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“Looks like she’s going to need a little help there,” Sam mused as if he spotted someone on the side of the road with a flat. “Let me see what I can do about that.” Then he pulled some strings, and her corset went tight as a vise so she couldn’t breathe. Kimberly’s eyes rolled, and her head fell back. It made her breasts tighten, and the bolt of electricity that shot straight down to her drenched pussy was timed perfectly with the pad as it rolled right over her clit. Sam eased the ropes, and oxygen and blood flow alike flooded her system as she screamed out an orgasm so fierce nothing on this earth could’ve kept her quiet.
It went on for what seemed like hours. Kimberly shouted herself hoarse by her fifth climax. Dean added spankings with a fat leather padded paddle. Sam helped Dean hit every spot of her exposed ass by adjusting her ropes until she was bent at the waist, her breasts still stretched tight so every time she jolted under the impact, they were treated to another squeeze and pinch.
Kimberly started begging. Dean dropped the paddle and crouched to his knees behind her. He made claws of his fingers and raked them over her tender cheeks, and she came again as fire streaked over her ass and down legs that trembled with the effort of keeping her up. His mouth followed, hotter even than her burning flesh, and as he lapped, bit, and sucked, Kimberly came and came and came.
Those relentless pads, Dean’s hands and mouth, Sam and his puppet mastery with those fucking ropes that tightened and released her without warning. Kimberly was mindless with need. Beyond feeling her feet on the floor or any awareness of the room surrounding them. It was only her and these men and the unbearable ecstasy they were bringing her.
At last, at long last, Kimberly broke. She reached a point where she thought she’d die if they didn’t take her.
“Brat!” she pleaded. “Brat! Please! Please, I need… I need….” But she didn’t get a chance to say what she needed. They knew.
“Christ!” Sam knelt and grabbed her by her sweaty face. The kiss he gave her had fireworks exploding in her dazzled eyes. “I thought you’d never get here.” He released her and dropped the ropes. Dean unsnapped the belt and let the toy drop to the floor between her feet. Kimberly groaned, and she wasn’t sure if it was from relief or regret.
“Tell me about it,” Dean agreed, and his hands started yanking the ropes from her arms. As soon as they were free, she wrapped them around Sam. Her mouth met his with a hunger she’d never known. His wide mouth welcomed hers, and he returned her kiss with as much desperation as she felt.
Both sets of hands were on her body, tugging ropes free and dropping them without thought. Their desperation was as palpable as her own. As soon as she was free, Kimberly hit her knees. Her hands went to both of the iron-hard cocks straining under denim, and she yanked at buttons and zippers with feral need.
They let her. This wasn’t a scene any longer. That had fallen away with her safe word and the ropes. Now it was need. Hers and theirs. And right now, hers took precedence. And she needed them in her. Now.
Freed, Kimberly took Sam between her lips first. Her fingers wrapped tight around Dean’s shaft as she swallowed Sam all the way to the back of her throat. Now it was their turn to moan. Their heads didn’t drop back; they watched. Kimberly sucked deep and hard on Sam’s pulsing cock, the fat head blocking off her breath and threatening to choke her every time she tried to take him all in. He was too big. Her eyes watered, and her nose ran as she fought her gag reflex and wrung groans from him that made her feel drunk with power.
With her fist held close to her lips, she pulled her mouth from Sam, sucking as hard as she could, and felt his legs quake in reward. Her palm smoothed over the head as she pulled free and sealed her lips around Dean.
His cock was thicker, the veins stood out like ribbing on a condom, and she had to work to keep her teeth from scraping him. He groaned deep in his chest, and she felt him swell in her mouth as she took him as deep as she could go.
Kimberly’s hands explored their thick shafts and the tight sacs beneath them while she moved her mouth on them like a woman possessed. It wasn’t enough; she wanted more. She wanted it all. She pulled hard on their cocks until the men got the hint and pressed closer together. She did her best to wrap her hands around both shafts, pressing them tight. Then Kimberly opened wide and tried to fit both bulging heads in her mouth at once. Drool dripped unnoticed down her chin and neck. It trickled over her breasts like rainfall as she laved and lapped and stroked and turned her men into animals.
