I was flat on my belly. Elliot arranged himself, legs spread wide, still wearing his uniform, but his impressive cock released from his fireman's pants. He scooted closer and as soon as I could reach, he was in my mouth, tasting him while Ruff continued to pound me savagely.

I lifted myself onto my elbows so I could get a better angle on Elliot's magnificent rod, and licked his frenulum slowly. His skin was salty and tinged with the bitter taste of his precum and my mouth watered with desire.

I cradled his balls for a moment, treating them with care. Ruff dug his fingers into my ass for better traction and though he was still considerably too large for me and the tearing sensation with each thrust had barely lessened, I was so into it, this being taken by two alpha firemen neighbors at once.

I ducked my head and took as much of Elliot into my mouth as I could manage. His thick cock choked me and I could barely breathe around it, but I didn’t ease up, I was so desperate for this enormous cock to pound against that soft, delicate spot at the back of my throat. I sucked hard and stroked him with my tongue. Elliot moaned softly, snarling his fingers at the back of my head, urging me tighter.

Behind me, I could tell Ruff was close from the desperate, gasping noises he was uttering. Elliot massaged my scalp with his fingertips, pulling me hard against his groin. My body felt utterly overwhelmed by sensation. The throbbing pain Ruff was inflaming in my pussy, coupled with the delicious friction of his thick cock in my tight, wet slit. I was gagging on Elliot, and still wanted to take him deeper, this enormous member that was so deliriously hard.

Suddenly, Bren began to count backwards and it took me a moment to understand what was going on, but as Ruff pounded me faster, and Elliot pulled me harder against him, I realized they were aiming to flood me with cum at the same moment. Three.... Two...

One.

I couldn’t breathe, Elliot just kept coming down my throat. I gagged on his creamy, hot fluid, and it dribbled out the corners of my mouth. Ruff was filling me up every bit as much, every bit as hot. And somehow, the idea that both men were coming inside me at the same moment, so thick and hot and wet, brought me to immediate, explosive orgasm. My entire body tensed with pleasure, violently shaking, overcome by these two men who’d just had their way with me.

The men collapsed, spent and panting, and I nestled against Ruff for a moment, idly stroking Elliot’s inner thigh, toying with the soft dark hair that grew there.

Ruff bit my ear with his last bit of strength and said, “Easy princess, your work’s not done yet. It’s Bren’s turn now.”

Bren grinned down at me, his blue eyes glinting with hunger. “And Bren intends to take his time,” he said.

“Give us a show then,” Ruff said.

“On all fours, princess,” Bren said. “We’ll make this good for them.”

I got onto my hands and knees at an angle from Ruff and Elliot so they could see properly. My coral dress fell down loose, covering my shoudlers, but pushed away from my breasts. My ass was completely bare and I felt strangely exposed in this wild, passionate state of undress.

Bren knelt beside me and I was confused. He was still fully dressed in his fireman’s uniform. “Before I take you,” Bren said, “I think you deserve a spanking.”

My eyes widened and I looked at the sexy, broad blond beside me. “For what?” I said in a tone that was probably borderline haughty.

He curled a finger under my chin. “You didn’t even ask if I wanted you to split your attentions between Elliot and I. You made me feel excluded. Hurt my feelings.”

I swallowed. “I’m sorry,” I replied honestly. I certainly hadn’t meant to exclude anyone.

“Good. Now to see that it doesn’t happen again.” And with that, he brought his bare hand down on my ass with such force I howled in pain. He was considerably stronger than Mr. Barrows—something I wouldn't have thought possible until that moment he made contact. “That’s right, princess,” he said. “Let me know how much I’m hurting you.” He smacked me again and again I cried out bitterly. Again, his hand cracked down on my bare bottom, and tears stung my eyes. “Promise you’ll do anything to make it up to me.”

I shook my head. Though this punishment scalded, I certainly wasn’t about to make such an enormous promise simply to end it. He chuckled under his breath and rose, leaving the room for a moment. When he came back, he carried a tawse which he slapped slowly across one broad hand.

“Know what this is, princess?”

I nodded.

“I knew you were dirtier than you let on.” He settled himself beside me, dangling the ends of the tawse along the hand prints emblazoned on my bottom. “Now, I’m going to strike you until you’re ready to promise, do you understand.”

I nodded and took in a deep breath.

The tawse cracked against my skin, sparking pain everywhere it landed. I gasped. It struck me again and I choked back a sob. Again. And then again.

But still I refused to promise. Even when I saw stars behind my eyes as the tawse landed in the same spot twice. I met his eye with an unspoken challenge. Was this the best this brutal, beautiful man could do?

Then it landed against the same tender places a third time, and then a fourth and I blubbered. “I promise.”

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, massaging fingertips over the sore places he’d inflamed, sending fresh sparks of pain crashing through me.

He undid his yellow fireman pants enough to pull his magnificent cock free, and though he was already hard and didn't need any further arousal from me, I was desperate to have it in my mouth. I lunged for him, but he just laughed and rebuffed me. “Too late for that, princess. We’re doing this the hard way.”

And with that, he moved behind me. Like Ruff, he gave me no time to become accustomed to his size, and instead dug his nails deep into the welts he’d made on my ass while driving himself as deep as my body would allow. “You’ve got to let me in,” he murmured, almost soothingly. “Relax princess.”

I shifted a little and took a deep breath, the fiery slicing pain seared me, as he drove himself deeper. I whimpered and he chuckled. “It won’t hurt so much next time,” he said. “Of course, even I'm no match for Elliot's beast, and besides,” he panted. “Once you’ve gotten used to one of us, you’ll be ready for us to DP you.”

I gasped. The idea of taking two of these enormous cocks inside me at once was at the same time terrifying and thrilling but I knew I wasn't ready for it yet.

His uniform pants were brutal against the welts on my thighs as he continued to pound me hard and fast. I slammed my eyes shut trying to separate the excruciating pain from the exquisite pleasure this beautiful, powerful man was giving me with every thrust.

When I opened my eyes, my gaze drifted to the two men who’d already claimed me--both watching lazily, hands stroking partly aroused cocks. I moaned at the sight. These men who had filled me with their enormous loads were already ready to go again. Though I should have felt reluctance, I wanted these men again and again. I couldn’t imagine a time when the pain would be too intense to want them deep inside me, pounding harder, splitting me in two with my desire and theirs.

Bren wrapped a hand around to my front, and began to toy with my clit. I gasped and fought myself from pushing his hand away. He was so rough, so firm. His fingers dug around my clit and he whispered, “Aww, princess, so delicate. Don’t worry, we’ll toughen you up.”

The pain and pleasure continued to build deep in my belly and I sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s right, princess,” Bren murmured. “Just let yourself go. Give yourself to me completely. Surrender.”

And with that, he filled me with hot, sticky cum, his cock twitching as it emptied its load deep inside me. He moaned a deep, guttural sound that made me feel so victorious.

He began to soften, and I felt myself relax around him, suddenly able to focus just on the pleasure he’d brought me. He bit down hard on my neck while tracing gentle lazy circles on my clit and the contrast between his rough, painful handling and his gentle touch on my sensitive spot was too much for me to contain. Before I knew it, pleasure wracked through my body. Shooting out my toes, arching my back against him. I came again and again and collapsed onto my belly, him still inside of me, his fingers still steady against my clit. “That’s my princess,” he cooed as he finally released me. “Looks like they’re ready for you again.”

My entire body shuddered at the promise and prepared to be taken again.

THE END