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  This time he laid the first stroke across her ass, and Coulton followed him. When her ass was bright pink they stopped. Coulton said, “Then you invaded my privacy, looking through my closets, using my desk, poking your nose in all my possessions.”

  They punished her more firmly now. Her skin was already pink and she was well warmed up for more intense strokes. They were careful to avoid her kidneys, spine and hips, but the rest of her back was soon a deep red from the punishment. It was enough. They both stopped. Coulton leaned forward and dug his fingers into her cunt. She was dripping with moisture. He offered his fingers to Ryker and both men sniffed then tasted her.

  “She’s ready for us to move onto the next scene,” said Ryker.

  Coulton watched her carefully. In this position her face was hidden, but her body was open and welcoming. She was showing no signs of wanting to stop. Nevertheless he needed to check.

  “Color?”

  “Green.”

  As he thought. She loved the punishment. Well, there’d be no climax for her for a long time yet, but they would definitely arouse her higher still.

  Ryker went and got the tube of lube and the butt plug then together they prepared her ass. While Coulton began to insert the butt plug in her ass, Ryker left and washed his hands, then he crawled under the spanking bench and tugged on her nipple chain. He also pulled her hair, directing her head and breasts as he wanted them, while Coulton gradually inserted the butt plug. Her cunt was incredibly wet. He could smell her arousal easily now, and she was wiggling madly this way and that, trying to force one of the men to touch her.

  No and no. They intended to have her desperate for their touch before they permitted her any more orgasms tonight. Coulton wanted her to beg them for release.

  Coulton had an idea and pointed to the wall miming an action. Ryker grinned broadly and nodded. Together they undid her handcuffs and manacles then half dragged her to the wall, pushing her back hard against it, letting her head bump into the wall, and shoving her legs wide apart. Coulton tried to give the appearance of acting very roughly, but without actually hurting her, wanting her to feel a bite of tension and fear though.

  “Would you like to be fucked now? Here, against the wall?” asked Ryker.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Coulton pulled on her nipple chain, again, roughly enough to give her a bite of pain, but not hard enough to really hurt her. “Would you like both of us to take you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Even though you’ve been a very bad sub?” added Ryker.

  Once again she repeated, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Shall we?” asked Ryker.

  “I don’t think so. She ruined an expensive blanket. She doesn’t deserve to come. I think we’ll just leave her here alone all night.”

  “I’m sorry about the blanket, but you shouldn’t have taken my clothes and hidden yours.”

  “We didn’t say you could speak. We’ll have to punish you for being so rude,” said Coulton. As soon as he spoke he saw the tiny smile she was trying so hard to hide.

  She was begging as he’d hoped. But doing it in her own way. The little witch! She was indeed strong enough to take on two Doms and keep them running after her. It was his turn for her ass and he didn’t think he could wait much longer.

  Coulton looked over at Ryker and the man was grinning. Okay, they were beaten by a sub. Time to get on with the fucking.

  This time it was Ryker who picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. Coulton swatted her ass as they passed by. It was bright pink and hot. At least they’d gotten that right.

  Ryker laid her on the bed and pushed into her cunt. When he was fully seated in her, he rolled them over so she was on top of him. He had an arm tight around her waist holding her against him and not letting her move. Apparently Kenzie was once again using her body to try to make them move faster. He remembered from the night before the way she had constantly pushed her breasts into his mouth.

  Coulton kneeled on the bed behind them and removed the butt plug, making sure he teased her with it before taking it out. He wanted her incredibly aroused and unaware of the power she held over him and Ryker.

  She whimpered and snuffled a little, before pushing her ass back at him but he stayed strong and continued to tease her. Finally she said, “Please,” in the softest of voices, barely above a whisper.

  About fucking time! By the time he rammed his aching dick into her ass he was the one almost dying from delayed gratification. He’d waited as long as he could, teased her ring of muscles, tickled her inner thighs, and he knew she was more than ready as her cream was thick on her delicate skin. His own dick was beyond hard and killing him with the need to get it inside her. And finally, at last, they’d broken her barriers down enough to make her beg.

