Page 24 of Gilded Dreams

My eyes shudder closed but I know Atlas’ voice by heart.

I try to turn to face him, but Brogan tips my chin to him. “Where’s my kiss? Everyone else has gotten to taste you but me. I feel a little left out.”

“Come here and take what you want then,” I say softly. Neither Brogan nor I close our eyes when he lowers his lips to mine. The taste of my juices mingles with our warring tongues the second his lips crash into mine and I open for him. Tangy and sweet. Naughty.

Brogan groans, his eyes ablaze with banked, barely controlled heat. I’m not the only one affected. The evidence of that stares back at me through molten onyx eyes. I crave to reach out and run my fingers through his hair. Long strands have fallen to hang over his forehead giving him a playful bad-boy vibe.

Ryder or Atlas—I can’t tell who—takes advantage of my distraction and presses the tapered head of the anal plug to my back entrance. Its smooth sides breach the tight ring of muscles and pry me open. My body works to take what it’s being given.

Various levels of heat work over my body. Shyness almost makes me use my safe word, but I force my nerves into submission. I can do this. I want to do this. Anal play might be hard the first time, but these men would never hurt me.

I inhale sharply when the cool metal slips past the tight ring of muscles. It’s filthy and wrong on so many levels, but it feels so good. Forbidden, yet sensual and perfect.

My head falls forward and Brogan is there to hold me close, protect me.

I lay against him as much as I can with my ass pressed back. I turn to look over my shoulder and I see Atlas tugging on the bejeweled end and making my walls clench and release around the silver toy.

And I’m right back on the cusp of my release. “Yes, please. Yes, that...don’t stop. Make me cum,” I plead.

Atlas throws Ryder a dark look and a silent conversation takes place between them. All three men stand in a semi-circle around me. Their beautiful cocks in their hands. Each of them works their hard steel. Atlas twists the plug again and I groan, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Do you like that?” Atlas asks.

I nod. Juices spill to wet my thighs and I try to clench them closed, but the bar holding me open at the ankles prevents me from moving at all.

My head falls onto his shoulder and my body quivers from my smallest toe all the way to my pinky.

“Oh my God,” I moan huskily.

“After tonight you will spend the next few weeks with us. Only us. Agree and we’ll let you have a taste. Refuse and you’ll hang here all night.”

“What?”

“The fine print on that piece of paper Ms. Charlotte handed you and in our contract is that you agree to spend the next few weeks with us. At a log cabin we have reserved. You and us.”

Through the brain fog hazing my thoughts I shake my head. “That can’t happen. I have work. You probably do too.”

“All of that has been taken care of.”

“Just give them what they want,” I tell myself. And then they’ll give me what I want. Once the cuffs come off, it’s a whole other story.

I readily nod.

“Nah, none of that. We want the words, Kandy. Use that pretty mouth of yours.” Ryder’s voice is husky with the same lust coursing through me.

“Yes...yes.”

“Good, our pretty butterfly.”

Atlas reaches up and unbuckles my cuffs. I fall into him, and he takes my weight before sliding me to the floor. A couple of flicks and I am free of the spreader bar, too.

The pressure of the plug in my ass borders on pain but there’s pleasure, too. A radical mix of both that has me whimpering into Atlas’ shoulder. Every shift of my hips makes the walls of my ass and my pussy clench.

“Hands and knees,” Atlas orders. “I need that delectable bottom in the air.”

By this point I know myself well enough to know I’ll follow orders. I want the pleasure they are withholding from me.

Atlas gives me a slow grin when I comply. Brogan and Ryder are in front of me. Their glorious bodies are there for me to kiss, lick, and seek all the pleasure I can handle.

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