by Sophie Oak
She hated the fact that even while she knew this would go badly,
her pussy was starting to ache. She wasn’t sure why Beck seemed to
be so willing to give her what she wanted. He would hate her
afterward for this, but there was no question Meg wanted the change
in Beck to be real. “I told you, I won’t try to leave again. Let me go.
I’ll stay in the room in the barn. You two can fuck each other for all I
care.”
Beck pulled her up by her bound hands. True to his word, she was
pulled over his lap. She kicked, but he was far too strong. He held her
down, placing one strong hand on her back. “I warned you, Meg.”
He pulled her skirt up, tossing it over her back, and her naked ass
felt the slight chill in the air. It wasn’t cold for long as Beck’s hand
came down in a short arc.
Meg gasped as the pain hit her sharply. She didn’t have a chance
to breathe before he smacked her other cheek just as hard. These
weren’t the playful taps Cian had given her. Beck meant business.
Tears formed in her eyes, but before she could shed them, the heat
bloomed deep inside her, and she felt her pussy cream. Fuck him, but
he was right. This was exactly what she wanted. She bit her bottom
lip to keep from begging him to continue.
“That’s a pretty sight, love,” Beck drawled as he ran his hand
across her cheeks. Meg heard him take a deep breath. “Open yourself
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to me, Meg. You’re shielding. I don’t like it. I can’t tell if I’m really
hurting you.”
Meg stubbornly kept the mental walls in place just as Cian had
taught her. The mental walls stopped her from broadcasting her every
emotion to the brothers.
Another sudden blow landed on her butt. Meg groaned, waiting
for the pain to turn to arousal. She was glad they couldn’t see her
face.
“I can keep it up all night, Meg,” Beck promised. “You’ll give me
what I want. I swear, by the time we’re through, you’ll surrender
everything I ask for, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Until
then, I think there’s another way to get the answer to my question.”
Meg gasped as he spread her thighs and roughly shoved two
fingers straight up her cunt. He wasn’t shielding at all now, and she
felt his deep satisfaction with what he found there.
“She’s hot for it, isn’t she?” Cian asked.
“Brother, she’s on fire,” Beck replied, rotating his fingers inside
her. Meg couldn’t stay still. She squirmed, trying to get those fingers
to hit her sweet spot. He pulled his fingers out, and Meg wanted to cry
at their loss. He slapped her ass again. “And she’s not very attentive.
Stay still. I’ll tell you when you can move. I’ve thought an awful lot
about what’s gone wrong between us, Meg.”
“You’re an asshole.” It just came out, and Meg closed her eyes
just before the blow landed. There was no hiding her low moan this
time.
“You really like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice was filled
with gratified wonder as his hands caressed the spot he’d struck. Meg
felt him lean over and place a kiss at the base of her spine.
“I told you,” Cian said quietly. His hand joined Beck’s. Meg
turned enough to see that Cian had already tossed off his clothes. He
liked to be naked as much as possible. Some days she had to force
him into his clothes. He would just walk around in a constant,
tempting state of undress. “She’s perfect for us.”
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“Let’s see if she is,” Beck said with a laugh. He moved Meg off
his lap and onto her knees. “You look so gorgeous with your hands
bound. Your skin is flush with sexual arousal. Do you know what that
does to me?” He calmly pulled at the fastening on his pants and freed
his cock. Meg felt his eyes on her. She licked her lips as she took in
the sight of him stroking that big, hard dick. “Are you going to obey
me, Meg?”
That deep voice promised all manner of delight if she said yes.
Meg knew that if she did as he asked, there was a chance he would
reject her afterward. She had pushed him to this. He had been upset
when she claimed she loved Cian, but not him. It wasn’t true. She’d
been crazy about Beck from the moment she’d seen him. She’d never
believed in love at first sight, but that was pretty much what had
happened with her and Beck. Somehow, she’d known she was made
for him. She’d fought it, but the emotion she felt every time she even
thought of him wouldn’t go away. Her stomach was in knots of
indecision before she finally realized she would take every chance he
gave her.
“Yes, damn it,” she said.
Beck sighed. “Ci, if you would.”
Meg felt her skirt being raised just before Cian’s hand came down
on her ass. It wasn’t as firm as Beck’s, but it stung all the same. The
skin of her ass hummed with heat.
“Language,” Cian explained with a smile on his face. Cian winked
at her. He moved into position behind her. His hand went to the waist
of her skirt. “It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going
to take care of Beck, and I’m going to have a little playtime with that
sweet pussy of yours.”
“Not a word,” Beck warned when she opened her mouth to ask a
question. “The only word you need to use is, ‘yes.’ Now, lift up and
let Ci take off that skirt.”
