The hold in her hair was making her eyes roll up.
He stopped partway in, groaning, and extracted himself, with the pulse of something in his dick fluctuating against her tongue.
He stepped away but his hand stayed on her, scrunching in and lancing pain into her scalp, and Xander was doing more to her between her legs.
The throb from her newly spanked ass mixed with the pressure of him forcing fingers into her, and she spread her legs to let him.
“That’s it. Wider, princess. Fuck. I missed all this? Weeks of it?” Xander stuck two or three into her, far too deep, or just the right depth, either way it made her squeak and pant and wriggle, Her clit was hard and pressing on his leg.
“Jealous, bro?”
“Yes. Who would not be?” He bit her ass and she yelped. Then he ground his fingers into her again.
“Oh. Ohhh.” The heat in her rose, spread, choking her throat. Those fingers… She wriggled. “More.”
They both laughed. “When we want to. Make her beg?”
“Absolutely.” The grip on her hair switched from one man to the other, and Xander leaned over, kissing her, fingers stilled but deep and rotating. He pulled them out while he was tonguing her mouth.
Gasping, confused at what was where, she arched as something new, large, and impressive squeezed into her pussy.
This, whatever it was, filled her. Enormous force seemed necessary for it to forge inside. She toed the carpet, pushing, spreading herself.
Xander stopped tongue kissing to look back. His hand tightened in her hair. “That. Is hot.”
John was in her. His fingers dug into her hips.
“Oh gods,” she spluttered the words, feeling drool spill from her mouth as he plowed her, smacking her forward as his thighs hit her ass.
“Now the begging?” John asked, extracting his cock.
They let her go, laid her on the floor, with her hands still tied at her back. They left her on her belly for a while.
Breathing hard, she slowly came down from the high and shuddered, looking at the men’s feet pacing near her. Her pussy spasmed inward. Both stopped in front of her.
“Want us both in you, girl? You have to say it.”
Who was that?
She lifted her head, neck muscles burning as she looked at them far above her. The rug was harsh on her tight nipples as she moved and squirmed. Her clit rubbed below too and that was… nice.
Po dropped her head, inhaled. This was arousing but also the very opposite of what she should do, as their ruler. She should not beg.
“I think she needs more convincing,” John suggested.
She looked up again then her natural orneriness consumed her. She poked out her tongue and raspberried at them.
John tsked. “Well, this calls for some prime teasing. And more spanking.”
“And then more teasing. Coming gets punished by?”
“Calling in the butler to clean her up?”
“Hey! No, that’s—”
“Doable?” Xander asked. “We all know Derwent is loyal as anything. He won’t spill any information. However…” He walked up to her and went to one knee. “That would embarrass you.”
Oh, it would. Frowning, she studied him, rocked by this notion. She could undoubtedly say no and stop everything. However, handing them this power was intriguing, even exciting to her.
There was an implicit need in her to let them be the dominating forces. She saw this.
After all, here she was on her stomach, tied up, letting them go this far.
Xander smiled, if not with his eyes. “Quiet? Going to be good for us?”
She cleared her throat and nodded. “I will.”
“Good.” Then he rose and stood, looking down at her. “Let’s get her on her knees.”
They pulled her up and sat her so that she kneeled. Then both of them took turns fucking her mouth while the other played with her below and anywhere they wanted to. She went a little crazy trying not to come when her breasts and clit, her ass and pussy had been played with for what seemed hours, when she’d had their cocks in her mouth but nowhere else.
She was full of pent-up arousal, teeming with it, her body about to fracture into a million pieces if they did not do more. Po swayed, mouth aching, breasts aching, everywhere pulsing and slick from them licking her, spanking her, or from her own wetness. Something dribbled down her inner thighs and she guessed it was from her.
Finally they stepped away, cocks erect and glistening, and John asked her, “Ready to have us both at once?”
She nodded, begging with her expression, she hoped. “Yes.”
“Beg then.”
She shut her eyes, getting accustomed to having to say this out loud. “Please.” She opened her eyes, knowing this was what she wanted, her two hot men handling her like this. “Please, please, yes, I want you both.”
“Damn.” Xander inhaled, coughed. “We will be careful.”
She knew that. It was why she loved them, why she wanted to lick and bite them from top to bottom when they had her this horny.
Why she wanted them to use her body to exhaustion.
They lifted her to the bed, and untied her hands, took turns easing into her, until at last, sandwiched between them she felt Xander push himself into her rear hole while John took her from the front.
Mouthed, kissed, held down and fucked in pussy and ass, she lost herself in the moment, in this time of being conquered by the two men she loved, until finally she orgasmed around them both while her breasts were in their hands, her neck was in their teeth, and her mouth was possessed. Crying out and clutching at the closest man, blinded for those few trembling and overwrought seconds, she felt them jam inside her while she came, and she panted, and descended from the heights.
Lost and weakened,
