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At least, not outside the bedroom. They could believe all they wanted that I was their submissive little toy when it came to sex. Hell, I’d enjoyed their dominance so far, but they had another thing coming if they thought I’d be a little slave beyond that.
“Then make yourself come.”
So I did. I came with a small cry, shattering around my fingers, the pulse of my orgasm almost painful if it hadn’t been so good. When it finally ebbed, I slumped back in Seamus’s hold, a satisfied grin stretched across my face.
“Look at her, brother.” Kiernan stood from his chair and sauntered over to where Seamus held me in his arms, his fingers idly playing with my erect nipples. My back arched, pushing my breasts further against his hands as he played me like a guitar. “Already wanting more. Seems one orgasm isn’t enough for our girl.”
“Don’t worry, wildcat,” Seamus whispered in my ear, nipping at the lobe. “You want orgasms?”
I nodded my head enthusiastically, no doubt resembling one of those bobbleheads on a dashboard.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, sir.” This time, there was no tension in my words when I uttered that phrase. The past week had taught me that it wasn’t about them trying to degrade or humiliate. It was just their kink. Even now, I could see how those two words affected Kiernan as he lay out before me, waiting.
“Good girl.”
Yep. I could completely understand how words affected them. Because their praise affected me. I crawled up on the mattress, licking my lips at the sight of Kiernan’s erect cock. I gave him a slow, smooth stroke, relishing in the feel of his hard, silky shaft beneath my hand. He groaned at the contact, and a heady sensation filled me at how much I affected this man. Not just with my words, but with my touch.
Hands gripped my waist, shifting me until Kiernan’s cock was directly in front of my face, and my pussy was hovering over his.
“Wait…” A low moan left my lips at the feel of Kiernan’s tongue swiping along my center.Mother Theresa on a biscuit.My pussy clenched, and a hot static surge of electricity shot up my body. He dug his hands into my ass, pulling my dripping cunt closer to his mouth. The pain mixed with the pleasure, sending another spike of desire through me.
“Take him in your mouth, a stóre,” Seamus commanded huskily. “Get him nice and ready.” Without hesitating, I sucked him down like my next breath, refusing to play the coy, naïve woman I’d been before. Kiernan called mehis little whore, and fuck if I wasn’t going to own it.
Because I could. Inside these four walls, there was never any shame for the wanton desire I seemed to possess. They encouraged me to explore and push my boundaries without judging. It might have seemed like they had all the control, but the truth was, I did. I was the one who decided our boundaries and when things needed to stop. And I knew they’d always listen.
I could feel the edge slowly approaching. My pending orgasm hanging on by a thread, and I rolled my hips against Kiernan’s face to try to ease myself over. But the Irish asshat wasn’t having it.
“Not until we say so, Bailey.” Seamus picked me up like a rag doll, holding me to him, his lips meeting mine. The rustling of the bedding told me Kiernan had moved.
“Time for the main event.”
Seamus tossed me down on the bed and cocked his head in the direction of his brother, who was now settled back against the headboard.
“Take him for a ride, baby.”
Smirking, I crawled up the bed toward Kiernan, my breasts swaying beneath me, ass in the air. Straddling him, I braced my hands on his shoulders as he guided his cock to my entrance. The angle was deeper, and I still had trouble taking either one of them this way.
But I wasn’t a quitter.
Bit by bit, I worked him deeper, stimulating my clit as I slipped down his length. Once he was sheathed fully inside me, I took a deep breath and began to move. Using my thighs, I raised myself up the length of his cock before dropping back down, both of us groaning at the sensation of being so full again. I ground down on him, working my clit against his pelvis, my breasts brushing against his bare chest.
Kiernan’s hands were on my hips, helping me to find a rhythm, urging me faster, my pleasure building and building until—
“Fuck you, asshat.”
I’d just been about to fly off the edge. A hot smack on my ass jolted me, my rhythm hitching as white-hot fire seared across my ass. I shrieked and clamped down around Kiernan’s cock.
“She liked that, brother,” Kiernan huffed. “Didn’t you, my dirty whore?”
Oh, that sounded so much dirtier in English.
Another hot lash against my ass had me moaning and clinging to Kiernan’s neck as Seamus laid down a line of fire. I was sobbing, my senses overwhelmed, as I climbed higher and higher. Kiernan muffled my sobs with his mouth, tasting my tears as I rode him faster than a prized stallion at the Kentucky Derby.
And then it stopped.
A weightlessness settled over me as my orgasm took hold, and I dove over the edge. Kiernan’s hand was buried in my hair as he continued to thrust into me from below. His strokes had slowed. They were long and deep, drawing me back to reality slowly. I slumped against his chest, faintly aware of something cold and wet against my ass.
