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Stronger, too.

“Mmm, chocolate. You girls had a bit of fun without us.”

While Adam spoke, he ran his index finger between her lower lips. He rubbed her clit and placed his thumb inside her, pressing her flesh between his large hands.

Kaela tilted her back, thrusting her bottom higher for more penetration. Bryan released her enough to capture a breast, squeezing it while smiling up at her. She twitched when she felt a fingerful of something cold on her bottom, but it soon warmed.

“I bought this one for Kaela,” said Candy quietly, handing him something.

Adam grunted his reply. A moment later, something smooth and round stretched her anal ring. Slowly pulsing like the tide coming in, the plug intruded a bit farther each time. She welcomed the invasion as something wicked she felt guilty about wanting. She had no choice but to enjoy it as Bryan held her from escaping.

Adam slowly pulsed the butt plug, stretching her a bit more each time. She hadn’t realized how many nerve endings existed back there.

She clenched Bryan’s hardening organ, still inside her. Sensation from both channels multiplied her desire.

Bryan lifted his lips, and she met him halfway. He slid his tongue behind her top lip in the way that made her wild. When he pinched her nipple, she clenched him in a spasm. He throbbed into her in reaction.

Adam pressed the plug deeper, stretching her tissues to the point of pain. She tried to press it out, but instead shivered as her sphincter slowly closed around the narrow end. She moaned her need.

“Mmm, feels great from this side,” murmured Bryan. He rocked into her, slow and steady. “Sit up and ride me, cowgirl.”

At first she felt self-conscious with Adam and Candy watching, but she ached from the new double sensations. She pressed on Bryan’s chest to sit up. Large hands grasped her breasts from behind and helped by flicking her nipples, driving her to grind herself down.

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Bryan grinned encouragement, pressing his thumb on her clit to encourage her to lean back. When she did, the butt plug pressed into her, a pleasant fullness that intensified Bryan’s size. She leaned forward, rose up on her knees, and gasped, eyes wide.

“Oh, God, it makes you hit my G-spot!”

“Surprise!” called Candy. “Told ya you’d like it!”

Groaning, Kaela rode Bryan up and down like a piston. With each stroke, his cock pressed against the quarter-size bundle of nerves that did so much for her.

“God, that feels great,” moaned Bryan. “Almost as good as it will when you ride Adam and I slide into your sweet asshole.”

She quivered as four male hands seduced her body. Bryan grasped her waist, his face tightening, nostrils flaring at the serious business.

She closed her eyes and moved as she needed, guided and encouraged by Bryan’s demanding thrusts from below. Adam’s hands were on her breast and belly. She startled and then realized the hands gently pulling and releasing the plug must be Candy’s.

“That’s it, Kaela, let it come,” panted Bryan. “Share with us. See how good loving with four can be.”

Sensations attacked her clit, her breasts, her vagina, and ass.

Faster and faster, harder and stronger. She ground her need into his pelvis, red curls meshing with his blond. She tried to let go but knowing others were watching, feeling Bryan’s need, she just couldn’t.

“Kaela!”

“You go, I’m fine.”

She wasn’t fine. She was ready to scream from the absolute need to explode but couldn’t quite. He filled her so deep she couldn’t feel where she ended and he began.

“Now!” yelled Adam. With one hand, he pinched her left nipple, and with the other he pressed her clit. Candy pulled on the plug.

Bryan roared along with his deep thrusts and ignited their dual explosion.

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“Bryan brought Kaela a little something from town,” said Adam to no one in particular a while later. He rested on his back, arms folded behind his head, eyes closed.

“That sounds ominous,” replied Candy. She lolled on her stomach near the bottom of the bed.

“Payback time,” said Bryan. He’d pushed the pillows up to the headboard and lay there, one leg straight out, the other bent with his wrist resting on top. He looked relaxed, but his muscles were tight, ready to spring into action. His cock, limp and exhausted a minute ago, twitched as it swelled.

“Payback for what?” Kaela, recognizing his eager expression, edged herself farther from his grasp, closer toward Candy and escape.

“Someone owes me a tie down session,” said Bryan. He stared at Kaela, who gulped.

