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Two distinct laughs reverberated in her ears. She fought to see

through the blackness, to see who she was dealing with, while her body

thrilled and betrayed her. She felt the slick evidence of her desire pooling

with the thought of being touched by two men, even when her mind

screamed it was wrong to want to be fucked by more than one.

Apparently the rumors about Cole were true. She should feel

embarrassed, outraged that they were both looking at her naked body,

but she couldn’t summon up either emotion.

The feather, at least she thought it was a feather, stroked her

exposed neck like a lover’s caress, soothing her despite her fears.

“Shh. Relax,” the man whispered against her ear.

His fingers, she assumed they were the unknown man’s, trailed a

blazing path down her throat, along the valley between her breasts,

pausing to circle her areolas. His fingernails scraped gently across her

abdomen and stopped where he dipped into her belly button. Brianna

sucked in a breath at the exquisite feelings. It was then she realized she

was also bound to the bed by a strap across her hips, preventing her

from even arching her back.

Her face grew red as she smelled her own arousal.

“So soft,” he murmured.

“Like silk,” Cole agreed.

The strange fingers continued their journey, learning her body and

tangling in her pubic hair. Brianna bit her lip, silently begging him not to

stop, to touch her clit, to make her come, but he withdrew his hand. She

groaned in disappointment and sank into the mattress.

“Let’s shave this off. I want only skin here.”

Brianna gasped at the gruff command, startled by his abrupt change

from gentle to demanding.

“A hot, wet towel, Bri.” The bed dipped between her legs where she

guessed Cole climbed closer to her.

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“Cole, stop. I don’t want this. Don’t do this!” She sounded pathetic,

she knew, but God, they had her tied to a bed and were going to shave

her pussy.

“You promised, Bri. It was part of our bargain. You agreed to do

anything I asked of you. Now I’m telling you. You will do whatever we tell

you. Now, shh. We want you naked, Bri. We want to feel your smooth

skin as we lap up your juices. It’s just hair, baby.”

“We? We?” Brianna squirmed as best she could. “Who is we? Damn

it, Cole, at least let me see who we is!”

“My name is Tyler.” He said this one second before an intense pain

shot through her nipple. She screamed and tried to dislodge whatever

was pinching her now distended, hard nipple. The tight bead was

soothed as quickly as it had been punished by a wet tongue rasping over

it. Immediately the pain became a pleasure sizzling its way to her vagina,

drenching the hair which would soon be gone.

Suddenly she didn’t care what they did to her pubic hair, she just

wanted one of them to touch her.

“A screamer, huh?”

“I told you she was.”

“You made it sound like she was a little noisy, not loud enough to

shake the rafters.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted you to see for yourself.”

Brianna mentally pictured Cole’s shrug and nearly cleared her throat

as they talked about her as if she were not there. Her nipple was

throbbing beneath its clip, a delicious, warm tingle, now that the pain

had dissipated.

“Please,” she begged, her body again doing the speaking for her.

“Please what?” Tyler asked.

There was no emotion in his words, as if he didn’t care that he had a

tied-up, naked woman laid out like a sacrifice in front of him.

“Please, touch me. Cole,” she offered at the last second, remembering

his desire for her to say his name.

“You remembered. I’m impressed.”

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He touched her then, laying the hot washrag over her mound. The

heat scorched her raised clit, adding to the searing pleasure/pain at her

nipple. Her body hummed with desire.

Warm lips closed around her free nipple, sucking it into a hard peak.

Tyler, she thought, rolled it around his wet mouth, consuming her. She

moaned and ground her head into the mattress. Cole laid his hand over

her washrag-clad pussy and pressed in rhythm with the mouth sucking

her breast. Its rough texture antagonized her clit, but did not give her

enough.

She wanted to touch someone, to feel the hardness of Cole’s body

against hers as he devoured her. Even more perverse, she wanted to slide

her hands over Tyler’s skin, to learn the shape of him through touch, if

she would not be allowed to look at him.

His lips released her tight bud with a pop one second before it was

clipped the same as its twin. She screamed and bit into her lip, tasting

the coppery fluid leaking onto her tongue.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She thrashed her head back and forth, denying

the shooting pulses of pain grinding away at her chest. Her nipples

burned deliciously as a tongue once again soothed the offended flesh.

One touch to her clit would send her over the edge, but now she realized

the rag had been lifted and the hot wetness was gone. A cool breeze

wafted through her pubic region, cooling her desire.

“Please!” she pleaded, unashamed now that she was so close.

“Not yet, little one.” Tyler chuckled, his words coming from close to

her breasts.

“You cannot leave me like this,” she cried out in frustration and

excitement.

“I can do whatever I want. This is my show today. Cole had his turn

yesterday.” There was an almost whiny quality to his voice. A picture

crept into her head of Cole and Tyler as children, fighting over a toy.

Brianna shivered. Why, she wasn’t sure. Picturing these two men as

children should have completely erased her desire. Instead it increased

it. Cole laughed, leaving Brianna wondering why.

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She heard a slap and envisioned them giving a high five. Then she

felt a slap, sharp against her clit, and jolted as much as her bindings

would allow. Her pussy reheated and renewed its traitorous begging to be

touched.

It was rewarded when someone slid two very large fingers inside her

vagina. Her muscles, sore from their use last night, protested at the

sudden intrusion.

“So fucking tight. How does she taste?”

Cole grunted. “Like heaven.”

Tyler’s fingers worked in and out of her, stretching her and spreading

her juices. She felt it as it dripped down along the skin between her

vagina and anus. Brianna licked her lips and bucked her hips

unsuccessfully against his hand.

She flinched and yelped as another slap landed against her clit.

