“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, a thread of satisfaction laced in his words.
She nodded. “I have.”
“And did you like what you imagined? Do you want that to happen? It’s important to us that you aren’t frightened.”
She immediately shook her head and turned to look at each man in turn before she finally turned back to Sebastien, her expression solemn.
“I’m not afraid. I trust you. All of you.” She turned again so she could include the others in her view. “At first, I considered this”—she waved her hand around—“to be an agreement wherein I would hold up my end of the bargain. I approached it somewhat clinically. I told myself that six months wasn’t too much to sacrifice for all that had been done for me and my mother.”
Sebastien’s arms tightened around her, but she maintained eye contact with the others. This was important. She wanted them to know. Perhaps it was even more important they know before they took that final step where they’d make love to her as a unit.
“But now, it’s something I do without thought of gratitude or obligation. I do it because…” She sucked in her breath and took the plunge. “I care about all of you. I trust you. You’ve all been so absolutely wonderful. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. There’s nothing I want more than to please you. You have my submission, my obedience. You have my…heart.”
Xander stood and somehow his presence seemed so much…larger…all of a sudden. His expression was fierce. Primal almost. He was beautiful to look at. Confident. Bold. So very alpha.
He strode to where she sat in Sebastien’s lap and he tossed the quilt aside, baring her to their view. Then he leaned down hauled her into his arms and then kissed her with a savagery that she hadn’t experienced before.
It was a mark of possession. It was a kiss that clearly told her she belonged to him. He was putting his stamp on her for all to see. And when he pulled away, there was a fierce light in his eyes that sent shivers quaking over her body.
“We’re going to have you, Talia. And when we’re through, you’ll have no doubt as to who you belong to and who you belong with. You’ll know above all else that you are owned body and soul.”
“Then take me,” she whispered. “For I am yours.”
His jaw tightened and he walked swiftly toward the couch to where Garon still sat. He positioned her over Garon’s lap, just as she’d been before. Garon immediately slid his palm over her bottom in a gentle caress while Xander stripped himself of his clothing.
She watched, her head turned to the side, admiring the sight of his naked body. When he’d tossed the remainder of his clothing to the side, he knelt beside her and smoothed his hand down her back and then over her buttocks.
He pressed a kiss to the small of her back and then murmured against her skin. “Garon will remove the plug and then he’ll position you for me. I’m going to have your sweet little ass, Talia. And that’s only the beginning.”
Chapter 19
Garon placed one hand palm down over the small of her back and with the other, he gently pulled at the plug. It came out much easier than it had gone in, and the sensation as it slid out was edgy and breathtaking.
He rubbed over her ass, caressing the cheeks for several seconds as if to soothe away any discomfort, though there wasn’t any, and then he lifted her, standing easily as he held her in his arms.
The couch had substantial depth and she easily fit facing the back so that her knees still remained on the cushion. He positioned her on her hands and knees and then gently pushed her head downward so that her ass was lifted higher into the air.
The vulnerability of such a position excited her. All four men could easily see her most intimate parts. She couldn’t see them. Had no idea what they planned, and that only heightened her excitement.
Xander slid his hands over her waist and then to her behind, spreading her cheeks so that she was more exposed to him.
“Use your hand to touch yourself, Talia,” he instructed. “Use your fingers on your clit. It will help when I penetrate you. But don’t come. Not yet.”
She reached up, pressed her hand to her belly and then slid it upward, over the apex of her legs and then delved her fingers into the folds to find her clit.
She sighed a little as she stroked herself, enjoying the pleasurable sensations as well as the anticipation of when he’d push inside her.
When the blunt head of his cock first pressed against her opening, she moaned and twisted restlessly, eager to have him deep within her.
He rubbed his cock up and down over her opening, aided by the slippery lubricant that Nico had used earlier. Evidently satisfied that he’d added enough to ease his penetration, he began to push against the tight resistance, forcing her to open under his relentless invasion.
She put more pressure on her clit and rubbed in a circular motion, finding just the right spot and the exact amount of pressure she needed. It made her want his entry even more. She was desperate for it.
He didn’t just ram his dick into her ass, and for that she was grateful, even as much as she wanted him inside her. Instead he maintained steady pressure and kept pushing forward, opening her at a slow, steady pace until finally the head was inside.
“Ah, Talia, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “Like a fist gripping me.”
Inch by delicious inch, he fed his cock into her ass until finally, finally she felt the weight of his balls against her pussy and knew he was all the way in.
She felt impossibly stretched. The burn was decadent. She felt she was indulging in the most forbidden pleasure and yet it was only just beginning. They’d made dark promises. Promises that had her desperate with want.
For a moment she had to stop stroking herself. She was too close. Knew that if she continued, if she touched herself even once more, that she’d catapult over the edge and into blissful orgasm. She didn’t want it over with so soon, and he’d told her not to.
Then he withdrew, pulling slowly out, and the sensation nearly overwhelmed her. She panted softly, willing herself not to come even without the self-stimulation.
