Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
But she would…
Hooking my finger inside her hole, feeling the flesh constrict around me, I held it still so she could regain her breath.
“You kissed both my brothers.”
She nodded her head and answered on a moan, “Yes, sir.”
“But you wanted more.” It wasn’t a question because I knew the answer.
“Yes, sir.”
I appreciated her honesty. But I was pretty sure a finger up the ass after a spanking acted the same as a truth serum would.
“And you’ve now been finger-fucked by me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered as her body seemed to relax a bit now that I wasn’t pushing my finger in and out of her but allowing it to remain in place.
“And would you allow Banks and Rye to touch you again after I claim this ass?”
She remained quiet.
I pushed my finger deeper inside of her. “Answer me.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“The truth.”
“Yes, sir. I’d allow them to as well.”
“Good,” I said. “I want you to know that you belong to all three of us. Three. Is that clear?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir. All three.”
Removing my finger and coating my dick with the lube, I said, “I’m more the disciplinarian than the others. It’s most likely my belt that will be spanking that ass of yours. But my brothers aren’t gentle either. Be warned.”
I moved my cock to her asshole and slowly eased my way in, loving how her voice cried out as I breached the tight hole. She no longer held her cheeks apart but reached for the edge of the table and held on as I spread her wide.
“You’re too big,” she cried, her voice bouncing off the wood around us.
“It’s going to hurt.” I didn’t stop but continued on.
“It won’t fit! It’s too big. Please!”
“Punishment hurts, baby. Learn this.”
As I moved past her first ring and on to the next, my balls were getting closer to her firm little ass. Her tiny hole was so tight that the pressure around my cock had me nearly coming, but I resisted the urge to end her discipline too soon. Goldie needed to feel my claiming when she woke up tomorrow. I wanted her to start her day feeling tender on the outside of her ass as well as the inside.
Ignoring her cries, I planted myself fully inside of her and paused so she could get used to the girth. “That’s right. Take all of me,” I groaned.
“Jay…” My name came out with the most seductive moan I’d ever heard.
“Reach down and play with your clit. It’ll make what’s about to come next easier to take,” I ordered, feeling generous and not wanting this ass fucking to only be a punishment.
Once she did as I asked, I proceeded to push in and out getting more aggressive with every thrust. I wasn’t giving her soft and gentle first time anal. I wasn’t that man and would never be. No. I was going to fuck this ass of hers like I intended the minute she gave me reason to.
She worked her clit as her cries blended with moans. The mixture of pain and pleasure had my vixen tossing her head back and screaming out without a care in the world if someone heard her sounds of passion. It was all I needed to explode inside of her with one final and deep push to her very depths.
Resting my weight on her, regaining my breath, I couldn’t help but kiss a trail along her shoulder blades. It was an act of… I wasn’t sure. But the one thing I did know was that this golden-haired woman was mine. Mine.
Ours.
She belonged on Barrett’s Mountain and we would never let her go.
Now that her screams and cries were no more, the room was silent. But when I reached down to pull her clothing back up, her cry broke the calm aftermath.
It was a sound not of pleasure, or even surprise at my actions, but from pain. I had her pants back down as I went to my knees before her. My eyes locked on a thin red line I hadn’t placed on her body. No, this scratch that ran from her thigh to disappear beneath the fabric of her pants right below her knee.
“Goddamn it,” I swore, turning the fabric inside out only to reveal a huge thorn. A thorn embedded in her tender flesh. “Fuck, you’re hurt,” I said, looking up at her.
Goldie smirked. “No kidding. Not only did you… well, you know. You strapped me. Was that supposed to feel good?” she asked.
“Don’t be a smartass,” I chided as I stood and lifted her to sit on the table. Taking her leg, I held it while I gently began working the thorn from her skin. “This is deep. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“How could I?” she asked, hissing a bit as the thorn came free, a fresh drop of blood welling in its place. “I couldn’t exactly talk with your cock halfway down my throat.”