Ash nodded.
“Fuck, man,” I swore. “We were just supposed to keep her here, keep her safe. Not—”
“Not take her and make her come more and harder than I’m willing to bet she’s ever come before?”
I grinned. “Yeah, that.”
Ash whistled again as we leaned against the kitchen counter. “Shit that was good.”
I shook my head, sighing as I clinked my beer to his.
It was really good. That had been the most intense sex of our lives, and we barely knew this girl. Moreover, she was nothing like the women we usually went for.
Moreover, this was a real shit idea.
The problem was, we’d had a taste then.
And now we wanted more.
Chapter 12
Mia
What have I done?
I sank into the tub, letting the bubbly suds I’d poured in along with the hot water claim me. The bubbles slowly enveloped me as I sank into them, covering the sweet, wonderful bruises — little reminders of the most incredible sexual experience of my life that I’d just had.
With two men.
My captors.
I’d never done that before. Well, of course I’d never fucked someone who’d kidnapped me before, but I’d also never been with two men. Hell, I’d never been with one man as commanding or as dominant as they’d been.
And I knew, though I’d never admitted it to anyone — even myself — that somewhere deep inside of me, that’d been the fantasy. I knew despite always looking for the smiling, kind, gentle man, what the dark part of me had always craved was that.
Submission.
Giving up control.
Something hard, and raw, and demanding, not sweet and not tender.
Ash and Erik had fucked me — they’d taken me as they pleased and dragged the orgasm out of me as I’d screamed for more.
I’d never even conceived of sex like that, never even close. My body still tingled there in the tub as I replayed it, thinking of the way Ash grabbed my ass as he sheathed every thick inch of his big dick inside of me. How Erik had cupped my jaw in his hand and fed me his cock.
…How they’d called me a good girl.
No, they’d called me their good girl.
I moaned. There, sitting in the tub with the replay of what had just happened slinking through my mind, I moaned out loud. My hand slipped down into the water, delving between my legs. I could feel how slippery my pussy was, how hot I still was at the mere thought of it all.
Fingers slipped between my lips, curling inside and sending a shiver through my body.
God yes.
I’d never been dominated like that. I’d never had my world rocked like that. I’d never felt the total loss of control as two big, muscled men claimed me from both ends like that.
I moaned, fingers brushing over my clit as my other hand cupped my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples. I remembered how they’d pumped me between them, the feeling of their thick, fat cocks pounding me mercilessly until I was drowning in my climax.
My pulse thudded, my breath caught in my throat, and a low moan oozed from my lips as my fingers blurred over my aching clit beneath the suds of the tub. I rubbed fast, feeling my toes curl and my eyes squeeze shut as I imagined the two of them making me theirs all over again.
Except, in the fantasy, it wasn’t enough. In the fantasy, I wanted — no, I needed — more.
I whimpered out loud, my moans bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom as I imagined Oliver stepping in as well. I imagined him peeling his clothes off, revealing that hard-packed body and his equally big cock, before joining his friends in taking my submission.
In the fantasy, they had all of me — every part of me. In the fantasy, no part of me was off limits to their control, until I was screaming for more, feeling all three of them.
I came, sloshing water over the edge of the tub and screaming out my climax as my fingers blurred over my clit. With a final tremor and a small gasp, I felt my muscles let go as I sank into the hot water.
Holy crap.
I finished bathing quickly, stepping from the water and toweling off with the thick, soft towel to the side. I pulled the terrycloth robe hanging on a hook over my shoulders, slipping it on as I padded to the mirror and caught my own eyes there.
What had I done, indeed?
What the fuck had just happened? What was this, Stockholm Syndrome?
I pulled the robe tighter, shivering at the thought before I looked back up and caught my own eyes again.
I blushed.
If that’s Stockholm Syndrome, sign me the hell up.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes at myself as the blush creeped hotter over my face.
I still didn’t know what the hell was happening to me.
But I liked it.
Chapter 13
Oliver
My blood pounded in my veins as I stormed down the hallway, a dark cloud following me. My fists clenched at my sides and my jaw ground as the heat thudded behind my face.
I wasn’t mad that Erik and Ash had tasted her.
Fuck, I wasn’t mad at all.
I was just done. I was done denying myself. I was done telling myself we couldn’t do this.
Because apparently, we could.
They had.
They thought I’d be mad when they’d cornered me in my study and told me, and yes, part of me was pissed I’d missed out.
There was even a twinge of jealousy there, again, just at having missed this first time with this girl that had all three of us so twisted up like this. I’d stormed out of the study, immediately making a beeline to her room.
Not because I was mad — because I needed to have her.
My cock throbbed rock hard in my pants as I stalked towards her room. I swallowed heavily. Fuck I could already taste her. My fingers brushed together, and I swear I could already feel her supple skin as I claimed her.
Because like I said, I was done saying no to myself.
And now? Now I was going to take Mia Thorne, and I was going to make her mine.
Erik and Ash had told me some of the details, which had only made my cock painfully hard. I knew they’d taken her together, knew they’d fucked her like we all knew she needed.
They’d been hard, and dominating, and all of that. But they hadn’t Dommed her. They hadn’t made her submit.
I grinned wickedly to myself.
Yes, that would be mine to take. I’d be first in doing that to her. That sweetness I’d make my own, making her submit to me. Because I didn’t just want to go in there and fuck Mia until she screamed my name.
I wanted her to beg me for it.
I wanted her on her knees, mouth open, asking nicely for my cock.
I wanted her bent over, her hands spreading herself open for me and that sweet, tight little pussy of hers dripping wet and ready for me to own.
And there were other parts of her I wanted to claim as well. I wanted all of her, and I wanted it now.