Dean wrenched away with a shout while Sam clasped her hair in his fist and slid his cock so far down her throat she saw stars. He didn’t pull out until Dean slid into her from behind. Her swollen, sex-starved flesh stretched to accommodate his girth, and Kimberly screamed out another climax as Sam thrust back in.
They pounded into her in tandem then. One in and one out like they were sharing the same mind. Kimberly was lost between them. As she knelt there, their cocks tunneling in and out of her like piledrivers, their hands were everywhere. On her ass, aching breasts, gripping her hips, and squeezing thighs and ribs. She was frantic, mindless with need, and crazed between them. Kimberly peaked again, howling around Sam’s swollen shaft, and the vibrations seemed to trigger his own explosion.
With a roar, Sam’s hands fisted like steel traps in her hair, then he pulled her head back and to the side with one relentless grip and took himself in his other. The first hot jet stream hit her under the chin and melted down her neck as more followed. His legs shook, and his abs turned to rock as pulse after pulse shot from his body and onto hers.
When Dean came, when that exquisite pressure built within her as he swelled, Kimberly cried out as she felt herself falling into oblivion with him. His pounding thrusts, his iron-like grip on her hips as he yanked her back into his every drive forward, shot her back into orbit as reality blasted away in a shower of sparks.
Kimberly’s head bobbed against Sam’s stomach with every labored breath she drew. His sweat-dewed torso was a comfortably unyielding wall to rest against. When Dean’s last shudder left him and she felt his body go lax behind her, Kimberly gave a breathy half laugh when, instead of flopping over her or away, Dean crumpled to the floor with her hips still caught firmly in his grasp. Since she too refused to give up her grip on Sam, they all tumbled to the floor like they just escaped a burning building.
Kimberly kept her arm tight over Sam’s hips with her cheek pillowed on his ribs. Dean was curled around her back like a living heating pad as he ran his hands over her flank in obvious reverence. Sam combed his long fingers along her scalp like she would a kitten, and a wave of emotion too complex and enormous to name washed over her in a rush.
She closed her eyes and rode the swell, luxuriating in this new and exciting feeling. These men, both of them, had shaken everything she thought she knew about herself and what happily ever after would look like for her. Was she deluding herself? Was this just post-coital euphoria or the added danger of the case that made her feel so desperately lost so fast? And to not just one man anymore either, but two.
She felt too amazing for worry to cloud the moment. The things Kimberly felt were mostly still physical, and every lingering, scrumptious aftershock hummed through her system with a renewed rush of pleasure.
Too soon, the men wanted to move. Kimberly wasn’t having it.
“Not yet.” Her arms tightened around Sam, and she tangled her legs with Dean’s. “Please, not yet.” Then she turned her face a fraction and pressed her lips to Sam’s warm stomach. The muscles went rock-hard, and his hands held her to him in a desperately tender embrace. Dean slid full length behind her, tightened their joined legs, and hugged her from behind as fiercely as Sam was from the front.
“God, Kimberly,” Sam said into the top of her head. “I have no words, sweetheart. I’m in awe.” She flushed in pleasure as he kissed her head again. Dean gave her a big full-body squeeze, then rained tender kisses over her shoulders and down her back. She had never felt more cherished.
“Pretty good first lesson,” she quipped and grinned when both men groaned.
“And it appears it is the first of many,” Sam said with warm amusement, “if you’re already back to being a smartass.” Then he kissed her on the head one more time, and they wouldn’t listen to any more of her pleas. Kimberly was gently but firmly lifted to her feet. When she wobbled, they each draped an arm over their shoulders and helped her from the room like the invalid she suddenly was.
The sadists chuckled all the way to the hot tub.
CHAPTERELEVEN
When they walkedinto the club the next weekend, Kimberly was collared and chained to Dean. The two times she entered the club before had felt like daring adventures. She’d seen herself as an intrepid and invincible sleuth.