When he’d pulled out so that only the head remained inside her opening, he pushed forward again, a little harder this time and a little faster.
He continued the same pattern, gradually increasing speed and force until he was fucking her rhythmically and the slaps of his thighs meeting her ass could be heard throughout the room.
It was an entirely different feeling than when he’d fucked her vaginally. She couldn’t even begin to compare the two.
And then she began to wonder how it would feel to have two cocks inside her. One in her ass, one in her pussy.
Her pulse beat thunderously, her pussy throbbed and her clit was swollen, begging for attention. Just one touch. One simple stroke and Talia would be off like a firecracker. But she purposely kept her hand still over her tender flesh, not wanting to end it.
Her fantasies were too delicious, her imaginings too vivid.
And then suddenly he withdrew, leaving her gasping at the instant void. Again she was lifted, only this time, it was Xander who picked her up. He turned, bearing her with him and then he sank onto the couch, his legs splayed.
Her back was to him and Sebastien stood before her, naked, hugely erect, his hand fisted around his cock.
Xander eased her backward and she realized his intention.
He positioned her over his cock and then put one hand on her shoulder to pull her down so that once again he pushed into her ass.
When he was balls deep in her ass, he leaned back and pushed his knees upward into the backs of her legs and then used his strength to spread her, leaving her bare and vulnerable to Sebastien.
Her ass was on the very edge of the couch. All Sebastien had to do was slide right between her thighs and he’d be right there at her opening.
She had no idea how this was going to work, how it could work, but she was nearly in nuclear meltdown at the image of Sebastien pushing into her whil
e Xander was embedded so deeply into her body.
Sebastien slid his finger into her pussy and then he smiled. “Goddamn, but you’re tight. I can’t wait to get my dick inside you.”
He removed his hand and then positioned his cock at her opening. She trembled from head to toe and realized she couldn’t control the shaking no matter how hard she tried. Xander kissed her shoulder and stroked his hands up over her belly to her breasts.
Sebastien began pushing inward. It wasn’t easy. He certainly didn’t glide right in. After only an inch, he swore through his teeth and sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked like he was struggling not to come.
After taking a deep breath, he pushed more forcefully, this time gaining more depth.
She felt stuffed, completely filled, stretched to capacity but it was the most sinfully amazing sensation she’d ever experienced.
She started to fidget, but Sebastien was quick to stop her.
“Don’t, honey,” he croaked out. “Let me do the moving. I’m barely hanging on by a thread here. If you move, it’s going to be all over.”
She smiled and reached up to touch his face. It made her feel a little powerful to know she could make him want her this much, so much that he was having to work to maintain his control.
He pulled back and then thrust forward, much more forcefully this time. She gasped out just as he let out a harsh groan. Behind her, Xander’s breath was explosive on her neck. All three of them felt the force—and result—of Sebastien’s penetration.
He was deeply inside her now and she was completely filled. Xander was as far as he could go. Sebastien was pressed to her body, his pelvis mashed against hers. The three of them were tangled up, locked together by her.
“How does it feel?” Xander whispered in her ear. “Do you feel possessed, Talia? Do you understand that we own you? That you belong to us and that we are marking you as primitively as a man can mark a woman?”
She arched back, leaning into Xander’s arms. His hands closed over her breasts, kneading the swells and then teasing her nipples.
“Come, Sebastien,” Xander ordered. “She and I won’t last much longer.”
With a groan, Sebastien began thrusting into her, his body flexing and bowing. It was a beautiful sight, seeing this powerfully built man work to get inside her body.
She closed her eyes, reveling in the delight of being between these two men. She rested the back of her head on Xander’s shoulders and let him hold her as Sebastien pushed forward with a roar and began to come inside her.
Sebastien leaned over her and captured her lips, kissing her with as much savagery as Xander had kissed her with just earlier. His hips jerked and pumped against her before he finally went still and remained locked within her for several long moments.
When he pulled out, there was a warm rush and she was surprised he made no move to clean her. They were always so meticulous in their care of her.
But then Garon moved forward and Xander whispered next to her ear, “Sebastien going first will make it easier for you to take Garon and Nico.”
Her eyes widened and heat rushed through her body at the erotic words. The imagery. The whole idea. Holy hell. Garon was going to take her after Sebastien had basically provided a whole lot of natural lubricant. It was kinky as hell, but none of the men seemed bothered by it a bit.
Garon positioned himself but he leaned forward to kiss her as the broad head of his cock rested at her opening. His mouth was gentle on hers, sweet where Sebastien and Xander had been possessive and demanding.
“I won’t hurt you, Talia,” he murmured as he drew away.
She smiled back at him. “I know.”
He pushed inside, stretching her with his enormous width. It was true, he probably would have never gotten inside her on his own. Not with Xander deep in her ass, making her vaginal opening a whole lot smaller.
But oh God, did it feel good to be so stretched around his beautiful cock. The friction was delicious. Every movement sent pleasure dancing through her veins.