“And I found a new set of silk knickers hanging in the trees like a pink banana,” added Adam. “That calls for punishment.”

“Punishment?” Candy rolled onto her side, voice and eyes protesting innocence.

“Tag-team time.” Adam sat up, cross-legged, on the bed.

“Oh, no,” said Candy, pushing herself backwards. “Nuh-uh. Not this gal.”

Now standing, Kaela moved faster, backpedalling across the rug toward the door.

“You know the rules, wife,” growled Adam. “If you run from punishment, you get rewarded with more.”

Adam’s words stopped Candy from moving. She bit her lip, eyes
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flashing around. They stopped on Kaela.

“Bryan didn’t tell you that, right?”

Kaela, now at the door, shook her head.

“Then move your ass, girl!”

Kaela whipped around and ran out the door. Gripping the rug with her toes for traction, she pelted down the hallway. Holding on to the banister, she flew down the stairs, followed by Bryan roaring like a freight train.

She hesitated at the bottom. Where to go? She dashed around the corner to the jungle. She might be able to hide in there for a bit. It was way too cold to run outside. She’d barely found a spot deep in a corner under thick ferns when the door shut with a thud behind her pursuer. She breathed as shallowly as possible, adrenaline from the run and anticipation pounding blood through her body, preparing her to fight.

“When I find you, and I will, you’ll pay for running away, Kaela.”

His voice was too smug for her comfort, too sure of himself.

Another arrogant man boasting of his strength and power over a woman. Her nipples crinkled in a reaction dating back to cave woman days. If she had to worry about a saber tooth tiger outside the cave, he was the one she’d rub against in hopes he’d choose her to protect. She wasn’t in a cave, though the jungle-like foliage encouraged Tarzan thoughts.

She clenched her teeth so she wouldn’t reply to his threat. Grown women didn’t get “punished” by men.

Unless the thought made them so hot they almost exploded from
need.

Branches rustled around her. She shrank down, wondering if it would be better to get caught like a rabbit in its burrow or run like a deer. Either way, he’d eventually catch her. But staying still would be giving in. And she was a fighter.

“Remember what it means when I count to three, Kaela?” He sounded calm, as if he was discussing what to wear for dinner. “One.”

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She rose from her knees to a low crouch, ready to bolt. Fronds moved about ten feet to her left. She could go left or right.

“Two.”

She chose right. She rose up and sped across the terra cotta tile, bare feet slapping, around a corner and BAM! Straight into a naked chest.

Bryan dropped the long bamboo pole he used to rattle the ferns near the other path and grabbed her with both arms.

“Three.” He held tight as she struggled for air, her body pressed against him. “You goin’ to come easy, woman, or do I have to carry you?”

Instead of answering, she ducked and shifted, breaking his hold.

But he lunged and caught her again. Laughing, he tossed her over his shoulder and slapped her bottom. She had nothing to soften the blow, harder than Adam’s light slaps.

“Ow!”

“Serves you right.”

“Caveman!”

“Damn straight. I caught my woman and I’m dragging her back to my cave. Gonna tie her up good. She ain’t leavin’ my bed till I say so.”

Kaela struggled, her breasts rubbing against his lower back as she fought to escape. He held her legs tight so her feet wouldn’t hit below his belly button. He carried her up the stairs and half way down the hall before flipping her around and letting her feet touch the rug. His one-arm grip under her breasts felt like a band of iron. Adam waited at end of the hall, easily holding Candy the same way. Candy’s chest heaved as if she’d been running as well, though her eyes shone eagerly.

“Playroom ready?” asked Bryan. Adam nodded. “Don’t wait on supper for us. This woman’s got some learnin’ to do.”

“Candy? Help!”

“Gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do, Kaela,” called Candy.

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“Trust your man to know what you need.”

“What? Traitor!”

Adam turned Candy toward the bedroom and smacked her bottom. “Hands and knees on the bed. Now!” Candy scuttled into the room, giggling. Adam nodded at Bryan. “Call if you need an extra hand.”

“No worries.”

