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  Standing beside her, Briant began massaging her buttocks. His touch was too rough for her to relax.

  “Getting started without me, are you?” Levi asked as he came back into the room.

  “Just getting in a little preliminary work.” Briant made his point by pushing his thumb against her ass opening, making her gasp. “Pretty damn tight there.”

  Even though she couldn’t see Levi, who’d been checking on the stove, she knew he’d joined Briant behind her. Briant’s rough fingers remained hard on her bunghole. Helpless and thrilled, she awaited her fate.

  “I didn’t spend much time examining that particular opening,” Levi said, “but I’m not surprised that it’s tight. Think you can get it to open up?”

  The finger pushed in a little.

  “I won’t know until I try.”

  Briant was talking about shoving something into her ass. Shouldn’t she be horrified, embarrassed? Before today, yes.

  “Go ahead,” Levi said. “I’m watching.”

  Leaving what he’d been doing to her, Briant spread his hands over her buttocks and drew them apart. “Not a bad sight.”

  “Not bad at all.”

  They’d opened her up. Her face flamed at the thought, prompting her to lift her head and fill her lungs. She saw no reason to keep her eyes open and every reason to sink deep into what the storm had brought to her life.

  “How about you take over here.” Briant squeezed her ass cheeks. “That’ll free my hands for, well, I don’t have to spell it out, do I?”

  “Hardly. For the record, she’s a good lay. Came pretty fast, but so did I.”

  That was a compliment, wasn’t it? She should say something, but if she did, she’d become part of the conversation when she only wanted to experience. To be.

  Briant let go of her buttocks. Almost immediately Levi grasped them and squeezed. Surprised by the amount of pressure, she rocked forward. Levi’s hold tightened.

  “Back we go.” He drew her toward him. “Just because I had a damn fine time riding you doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get away with anything. Look at it this way: one down and one to go.”

  Yes! One to go.

  “I’m going to make this easy on me by starting with a little lubrication,” Briant said. He made a sucking sound that told her he was moistening at least one finger. Shaking in anticipation, she swallowed repeatedly.

  Slave again. Collar on, bars on the window. Whip marks on my pale flesh and need melting my veins.

  “We’re going to have to work out a system for the future,” Levi said. “Maybe devise a rotation.”

  “I could choose—” she started.

  “Hey,” Briant snapped. “If we want you to be part of this, we’ll let you know.”

  The person she’d always been insisted Briant had no business ordering her around like that, but she’d left that woman somewhere, silenced her.

  “She was good,” Levi said around more sucking sounds from Briant. “The way I took her—fantastic.”

  “Something you want to do again?”

  “Hell yes.”

  Why hadn’t she thought beyond now? What about after the storm ended? A little uneasy, she bit back her questions because this moment was all about anticipation, waiting.

  But not for long, she acknowledged as Briant’s wet and warm finger covered her bunghole. A long shiver ran through her. “Oh…no.”

  “What’s that?” Briant demanded.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Yeah, right. You think being passive will get you through the back-door action?”

  “I don’t—”

  “Shut up.” He pressed.

  When she’d first closed her eyes, it had been so she could focus on sensation. She still needed that. In addition, she wanted to imagine she was somewhere else, maybe inside her cage.

  Yes, her cage, she decided as the strange pressure increased. She lifted her head, only to lower it in submission. Glorious submission. The cage bars were far enough apart that her masters could reach in and touch her wherever they wanted. Today they’d ordered her to back up with her slit between two bars for easy access. Leather straps around her wrists, ankles, and knees held her in place.

  Her owners had joked while getting her into position, but things turned serious once they were done. A leash running from her collar to a bar in front of her prevented her from looking around.

  Stop it. Back to the present.

  Briant’s finger broke past her rear entrance. Caught off guard, she whimpered.

  “No complaining, slave,” he commanded. “This isn’t going to hurt.”

  “But—”

  “You want this.” Levi’s voice was low and hypnotic. “It’s going to happen.”

  She felt so full back there. Claimed. Thanks to the moisture on Briant’s finger, her flesh wasn’t being abraded, but no matter how much she wanted to embrace her slave role, she couldn’t. Maybe if she gave things more time.

  “Damn tight.” Briant worked his finger deeper into her. She had to set herself to stay in place. “In all my less than vast experience, I don’t believe I’ve ever encountered so much resistance.”

  Levi let go of her buttocks and rested his hands on the base of her spine. He began lightly massaging her. “So tell me about ass plugs,” he said. “They’ll really stretch her?”

