Into the Lair

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Katie came awake as her legs were spread and one long finger rimmed her anus. Her eyes widened as she processed that she was flat on her belly, her ass splayed open to seeking fingers.

Cool gel contrasted with the spark of heat and edge of pain when another finger pushed bluntly at the tight ring.

“Don’t tense,” Braden murmured next to her ear.

She turned her head to see him lying beside her, which meant Ian’s fingers were the ones inside her.

“Relax, let him in.”

“How is your stomach?” Ian asked from behind her.

“What stomach?” she asked as she tried to squeeze breath into her lungs.

Braden chuckled. And then his hand smoothed over her back, warm and sensual.

“We’re going to fuck your ass, Katie. Did Paulo ever do that?”

Slowly she nodded.

“And did you enjoy it?”

She nodded again.

“We won’t be gentle,” he said silkily. “It’ll probably hurt.”

Her shoulders shook as a spasm overtook her. She had to close her eyes and breathe deep through her nose.

Ian pressed a third finger, stretching her until her ass twitched in pain.

“And you’ll lay here helpless while we fuck your ass,” Braden continued. “First Ian. Then me.”

She whimpered as Ian worked his fingers back and forth.

“How much hurt can you take, Katie? How rough do you want it?” Ian growled.

“Hard,” she whispered. “I want it hard.”

Both men sucked in their breath.

Braden yanked her arms above her head and quickly tied them to the headboard. She jerked her head up in surprise, blinking when she saw her wrists bound. She couldn’t be in a more helpless position. On her belly, unable to move.

Braden left her side and disappeared from her vision. Hands gripped her ankles and spread her wider. Oh God.

The heat of a body, male flesh, covered her back. A huge cock, blunt and pressing, striving to gain entry into her body. There was no easing, no gentle wooing. He thrust forward, opening her wide.

She screamed hoarsely, her head rearing back as her entire ass caught fire. Pain. Wonderful, excruciating pleasure. Oh God, it hurt. She’d never felt anything more exquisite.

She panted and curled her fingers into her palms, tugging at the bindings around her wrist.

Ian didn’t give her any time to recover. He planted his hands on either side of her waist and pulled back before slamming his hips against her ass again.

Her vision blurred. The headboard swam in front of her and she squeezed her eyes shut to try and prolong the sensation, the burn. She grabbed it and held on, not wanting to let go, fearing the sharp edge would subside as her body stretched to accommodate Ian’s size.

He withdrew, easing out as her body clutched greedily at him. She released him with a small sigh. He paused just a moment before ruthlessly opening her again.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” she panted.

He hunched down over her and began riding her, his hips undulating and slapping against her ass over and over. Braden’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her sharply back until her gaze found his.

His eyes glittered with lust as he watched her, as he forced her to watch him. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her, his teeth sinking into her lip. She bit him back, taking him every bit as hard as he took her. Their kiss was no loving meeting of mouths. It was a battle, fierce and ungiving.

“I’m next, Katie,” he breathed against her mouth. “I won’t be as gentle.”

She closed her eyes and moaned. Anticipation flickered like flame to dry wood. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she taunted in a hoarse voice.

He yanked her head back and stared at her with glittering eyes. “You’ll beg for mercy.”

“I don’t beg.”

And the challenge was laid.

He let go of her head, and she slumped forward as Ian slammed into her again. Her orgasm lurked, building, each burst of pain and raw pleasure sending her ever closer. But she wouldn’t go. Not without the right stimulation. And it was killing her. She couldn’t last like this, and they both damn well knew it.

Ian leaned down, his body covering hers, his weight blanketing her. His teeth sank into her shoulder as his body trembled with his release. She writhed, needing her own release, but Braden merely laughed softly as he left her side.

Just as she squirmed in protest of Ian’s weight pressing her wound into the bed, he propped himself up with his hands and eased out of her body.

She moaned and lay there limply, trying to collect herself, to steel herself for Braden’s assault. She was a fool to think she could. He was on her, fast and furious, his hands spreading her as his cock found its target.

No, he wasn’t as gentle as Ian, and Ian hadn’t been a bit easy. Braden ripped into her and never gave her a moment to react. He knew what she needed, maybe even better than she did. He knew she wanted even more than she thought she could take.

His thumbs spread her cheeks impossibly wide and with each thrust, he pulled completely out only to ram inside again. It was torture. She dangled so precariously close to her orgasm, but something held her back. If they would only touch her. Her breasts, her clit, anything.

Back and forth, he opened her, then pulled away. Opened her again. Retreated and held her open before tucking his cock back and sliding inward.

She jerked at her bonds, needing to be free. If only she could touch herself.

And then suddenly her hands fell. Ian had untied her. Braden yanked out of her body and flipped her over. She spread her legs wide, arching upward, seeking what, she wasn’t sure.

“Please,” she whispered, and then she remembered saying she never begged and that she’d done just that minutes ago. Her lips clamped shut, refusing to let another word pass. But they’d heard her.

Ian leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth just as Braden parted her folds and thumbed her clit. She went crazy. Her release billowed up, and she screamed then screamed again.

Braden lifted her, bent her legs back and thrust into her ass again. The final edge of pain sent her spiraling into a black void. Shadows overwhelmed her vision. Freedom from the unbearable pressure that had built as the two men fucked her mercilessly.

As Braden jerked and trembled against her in his release, she floated free. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she reached for sweet oblivion. She felt so good. Wrapped in tendrils of pleasure.

She barely registered Braden pulling free of her body or the two men carefully tending to her. Fingers brushed over her wound, light and seeking. Then lips kissed a line across her stitches.

Ian gathered her in his arms, laying her head against his shoulder. His hands stroked and caressed her body as she snuggled deeper into his embrace.

“That was incredible,” she murmured.

“I take it we didn’t go too far,” Ian said into her hair.

She shook her head. “Perfect. You were perfect.”

His hand smoothed over her tingling ass, and she moaned all over again.

“Where’s Braden?” she said, her voice muffled by Ian’s chest.

Ian kissed the top of her head. “He’s coming. Getting cleaned up.”

“Going to sleep for a while,” she said groggily.

The heat from Ian’s body enveloped her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and dove into the comforting veil of sleep.