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She did as he asked, and Cian’s hands smoothed the garment off
her body. He pressed his pelvis against her backside, letting her feel
how much he wanted her as his hand undid the ties on her shirt.
“I love these tits,” he said, cupping them as he pushed his erection
against the folds of her ripe pussy. Meg moaned as he teased her. He
made sure he never hit her clitoris.
Beck looked down on her with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play
with you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told, Meg. Do you
understand?”
“He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” Meg said, trying to push
back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughed and
smacked her ass again. “I mean, yes,” she corrected quickly.
“Better, love,” Beck said, standing up.
He pushed his pants off his hips and tossed them aside. He did the
same with his shirt. Cian pulled Meg into position. Her hands stayed
in front of her as Cian continued to torture her with his cock and his
fingers. They slid through her soaking wet slit. Meg whimpered
because he kept her perfectly aroused with no real hope of coming.
She would have to please Beck before she had any chance at pleasure.
She felt like a sweet little toy between them.
“Open,” Beck commanded. He held his cock in his hands and
moved to her mouth.
Meg obediently parted her lips, and Beck thrust himself in. He
groaned as the head of his cock entered her mouth. Behind her, Cian
sighed. Meg knew Cian was sharing the sensation with
his brother.
“Lick it,” Beck ordered. “Lick the head. I’m going to teach you
how I like my cock sucked. I expect you to remember, love.”
Meg pulled back and licked the engorged head of her husband’s
dick. She lapped up the cream of his arousal and whirled her tongue
all around the ridge of his penis. Beck’s hands petted her hair, letting
her know he approved.
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“Lick down to the base,” Beck said as he closed his eyes. “I love
the feel of your little tongue all over my cock. That’s right. Lick it all over.”
Behind her, Cian was moving. He shoved her legs apart, but she
made sure she didn’t lose Beck. She gently licked down the shaft,
making sure not to miss a centimeter of his erection.
Beck lifted his cock up, giving Meg access to his balls. “Lick the
balls, wife, and then suck them, one at a time.”
Just as Meg touched her tongue to his round, tight balls, she
gasped as Cian slid under her and parted the cheeks of her ass. He
sank his hands into the flesh of her bottom and held her still. He
licked her from the edge of her cunt all the way to her clit as his
fingers played with her anus. The feeling was so forbidden that she
shivered. One finger lightly rimmed her anus.
Beck growled. “I’ll make him stop if it distracts you. You see to
me first, Meg. I am in charge here. Do you understand?”
Meg nodded silently, whimpering just a little as Cian grabbed her
hips and shoved his strong tongue straight up her cunt. It felt so good,
and she could feel his joy in pleasing her. Despite the walls she had
put up, Cian’s emotion was getting through. Cian’s satisfaction with
her taste and smell and touch swept over her mind. She tried to focus
on the job at hand. She leaned forward and curled her tongue around
Beck’s balls.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good, wife,” Beck praised her. “Suck it into
your mouth. Yes, hold it for a second. Oh, yeah.”
Meg concentrated fiercely because Cian was doing his best to
distract her. He tongue-fucked her pussy while trying to gently work
his finger into the little rosebud of her ass. It burned and tantalized at the same time. She had to force herself to keep still or she would be
shoving her ass against that finger of Ci’s. He pressed his finger in,
and Meg felt her asshole clench around the invading digit.
“Stop,” Beck commanded. Meg pulled back. “Open your mouth
and relax. I’m going to fuck your mouth, love. You remember the
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arena? I liked that. It was the best sex of my life. You relax and let me
use your mouth. Ci’s going to let you come after I do, but only if
you’re a good girl.”
“Yes,” Meg said, wanting that orgasm with her whole being. She
wanted to share it with them. Being surrounded by Beck and Cian,
bombarded with their passion and emotion was the most intimate
experience of her life.
Between the pleasure Cian was giving her and the dominance
Beck was showing, Meg was utterly breathless. Before she could
inhale, though, Beck was shoving his dick forward, feeding his long,
thick length into her mouth. Meg had to stop and remember to breathe
through her nose. She went passive and allowed Beck to completely
take the lead.
“That’s right, love,” Beck sighed. “Relax. I want your walls down.
I want to feel you, all of you.”
Meg let her walls drop away and the bond between the three of
them opened fully.
“Yes, wife. That’s what I want. Flood me with it.”
“I told you she wants this,” Cian said, pulling briefly away. “Can’t
you feel her joy?”
Once she opened the gates, she was flooded with them as well.
She felt Beck’s relief at finally letting his dominant side out. She felt
Cian’s peace at sharing her with his brother. Beck and Cian were
complete. That was what sharing her meant to them. Meg completed
them.
