Cuffed and spread, I’m wide open for anything my SEALs want to do to me. Not a single inch of my body is hidden from their searing gaze. And there’s not an inch of my body they don’t want to see because I feel the burn of their curious gazes touch me everywhere.
Even if I want to hate them, I can’t find the harsh emotions needed to lash out at them, hurt them with the pain they left me with all those years ago. Or to use my safe word. Does that make me weak? Stupid? I don’t know.
I wet my lips and pray I survive the evening with my heart intact. At the very least a sliver of strength to walk away once the cuffs come off.
Hard, shuddering breaths roll through me and I’ve lost all sense of shyness.
Rough hands grip my hips and I’m spun in place. Neat trick.
“Atlas,” I breathe out. Ryder and Brogan are now behind me. Strong shadows splash across Atlas’ face. But I can see enough to know this man is only getting started. Firm lips peel back in a pure animalistic smile. Warm hands grip my ass and I suck in a harsh breath.
Brogan. I would know his touch among a thousand hands. Rough calluses along the outer part of his thumbs serve as a signature of his touch.
Ryder’s is on his trigger finger. Years as a sniper has worn a rough spot on his right index finger.
But Atlas. I can tell his touch from the possessive clench of his grip the second our skin meets.
My head falls back and waiting lips claim mine. I’m torn between giving in to them and fighting. It’s a knee-jerk reaction. I can’t help it.
My baser instinct is to give my body what it craves and to hell with what my overworking brain has to say about the whole situation.
So I do that and it’s freeing. For now. Come morning I can go back to being workaholic Kandy and they can return to whatever life they lived without me.
“My hart,” Ryder murmurs against my lips and then he’s gone and so are Brogan’s warm hands. I lift my head to find Atlas still dressed in sharp black tuxedo pants, but he’s lost the tie and jacket, and his shirt hangs open. A wash of pure muscle peeks out at me and I catch the hint of color near the center of his chest.
Behind me I hear clothes rustling, and I assume the other two are ditching their tuxedos. Fear of loving what is about to happen stains the rush of excitement climbing inside of me. I tighten my fingers around the chain above my head and brace myself.
Holding my gaze Atlas slips the dress shirt from perfectly rounded, strong shoulders. My fingers twitch to reach out and trace the hard edges and dips. How many nights had I dreamed of having all that deliciousness draped over me? Pinning me to the bed? Too many to count, for sure.
Atlas steps into the pool of light pouring over me. Ryder and Brogan at his sides. They move together as one.
Three gloriously muscular bodies stand before me. My pulse hums and the blood in my veins turns hot. My core tightens and I’m terrified by how much I’m going to love tonight.
That’s when I see it. My butterfly.
My jaw literally drops to my chest. All three have the same tattoo as my necklace over their hearts. A golden butterfly with the same placement of jewels, rubies, and sapphires along the outer parts of the wings, only theirs is in expertly-applied ink and mine are the real deal.
“I think our girl realizes this isn’t a game to us, gentlemen.”
Dark brown eyes hold mine. I suddenly realize my plan for a quick getaway after tonight is in jeopardy. Atlas’ tender voice contradicts the dark expression consuming his looks. He is the hard-ass of the trio. Always was. But that tattoo. My necklace. The way his tone dips and drips with enough emotion to fill a lake.
Yeah, something’s different about Atlas.
My breath catches at the power infused into his words. I feel those emotions to my very soul. Just like I do his touch on my heated body. My lashes fall to my cheeks. “Atlas,” I say again. He slides his hands around my midriff and his thick finger dips between my ass cheeks, teasing over my asshole and making me moan.
His mouth is only an inch from mine and I drop my gaze to his lips, wanting to taste him again. I press my hips back and shudder when his soft touch turns firmer, more curious. The tip of his finger enters my forbidden entrance. Nothing too deep, just a tease that has me pressing into him for more.
“Ah,” I practically hum in surprise. I toy with the idea of asking him to uncuff me so we can all play on equal grounds. But then Atlas speaks.
“You should know, there’s a part two of that contract you signed.” Fingers find the fringes of my hair and he rubs the ends together.
