and the cool air. I envisioned Nik climbing the bed toward me, settling his mouth over my clit and making me come as Sam held me in place, maybe, someday, as he filled me from behind.
The images in my head, my reaction to feeling so open, so vulnerable…
And they knew I liked it because… the collars.
“Put your hands behind my neck,” Sam said, nuzzling the side of my head.
Lifting my arms, I interlaced my fingers as he’d said. My back arched, and my breasts thrust up.
“From here, I can see all your freckles. Ah, ah,” he warned when I started to relax my hands. “I shall spend my life counting them all. Licking each and every one.”
“Sam,” I breathed.
All this time, Nik watched as he shed his clothes until he stood at the foot of the bed, naked, pumping his cock.
I felt his pleasure. God, it was insane. I felt the pleasure Nik was getting from masturbating. I felt his satisfaction at seeing me restrained. Not in any kind of binding, but by Sam’s hold. By Sam’s words. I felt Nik’s contentment that Sam and I followed his orders, that we were both his.
As if he had read my mind, Nik crawled up the bed to kiss me. Not on the mouth, but on my pussy, licking up the seam, then using his thumbs to part me and do it all over again.
I bucked at the pleasure. Sam groaned. Nik growled.
“These collars are too much,” I said on a laugh, then a moan. The sound of my pleasure sent a jolt of lust through both of my mates and, through the collars, back to me. I nearly came, my hips bucking as I tugged on Sam’s hair. “It’s insane.”
Sam’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, each stroke sending a spiral of heat to where Nik’s lips were locked onto my clit. “Nik.” I didn’t know what I wanted.
No, that was a lie. I knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed: more.
Instead Nik stopped and stared. Watched Sam’s hands cup my breasts, his eyes going molten as he slipped a finger inside my wet pussy and felt it clamp down and release with every tug of Sam’s fingers on my nipples. It was erotic. I was beyond embarrassed. I couldn’t be, not when their admiration and need blazed through my body like a wildfire from the collars.
“Do you doubt our desire for you?” Nik asked, glancing up at me from between my thighs. I looked down the line of his back, saw his taut, firm ass and wanted to unlink my fingers and squeeze it.
I shook my head against Sam’s chest.
“Do you doubt our need to please you?” Sam asked as Nik got busy again, adding a second finger inside me as he flicked my clit with his tongue. “Not just when we fuck you, but with everything we do?”
I arched my back more as Sam tugged on my hard nipples. My skin bloomed with sweat. My thighs clenched. “It’s too much, too… oh my God, I’m going to come.”
My shout didn’t slow Nik down; rather he applied himself more. I came seconds later. Their ruthless assault was to prove a point. An incredible point that the collars only made everything more intense. Amplified. More powerful.
When I stopped screaming, Nik lifted his head, wiped his slick mouth with the back of his hand, then came over me. His mouth was on mine, and I tasted myself. I felt the satisfaction he found in pleasing me. His need to be buried inside me. I didn’t want to deny him that. It was what I wanted, too.
Sam’s hands settled on my upper arms, holding them, as if he didn’t want me to touch Nik. Nik looked behind me, over my head and nodded slightly to some silent question Sam had asked of him. Moments later Sam aligned his cock at my entrance and slid home, buried deep in my pussy from behind, my legs still held open wide as he lifted his hips and pumped into me from below.
I gasped at the feel. He was big, thick, long. He filled me completely. After the night before, I should have been used to taking him, but I wasn’t. I clenched and squeezed him, and the feel of it was unlike anything I’d known before them.
Hovering over us both, Nik watched my face as if every movement I made was of vital importance. “Fuck her, Sam. Go deep. She needs