“Okay,” she readily agreed.
“Good, now undress us, princess. Now you can have all of us. You might wear that necklace that says you submit, but our dicks belong to you.”
10
SARAH
* * *
The weight of their rings was a hefty reminder that King and Wilder belonged to me as I undid the buttons on Wilder’s shirt, then King’s as they toed off their boots. I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, let it fall to the floor, then switched to King. Back and forth I went until they were in just their jeans.
I’d seen them like this the other night, but things were different now. They were my husbands. I could take all the time I wanted and touch, lick, taste. But I didn’t want to wait another second to get in their pants. The orgasms they’d given me in the laundry room at Steele Ranch the day before were the last ones and I was more than ready for more. I was horny, hot and needy. They’d been practically teasing me with all the things they’d done everywhere but my pussy. It all but ached to be filled.
I got my hands on their belt buckles just as I had before and this time, they stopped me again. I could see their hard cocks pressing against their jeans. Wilder’s curved up and toward his waist; if it got any longer, it would surely pop out the top. And King, god, he was so long he had it going down the inside of his thigh. It was like a pipe. King’s hand covered mine.
Glancing up, I frowned. Angry at being stopped. I wanted to see them, to touch them, lick, suck. God, whatever I wanted. I could now that they were my hus—King’s grip tightened. “Hey! Why’d you make me stop? I thought—”
“Change of plans, Mrs. Kingston Barlow. If you touch my dick, I’m going to come all over your hand. I want all that cum in your pussy. This first time, no touching.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, not quite sure if they were teasing me again.
King tugged down his zipper, reached into his jeans and pulled out his cock.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, staring at it. I knew my eyes were bugging out of my head like a cartoon. He was huge! Thick and long, the head was mushroom shaped and wide. A sandy-colored nest of curls was at the base and it protruded obscenely toward me. I estimated eight inches long, maybe more and there was no way I could get my fingers all the way around the whole thing, gripping it just as he was right now. It was a ruddy red, a vein ran up the length of it, pulsing with heated blood. The little slit at the tip had a bead of clear fluid and I watched, transfixed, as it slid down the crown. Hanging below the impressive shaft were his balls, big and heavy, proving his virility. When he said he wanted his cum in my pussy, I now knew how much of it he had.
I clenched my inner walls, wondering how he was going to fit. Was he too long? Could all of him get inside me? And my bottom. He expected that to fit there?
He took his hand away, but it stood erect all on its own as he tugged on the belt buckle, pulled the long length of leather through all the belt loops on his jeans with a hiss.
“I’m serious. Who’s in charge, princess?” he asked.
“You and Wilder, but—”
“Don’t finish that but, princess, or your butt will be red and hot before we fuck you.”
I bit my lip.
“You’ve forgotten already who’s in control here,” he said. Stepping forward, he surprised me by cupping my pussy with his hand. “Whose pussy is this?”
I gasped at the contact. “Yours and King’s,” I replied quickly, my eyes falling closed. While he wasn’t pressing in on my entrance, the one they’d refused to get near, his fingertips were right there. Without thinking, I rolled my hips and humped his hand.
“So needy. So greedy,” King said, watching.
I was. They were so mean not touching me. Filling me. “I need it,” I admitted, without shame.
“We know,” King said, pulling his hand away.
He went over to his bed, ripped the blanket and top sheet down the bed so it dropped to the floor. His dick didn’t do anything but point toward me as he did so. “On the bed, princess. Head on the pillows. Get comfortable. You’re going to be there a while.”
I wasn’t sure what exactly was going to happen next, but at least I was headed in the right direction. Me, naked on the bed, was a start. I crawled up on the bed and settled on my back in the center, my head on a pillow as instructed.
King came around the side, held out his hand. I reached for it and he curled his fingers and gave my palm a squeeze. Then he took his belt and made a loop, wrapped it around my wrist and pulled snug. I frowned as I watched, then he lifted my hand up to the slatted headboard and somehow wrapped the belt so it stayed. My left arm was angled out toward the far corner of the bed.
King looked down at me, tested the leather about my wrist. “Not too tight?”
“No,” I whispered, licking my lips. I tugged at the restraint and knew it was secure. That I was secure. I shivered, knowing that he was in control, truly now. I was at his mercy. His cock was just a few feet away from me, almost at eye level. Pre-cum was dripping from it now, as if he couldn’t hold it back any longer, that seeing me like this was pushing him to the brink. I understood now, because I was so wet, my inner thighs slick as I shifted on the soft bed.
When I heard the hiss of a belt again, I turned my head, saw Wilder had tugged his own belt from his jeans and was looping it like King had.