Page 115 of Gilded Locks
“Not impossible. You just have to be patient, do as we say, and trust us to take care of everything else.” Stone slowly pumped a finger in and out, finding a rhythm that countered Ash’s easy strokes.
She moaned, her face tightening, as he inserted a second finger.
“A little more oil,” he said, drizzling more over his talented fingers. “We have to get you nice and open. Hunter’s cock’s a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers.”
“I should fucking hope.” Hunter laughed.
She couldn’t think beyond the tension building in her body and the idea that he thought all three of them were going to fit inside of her at once. All of her concentration focused on not screaming.
The pressure eased with the addition of more oil, and by the time Stone had three fingers inside of her, she’d somewhat adjusted to the pressure.
“Now, for the fun part.” He kept his fingers buried inside but stopped thrusting, as did Ash. Shifting closer, the crinkle of the hair on his thighs brushed her skin, sending shivers down her arms. “Hold her.”
Hunter’s grip tightened on her arms, and he whispered, “You’re doing very good, Lisichka.”
Her lips parted on a cry as Stone’s cock slid alongside Ash’s, trying to fit inside of her. “Wait!”
They paused. “If you need to stop, drop the ball.”
Oddly, her fist tightened, making sure the ball was secure in her hand. The slowly started to move again. She gritted her teeth, moaning as her body stretched to accommodate them both.
“Almost there.”
Ash slid out so that Stone could slide in, then he returned, pressing into her from his position on the bottom.
“Ah! Oh, my God!”
As soon as they were in, Hunter’s grip on her loosened. “Beautiful,” he praised, stroking her spine as she gasped and panted.
“How do you feel?”
“Full.”
A low rumble of amusement vibrated from Ash’s chest. “You’re about to be even fuller.”
“And tighter.” Hunter pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Forgive me for this.”
When he moved away, her panic spiked. “Where are you going?”
“I’m right here, Lisichka.”
Ash pulled the blindfold off her eyes, and she blinked, the dim room too bright for her dormant senses.
“Look at me,” Ash commanded, as he lay on his back beneath her, feeling her body’s every twitch.
She gripped the ball tight in her fist as Hunter climbed over her, between her and Stone.
“She’s nice and open for you,” Stone said, leaning back. Every muscle he moved had a resulting effect on her body. They were so connected, locked in as one.
“Beautiful,” Hunter praised, aligning the broad head of his cock where Stone’s fingers had been minutes ago.
Stone thrust into her, slow and constricted by Ash’s buried cock. “Take your time. She’s tight.”
“Eyes on me,” Ash reminded, and she looked at him with all her worry as Hunter seated himself over her.
The first press of his engorged cock made her whimper, in fear more than anything else. He poured oil down her back, massaging it into her body and over his length. “Just think, Lisichka, you will never know possession as all-encompassing as ours.” He pressed forward, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Don’t hide from it, printsessa.” Ash stroked the hair away from her face. “Feel it. Face it, with eyes wide open. You’re not running anymore. Every day, every moment, from this day forward, is a choice. You chose this. You hold all the control.”
