But it wasn’t until Brandt moved down to Ash and their lips met in a kiss, sharing her honey, that her desperation grew to unmanageable proportions.
And they knew it. When they broke the kiss, both men looked straight at her with matching wicked grins. Brandt walked his fingers over her bare mound and flicked the pad of his middle finger over her clit relentlessly until she began to pant, and the first tendrils of orgasm began to wrap around her, and then he backed off, giving his fingers to Ash, who licked them clean.
“Oh gods!” She wanted to close her eyes, but she didn’t dare.
“Say it, Freka. Are you ashamed of it? Of wanting me that way? I love you, you love me, what is there to be ashamed of? I know you want it, your cunt weeps every time I bring it up. You’re panting! You want me to do it; just ask me to.”
“Oh gods, just do it! Please, please rub that soft-rough head over my pussy.”
“Brandt, hold her arms.” Ash looked back to Sera. “Arms above your head, legs wide. I want every bit of your pleasure. Every moan and gasp. Do. Not. Hold. Back.”
Brandt crawled up her body, stopping briefly to kiss her, and she moaned at finding her taste on his lips. He settled in behind her. She put her arms above her head, her wrists crossed as if she’d been bound by more than Ash’s command. Brandt leaned in and put his weight on her, holding her at her elbows, pressing her arms to the bed.
It didn’t hurt. But the effect was immediate, right straight to her bones. Being restrained in word and deed thrilled her and then smoothed out all her inner turmoil as the heaven of it, as the rightness of submission settled in and took her away to that quiet, white space.
“I love it when your eyes blur like that. I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking in my life.” Brandt whipped his hair over her nipples, against the flesh bound by the metal clamps, and she groaned deep.
In the position she was lying, she couldn’t see Ash clearly, but she felt him rustle and then the first ridiculously good brush of the round, smooth-rough skin of his skull against the swollen, needy flesh of her cunt. She nearly shot off the bed.
He stopped and touched each ankle briefly, a reminder to keep her legs wide for him.
And again. Press, press, rub. The curve of his head, the way his skin felt, the absolutely dirty, naughty nature of what he was doing brought a chatter to her teeth and a tremble to her thighs.
He moaned. It got to him, too, she’d bet by the raw sound he’d just made.
“Fuck,” Brandt said.
Even as Ash pressed against her pussy, his hands reached up, and a rush of sensation flooded her when he pulled the clamps free. Bright, white, vivid pleasure shot from her nipples straight to her clit, and like a cup that’d been filled and filled, she began to overflow.
She cried out as orgasm hit her with an intensity she rarely experienced. So good, so all-encompassing it rendered everything else irrelevant as it coursed through her.
A tingle moved through her hands and fingers as Brandt let go. He paused to kiss her and then, just when she thought she’d never seen a sexier thing, Brandt leaned in and slowly drew the flat of his tongue over the curve of Ash’s head.
She pounded her fists on the mattress and laughed. It was so fucking beautiful, so hot, so sensual and naughty, she nearly came again just watching them.
“You taste even better on his skin.” Brandt held a hand out, and she came to her knees, meeting his lips in a kiss, tasting herself, tasting Ash, tasting the three of them. Ash joined them, his tongue sliding into her mouth, teasing Brandt’s.
“So, was that as good for you as it was for me? There’s never been anything taboo between us before. It seems a simple thing, but oh gods, as I did it, my cock throbbed in time with my heart.” Ash took her fingers and kissed them.
“It was amazing. A fantasy come true.”
“You never have to be afraid to tell me what you want. What we do among the three of us is beautiful. As long as everyone wants it, we’ll be all right.” Ash smiled. “Your desires are so sexy to me.”
“And me.” Brandt raised a brow. “Now, go in the bag and bring me the longer-handled flogger. Ash has taunted me all these years with how beautiful you are when you’ve been flogged. It’s time I saw for myself.”
She nearly lost her footing as she stepped off the bed and made her way to the bag. Her heart sped at what lay inside it. A coil of rope, wrist and ankle cuffs, a slapper and two floggers, a short- and long-handled one. Together with the clamps on the bed, the lube and several phalluses, she’d be a busy woman if they decided to use their whole arsenal.