  Briant grunted. “So I’ve heard. Okay, a little more.”

  Even with his warning, she jumped when the pressure increased. Levi grumbled in what she took to be disapproval of her behavior but kept on kneading her spine. She started to relax.

  One man’s breathing was more erratic than the other’s. Needing to focus on something beyond the strange feeling in her ass, she listened until she concluded it was Briant. Of course. After all, whose finger was inside her asshole? Who hadn’t yet had sex?

  “Okay,” Levi said, “I’ll ask. How the hell do you do it?”

  “Do what?” Briant asked.

  “Put up with that boner. It looks painful.”

  “It is.”

  There was a dreamy quality to Briant’s voice, as if he was trying to get in touch with himself. She was caught all right, skewered on his finger, trapped and out of control. Naked and being treated as if she were less than human.

  But she didn’t mind. She needed this. Right after climaxing, she’d thought she was done for the day, but she no longer felt that way. Her nerves had reawakened, and she was again a woman. Turned on.

  “Mistake,” Briant said. “Damn mistake on my part.”

  “What is?” Levi asked.

  “This.”

  Briant slowly pulled out of her. Her rear opening burned, prompting her to tighten the muscles there to keep the sensation going.

  “Maybe next time,” Levi said.

  “Maybe. Right now, I’m taking her the old-fashioned way, aren’t I, Narah?”

  “What?” Master.

  “Your pussy’s dripping again,” Briant said.

  “Oh.”

  “Hard for me not to notice. Damn impossible, in fact.”

  She knew what he was getting at. The very thought of what she was going through sent more blood to her pussy.

  “Yes or no.” He cupped her sex. “That’s the only thing I want to hear.”

  Opening her eyes, she stared at the bedroom wall. Electrical currents raced through her. “Yes.”

  Levi reached for the condom, and she imagined him handing it to Briant. Now that she’d committed herself to having sex again, she was both nervous and excited. She tried to slip back into the role of a sex slave, but it no longer fit.

  “Crap. I hurt.” Briant sounded as if he was clenching his teeth.

  “Too much pent-up energy?”

  “Too much pent-up something. Okay, okay.”

  The instant Briant’s cock touched her vaginal opening, her muscles relaxed. Pushing her buttocks at him, she welcomed him into her. He was so damn big, so hot. Fast and hard. Gripping the coverlet, she tried to hold
herself in place.

  “Ride her, cowboy. That’s right, ride her.”

  Pummel her was more like it. No matter how tightly she gripped the coverlet, his harsh thrusts knocked her off balance. She couldn’t concentrate on the feel of him inside her.

  “Careful,” she tried to warn. “I can’t—”

  He grunted. “It’s too damn late for… Damn, I haven’t felt like this since— Oh shit!”

  Since he’d been a teenager, she finished for him. Seeking purchase, she dug her toes into the spread. For a moment, she thought she’d be able to weather the onslaught. Then he slammed into her and sent her falling facedown. He slipped out.

  “Damn,” Levi said as she righted herself. “Hold on, partner. It’s my turn to provide support.”

  Briant was breathing like the proverbial racehorse. When he wrapped an arm around her thigh and held her in place, she imagined he was holding on to his cock with his other hand. After moving in front of her, Levi planted his hands against her shoulder and locked his elbows.

  “Okay, she’s anchored now. Rut away.”

  Sensations swirled around her. The wonderful press of Briant’s cock against her inner walls dominated, but she also noted how Levi’s cock swayed in time with Briant’s thrusts. She rocked back and forth, listened to the harsh grunts behind her, swam in anticipation. Outside, the wind pummeled the lodge walls while inside a man fucked her.

  “Yes!” he cried and arched against her. “Yes!”

  “Do it,” she encouraged. “Come.”

  “I…am. Ah shit, yes!”

  Eager to watch Briant climax, she tried to look back at him, but Levi’s arm was in the way. Levi leaned forward so his face was inches from hers. Lifting her head, she opened her mouth. His tongue slipped in. Her temples pulsed, and she tried to suck Briant even deeper into her vagina. His time, she chanted. This is all about him, only him.

  “Oh God!” Briant bellowed. Climaxing, he reached between her legs and raked her clit.

  She came with him.

