Sophie Oak: Three to Ride

He smiled, because that was not the plea of a submissive woman. It was a woman demanding her pleasure, and he was a man who would give it to her. Rye liked to play games, but he wanted Rachel just the way she was. He wanted her fighting Max and telling him what to do and where to stick it when she got pissed. He needed her passion and strength. As he gave her what she wanted, Rye knew he would love her forever.

He pulled his hands back up to grip her thighs. He pounded her pussy, pulling and pushing her whichever way he wanted. She was his. The friction and the heat of her cunt were pushing him over the edge far too soon. Rye felt a little shiver at the base of his spine, and his balls drew up painfully. He groaned because there was no way he could hold off any longer. She was too tight and too wet. Her pussy sucked at his cock, milking him. Rye reached around and his hand slid through her juice. He found that little button that was sure to set Rachel off. He firmly pressed his finger against her clit as he ground his cock into her one last time. Rachel shuddered, and he felt her come. She said his name over and over. She spasmed around him, her little muscles clenching at him. He practically saw stars as he poured himself into her.

He was shaking as he slumped forward onto Rachel’s back. She fell into Max’s lap. Max immediately began stroking her hair. His brother told their woman how beautiful she was and how happy they were to have her. He was glad Max had the words to express how they felt because they failed Rye. Rye lay against her, breathing in her scent and listening to the sound of her thundering heart.

Rachel held on to Max as he carried her through the cabin, back toward the bedroom. Rachel knew what was waiting for her there. There was a king-sized bed with one-thousand-thread-count sheets and just about every sex toy known to man. She squirmed a little in Max’s arm trying to adjust to the toy Rye had shoved up her ass not ten minutes before. Every time she moved, the little plug sent mini-shocks through her entire lower body. When Lana had shown her the room earlier in the day, she’d wondered if Stefan Talbot had his own manufacturing company that specialized in the truly filthy. There were dildos, butt plugs, feathers, various things that vibrated, lubricants in assorted flavors, and the list went on and on. She didn’t even know what some of the things did. There was an odd bench that seemed too low to really aid in reaching high places. It almost looked like a mini picnic table. Rachel stared at it for a moment.

“What are the little hook things for, Max?” Rachel asked curiously. Her arms were draped around his broad shoulders, and she sounded slightly sleepy even to her own ears. She was strangely fascinated by the decadent space Stefan called his “playroom.” Rachel noted that Rye had one of the closet doors open and was looking for something. None of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. Rye’s muscled backside was completely bare, and that was how she liked it.

“That’s for the handcuffs or rope or whatever your master chooses to tie you down with,” Max replied with a salacious grin on his handsome face. He looked awfully naughty to Rachel.

“What?” Rachel looked at the little stool again. “Why would you want to handcuff me to a stool?”

“It’s called a whipping chair, and it’s all the better to spank you with, my dear.” There was a distinctly wolfish leer on Rye’s face. He held a leather riding crop in his hand. He tapped it against his palm as though testing it.

Rachel narrowed her eyes and gave him her stare. It was the one that let the Harper twins know that they could probably get her to do something, but they would pay for it later.

Rachel was satisfied when Rye took one look at her, gulped, and put the crop back in its storage place. “No crop for you, then. You would probably use it on me later.”

“You smack my ass with that or that paddle thing with the holes, and, yes, there will likely be retribution,” Rachel replied as Max set her on the bed. He tossed her down and followed quickly, rolling with her. His hands were everywhere, playing with her boobs, caressing her backside, and tickling the backs of her knees.

Rye closed the door, and turned back to them. He had something in his hands, but it looked like jewelry rather than a crop or a paddle. His lips were in a half smile as he stared down at them. Rachel gasped as Max caught a nipple between his teeth and bit down gently.

“What happened to my little submissive?” Rye asked wistfully.

Rachel frowned. She wasn’t very good at this. “I’m sorry, Rye. You’re right.” She managed to get up despite Max’s protests. She turned. She got onto her hands and knees, presenting her bottom to Rye. If he wanted to explore a little light spanking, then she could try. “If you want me to get onto the bench thingie, I will.”

Rye laughed, and his big hands caressed her ass lovingly. He pressed in on the plug, making her moan and writhe. Max repositioned himself, and his hands found her breasts. He plucked at the nipples while his mouth lightly nipped the back of her neck. Rachel sighed at the sensation. Her pussy was heating up again. She couldn’t believe how hot these men could get her.

“Show me your breasts, Rachel.” Rye’s deep voice stroked across her skin.

She came up on her knees and turned to Rye.

Max gave her a hot wink as she glanced at him. “Show him those tits, baby. They are so pretty.”

She let her hands cup her breasts offering them up for Rye’s delectation. She was rewarded with a slow curving of his lips.

“Max got those nipples hard, didn’t he? You can get them harder though, can’t you, brother?”

Suddenly Max’s hands came around her back. She could feel his erection pressing into her backside. His fingers pushed hers aside and took their place at her breasts. His big hands cupped her breasts, massaging and stroking them. She let her head fall back against Max’s chest. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“They’re tight, Rye. Put those jewels on our little doll now.” Max’s deep rumble brought her back to attention. She looked up, and Rye was reaching for her.

“She is our little doll. I think I’ll dress her up.” Rye had what looked like long, jeweled earrings in his hands.

“What is it?” Rachel asked.

“Max, spank that ass.” Before Rye could get the words out, Max’s hand came down sharply on her ass, and she yelped at the little sting. The slap moved the plug, making every nerve in her backside come to life. The stinging pain on her skin was quickly replaced with a light heat that she felt in her womb.

“I think we’ll just use our hands, baby.” Rye chuckled. His voice was low and sexy. “I don’t think we need to bring a crop or a whip into it. There are too many places for you to actually get your hands on a riding crop. I don’t think I’d like where you would shove it. Now, I didn’t tell you it was time to talk, but I’ll answer your question anyway. This, baby, is a nipple clamp, and it is going to look so pretty on those tits of yours.”

He opened the clamp and fitted it to her nipple. The clamp bit into her sensitive flesh. Like the plug in her ass, it was on just the right side of pain. She hissed as he clamped her other nipple and sat back.

“Very pretty. Those will jiggle nicely when we fuck you hard. Now, hands and knees, Rachel.” Rye’s cock was jutting out from the V of his thighs. Rachel wanted it in her mouth, but she went to her knees in front of him.

“She’s very obedient,” Max said. His hand traced the line of her spine. They took up places of either side of her body.

“Now she is, but she has a lot to make up for.” Rye’s hand came down on her ass.