  It took every ounce of control he could drag together not to come as soon as he was fully balls-deep inside her. But he managed to be a man and wait.

  Her back and ass were hot against his skin, but she didn’t show any signs of discomfort. She was trying hard to force them both to move, though. Ryker had her gripped tight to stop her wiggling, but neither of them could stop the way she used her inner pussy muscles on them both. She was devastatingly effective. It took everything he had not to let loose and shoot his load into her.

  But at last they were pounding into her cunt and ass in unison and she was moving with them, trying to force them to go faster, harder, deeper. Shit, if he went any deeper he’d never come out again.

  Then she gave a shrill, high pitched wail, and exploded, her entire body shaking like a tree in a storm, her ass gripping his dick so hard he was surprised it didn’t snap in half. Finally he could relax and let go. His seed poured from him, filling her ass, as she shook and quivered all around him, even her legs and arms throbbing in her release.

  As soon as he could draw breath he looked at Ryker over her head. Ryker was ready and waiting. “Promise you’ll stay with us for three months. Promise us, sub,” they said together.

  “I–”

  “Give us your word,” demanded Coulton, almost desperate for her agreement.

  “Three months,” ordered Ryker.

  “All right. I’ll stay with you for three months. But I want my clothes.”

  Thank all the Gods! She’d agreed! But completely forgetting about the corset and teddy he’d bought for her, what he said was, “You won’t need clothes. We’ll be too busy fucking you.”

  “No clothes, no deal.”

  “You can have your clothes outside the house, but inside you stay naked,” said Ryker. It was a fair compromise. After all, Coulton didn’t really want everyone else looking at his sub’s body.

  “Okay.”

  Coulton nuzzled his face into her neck. She’d agreed. It’d taken a hell of a lot of work, but they’d gotten her to agree. Now all they had to do was make her extend that three months to forever. Somehow he knew that wouldn’t be easy either. But he was confident he and Ryker together could do it. One woman, two men. How hard could it be?

  Chapter Five

  Kenzie found herself really looking forward to the time she spent with Ryker and Coulton. Sometimes they would eat in the dining room at New Thimphu, spending time with the community as well as each other. Other times they’d meet at Coulton’s home and one of them would cook or bring food over from the dining room. Either way, they may or may not end up in the dungeon together, or in bed together.

  She’d even dressed in the crotchless black lace teddy and black corset Coulton had bought her a few times. That had always incited both men to excellent sex.

  But more and more often, if they didn’t fuck, Kenzie felt disappointed. She loved just being together, talking and getting to know the men better, but she also craved the punishments, the whipping, the inventive scenarios they planned for her, and most of all the sex that sent her into the best orgasms of her life. Multiple orgasms every time.

  Since they were both Doms, Kenzie was almost certain the constant change
s of where they met, what they did, and whether or not they had sex, were all designed to keep her on edge, wanting them. Well, it was working. She wanted them to take her and drive her into a passionate frenzy tonight. She’d almost convinced herself that if they didn’t, she’d initiate the action. Almost, but not quite. After all, she was the one who hadn’t agreed to anything formal or permanent. And there was a reason for that. Two reasons actually. Both of them deliciously, devastatingly male Doms.

  So when Coulton said, “I’ll be cooking my famous macaroni and cheese tonight. Want to come toss the salad for me?” she’d nodded immediately.

  “Why is your mac and cheese famous?”

  “Give me five minutes and I’ll think of a reason. Mostly because it’s one of the few things I can guarantee will be safe to eat, other than a stir-fry, I think.”

  Kenzie laughed. “Uh-huh.” But she didn’t care. She wasn’t going there for the food and she could always fill up on the salad anyway. What she wanted would come after the meal and would hopefully send her flying into happiness again. She was becoming fatally addicted to these two men and the sexual delights she experienced with them.

