Page 36 of Their Valentine Bride

“Sit on my brother’s face,” Roman instructed. And if that wasn’t a shocking enough command, he strolled over to the end of the bench then bent to his haunches.

She hesitated, blood-red with shame that she had gotten so unbelievably wet at his command.

“Now, kitten,” he demanded. She obeyed instantly even though her attempt to climb over Leonid and position herself over his face looked awfully clumsy. No one offered to help her and turning redder and redder she finally placed herself over Leonid’s face. The ignominy that her pussy was dripping, destroyed her even though she balanced herself on her knees so she wasn’t sitting flat on his face.

“Good girl,” Roman said. “Stay that way.”

It wasn’t a great position. She was straining her whole body just trying not to smother Leonid.

“If you fall, it’s an extra ten strikes,” Roman added as he rose and moved in behind her.

“What?” she asked, confused, trying to follow him as he moved away.

Ansley daren’t breathe when she felt a thick drizzle of lubricant in her asshole. While Damien spread her cheeks, opening her pussy, even more, Roman then proceeded to insert a butt plug into her. One so big she slammed herself down on Leonid’s face and he immediately started sucking on her.

She couldn’t take it. Roman kept playing with the butt plug in her ass, creating a tidal wave of stinging hot sensations as he stretched her asshole. Leonid sucked her as he did before, leaving her mad with want and need. She couldn’t stop herself and came immediately. But that only triggered the next event.

With the butt plug still lodged inside her, Damien exercised that flogger he had chosen on her ass. She cried out and whimpered in astonished shock. Leonid continued to suck her, to bite her, adding savagery to her responses that fueled her embarrassment.

He flogged her again and again and each time the intensity increased. She became a desperate sobbing mess. She didn’t know what to do, what to concentrate on more. Withstand Damien’s flogging or give in and collapse all over Leonid’s face. She was failing at doing both very well and tried instead to concentrate on how many stripes across her ass she would be left with by the time Damien was done with her.

She got to five before she gave up on that too.

Her pussy grew hotter and wetter, and she thought she would die a thousand deaths if she dripped her essence onto Leonid’s face because why was she, a real chicken when it came to pain, becoming so incredibly aroused by it.

The sting of it all spread throughout her body and every part of her ached now.

“When we said we would treat you like our queen, did you think double-crossing you was what we meant?” Damien asked his tone calm but not without an underlying degree of anger. He administered a particularly hard one that shook her flesh and made her struggle to catch her breath.

They had said that to her on the night of her wedding when they had taken her virginity. They told her they would treat her as their queen and all they wanted was her loyalty in return.

“But—”

“There are no buts here, Ansley. If we wanted to marry you so we could get your land, we would have told you that’s what we’re doing.”

He was right. They had been honest with her from the start, brutally so.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed as he continued to lay into her. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I trust you. I give you my loyalty.”

Damien had not stopped flogging her, not through her whole heartfelt apology. Leonid had taken her clit and sank his teeth into it. She was obliterated.

“I’m so sorry,” she wept, and it was only then that he stopped.

“Good little girl,” he murmured.

“Please,” she continued crying. The overwhelming feeling of loneliness engulfed her. Except loneliness wasn’t the right word. She wanted to feel complete. She wanted to feel all three of them inside her.

“Please, I want you. Now.”

She didn’t have to ask twice.

Damien slid the plug from her ass and then he was lifting her onto his body, one hand curled around her waist, the other guiding his cock into her ass, fully, implanting deeply into her. She screamed as he stretched her, and yet in contrast his lips lingered against her neck, murmuring how beautiful she was.

Leonid moved in front of them. She was now sitting with her back against Damien’s chest, while he straddled the bench, his cock still embedded inside her.

Leonid slipped his cock into her pussy. She wavered around, trying to escape them, he stretched her too much, more than she could handle. But then it was Roman who came in behind Leonid.

They synchronized themselves, moving in and out of her pussy, while Damien filled her ass, and soon, both Roman and Leonid were inside her.

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