Tyler’s fingers ceased their movement.

“Be still, or I’ll pull out of this tight little cunt and leave you to lie

here all day.”

Please don’t do that!
Brianna nodded and swallowed.

She felt Tyler separate the folds shielding her clit with his free hand

and his fingers resumed thrusting. The palm of his hand rasped against

the tight bundle of nerve endings, firing off an explosion deep in her

womb.

“You smell so fucking good.”

The rasp of a zipper sounded to Brianna’s right and had her jerking

her head in that direction. She smelled Cole’s essence and knew he’d just

taken his cock out of his jeans. Her lips itched to kiss it, to lick the small

drop of fluid she knew would be present at its tip.

“Come closer,” she breathed, her nostrils flaring at the scent so close,

yet so far.

Her clit rang out as she was slapped a third time, and she screamed

again. The pain quickly flared into pleasure that soared to her nipples.

“Again.” Just one more slap and her body would sing.

“No. That’s my mouth right now, Cole. Don’t get any closer to her.”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

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“And you, little one, you don’t give the orders, I do. You’ll come when

I say, not when you want to.”

Brianna groaned. Her orgasm was so close. She squeezed her

buttocks in frustration and pulled at the restraints on her wrists.

“Christ,” Tyler snarled.

She growled as he yanked his fingers out of her pussy, the fullness

suddenly gone. Then two sets of hands were on her wrists, stilling them,

and rubbing where whatever was around them had ground into her skin.

“I will not let you hurt yourself,” Tyler gritted out. “There are better

ways of getting your pleasure through pain.”

“Please.” Brianna felt the cords in her neck strain as she begged to be

sent over the edge of the climax still lingering so close.

“Shh,” Tyler soothed as he rubbed his soaked knuckles along her

cheek.

She whimpered and cried out. She turned her face into his hand and

kissed his roughness.

“Uh-uh. You aren’t going to win by crying. Where’s the bit?”

“Right here,” Cole answered.

There was a rustling above her. She twisted her head following the

noise, her heart pounding. What was a bit? It sounded like something

you would use for a horse.

“What are you doing?”

“Ensuring that you’re quiet.”

“What?”

“Relax, Bri. We’ll make you feel good,” Cole assured her.

Tyler dragged his tongue across her clamped nipple, stilling her

impulsive reaction with his palm on her belly. It quivered beneath his

hand letting him know just how turned on she was.

When he’d seen her this morning with her dark blonde hair fanned

across Cole’s pillow, his cock had thickened painfully beneath the fly of

his jeans. Cole had lifted his head and looked over her shoulder at him,

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then nodded. Without a word spoken, Cole had seen the hunger in Tyler

and rolled out of bed. Bri hadn’t even twitched.

Within minutes they had conferred in the sitting room and set to

work, gathering supplies and binding her to the bed.

“Open your mouth.” He wanted her quiet this first time, but didn’t

know why. The erotic image of her completely restrained filled his mind,

hardening his length even further.

Brianna went mutinous below him. And what woman wouldn’t? She

didn’t know him, didn’t know what she was getting into. Her lips pinched

tight and she shook her head. He knew exactly what would get that little

mouth open. He thrust his fingers into her hot sheath again and Brianna

gasped, losing control of her mouth. Before she could close her jaw

again, he fitted the bit between her teeth.

She fought against the cylinder of rubber, and he chuckled. “Good

girl.” He jerked his head at Cole. With his fingers deep inside her,

working her into a frenzy, he wouldn’t be able to secure the bit. “Tie this

one for me, would you?”

“My pleasure.”

Cole fastened the bit around the back of her neck before Bri could

even think about spitting it out. Tyler walked his fingertips over the

sensitive tissues of her pussy. Her neck corded as she arched her head

into the pillow. Now she was completely focused on the building

sensations in her body rather than the bit.

“I can’t fucking wait to get a taste of this little cunt.”

Tyler made a dramatic show of licking his lips and slurping like he

was ready to devour her, and smiled when Brianna whimpered behind

the gag. Cole used a small brush to cover her pubic hair with a generous

amount of shaving cream, working around Tyler’s hand. Both of them

were careful not to touch her clit throbbing just beneath its hood.

“Pleath, pleath, touth me!”

Tyler ignored her, and she growled menacingly around her mouthful

of rubber.

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He twisted his wrist and circled the inside of her vagina. She could

growl ’til the sun went down. She wasn’t going to come until he gave her

permission.

Brianna squealed when he hit a more sensitive spot. He wouldn’t last

much longer himself.

“Get to it then,” Tyler grunted. He pulled his fingers from her core,

and Bri cried out in what could only be considered pure frustration.

“Poor baby, we’ll get you taken care of soon, I promise.”

Cole scraped along the top of her pubic bone, the blade slicing easily

through the hair which was just a shade darker than that on top of her

head. Brianna panted through her nose, her thighs tensing in reaction.

Tyler felt a second of guilt. She obviously never shaved herself here,

and probably would never have given permission for someone else to

shave her. She had said no. Then again, she hadn’t really protested too

hard. He’d duped her with a pair of fingers sliding in and out of her heat.

Brianna squirmed and moaned as Cole worked, denuding the skin

between her legs. It seemed as though each tug of the razor sent little

shock waves through her system. Her body rippled, and Tyler couldn’t

resist touching her again.

He slid his forefinger through her slippery folds, spreading her

moisture and causing her to pant around the bit. God, she felt so good.

Her hands clenched in tight fists, grasping at the air.

“So fucking wet.”

“She’s always wet,” Cole murmured.

“Good.”

Tyler brought his slick finger up over her clit, pausing as she jumped