“You’re taking a long time over there,” Brandt said lazily, knowing full well what she was looking at.
“You two have been very busy, I see.” She turned, holding the flogger in her hands. The scent of leather wrapped around her senses, and the slither of the tails over her wrists as she handed it to Brandt forced a muted gasp from her lips.
“We’re about to be.” Ash bent and fished the wrist cuffs from the bag.
“Your brother has great taste in furniture.” Brandt indicated the posts on the footboard. “Bend forward, hands on each post.”
The diamonds on her nipple ring swung merrily as she obeyed, the weight tugging to send a warm rush of sensation through her.
Ash fastened first one wrist to the post and then the other. He then knelt on the bed, his cock right in licking distance.
She looked up at him, seeing his smile when she gave him her eyes. Behind her, Brandt readied the flogger.
The soft, cool leather of the flogger tails slithered over her back, down her ass. The creak of the handle slowed down time, and her eyelids grew heavy with expectation.
And then . . . the rush of air breaking over her ass cheeks just before the first strike landed.
She arched with a soft gasp as the tendrils of heat rose, infused her cells. Her hands convulsed around the warm wood of the bed-posts. She didn’t yearn to be free; she yearned to be kept by them, an object to be adored and cherished.
Hearing was submerged, murky through the gentle static of sub-space as it crept through her. Ash said something, she saw his lips move as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Another strike, the multiple tails licking her flesh like ribbons of flame. Her breath fell deep, slow, intoxicated with serotonin as her limbs grew heavy.
Again and again, licks of fire over her flesh, converted from pain to a pleasure so intense it nearly drowned her. Her bound wrists and Ash’s gaze held her, kept her from floating away on the tide.
Ash looked down at her, his beauty. Her eyes were glazed, lips parted, fingers gripping the bed. “Gods, you’re magnificent. I’ve missed this so much.”
And he had, so much a dull ache spread through him at the sight of the marvelous pink hue of her ass and back. Brandt had a fine hand with the flogger, wielded it like an expert. Her body came alive under his strokes, just hard enough but never to cause pain.
Ash caressed her face, and she turned to press a kiss into his palm, her breath warm there against his skin.
Originally he’d intended on having her suck his cock while Brandt worked her with the flogger, but he simply wanted her to enjoy it, he wanted to enjoy her response.
Brandt looked up, asking silently how Sera was doing. Ash nodded once. It was time to stop and bring her down a bit.
Brandt laid aside the flogger and grabbed a small container, opening it and rubbing the sweet-smelling ointment on her skin.
Her eyelids fluttered, and Ash undid her restraints, easing her to standing and then helping her onto the bed on her belly.
“Shhh, close your eyes, Freka, and let us take care of you.” Ash kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair, murmuring to her softly.
“How are you?” Brandt lay beside her, drawing his fingers up and down her spine. She stretched under his touch and moaned with satisfaction.
“I’m wonderful. And wet.” Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but they heard her and laughed.
“We’ve got the cure for that when you’re ready. Just relax a bit and enjoy the comedown,” Brandt said.
She rustled around and turned, wriggling into the covers. “Oh, my! It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt this.” Her words were becoming more distinct, losing the slur of sub-space.
Ash couldn’t help it. “How long?” The curve of her shoulder called to be kissed, so he answered, tasting her.
“Ten years,” she said simply. “After you, there was no one else I trusted enough to let in.”
“I’m so honored you trusted me enough,” Brandt said, moving over her to kiss her lips.
“Then one of you needs to fuck me. Please. I’m wet and achy, and I’m the kind of girl who likes sex with her domination.”
Brandt needed her, needed to be inside her to share the intimacy he’d missed while they were apart and to seal what they’d just become to each other. A new level of trust and love existed between them.
But he knew Ash needed it, too, for the same and yet totally different reasons.
“Shall we stuff you with cock then, Sera? Me in your cunt and Ash in your ass?”
Her skin rose in gooseflesh, and her nipples hardened, darkening to a deep pink.
“I think that’s your answer, Brandt.” Ash chuckled and leaned off the bed to grab the lube.