  That night, while they were eating, Coulton said, “I thought we might play a game together.”

  Kenzie’s panties dampened in hope. “Monopoly? Dungeons and Dragons?”

  “Not quite. I was thinking of you naked and blindfolded for a start.”

  Kenzie hid a grin. Their vow to have her always naked in the cottage hadn’t lasted very long. She’d deliberately used her body to keep them so aroused nothing had gotten done at all. But right now she needed them so much. “Only if both of you end up naked as well.”

  “I think that can be arranged,” said Ryker, his voice bubbling with laughter.

  Coulton came around the table and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s start by getting you ready.” Immediately four hands were tugging at her clothing and she hardly had time to blink before she was indeed naked, her skirt lying on the floor, her shirt on top of it.

  They led her into the middle of the room and a blindfold was tied over her eyes. “Hands behind your back. Legs spread,” ordered Coulton.

  Kenzie hid a smile and did as she was told. Good. At last we’re going to play the kind of game I like best.

  “One or the other of us will touch you. You have to say which one of us it is,” said Ryker.

  Oh, the possibilities. Did she answer correctly and prove to them she understood them and could easily tell which was which? Or did she deliberately answer incorrectly and hope they punished her in the way she loved best. Oh fuck. What a difficult decision!

  Her brain worked at warp speed as she tried to decide which one to choose. Accuracy or the potential for a delicious punishment? Finally she chose to leave it in the lap of the gods. I’ll give what I think is the right answer and see what happens.

  Kenzie closed her eyes under the blindfold and concentrated all her remaining senses on the men. When one sense is removed the others are sharpened to make up for the missing one. She wanted her hearing, her sense of smell, and her skin to be hypersensitive to the men’s actions. Even though Kenzie was sure she’d be able to tell which of them was which, she also knew they might attempt to confuse her. Coulton tended to be more forceful, more dominating in his touches. Ryker showed more of his artistic side, touching and teasing in arousing ways she may not necessarily expect. Kenzie knew some people thought the fact that he worked in construction meant he was just a laborer. But Kenzie had watched him turn a piece of bare brown wood into some useful tool or fixture with just a few nails and strokes of a hammer.

  Ryker was an artist to his core, and it was demonstrated in the way he touched her. His fingers were always gentle, exploratory, teasing and drawing a response from her. Whereas Coulton ordered her body to give him what he wanted. Unless, of course, they were whipping her Florentine style. Somehow then they matched their strokes perfectly, giving her identical lashes in perfect synchronicity. So maybe that’s what they’d be doing now. Matching their touches to try to confuse her.

  Kenzie was ready, her body hyperalert, and every sense on edge to experience whatever the men planned. As she waited, she knew they were doing this deliberately, trying to catch her off guard. But she was ready, waiting, waiting. Determined not to miss a moment of this game. She was still half inclined to give a purposely wrong answer, but decided again to go with her original thought and answer truthfully and see what result that brought her.

  Ha! There it was, an almost imperceptible touch on her back close to her spine. The fingertips were barely on her skin, hovering only just where she could feel them. It was Ryker though, she knew it. “Ryker,” she said.

  The men moved away from her and then regrouped standing together in front of her. She waited again, wondering what they’d try this time.

  Finally someone tweaked her nipple. “Ryker,” she said again. She knew she was meant to think it was Coulton this time because it was a more definite action, but the fingers were Ryker’s, she knew it.

  Now the action intensified, one man touching her, then the other, then Coulton four times in a row. But she was certain each time, although sometimes they tried to confuse her.

  Next they bought out some toys. First they used a cane. That was a true challenge. Neither of them regularly caned her so she wasn’t as used to their style in this as with, say the paddle. Her gut feeling said it was Coulton, though, just being less firm than he often was. “Coulton,” she said.

  This time there was a faint grunt when she answered. The two men pulled her into their arms and removed the blindfold.

