Fill Me [Dungeon Masters 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) (12 page)

“Each time one of you does that, I worry that you’ll pull a muscle,” she said softly.

“You need to understand that you don’t really weigh all that much,” said Asher firmly.

“Have you ever watched teenage boys or young men horsing around together?” asked Elijah.

“Back when I was at school, I suppose so.”

“Didn’t you notice that they pick each other up? Give each other piggyback rides? Climb up each other’s bodies all the time?” asked Elijah.

“I guess…Yes, I do remember them playing games sometimes on the sports field pretending to fight each other with a friend riding on their back and so on.”

“The average male is several inches taller than the average female. In your case, you aren’t particularly tall and we’re more like eight or ten inches taller than you. Extra height equals extra weight. Bones, muscles, all those things weigh heavily. And that in turn means that the average male is bigger, stronger, and heavier than the average woman. You aren’t heavy at all. I imagine any ordinary man could carry you perfectly easily,” said Elijah sternly.

Asher watched her face as she assimilated what Elijah had said. He wasn’t sure that she was convinced, but she was definitely thinking about his friend’s words. That was good.

“Now it’s time to obey us. If you say your safe word the scene will end. The scene begins now,” said Elijah.

He paused for a moment so Asher said, “Roll onto your belly and stretch your hands out toward the headboard.”

This would be a test. She’d refused to be gagged, so likely she had bad memories of having been gagged in the past. If Miles had tied her up when he abused her, even fluffy purple handcuffs might upset her. But it seemed not. She did as he’d asked easily, and Elijah locked her wrists together with the handcuffs after threading them through the bottom rail of the headboard.

Now it was Asher’s turn. He’d left the oil in the nightstand hoping she’d agree to come to their room tonight. He took it out, kneeled beside her on the bed, tipped a little of the oil on her shoulders, and began massaging it into her skin.

“Have you been spanked to arouse you to orgasm, Ryia?” asked Elijah.

Asher noticed he didn’t call her sub, but used her name. This might be a practice session, but Elijah was being very careful not to make it too confronting.

“No.”

“You should answer ‘No, Sir,’ or ‘No, Master,’” chided Elijah.

“You called me Ryia, though, not sub, or slave.”

Damn, she was smart!

“That’s true. Now answer the question, sub.”

Ah. I understand now. He was testing her. Damn, he’s just as smart as she is, and they’re both smarter than me.

“No, Sir.”

“When punishment is done correctly, it will arouse you higher and higher until you want to come. But you may not climax until I give you permission. Understand, sub?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Asher moved a little farther away from Ryia as Elijah stood at the side of the bed, level with her butt, and spanked her three times. Then he nodded at Asher, so Asher tipped some oil on her arm, the one nearest him, and massaged it into her soft skin.

When he stopped, Elijah spanked her thighs, and then her ass.

This time Asher oiled a foot. They played the game for a little while, Elijah spanking her and then him massaging her, but it didn’t take long for Asher to be able to smell her arousal even over the strong strawberry scent of the massage oil. It seemed she did like being spanked. That was wonderful news.

At another nod from Elijah, Asher began to open her ass for his cock. The massage oil was slick and her cunt was so close he longed to finger her, but that wasn’t his role right now. Her ass was his, though, and he gradually stretched and opened her, softening her walls and muscle ring until she was pushing back onto his fingers, quite clearly wanting to come.

“Did I say you could come, sub?” asked Elijah.

“No, Sir.”

“Would you like to come?”

“Yes, please.”

“The longer you wait the better your orgasm will be. What if I told you to wait?”

“I’d try,” she said softly.

“Good sub. As a reward, you may come.”

Elijah slid his fingers into her cunt and Asher resumed finger-fucking her ass. She whimpered, shook, and then her inner muscles gripped his fingers tightly as she came. Excellent. She should be nicely warmed up and ready to fuck them. It’d been a very simple game, but it had included elements of BDSM, and she hadn’t been disturbed by them. Tomorrow, if she agreed to go into the dungeon with them, they should be able to organize a scene together to drive her wild with desire.

