Pleasure Bound

Ty released her waist. Her feet dangled below her, several inches above the floor. Her weight pulled on her wrists, protected by the padded wrist straps. She stared at the two men standing smiling at her. She stretched her toes, trying to reach the floor, but couldn’t. She was totally helpless. Excitement tingled through her.

How sexy is this!

Ty and Zeke each grasped one of her legs and drew them apart. Zeke pressed his cock to her opening then glided inside. She gasped at the feel of his hard flesh pushing inside her. His hand tucked under her butt, easing the weight from her wrists.

After a few strokes, he drew out, then Ty pushed inside, his bigger cock stretching her more. After a few strokes, he drew out, too. Ty tugged the chains across her nipples as Zeke entered her again. The two of them continued sharing in this manner while teasing her nipples with the steel links.

Finally, Ty stopped gliding, but did not pull away. Zeke stepped in close beside him and pressed his cock against Ty’s. She gazed down in fascination as Zeke pushed against her opening, tight against Ty’s shaft. To her amazement, Zeke’s cockhead eased into her … stretching her … then he slid all the way inside. Oh God, she felt incredibly full. The two men began to move in unison, gliding their two cocks forward and back, pushing deep into her, then dragging back along her stretched passage.

She threw her head back and moaned at the intense pleasure. As they pushed forward again, heat washed through her, every nerve ending tingling.

Zeke captured her lips as they drew back and pushed forward again. “Marie, I thought you’d have to choose between us, but…”

“We decided,” Ty said as they both continued to move inside her, “to prove to you that we can work together and make you happy.”

Zeke tucked his hand behind Ty’s head and said, “As well as each other.” He pulled Ty’s lips to his in a kiss.

Marie’s insides quivered, in physical pleasure as well as welling emotions at the sight of her two men kissing with such passion.

Waves of pleasure flooded through her. She was so close.

Zeke drew back, easing the tightness in her vagina. He moved behind her and Ty lifted her legs around his hips as Zeke pressed his cockhead against her back opening. His cock slipped into her ass easily. Now the two men thrust into her … stroke after stroke … driving her pleasure higher.

She gasped and hurtled over the edge, soaring into ecstasy. The cocks continued thrusting … filling her … then both exploded inside her, catapulting her into a complete state of rapture.

She collapsed, dangling freely from the chains. Both men hugged her, then kissed each other over her shoulder.

Ty lifted her and Zeke released her wrists, then Ty settled her gently on the floor. Both men steadied her as her knees threatened to buckle. They guided her from the cell and all three of them collapsed in a heap on the big bed.

“Marie, we want to stay together, the three of us. We believe we can make it work. We don’t want you to choose between us.”

She grinned. “That’s a good thing, because there’s no way I could.” She stroked Ty’s cheek and kissed him, then turned to Zeke and kissed him. “And even though it’s clear that any of the two of us would make a great couple, we’d always know that we were missing so much by denying the third.”

She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Now she had Zeke, and Ty.

She sighed, enjoying the heat of their bodies snuggled up beside her. She stroked her finger along Ty’s chest, then along Zeke’s dragon.

“So, what tattoo should I get?”

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Coming April 2011 from St. Martin’s Griffin

“I can’t believe you’ve gone an entire year without sex. And by choice.”

Sandra grimaced at her friend’s comment. She tightened her fingers around her champagne flute. Many times this past year she’d regretted telling Aimee about her resolution but, in fact, her confession to Aimee had forged a closer friendship between them. A friendship that had helped her through some tough times. Especially the loneliness.

Aimee held up her glass. “Happy anniversary.” She grinned. “A year well behind you.”

Sandra clinked her champagne glass against Aimee’s, then sipped the bubbly wine. Not that a failed marriage was something to celebrate.

She glanced around Maelstrom’s Bar, wondering when Devlin would arrive to join them. He’d called to say he’d be a little late because he’d had to attend an afternoon meeting in Kanata on the outskirts of the city. That meant he had to brave the Ottawa rush hour traffic, driving back downtown to meet them. Once he got here, he’d have some trouble finding parking, too, since the bar was in the Byward Market area.

Sandra pushed her long hair behind her ear as she shifted on the upholstered seat. It was Friday evening and the bar was filling up fast, but she and Aimee had walked here right after work and grabbed one of the cozy curved booths near the window.