Beck’s hands went to the knot at the back of her head. He released
her hair. Beck wound his fingers in it and ruthlessly used it to control
her movement.
Meg moaned. She was grateful for her bound hands as Beck
began to fuck her mouth in earnest. It would have been hard not to
touch him. Now it was simple to give up her will and concentrate on
feeling.
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Beck’s thoughts assailed her. Beck loved the feel of her mouth.
He loved how tight and warm the hole was and how her lips looked as
they sucked on his cock. He was in full domination mode, and there
was nothing more beautiful to him than the sight of her complying.
He threw back his head and stopped thinking. This was what he’d
always wanted, what he’d needed and not been able to get. A deep
gratitude meshed with his desire, and it nearly brought tears to Meg’s
eyes. She felt the connection to Beck. It was what she had missed all
of her life, too.
Suddenly Cian’s feelings pushed at her. Beck’s emotions receded
to the background as Cian took over. Oh, she needed him, too. Cian
loved the taste of her pussy. He could eat her all day. It was tangy and
sweet in his mouth. He adored her. She was his to please, and that
fulfilled something deep inside Cian. He needed someone to love and
take care of. He needed someone who needed him. Cian’s hand
lightly caressed the cheeks of her ass as he devoured her pussy. He
couldn’t wait to fuck her there.
All the while, Meg sent out her own feelings. Their emotions
meshed until she wasn’t sure who was feeling what, and she just
didn’t care.
Beck groaned, and Meg felt that he was close. She breathed
deeply as he bumped the back of her throat.
“Swallow around me,” he ordered roughly as he forced her to take
the whole of him.
Meg complied, tightening around his pulsing cock. She swallowed
and teased the sensitive underside of his dick with her tongue. He was
so big he filled her, but she could move a little.
Beck’s voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Goddess, I’m coming. You
swallow what I give you.”
Beck pulled almost out of her mouth and then shoved his way
back in. His hands pulled at her scalp as he held her very still. He
groaned low and then everything in him released. Meg felt the first
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hot jet of his cum hit the back of her throat. She worked furiously to
swallow every drop of the salty cream he poured into her.
She sucked while his cock softened, and his hands gentled in her
hair as he came down from the high. Meg licked his cock lovingly
because she could feel his happiness. There was no abrupt break in
their bond. He wasn’t upset. A sense of peace flowed from Beck’s
mind. He wasn’t about to reject her.
“Mo shonuachar,” he whispered with a happy sigh as he stroked
her.
He was the passive one now, allowing her to lick his softening
dick clean. She thoroughly cleaned him from the tiny slit of the head<
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all the way to his balls. He loved having her play with his balls. She
would remember that. She curled her tongue around one and then the
other.
He chuckled before gently pulling away. He undid the ties on her
hands. “Thank you, love. I believe it’s Ci’s turn. Do what he tells you
to or I’ll tie you up again, and I won’t let you out the rest of the
night.”
Beck was catching his breath as he sat back in the rocking chair.
He looked very satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent
smile broke over Beck’s face. Meg cried out as Cian pulled his face
away from her pussy. He gripped her hips and shoved her down his
body.
“Ride my cock, Meggie,” he ordered. Her playful lover was gone.
He used his hands to lower her slowly onto his throbbing dick. His
face was turned up as he watched his flesh disappear into hers. “Do
you know what he just called you, mo shonuachar?”
Meg shook her head, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of
Cian filling her. He moved with painstaking slowness. Cian had
always been careful with her and enjoyed prolonging the pleasure.
Cian flexed his hips up and seated himself fully inside her tight,
soaking pussy. “Soul mate. Our soul’s mate. I love you, mo
shonuachar.”
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Meg felt tears well in her eyes. She reached down and cupped the
strong line of Cian’s jaw. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she
kissed him. “I love you, too.” She sighed as she pulled her torso back
up. She looked at Beck and opened her every emotion to him. “I love
you.”
Beck smiled. His face was open, and he looked younger than she
could ever remember seeing him. Beck always had a heavy mantle of
responsibility clinging to him, but now all she could see was his
satisfaction. “I love you, wife. Never doubt it. Now lean back and let
Ci fuck that pussy. Put your hands on his thighs.”
Meg leaned back. It pushed her breasts forward. They bounced
with every thrust of Cian’s cock. Beck was already getting hard again.
Meg closed her eyes. Cian’s hands gripped her hips. He slammed her
down on his cock. He controlled the pace and swiveled his hips up,
tunneling into her pussy and hitting that spot, making her moan.
“Does that feel good, lover?” Cian laughed as he watched her