Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Nathan is doing my wrists, and Vincent has his strong fingers around my ankles.
I want to fight them for some reason – put on more of a show. Yes, I do like this, I like what they’re doing to me, and I like that everyone’s watching.
Once they have me pulled apart and tied down with my body once again open for viewing, the spankings begin.
Nathan takes one ass cheek and Vincent takes the other.
Whop! Pow! Their palms land on my flesh, and I can feel the blood rising to the surface, leaving red marks and an aching sting in their wake.
“AHHH!” I cry into the pillow, sometimes I bite it. They spank me several times.
“You are such a bad girl,” Nathan tells me. “Tonight, we’re going to teach you a lesson in front of all these people.”
“By the time we’re done with you, you’ll misbehave no more, darling.” That’s Vincent. I know even though my face is pressed into the pillow, because Vincent says things like “Darling.” Nathan doesn’t bother with such names.
“Oh…” I’m very still. My ass is surely a luscious red. Nathan gets down on the foot of the bed and pulls my cheeks apart, buries his face into my ass, and licks me there. Shocked, I bite back a gasp as my back bows. His tongue twirls around my puckered hole, lapping and sucking, before he swirls his finger around the center and slowly presses inward, shoving his through the tight rings of muscles. I suck in a breath and squirm around, trying to get free from their holds, but Vincent grabs my ankles and holds me firmly in place while Nathan continues to defile me. He’s gentle, but forceful, using a steady pressure with each thrust of his finger, and his other hand smooths soft circles over the swell of my ass.
“AHHHH OHH OHHH!” My mouth drops wide open, and I wet the pillow with my moans and sighs. The intrusive pain gradually ebbs into a pleasurable sensation. Nathan moves his hand down from the cheek of my ass to cup my pussy, slipping two fingers between my lips while his other finger penetrates my ass. Vincent still hasn’t released his grip on my ankles, but there’s a low groan emanating from his chest as he watches.
“OH GOD, OH!” I cry out as an orgasm rips through me, by body shuddering with the release. I collapse onto the bed, my breathing frantic. Nathan and Vincent both let go of me, and judging by the shifting weight from the bed, they’ve walked away. But to where? I’m too exhausted to lift my head to see.
Everyone is so quiet, just staring at me as I try to move. Suddenly the bed dips with weight, and I feel his strong fingers on my face.
“You know who I am?” he whispers against the shell of my ear. I think it’s Nathan.
“We’re each going to go down on you until you can tell whose mouth is whose.”
“Ahhhh…” I sigh into the pillow, arousal instantly stirring in my core. I feel Vincent’s hand in my hair, pulling on strands to keep my head still as Nathan’s stubbly mouth makes its way down my body to my derriere.
I feel his strong, determined hands pry my ass cheeks apart. I struggle. Oh god.
“Shh,” he says, and I feel Nathan’s tongue on my pussy.
“I…I…” Whatever words I was going to say are washed away by the pleasure I’m getting. My face collapses into the pillow as Nathan starts penetrating me with his tongue and his fingers, and Vincent calmly traces his hand over the side of my body.
I twitch and moan and wiggle about as Nathan flicks his tongue around inside of me. He’s going to make me come. I can tell. He’s determined to, and won’t stop until I do. My body tightens, and I give in. The orgasm is there, snaking up my back and shredding through me violently.
Vincent smooths his hand over my hair lovingly, but Nathan—being the brutish type of prince that he is—spanks me good and hard as I try and overcome the spiraling orgasm he’s caused.
The princes separate again, leaving the bed. And Nathan, like this is some type of game, announces that so far it’s “two to zero.”
This is because Nathan has gotten an orgasm out of me. Two, actually.
Vincent has yet to hit that button tonight, but there’s no doubt he will. These two men, taking me together and yet still fighting over me makes me more aroused than I could even imagine. And I did imagine the bedding ceremony quite a bit as it got closer.
This is a sport. I am the game. That’s a delicious thought right now and I’m enjoying the play. Because I know…my husbands care about me.
I stay nice and still as they circle me like lions circling a fresh slab of steak.