Bought By The Zandians (Zandian Brides 2)

“I think she means please.” Gorde laughs. “Look at how she grew even wetter when you said that.” He runs his palms over my back and up to my shoulders. “Arms back, love, yes, like that.” He arranges my hands in the small of my back and holds both of them in one of his. “See how nicely you’re restrained now? Benn can spank you just as much as he likes and you can’t get away.”

My breasts push into his thighs, and the pressure on the crystals makes intense pangs of need vibrate into my nipples, and a matching sensation grows in my clit. “Oh!” I gasp, clenching my hands tighter.

He strokes my fists with his thumb. “Yeah? Feels good?”

“Gorde.” The tenderness of his touch slays me.

“Danica.” I hear the smile in his tone. “Relax and let us take care of you the way you need. I promise you can trust us.”

I relax my fists and he reaches underneath me, and I lift up one side so he can more easily reach my breasts with those magic fingers. The instant he closes his thumb and forefinger over my nipple, I cry out, because at the same time, Benn spanks me, hard, right across both cheeks.

“Mother Earth.” I can only gasp out the words as the two of them work my body in unison, playing my nipples, spanking my ass, until the need is so intense that I cry out their names.

“Benn, Gorde, please!”

“You want us to veck you?” Benn runs his hands, both of them, up my inner thighs, and cups my ass. “Tell us.”

“Yes, please, right now,” I encourage, twisting my hips.

“Who are your masters? Tell us.” Gorde squeezes my nipples harder, a bite of pain that works with Benn’s fingers to make me insane.

“You are! You both. Benn, Gorde, Master Gorde. Master Benn.” I’m nearly incoherent.

“That’s right. We are.” Benn slaps my ass at the base of my thighs. “And look how nice and red she is, Gorde. She’s ready for our cocks.”

“Should we let her choose who goes first?” Benn slides a finger along my slit and drives it into me.

“No, I want both. At the same time.” I gasp as he pushes deeper. “Master Benn. Please?”

His hand stills. “You sure?”

“Yes.” All of us hear the conviction in my voice, I’m sure of it. “I need you both, right now.”

“Your wish is our command, love.” Benn picks me up and holds me in his arms. “Gorde?”

He quirks a brow at his friend, and Gorde smiles. “Got it.” He lies down on the sleepdisk, his cock jutting up, hard and thick. “You’re gonna ride me, Danica, like a good little slave. And once you get so hot you’re ready to come, Benn’s going to slide right into your nice, tight ass, so we can both veck you at once.”

Benn slaps my ass once, then lifts me up. “Spread, love. Get your pretty thighs nice and wide so I can watch his cock slide into your pussy.”

He puts me down next to Gorde, and I crawl over, toss one leg over him and position myself, breasts swinging, breath coming fast. “Like this?” I look over my shoulder to see Benn’s eyes glittering with desire, then turn back to stare into Gorde’s face. His expression, both fierce and tender, melts my heart, and as I slide myself down onto his magnificent cock, tears come to my eyes.

He reaches up to brush my cheek. “No crying, sweet slave,” he murmurs. “This is a moment for pleasure.” He puts both hands onto my hips. “Ride me, Danica. Ride my cock and make your pussy feel good.”

He slaps my ass once and I whimper.

“You sore?” He smiles as I nod. “Good. Next time we’ll spank you harder, too.”

This makes me gush new moisture, and he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Veck, baby. I love that you like it rough. Yeah, like that.”

I move up and down along his perfect cock, enjoying the feeling of power that comes with being on top, the one in charge. I allow his cock to brush my clit once, then again, then move so that I’m using him for my pleasure, not even taking him into me fully, but just rubbing my body along his to maximize the sensation.

“Oh!” My breath comes out in a gasp as Benn grabs my shoulders from behind. His cock is rock hard as he pulls me back into his body, his legs spread across Gorde’s.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs, squeezing my breasts.

I lean back into his hard chest, enjoying his strong arms, the muscles moving as he holds me. His cock presses into the seam of my ass.

“Yes.” I reach behind me to grab his horns and this time there’s no complaint, just his growl of pleasure. His horns harden at my touch and I laugh with delight. “You like that.”