Trifecta: The Program Book 1.5 Page 3

  As I march through the house straight to the kitchen, the images of them jerking each other off only make it worse.

  I love to watch them touch each other. So hard, so rough, so primal.

  They wouldn’t have to touch me. I could just watch them. That alone would push me to the point of exploding.

  Two powerful men, each of them so different, Rock’s dark to Snake’s light. There’s a different kind of intimacy between them, one born from respect and admiration, and the demons that they share. They have a pure bond that binds them, it’s not sexual, it’s a love that only two men can find when they’ve walked through hell together. The only place where all facades and inhibitions are stripped away, bloody and cathartic, leaving you raw and naked. It’s the only way to find purity. The only way to find truth.

  That’s why this, what we have between us, is right.

  I’ve been through my hell. They were plunged into my hell with me and dragged me out. They saved me. Not any man could love me, could accept me, could appreciate me, all that I am. It’s what I’ve been through that has created me. Rock and Snake know this, and that is precisely why they love me. And why I love them. Because of who and what we are, each of us. We’re not perfect, we don’t fit into the mold of what society deems normal and proper. We are the results of all that has happened to us, scarred, damaged, and beautiful. And we are perfect.

  In the kitchen I turn to them. They’re standing just inside the doorway with bemused expressions on both of their faces with their big, heavy cocks still hard jutting straight out in front of them, Rock’s piercing still swaying on the end.

  They want to fuck me. But they’re going to punish me more.

  I almost moan out loud in both frustration and anticipation.

  Whatever they’ve got planned, even though it’s punishment, I know it’s going to be incredible.

  “What now?” I ask.

  “Now,” Rock begins, but he doesn’t move from where he’s standing, “you’re going to lay across the table.”

  A tremor slithers through me.

  I love that table. It’s the first place he made me come by only slapping my sex. It’s the first place all four of them had me together. I’ve been breakfast, lunch, or dinner on it more times than I count there.

  Both of them grin slyly at me. They know what I’m thinking, they’re thinking it too.

  Without a word, I climb up on the polished wooden plank tabletop and get on my back, my ass hanging off one end, my head the other. My body’s vibrating with excitement and need.

  Snake glides his palm over the rounded top of his erection, then down the shaft.

  “Do you have it Rock?” his voice is smooth and low.

  That makes me tremble.

  What’s he talking about?

  “Yeah,” Rock digs his hand into his pocket, then hands Snake whatever he pulled out. “Put them on her.”

  A grin explodes across Snakes handsome face, crowned by his short platinum blonde hair.

  “Gladly.”

  My heart rate just kicked up a notch and my breathing got faster.

  As Snake slowly approaches me, his piercing gaze never leaving my eyes, I can’t make out what he’s holding. Standing by my head, his erection just an inch from my face, Snake grips one of my nipples.

  “A present for you, Tinkerbell.”

  My body reacts to his touch, hot and hungry.

  I can’t see what he’s holding but I hear a jingling. Then I feel it.

  Something bites down on the nipple he’s holding, and it’s not his teeth. I suck in a hiss between clenched teeth as the pain shoots out through my body. When it turns into a constant needy ache, I let it out in a heavy breath. As he attaches the other one, my hands ball. I want to touch him.

  “Nipple clamps,” I whisper roughly.

  Rock hasn’t stopped watching me, he’s seen my every expression, he’s witnessed the pain turn into pleasure. And I’ve watched it mirrored on his face.

  “That’s right, princess,” he states quietly.

  As Snake steps back and disrobes, Rock comes to stand next to me. Gliding a thumb across my lips, he asks, “Okay?”

  For all his intimidating looks, his fierce persona, that aura that tells everyone, ‘Don’t fuck with me,’ Rock is the most endearing man I’ve ever met.

  All of this is a punishment. His way of showing me he loves me. Just like I’d be destroyed if anything happened to him, he would be too. At the same time, he’s giving me exactly what I want, what I need.

  I’d been bred for sex, for years my only purpose was to fuck and to be fucked, to be used for pleasure. I’d been trained to drop to my knees on command, to spread my legs when ordered. I was a whore. Plain and simple.

  I’d thought that I hated sex, that it repulsed me.

  The truth is, what I hated were the pigs who’d used me against my will, the ones who’d imprisoned me in a life I hated.

  What I finally realized is I am a whore. I want to be a whore. Rock’s whore. Snake’s whore. Because when I give myself, all of myself, to use me, they give me so much more in return. I give them me, and they give me everything, adoration, respect, appreciation, and always love.

  “Yes,” I whisper as everything within me pulsates.

  A corner of his mouth lifts. “Good.” He takes a step back and pulls his shirt from his delicious body. All those dips and plains of muscle on his tall frame, the flesh canvas of ink, the metal bars in his nipples, and that cock piercing is all the aphrodisiac I need. “Spread those fucking legs and touch yourself,” he commands me, his gaze penetrating mine.

  He’s going to let me come?

  My eyes don’t leave his face as I part my thighs and reach down to touch myself. He can’t even see me make contact but his shaft twitches when I do. When he kicks all of his clothing to the side, he stands behind me, Snake joins him. I have to tilt my head all the way back, it’s hanging off the side of the table upside-down to see them. They’re so close. They take their erections into their hands.

