Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

“What’s your safe word, princess?” he asked. I glanced at him, then at King who was stripping off his pants. I’d seen his cock, but once the jeans dropped to the floor, he was completely naked. Now that I couldn’t touch him.

Automatically, I gave Wilder my free hand, knowing he was going to restrain my other arm as well. As he did so, I said, “Red.”

“Good girl. I assume you’ve never been tied up before. Do you need to say it now?” he asked, his gaze raking over every bare, bound inch of me as he undid his jeans and worked them over his hips.

“No.” I shifted my hips, squirmed a bit, realized I wasn’t going anywhere. I was completely and totally at their mercy. And that was so hot. “You’re going to restrain me for my first time? This is how you’ll take my virginity?”

Both of them stilled, King gripping the base of his cock, Wilder pausing as he worked his jeans off.

“If you wanted simple, sweet missionary, you’d have popped that cherry on prom night,” King said. He tipped up his chin. “Spread those legs, princess. Let’s see that pussy. If it’s not drenched in your sweet honey from being at our mercy, we’ll untie you and fuck you nice and gentle.”

Wilder started to pull his jeans back up.

“No!” I cried, trying to reach my hands out to him, but all I did was flail on the bed. Yeah, so not attractive.

His hands stilled, jeans resting low on his lean hips, his cock pointed straight at me. He was just as big as King, but thicker. The crown was different, not as broad, but with that girth, I didn’t think it would matter. I squirmed on the bed again, this time for a different reason. My pussy ached to be filled by that massive thing. King’s, too. And I didn’t want nice and gentle.

King was right. I wanted it like this. I wanted to submit, to know they were going to do what they wanted, where I could do nothing but clear my head of all the cluttered thoughts and just feel. Just fuck.

“No?” Wilder asked. “No, you won’t spread your legs for us? No, you don’t want to be tied up? No isn’t red, princess.”

I licked my lips. While we’d played, done stuff, heck, made out or whatever it was called— although having two guys go down on you and do some serious ass play including a big butt plug probably wasn’t in the dictionary as making out—this was different. They were taking my virginity. There was no going back from that. But I felt the heft of their rings on my finger. There was no going back from wedding vows either. While I was the one tied up, I was the one with the power here. If I said my safe word, they’d untie me. I was safe with them with my emotions, perhaps some I didn’t even know about yet, safe with my body, safe with my submission.

“No, please don’t stop taking your jeans off,” I said, my voice remarkably calm since I was so worked up. Wilder grinned and pushed them back down as I continued. “No, I don’t want you to untie me or fuck me nice and gentle.”

It was King’s turn to grin and he began to slide his fist up and down his length, catching the fluid that seeped from the tip.

“You’re right, King.” Boldly, I planted my feet on the bed which bent my knees, and I slid them wide, then wider still. “I don’t want simple, sweet missionary.”

They stood on either side of the bed and Wilder reached out, cupped my knee and pulled it toward him. King did the same and they opened me up. Lewdly, especially in the bright light of day. This wasn’t fumbling under the covers in the dark.

Both men were looking at my pussy, seeing the trimmed hair, the neat landing strip. I knew my folds had spread being opened so wide and they could see everything. I couldn’t hide from them. They wanted it all from me and they were forcing me to give it to them.

“Dripping.” Wilder commented, his cock bobbing as if eager to get to me. In me.

“But not ready for our cocks,” King added.

“What? I’m ready. Beyond ready.” My hair was a tangle behind my head, my arms spread wide and taut. My nipples were hard and aimed at the ceiling. Every inch of me was open. I ached for them. “Please.”

“Ah, she begs so beautifully,” Wilder commented to King as if I weren’t there. “But she’s thinking too much.”

“Exactly, which means she’s definitely not ready.”

Both shifted their gazes to me. “Who’s in charge, princess?” Wilder asked.

“You and King.” I heard the pout in my voice and I wanted to stomp my feet, but they had me completely immobile.

“That’s right, which means it’s sounding an awful lot like you’re topping from the bottom.”

I sighed. I was. But it was so hard! And so were their cocks and I wanted them in me. Now!

Wilder kept a hold of my knee but crawled onto the bed, laid down and settled between my thighs. His hands went to cup my bottom and he glanced up at me with dark eyes. I watched as he lowered his head, flattened his tongue and licked me.

I startled at the heat from the motion, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take the next lick and the next. My gaze held Wilder’s, but finally fell closed, too overwhelmed with what he was doing. My eyes popped open when I felt a finger circle my entrance, then dipped inside.

“Yes!” I cried. Finally!

I heard the squelch of wetness, felt the stretch of just his finger as it worked its way into me. Slowly, in and out, mimicking what I knew their cocks were going to do soon.