* * * *

Ryia lay facedown on the bed, still quivering from her orgasm. She’d been confident if she called out her safe word that these men would set her free. There was a huge difference in their attitude to her and how Miles had treated her. It was almost as if someone had slapped her upside the head and pointed it out to her. It’d happened when they’d held her hands during the dinner. Miles had sometimes held her hand when they were out, too. Not that they’d ever been to a formal dinner, or even out for a meal together as a young married couple. But sometimes when they were shopping or he took her with him to deal with some business matter, he’d hold her hand. Or her wrist. He’d always gripped her tightly, almost as if he was concerned she’d try to run away from him. At first she’d assumed he wanted to protect her. Later she’d understood it was his way of reminding her that he was in control. Not that she ever would have run away. He’d convinced her that all the failings in their marriage were hers and that she was the one who needed to change.

But Asher and Elijah held her hand gently, sweetly, even reverently. There was a definite intention to please her, not hurt her. Miles had sometimes gripped her so tightly she’d been afraid her bones would break. Whereas now, these men touched her softly and comfortingly.

Those different methods of touching her demonstrated so much louder than words ever could their different attitudes. Asher and Elijah cared for her and respected her wishes. She was in control of her life. They were simply sharing her life, walking beside her on the journey. Whereas, Miles had wanted to be in complete control of everyone and everything. It was all about him. Her purpose was simply to serve him. She knew now that he’d never seen her as a person, only as a vehicle to be shaped and molded to do his will. And even at that she’d failed. Not only in that she weighed so much more than his ideal slender and beautiful woman might weigh, but also in that she kept thinking for herself and trying to reason why certain activities and actions had to happen.

She now knew that many of his actions were dictated by his attempts to gain enduring control of her money. Why had he married her in the first place? To please her father? To gain access to her money? Whichever it was, his increasing hatred of her and more violent attacks on her had presumably come when he’d learned he would never have complete control of her assets. That they were tied up in her name and that once she turned twenty-one even his trusteeship of her money would end. That must have been what made him so very angry. Yet he hadn’t left her. He’d tried even harder to control her and keep her unaware of what was really happening.

She was so very grateful she’d read that bank statement or she might still be sitting in that apartment, naked and crying with pain at her unending failure to make her husband happy. Her not-husband.
I need to stop thinking of Miles as my husband. He never was and he knew all along we weren’t married. He set it all up with the so-called celebrant. And I will ensure he can never capture another young woman like me. I’ll talk to the lawyers as soon as I get home.

Asher’s fingers were teasing in her ass again. Already she knew instinctively which of them was which. Their hands felt quite different on her skin, and their scents were different as well. Elijah was more earthy and his cum had the same hint of earthiness in it as well.

Last night was the first time her ass had ever shattered in an orgasm. Well, it was her cunt that truly orgasmed, but all the nerve endings in her ass had responded simultaneously. That had never happened before so, to her, that was a genuine ass orgasm as well as a regular one. Not than anything these two men had done to her was regular. They were like old-fashioned beaux, something out of Scarlett O’Hara and
Gone With the Wind
, pleasing her by making her the center of their attention. Well, for tonight at least.

She wiggled deeper into the mattress as Asher teased her ass, thrusting herself back on his fingers to take him deeper. Ready and waiting for him to replace his fingers with his cock.

Asher removed the handcuffs and then sat on the bed beside her, shoving a pillow between his back and the headboard. She looked at his face as he got himself settled, and then he pulled her up onto his lap. “Turn your back to me and sit your ass on my cock,” he said.

Ryia frowned. That sounded like a rather tricky maneuver to her. Nevertheless she did as he suggested, kneeling down and letting him guide her hips, holding her ass cheeks apart until his cock pressed against her back door.

Asher wrapped both arms around her waist, holding her still. “Move your legs so they’re facing forward. You won’t be able to sit totally flat on my lap that way without hurting your legs.”