Dark brown eyes meet mine.
Sneaky bastards. Doesn’t surprise me. I should have flipped the paper over. I rethink the whole cuffs issue I’m currently dealing with. “At this point do I need to even care?” It’s better they leave me in these damn things because, so help me, if they release me right now, I’m not sure if I will rage on them or run for the sake of my heart’s safety.
To my left a very naked and very aroused Brogan picks up the velvety bag I had in my hand from earlier and slips out the silver butt plug and a white tube. Light catches on the faceted crystal at the end. I’m not even sure what to call it but I know the second they insert it, the pretty diamond side is all they’ll see when they bend me over.
A chill of excitement runs up my spine, but I tamper that shit down and hide it behind a mask of indifference.
“I think she’s ready to get started.”
My heart stills and my gaze bounces from Atlas to Brogan. Atlas takes the tube and smears a nice amount on his fingers. His heavy, cum-dripping cock bounces between his legs and I involuntarily lick my lips.
“I don’t like the look of total mischief on your face.”
“That’s because we have all the control.”
“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out. Not the best timing, then again, there’s never a “good” time to tell your stepbrother and his two friends you’d never had sex. Kind of embarrassing at twenty-six, really. Especially after the way they told me to get lost. Some revenge sex should have been in order, but after that kind of rejection…I sigh heavily.
But there it was. The truth. Maybe they’ll let me go now.
Three sets of eyes are on me.
“We know. Why do you think we picked room one? It’s for virgin and first-time harems.”
Oh.
“Don’t think we haven’t checked in on you. Had another man taken what is ours before we could, they would be dead.”
I swallow and wholly take Atlas at his word. Truth is all over his and the other men’s faces.
Brogan tosses aside the bag and places the anal plug on the small table.
Ryder must have felt me tense because he wraps his arms around me from behind and cups my breasts. Fingers tug and pull at my nipples, drawing wet heat from my center.
“Easy, my hart. Easy. We won’t hurt you.” His voice is low and sensual. Only for me.
“Stop calling me that,” I hiss. Easy, he says. He isn’t about to take that in the ass. But what has me really worried is what it will lead to. Them taking me there. And me loving it so much I’ll crave more.
“But first, let’s dress our baby with some jewels.”
Atlas is at the trunk and pulls out the clamps I saw earlier. Beautiful gold ornaments I didn’t pay nearly enough attention to. Butterflies. One for each nipple.
“These are nipple clamps, Kandy. We’ll use them tonight and every other night we want to see our girl’s beautiful body decorated.”
I let out a low moan when Ryder dips his head and sucks a nipple into his warm mouth, rolls the hard tip around and releases it with a juicy pop. On goes a clamp and I suck in sharply with the pleasure-pain effect flowing through me.
He repeats for the other side, and I look down my chest to see two beautiful golden butterflies perched on my breasts.
All the men are looking at me too. Possession in their eyes. And awe.
They’re so taken by the view, I get a chance to look at them too. Long heavy shafts hang between their legs. Pre-cum drips from the crowns of their cocks but they are not focused on their need to fuck me. They’re wanting to take their time and I better be up for the ride.
The clamps sway and tinkle, the weight and pressure making me hyperaware of my clamped nipples.
Brogan tugs gently on one and I immediately try to clamp my thighs closed from the burst of electricity that nails my clit.
Atlas’ mouth tilts with an arrogant smile. “Fuck, you make my cock cry with the need to sink into that pussy and claim that cherry.” He pauses and I find myself clinging to his next words. “Now it’s time to spread her ass for me, Ryder.” His voice is dark and gravelly. Like it’s taking momentous amounts of effort to rein in his desires.
Strong hands grip either side of my ass and I’m fully exposed to both men in the next second.
Atlas kneels behind me, and I can’t turn my head to see what he’s about to do. But I feel every hot breath and stroke of his finger lubing my ass for more of his tormenting play. Kisses drop over the dimples right above my cheeks and my heart swells with emotions I refuse to let my brain acknowledge.
“I’ve craved the feel of this tight hole gripping me.” Atlas’ voice pitches low. “And tonight, I’m going to take it.”
