Love Under Three Titans (24 page)

The door closed with a thud Maggie felt deep in the pit of her stomach. Excitement swirled through her body. A tingling sensation rushed all along her skin, a tickling, teasing static current that brushed over her in the most delicious way possible.

Then the lock clicked into place, and Maggie shivered.

“Mm, I saw that, baby, that sexy little pleasure rush that just made your nipples poke out against your blouse.”

“I bet if we inhaled deeply we’d be able to smell your heat, too. Wouldn’t we, sweetheart?”

“Of course, that would mean the idea of being spanked turns you on.” Richard walked around her until he was standing directly in front of her. He gave her that little half smile that just turned her on so much. She wasn’t completely certain it was a good idea to let these men know how completely under their spell she’d fallen.

“You mean to tell me that you think women—modern, twenty-first century women, women of strength—get turned on thinking about enduring something so completely draconian as a spanking?” Maggie had tried to look prissy as she’d posed that question, but figured she failed, miserably.

Richard stepped just one little bit closer and used his finger to brush against the spot on her blouse where her left nipple was trying to escape the confines of her clothing. He said, “Yes.”

Two months ago she would have said he was wrong. At this moment, the dampness of her panties told another story entirely.

Rick bent down and kissed her lightly. “We can’t lose you, Maggie. You’re our heart and our soul. You endangered yourself. Consider the spanking you’re about to receive as a punishment for that. But no one says your punishment can’t turn you on.”

“I don’t even know why I did what I did.” She would be completely honest with these men—her men—always. “I knew the man was unstable. And I knew that egging on a mentally unstable man was a stupid thing to do. And while I was doing it, a part of me was terrified. But mostly, I was just so…so
mad
.”

What had she said? Richard blinked and then looked over her shoulders at his brothers. Then he chuckled and shook his head.

“According to popular account, those were Ginny’s
exact
words to Adam and Jake after she’d pulled Deke Walters out of that piss-yellow car, armed with only her fist—which she then planted rather forcefully in his face.”

“I see. I guess it
does
run in the family, then.”

“More than you know, sweetheart,” Trevor said.

“Remind us to tell you a couple of stories involving the women of our family, and a shovel and a screwdriver,” Kevin said. “But later.”

Maggie heard the laughter in Kevin’s voice. She couldn’t help but grin. Inside, a deep and vibrant yearning had sprung to life. She wanted these men and everything they wanted to do to and with her.

She wanted that spanking, because simply thinking about it turned her on. She had been horny, it seemed, forever—though she knew that really she’d just been in a constant state of craving for three days.

She didn’t care what they said—lying in bed totally naked with the men she loved and only being held by them but not having them was the most severe torture she could imagine.

“So what did you do? Draw straws? Or are you all going to smack my ass?”

“Cheeky wench.” Richard laughed. “We decided to go with birth order. One ‘master,’ if you will, per infraction.”

“We figure that way we’ll likely all get our turn, sooner rather than later,” Trevor said. “Not that we think you’re going to merit punishments on a regular basis, mind you.”

“But rather, if you get as hot as we think you will, you’ll demand them regularly as foreplay.” Kevin raised both his eyebrows and wiggled them in a mock leer.

Maggie tilted her head as she considered her men. They loved to tease, and they looked relaxed. But she could see the tension in them. A quick glance south of their belts assured her they were all three sporting very erect cocks.

They were as hot and horny and needy as she was.

“I love you with all my heart. I want to do everything, try everything, because that’s what you are to me. Everything.”

Richard inhaled sharply, then pulled her into his arms. “You belong to us. Now and forever. We’ll love you and cherish you and protect you. Always.”

“I feel all that and more,” Maggie said.

“We know.” Trevor stood on her left, his body crowding close.

“You’re fierce—our very own Valkyrie—and we wouldn’t really have it any other way.” Kevin edged closer on her right, placing her where she loved to be the most, right in the center of them.

Maggie wondered how she could be so triggered when they hadn’t even really started yet. She was done with waiting. She was done with talking.

She needed action, and she needed it now.

“Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

Richard cupped her face, his hands gentle yet trembling. He met her lips and kissed her, a sweet, chaste kiss.

Oh, but his gaze was neither sweet nor chaste. The light in his eyes burned, his fire hot and fierce. The expression on his face spoke of male dominance, male possession, and damned if that didn’t make her pussy even wetter.

She fully expected him to scoop her into his arms and carry her into the bedroom, since they’d each shown a proclivity for doing just that.

He took her hand and led her there, instead.

Once there, he stepped away from her, then turned to face her. He reached for the buttons on his shirt and began to open it as Trevor and Kevin set to work stripping her.

The heat of their bodies cut through her, warming her. Their scent enveloped her, and she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and licked her lips.

“God in heaven, woman, you’re pure sex.” Trevor’s fervent declaration set something free inside her.

She’d been sure she’d dealt with those old insults, frigid and unresponsive and unlovable, yet the child in her mentally rubbed her hands together in glee.

Pure sex
. She liked the label. She thought she just might have a T-shirt made, with that label emblazed upon it, for her to wear.

Maggie shook with desire, but she needed to tell them. “You talked of smelling my heat. I can smell yours. Your scents alone arouse me. Combined, they damn near make me drool from my mouth
and
my pussy. Hurry, please. I want you so badly.”

They worked quicker to undress her, tossing her clothing aside. Then, naked, they took her to their brother—the oldest, the head of their family—and gave her to him.

“Across my knees. Now.” Richard’s voice was the voice of a man who would be obeyed, yet his touch remained gentle as he eased her down and arranged her to his liking.

“You’re never to deliberately endanger yourself again, Maggie, love. Promise.”