Bryan turned Kaela, pressing her forward by walking into the room she hadn’t yet seen. He flicked a switch and a chandelier on the ceiling sprang to full sparkling glory. She heard the click of a lock when the door closed. Large cupboard doors lined the walls of the windowless room. Other than a well padded armchair and a sturdy desk, the furniture was draped with white sheets.

A California king-plus bed dominated the center of the room.

Thick pillows rested against the high headboard. A canopy of white silk hung from the corner posts bolted to the ceiling. Bright pillows of various sizes littered the bed. A closed wooden box large enough to hold a professional basketball player’s shoes lurked on the wide bedside table.

Long straps extended from each corner, cutting across the pristine sheets. It looked like someone started to make an X but missed the middle.

“On the bed, face up. Spread-eagled.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

Her chest heaved, the rush of the chase morphing into the almost-fear of capture, of not knowing what he’d do to her. Could she stand being restrained after what her uncle had done to her for so many years?

Uncle Wesley enjoyed punishing her with yelling, slaps, and deprivation when sober. When drunk, he changed to blows. She considered herself lucky when he’d lock her in the tiny storage room in the basement, for that meant he’d forgotten about her and she’d be safe. He had no idea she hid water, granola bars, candles, and matches
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behind the old steamer trunk. She spent her time planning a dream life in the country with a quiet, loving husband, happy children, and all the pets and friends she wanted. Each of them would own half the home, sharing everything. No one could ever force her out. Never, ever again.

“What will I do to you?” Bryan repeated, softly.

He sauntered over to a tall, bulky thing in the corner that she hadn’t noticed. He pulled off the sheet to reveal a giant black wooden X on a wheeled platform. Velcro straps hung every few inches, waiting for someone’s arms and legs. She gulped. He turned to her, rolled the sheet into a ball, and tossed it aside.

“Whatever I want.”

Gone was the laughing, carefree lover, the loving dad. This man could easily rule a boardroom of oil barons. She could see him riding a rodeo bronc until the buzzer sounded, then leap off and never lose his hat.

“Is this a game? Like, when I tied you up?”

He stepped closer, throbbing cock rising from its blond nest. She stared at it, pulsing with his heartbeat.

“That was playing. This is serious.” His deep voice radiated power. “You have two seconds. MOVE!”

She jumped, scrambled up onto the high bed, and lay flat, arms and legs out. He followed, comfortable in his nakedness as if he wore a tux.

“Kaela, you remember what I said about safe words? Green, yellow, and red?”

She nodded. He’d slow or stop as soon as she used a code word.

“I’m tying you with something strong enough so it won’t break if you pull slightly but will snap if you need it to.” He held up a handful of long, round, red strings.

“What is it?”

“Shoestring licorice.”

“What?”

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He knelt on the bed and tied one end of the strings to a black leather strap and the other to her right foot. He did the same with her other foot, then her wrists. She pulled her arms lightly. There was a resistance, but she couldn’t move very far. She could flex her hands into fists, though.

“The blindfold will allow you to concentrate on your other senses,” he said. She lifted her head, and he slipped on something velvety soft. The room went black.

“You will not speak except to answer a question or call out a safe word. Do you understand?”

She nodded. After that she could do nothing but lie there and listen. He walked around the room, opening doors and drawers, moving furniture. Her imagination ran free as to what was behind the cupboards, what he might take from the drawers.

The bed dipped. She held her breath, every sense but sight attuned to him.

Something gossamer soft drifted up her leg, stronger than a tickle.

It was followed by something scratchy. One leg and then the other, moving from ankle to knee. Maddeningly slowly. Kisses and nibbles were added when he reached her thighs. He was only a few inches below her hips when he shifted away. A moment later, he kissed her palm. She discovered just how sensitive the undersides of her arms were. She twitched as he approached her neck.

He didn’t stop until she was writhing, every inch of flesh having been tasted. Aroused.

“I’m turning you over. You will not move until I say so. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded.

“Roll onto your stomach, on the pillow.”

She did so, finding a dip in the large pillow so her breasts weren’t squished. He tied her down when she rested on her chest, knees bent far apart, bottom high in the air.