  Epilogue

  Cold as it was, anyone with a speck of sense would be inside around the woodstove, but Narah craved fresh air. She needed more than that, she amended as she filled her lungs with ice particles. At least she’d had the good sense to dress warmly and put on a coat before stepping out onto the deck. It was dark. If the outside light hadn’t been on, she wouldn’t have been able to see the drifting flakes beyond the roof overhang.

  Either the storm was ending or it was simply resting before hitting the area again. Whichever it was, she’d soon know. In the meantime, she should be mapping out what she hoped to accomplish tomorrow. Instead, she got back in touch with her body.

  She ached. Everywhere. Mostly where she’d had the greatest workout of her heretofore unremarkable sex life. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the incredible afternoon of fantasy and sex upon sex and hadn’t begun to try to grasp what that meant in terms of her future. She’d never felt this mentally drained.

  Mentally? What about physically? Emotionally.

  “Are you all right?”

  “I think so,” she told Briant as he joined her at the railing. “How about you?”

  He didn’t immediately answer. Then: “I could use some sleep.”

  “That was quite a ride you gave me.”

  “Yeah, it was. For me too.”

  “Yes.”

  She couldn’t think of anything to say after that, so she studied him. The floodlights had been positioned to illuminate the surrounding wilderness. As a result, his features were in shadow, but she could make out his substantial physique.

  “I don’t have any words,” she admitted at length. “No explanation.”

  He extended his hand, and she imagined he was trying to capture snowflakes. “It’s out there, somewhere.”

  The door opened again, and Levi, half buried under a coat, walked over to them. He positioned himself on her side opposite from where Briant stood. Cushioned and cradled by the men, she stopped shivering.

  “I found some canned stew in the kitchen,” Levi said. “It’s in a pan on the woodstove.”

  “Good,” Briant said. “That’ll be dinner.”

  Dinner for three, followed by what? If the storm rose up again, maybe they’d have no control over how the evening played out.

  “We aren’t going to apologize,” Levi told her. “That’s what we decided while you were in the shower.”

  She pulled her hand out of her pocket and touched his cooling cheek. “I don’t want you to.” She turned toward Briant. “Maybe we shouldn’t say anything about what happened.”

  Briant shrugged. “At least not for a while. There’s something else we talked about.”

  Dinner was warming inside, and the evening was becoming cooler by the moment. Just the same, nothing she’d ever done felt more right than standing here with her lovers, her masters. “What?”

  “That we don’t want things to end between the three of us.”

  The wind she’d thought had died sent snow shards into her face, yet she turned toward it. The men pressed against her. “Neither do I.”

  “Even if we don’t know what’s happening?” Briant asked.

  “I don’t care about that.” She placed her hands on the railing. They covered her smaller ones with theirs. “Only this matters. Only the three of us.”

  “Is that all?” Levi said. “You remember what you called us, right?”

  “Masters.” The word slid off her tongue.

  “Is this the only time you’ll say that?” Briant asked.

  “No.” Opening her mouth, she pulled the taste of snow into her. “We’ll go there again.”

  “Where?”

  “The dungeon, the barred house in the wilderness.”

  “And other places.” Levi wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Like a tropical island.”

  “You’ll tan everywhere,” Briant said, “because you’ll never wear clothes there.”

  A gentle sea breeze slid over her heated skin as she waited for her masters to return. They’d taken the boat out earlier today, and there was no other way off the island. Just the same, they’d tethered her via her collar to a palm tree.

  A dot in the ocean grew larger as her masters approached. Eager, she massaged her breasts until her nipples hardened. Her feet packed the sand as she paced back and forth.

  The small boat gently bumped the dock, and Briant jumped out. Levi tossed the tie rope to Briant, followed by fishing poles and a heavy stringer. Side by side they started toward her.

  Weakened by need, she sank to her knees.

  “Welcome home, Masters.”

  Loose Id Titles by Vonna Harper

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  Vonna Harper

  I was born and raised in the boondocks of the boondocks. TV? What was that? It wasn’t unusual for the small mountain logging town to be snowbound in winter but I didn’t care. As long as my sister and I could get outside we were happy. And if we couldn’t, we read. Our mother and grandmother, who helped raise us, were both teachers so the reading bug hit early. Only with me it soon morphed into a driving need to create something from the adventures I was having in my mind. I started by giving The Lone Ranger’s horse Silver fab adventures but eventually I educated myself about the publishing world and have been chasing that brass ring ever since. Under my ‘real’ name, I penned who knows how many romances and Native American historicals. For the last four or so years Vonna Harper has taken over my creativity and I’m having a ball writing erotica.

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