“I promise.” This was no longer just foreplay. Maggie heard fear in Richard’s voice, and knew it was fear for her.

These men had been so sweet, so beguiling and winsome, she’d missed just how very
alpha
they truly were.

It was a mistake she’d never make again.

She felt him move, heard a muted swoosh, and then yelped as Richard’s hand landed on her naked ass.

The sting brought tears to her eyes, and she blinked rapidly. She inhaled through her teeth, her entire body jerking with each rapid, sharp slap that landed on her tender bottom.

He’d alternated between her ass cheeks, giving each one three smarting blows.
Six smacks, two for each of them.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Kevin seemed to have trouble catching his breath.

“Tell me about it.” Richard’s cock had hardened even more against her hip.

“Is her cunt wet?” Trevor sounded dark and dangerous.

Maggie shivered, uninterested in talking. She moaned when Richard parted her legs and then thrust his fingers into pussy.

“Sopping, and her clit is standing tall, just begging for us.” He brushed that sensitive bud with his thumb, and Maggie cried out. Just that fast, she was close to orgasm.

“Maybe our woman should beg for us, too.” Kevin sank to his knees and lifted her chin so she could see him.

He was naked, as was Trevor. They were naked, and hard, and on the very edge of control.

“Beg us, woman, because we’ve never been so triggered.”

“Please.” Maggie found words she didn’t know were in her and lavished them on these men who’d become her world.

“Please. I need my masters’ cocks inside me. In my mouth and cunt and ass. Please fuck me.”

“Christ almighty.” Kevin’s mouth plundered hers, a kiss so carnal, so fierce, she craved nothing more than to surrender to it—and him—completely.

He drew back and got to his feet. Then she felt herself being plucked off Richard’s lap. Trevor set her upright and then opened her hand. He slapped two condoms into her palm.

“Just the way Rick described it. Sheath him and me. Kevin doesn’t need a rubber because you’re going to suck his cock and swallow his cum.”

Maggie trembled as she tore open the packets. Paying attention to first one lover, then the other, she smoothed thin latex over hot, hard cocks, making their owners hiss and groan in delight.
Of course it could have been the fact that I used my tongue on each of them to lap up those tiny pearls of juice first.

“Pure sex and just begging for trouble,” Richard said.

“I am begging, but it’s not trouble I crave.”

Trevor pulled her into his arms. “No more talking, sweetheart. Give me your mouth.”

Maggie opened her mouth wide under his. The power of his kiss, the force of his tongue tasting her, taking her, thrilled her beyond measure.

She drank Trevor, absorbing his flavor into herself, absorbing
him
. Loving him. Hands caressed her shoulders, turned her, and she went. Keeping her eyes closed, she inhaled, she tasted, and she recognized.

Kevin
. Her tongue danced with his, their lips waltzing together to music unheard, only sensed and felt. His taste aroused her, soothed her, and she loved it. She loved him.

A hand combed through her hair, the grip firm, masculine, and demanding.
Richard
. He tilted her head back and she surrendered, wanting nothing but to give to this man whatever he needed, whatever he wanted. He was her soul mate as surely as were Trevor and Kevin. They had become a part of her, the best part.

They were her heart.

Richard pulled his lips from hers, his breathing, like his brothers’, harsh and choppy. “Now, love. Next time will be soft and gentle.”

“I don’t want soft and gentle. I want to be taken. Hard and fast and deep.”

“Then come here.” Trevor crawled onto the bed and flipped onto his back. “Come here and give me that hot cunt of yours. Impale yourself on my cock.”

She moved and they helped her, pushing her and lifting her until, yes, she felt the long, hard girth of Trevor’s cock working into her cunt, sliding deep.

“Hands and knees.” Richard’s clipped words bore testament to his arousal.

Maggie wanted only to surrender and give. She obeyed him, fucking Trevor with a slow, hungry rhythm as she laid her hands on the bed on either side of his head.

The bed dipped as Kevin got on, moving so that his feet stuck out the side, while his head came close to hers. She turned and stretched just a little and kissed him.

His tongue tasted her, his lips wooed her, and she shivered because it felt so damn good to kiss one man while fucking another. She broke their kiss and grinned.

Trevor reached up and plucked her right nipple, pulling it taut. Kevin put his fingers on her left breast. Their petting became a background beat to the meshing of cock and cunt.

Maggie shivered as the delicious friction of her clit against Trevor’s groin as his girth slid in and out, thrilled her and drove her impossibly higher.

“Cold.”

Maggie moaned because she loved the glide of lubed fingers against her anus, loved the way everything wove together and became higher and stronger and more.

“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you,” Richard said. “We’ll see if we can all reach heaven together.”

Maggie wanted to tell him to hurry, but words deserted her. She closed her mind to words and focused her entire being on feeling.

There was so much to feel, physical, emotional, and spiritual.

Richard pressed his finger into her anus, breaching the sphincter, stretching her. He thrilled her as he fucked his finger in and out of her so that she felt the connection, the nerve that seemed to go from ass to clit to nipple.

These were glorious sensations, champagne bubbles in the blood, coalescing, effervescing, expanding.

Fingers tugged nipples, the heat of hands warmed breasts and heart as her hungry pussy continued to suck in the hard cock, juicing harder because of the added anal spice.

More. Oh, God, more. Ah, Richard’s on the bed now. I can feel his body, so close.
His fingers left her anus, and he shifted.

He leaned forward, tenting her. He kissed the shell of her ear. “Don’t let me hurt you. Stop me if I do.”

Maggie had no intention of stopping him. She’d take him, take them all, and revel in the gift of them.