Xander was wrapped so tightly around her. Her anchor. His hands on her body. His cock deep inside her. His mouth against her neck, her shoulder, pressed against her hair.
She didn’t understand his connection to the other men. Why he shared what he considered his with them. But she found that the more time that went on, the less she cared. Some things just were and she could hardly complain when she was the center, the focus, of four sexy-as-sin men bent on fulfilling her every desire.
Garon found her gaze, seared her with the intensity of those dark eyes. He pushed farther inside, infinitely patient, so patient she found herself squirming, wanting him to let loose.
“Please,” she whispered. “I know you won’t hurt me, Garon. I need it harder. I’m about to go out of my mind here.”
Garon’s breath came out in a harsh expulsion. He gripped her thighs, held her tightly and then thrust forward, forcing himself deeper into her body.
Oh God. She wasn’t going to make it. How could she?
She began orgasming, wave upon wave rocking over her. She clenched around Garon. Through it all, Xander held her while Garon drove relentlessly into her. She cried out and gripped Garon’s shoulders, dug her fingers into his flesh, needing something to hold on to as she came completely and utterly apart.
It was pain and pleasure all rolled into one. So intense that she couldn’t bear it.
Garon thrust into her, the wet, sucking sounds reaching her ears, and it was then she realized that he too had started coming the moment she began contracting around him.
He leaned forward to rest his forehead on her shoulder and he shook against her as he remained embedded in her pussy.
She sagged against Xander, her body limp and hypersensitive to even the slightest movement. When Garon began to pull out, she groaned. He came free in a liquid rush and then stepped away from her only to be replaced by Nico.
She stared helplessly at Nico as he positioned himself at her entrance. Two men had come inside her. She’d just had the most awesome orgasm of her life. And Nico still had to fuck her.
She wasn’t sure she’d survive this. If it was possible to die of pleasure, she was going to certainly do it.
Even wet from the releases of two men, she was snug around Nico as he pushed inward. He’d always been the most gentle with her. The most understanding. Always so sweet. But now he looked fiercely determined.
The possessive glint in his eyes made her shiver. She was staring at a man determined to mark her. Just like the others had.
His fingers dug into her hips and he held her in place as he thrust again, gaining more depth.
She was even more swollen now, not only from Xander being so deep inside her ass, but from her orgasm and Sebastien and Garon forcing their way through her tight passage.
Each movement from Nico elicited a ragged moan, and yet it wasn’t painful. It was intense. It burned. It was beautiful. She’d never felt anything like it.
“Tilt her back just a bit more,” Nico said to Xander. “I can’t get all the way inside her at this angle.”
The words quaked over her, eliciting another strong wave of desire and instant arousal. She wanted him there. Wanted him as deep as he could go. Already she felt the stirring of another climb to orgasm.
Her body tightened. Her nipples beaded. Her pussy clenched and she tingled from head to toe.
Xander leaned back, shifting forward so that he could recline further on the couch, which presented Talia more fully to Nico.
Nico stood over her, reached down with his thumbs and he spread her folds so that she was stretched even tighter around him. Then he thrust hard. Deep. Filling her fully, more full than she’d ever been.
She gasped, then cried out. She bucked upward and writhed against Xander. He held her tightly, murmuring to her but she couldn’t hear over the roar of blood and the pulse beating loudly in her ears.
Nico was no longer the sweet, tender lover who’d taken such care with
her on so many prior occasions. He was a man bent on claiming what he considered his.
His gaze bore into her, demanding response. He pushed into her, over and over, his control leashed, a powerful thing to witness.
“I want you to come, Talia. One more time. With me inside you. Come so I can fill you with my release, so that you’ll have had us all deep inside you.”
His command swept over like wildfire. Her pussy fluttered and went wild around him. Her belly clenched and she started to shake uncontrollably.
As soon as he began to jet his semen deep inside her, another orgasm tore through her body, so powerful that she lost awareness. The room dimmed around her and all she could process was the never-ending roll of ecstasy that billowed like a storm.
Then Nico pulled out. She found herself pitching forward, her knees digging into a pillow on the floor. Xander mounted her from behind, slid deep into her ass and began fucking her in earnest as cum slid down the insides of her thighs. Semen from three different men.
He rode her hard, without mercy, and she was still orgasming, her body coiling into a vicious knot as Xander continued to drive into her.
She rested her forehead on the floor, eyes closed as the haziness grew around her. She was dimly aware of Xander’s roar of satisfaction. Of his pelvis flat against her ass, his balls resting against her pussy as he twitched and shot his release into her ass.
And then he pulled away. She could hear him stand. She turned her head so that her cheek rested on the floor and she could see them gathered around her, all watching as more semen slipped down the backs of her thighs.
Marked.
Possessed.
They’d taken her as they’d promised. Made her their belonging. Their cherished, pampered belonging.
She was exhausted and yet exhilarated. She wished she could see herself as they saw her right now. Wondered what she looked like with the remnants of their possession dripping down her body.
And then Sebastien stepped over her body, straddling her as he hunched down and pushed his cock into her ass.