  “You were correct every time, even though we tried to mislead you some of the time. If you know us so well that you can always tell which of us is which, that proves you understand us completely. Why then have you not agreed to marry us? Marry us, Kenzie. Agree now.”

  “Why are you asking me long before the three-month trial I agreed to has concluded?”

  “Why do you always answer a question with a question?” asked Ryker.

  “Why not?”

  Ryker gave a crack of laughter, but Coulton exploded. “Dammit, woman, answer the fucking question!”

  Kenzie grinned but answered anyway. “The situation hasn’t changed. You are still two. Two men, two Doms. I am still one. One woman and a sub. Seriously, while I love what we do, and what we have right now, I can’t see it being fulfilling for you two in the long term. Sooner or later, you will want more. A woman who has more power, more stamina, and can keep up with you better than I do.”

  “Keep up with us? Kenzie, what the fuck are you talking about? Neither of us can keep up with your amazingly twisted mind. You’re so fucking far ahead of us it’s not funny. I chain you in my cottage and you find my secure hidden desk. I leave you naked and helpless and you make yourself clothing. I ask you a question and you give me a frustrating non-answer,” said Coulton.

  “I truly don’t mean to frustrate you. I want you to be free to find someone else when what we have starts to bore you.”

  “That’s not going to happen. Boredom is the farthest thing from my mind. All day long my dick wants to be inside you, and my mind is endlessly thinking of things we could be doing together,” said Ryker.

  Coulton gripped her shoulders and gave her a shake. “Kenzie, how can we convince you? We’ve told you over and over again we love you and won’t leave you. Do you need us to whip you until you bleed? What will it take to demonstrate to you that in you we both have all we need?”

  Kenzie wanted so much to agree. To just say yes and sink into their loving arms and let them fuck her senseless. But she couldn’t do that to them. They were good men and deserved far more than an ordinary, weak woman, someone not even born into the community and its traditions, such as herself, could ever offer them. She had to remain resolute for all their sakes.

  “We will finish out these three months. That will give us a proper basis on which to make our decision,” she answered.<
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  “I can see we’ll just have to fuck you senseless so you agree with us,” replied Ryker.

  Unfortunately, that was all too likely to happen. Especially if they bit her breasts as she climaxed. That always gave her the extra bit of pain to send her really wild.

  “Four orgasms should do it. Why don’t you take her against the wall while I get her ass ready?” suggested Coulton.

  Four orgasms? Oh yeah, that would likely kill her with joy.

  Ryker pushed her up against the nearest wall, one big hand splayed over her chest under her breasts, while his other hand unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then he leaned his body against her, pressing her hard against the wall, and began kissing her face while one foot was kicking clear of his pants.

  Kenzie felt the urge to giggle at the picture of him trying vainly to get his foot, still wearing a shoe, out of his pants leg without using his hands, while he was licking across her cheek bones and nibbling along her jaw line.

  His cock powered into her cunt, slamming her head and butt against the wall, just as his fingers pinched a nipple. Kenzie opened her mouth to groan and found it full of his tongue, so instead she sucked on Ryker’s tongue and thrust her hips against his pelvis. When they broke apart from the kiss she whispered, “Move, dammit.”

  “Like this?” His body drove into hers, until she was plastered against the wall from head to hips, unable to move forward at all, his hips rocking into hers in a fast and furious pace that couldn’t last.

  She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and replied, “It’s a start, I suppose.”

  Ryker locked his legs around hers, turning her so that now he was against the wall and Coulton could move behind her to work on her ass. That’s right. That what Coulton said he wanted to do. But Kenzie was beyond thinking.

  Ryker’s hands were on her hips moving her body against his while his mouth continued to make love to her nose, eyebrows, eyelids, cheekbones and jaw line, except when he was thrusting his tongue in her mouth, mimicking his cock in her cunt, raising her desire for him ever higher.