Worried about him holding her weight, and having to lift her body up to pump into her—something Miles would never have dreamed of doing—she frowned at his words. “Are you sure you don’t want me kneeling?”

“Elijah and I want you skin to skin with us. Straighten your legs up now.” He kissed the back of her neck. “When will you stop worrying about whether we can lift you?”

“It’s been ingrained into me I guess.”

“Well, uningrain it. I want to join the party now, not next week,” said Elijah grumpily.

She hurried to move her legs as instructed, and then caught the gleam in Elijah’s chocolate eyes. He wasn’t cross at all. He was teasing her. She stared at him for a moment, pulled his scent into her lungs, and had a flash of memory race through her brain. Two big brown dogs, running across the sand at the lake as she’d stood on the headland crying her eyes out because she’d just found out her marriage hadn’t been legal.

Elijah was a wolf. A werewolf shape-shifter. No wonder his weight didn’t matter to her. He had unusual extra strength and abilities.

She leaned back against Asher. He was human, she was certain of it. She’d seen two wolves at the lake, but they weren’t Asher and Elijah. Although Elijah might have been there, of course, with a friend who was also a wolf.

Elijah sat on the bed in front of her, wiggling forward closer and closer to her and Asher. Elijah slid his legs underneath hers, holding hers wide apart, until his cockhead touched her pussy and then pushed his way inside her. He rocked his way in deeper, but mostly he drove his cock inside her until he was pressed close to her skin.

Asher was a warm hard body resting against her back, and Elijah was just as warm and hard against her breasts. She was completely sandwiched between the two of them and her cunt and ass were stretched wide to accommodate them. But just like last night, her tissues had spread and rearranged themselves around the two cocks, accepting them, welcoming them, and her cunt cream coated Asher’s cock, demonstrating her extreme arousal. One touch on her clit right now and she’d explode into release.

Being held between them this way was as sexy as everything else. She’d never even imagined being in this position with two men. Hell, she’d barely even considered the thought of meeting one man who aroused her and with whom she’d enjoy a holiday romance.

Well, a convention romance. But hell, it was an adult convention. Naturally the people here had sex on their mind.
I guess if I was ever to have a ménage, right here was the most logical place to have the opportunity to do it. And I’ll never forget these men. Never forget their kindness and consideration or the awesome sex.

Both men remained quite still. Ryia was ready to move the action to the next stage. Hesitantly, she brushed her nipples across Elijah’s chest, letting him feel how hard they were as a hint that she wanted them to begin fucking her.

Miles would have punished her severely for what he would almost certainly have termed her “pushing him around,” But she knew Elijah wouldn’t punish her except possibly by making her wait a little longer. Instead he smiled and said, “Are you ready to begin, then?”

She nodded, and then whispered, “Yes, please.”

“About fucking time. A man could die of old age waiting here,” complained Asher.

A flash of worry about her being too heavy for him burned through Ryia’s veins, but she forced herself to remember that Miles speaking about that was just another of his attempts to control her. A few pounds overweight didn’t bother these two men. So she wiggled her ass on Asher’s cock, letting him slide over her walls and incidentally arousing herself even further.

Both men pulled out of her body, leaving her with an aching sensation of emptiness. They remained still for an eternity, a lifetime, but then gradually pressed back inside her again. Ryia realized she’d tensed her muscles and forced herself to relax them as she was filled and completed again.

They withdrew and advanced together over and over, still pausing at both steps of the sequence, heightening her arousal but leaving her longing for more, harder, faster. Feeling very daring, Ryia sucked one of Elijah’s nipples, drawing the little button out between her teeth until it was fully extended, before moving and doing the same thing to other one. He hissed at her from between his teeth, but he didn’t change his actions or his pace at all.

Hiding her grin at the lack of response, Ryia waited until both men were deep inside her, and then gripped their cocks with her internal muscles, holding them tightly for as long as she could. This time both men groaned, and their fucking began to move faster. She wiggled her ass on Asher’s lap and licked over Elijah’s nipples again, wondering what else she could do.