My nipple clamps jingle with my ragged breathing.
Cold dribbles over my puckered hole and then Atlas sinks a finger past the first ring of muscles. I clench around him and buck wildly when blunt teeth graze over one cheek then the next. “Before you can take a man here, we need to prepare you.” There’s something final about his voice. Like he’s set the rules of the evening and everyone in the room will abide by them. As much as I want to hate it, rage against and fight, I also like it.
No, I love it. Love the feel of giving my SEALs power over my pleasure. It’s freeing in a way. Knowing I don’t have to be in control of every single minute lets me enjoy it. This is what I wanted, right? Why I let Justice talk me into this.
Brogan is in front of me stroking the long, thick length of his cock. Rivulets of pre-cum drip from the tip, and I watch in utter awe as he grips strong fingers around the hardened shaft, draws a hand down and then back up, forcing more of the hot liquid from the head of his cock.
“Brogan?” God what am I doing? Please help me shut up. My eyes connect with his. “Can I?” I ask tentatively, but it’s Atlas who tears my attention off his best friend. “Arg!” I scream out when Atlas slides a second slicked-up finger into my ass. I clench but Ryder’s hands massage me, and I relax.
“That’s it, butterfly. Fuck. Look how your ass grips my fingers. So beautiful. Pass me the plug.”
Atlas probes deeper and I rise to the tips of my toes, but there’s nowhere for me to go. Only accept the pleasure.
In front of me, a side of Brogan’s mouth tilts up in a knowing smirk.
My gaze drops to his hand again.
“Give her a taste,” Atlas instructs darkly from behind me. “But make her beg sweetly for anything she gets.”
He draws out and eases back in, coating my insides, building the pleasure inside me to a tolerable heat.
Using his thumb, Brogan smears it over the crest and gathers a healthy amount of his pre-cum.
“Let me hear you, baby. Tell me what you want. Talk dirty to me.”
“Please, please. I want to taste you. Let me taste you.”
“Taste what?’
“Your cum. I want to taste your cum on my tongue.”
“Good girl. Open,” he commands roughly and takes a handful of my loose hair and holds me in place.
Dutifully, I do as he says. I slowly open my mouth and ease my tongue forward and groan at the salty-sweet taste. I suck him in and hollow my cheeks as if it’s his cock I have between my lips.
“Bad girl.” He kisses my cheek and tugs on a nipple clamp. I tighten and behind me Atlas growls, swatting my ass. I arch into him all the while jutting my breasts toward Brogan for more of his sweet torture.
“You feel every part of your body, don’t you, baby? It’s a low hum now, but just wait. That fire will grow. But don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to have all of us in every hole you have. You’re getting claimed tonight, Kandy. Taken and thoroughly fucked.”
I’m helpless when he takes a knee. He presses his nose to my slit, and I hear the reverence in his voice when he murmurs something so softly it hits only the fringes of my hearing.
The pad of his tongue drags over my slick folds and it’s him I’m seeking this time. Suddenly his fingers push between my pussy lips, and he spreads me wide for a deeper taste.
“Fuck,” Atlas groans. He’s working my ass faster, deeper with his finger. Only in my dreams did I ever think I’d have him giving me so much pleasure. No matter how forbidden.
Together they work me—Brogan my pussy and Atlas my ass.
Hot girl-cum spills from my core to leave my thighs slick. Peering down my quivering body, I look on as Brogan worships my pussy with long laps of his tongue deeply between my slit. He pauses over my throbbing clit and pulls the pulsing nub between his lips and sucks. Hard. Just as Ryder takes both clamps between his fingers and tugs gently.
My explosion is instant. Rolling waves of pleasure and pain crash through me and I can’t catch my breath.
“Oh fuck,” I groan out. The force of my release has my head falling back. My knees give but the chains hold me up. I’m pried open for them and there’s nowhere I can go. Nowhere to run. No more running. Not for tonight, anyway.
Stars of energy flash behind my eyelids and I slowly peel them open to find all three watching me intently.
I rattle the chains, wanting to have my hands on them but all I hear in return are deep chuckles and back they go to giving me the best torture of my life.