  “Open your mouth, baby,” Snake whispers.

  “Suck both of us. Take our cocks, princess,” Rock’s voice is husky and deep.

  My eyes flash back and forth from one man’s to the others as I lick my lips. As they bring their hardness closer to my lips, the swollen crowns a breath away from my mouth, our eye contact is broken. The only things I see are two big cocks and two sets of balls. The sensations coursing through my already needy body are multiplied, from the constant stimulation of my breasts from the clamps, to my sensitive clit. In a rush, the orgasm waiting to take over me is coming fast like a tidal wave.

  Both men grab a wrist of mine.

  “No coming, princess. Suck.”

  My loins pulse and clench, screaming for more.

  Fine! Two, no three, can play at this game.

  My chest is rising and falling with my frustrated breaths as I take them both in my hands and guide them together to my mouth.

  They want me to suck? I’ll suck, alright.

  Wrapping my hands tightly around them, I swirl my tongue along the underside of their crowns. I close my lips over first one, then the other, sucking each one in and licking the precum as I work the other with my hand. I can feel them getting harder, their thickness growing and swelling as I work them with my mouth and hands.

  I pull back.

  “Watch me when I put your cocks in my mouth.”

  I open wide and take them both in, and the only thing I can do is ravish them with my tongue. Both of their flavors mingle on my taste buds as I lick them and tease them. So good, so, so good. I reach down and cup both of their sacks firmly and moan.

  Their hips buck forward instinctually, wanting to fuck.

  “Goddamn it,” Rock moans.

  “Fuck,” Snake hisses.

  I pull back and grip their lengths again.

  “Do you like how you look in my mouth?” I ask as I glide my palms over their crowns.

  “So fucking much,
” Snake mumbles tightly.

  “Better than when you’re fucking me together?” I ask sweetly as I slide down their lengths.

  Rock growls.

  “What do you think, princess?” he asks as he flicks a captured nipple.

  A fresh flash of desire seeps through me, straight to my pussy.

  “Oh, God…,” I moan.

  A deep chuckle rumbles in Rock’s chest.

  You want to play? Let’s play.

  Taking both of them in my hands, I bring them so they’re facing each other, one on top of the other, and wrap my hands around them as best I can.

  “Such perfect cocks,” I murmur.

  I start to pump both of them together, gliding my hands up and down their lengths, running my tongue between their stacked hardness.

  “So good, so perfect. I wish you could feel them like I feel them when you’re fucking me.”

  My hands are working them, my mouth is feasting on them. Together.

  Their hips begin to move, their lengths sliding along each other in my hands.

  “Fuck his cock, Rock.”

  Rock growls again, low and deep.

  “Goddamn it, princess,” Rock curses again.

  I grip tighter.

  “Take him, Snake. Make him fuck you harder.”

  Snake grabs Rock’s hip and pulls Rock into him harder, faster, his hips meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Fuck you,” Snake whispers roughly.

  Rock grabs one of Snakes shoulders.

  They thrust and pound each other within my grip, their movements hungry and growing furious.

  With every drive of their hips, my ache throbs inside of me. I want them pounding me like they’re pounding each other. But I don’t want them to stop. I’m feeding my hunger to them in my hands, with my words. It’s beautiful. It’s magical. It’s captivating. This. Is. Us.

  “Do you feel it? How good your cocks feel?”

  They’re driving into each other like mad men, wild and hard.

  “Answer me.”

  “YES, goddamn it, fucking yes!” Rock bellows.

  “So good. So,” Snake thrusts. “Fucking,” thrust. “Good…”

  I watch them move against each other, these two beasts, these men that I love.

  “Fuck it,” Rock snaps.

  He reaches to unfasten a clamp. Snake takes off the other one. Pain blooms in my breasts.

  “Get ready, princess, we’re going to fuck the punishment in you,” Rock growls as he peels my hands from around them.

  “We need lube. NOW,” Snake grumbles and storms out of the kitchen.

  “Open that fucking mouth, princess, that filthy little mouth,” Rock growls with his tip at my lips. “I need to shut you up until we fuck you.”

  I chuckle as I open for him.

  He plunges until he hits the back of my throat, his mouth locks onto my breasts and sucks ravenously, pulling the tip between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue. I feel his intensity, it driving me higher. My back arches off the tabletop pushing me into his mouth as my hips writhe.

  Snake returns and stands between my open legs.

  “Lift those knees, Tinkerbell.”

  With my mouth full of Rock’s hardness, Snake slathers lube all over me.

  Pushing a finger quickly inside my tight, back hole, he states, “No time to get you ready. You asked for this.”

  As Snake sits on the bench, Rock pulls out of my mouth and pulls me up by my hair.

  “Have that dick in your ass by the time I’m on the other side.”

  Excitement and anticipation trembles through me as I scramble around. I am so ready.

  I position myself above Snakes lap. He grabs himself with one hand and wraps his free arm around my waist.

  “I want to slam into you so fucking hard, Tinkerbell.”

  I tremble again. Hearing him, knowing that I brought these two controlling men to the point of unravelling is powerful.

  Rock is standing before us.

  “Get your fucking cock in her.”

  He’s got a chokehold around his thickness.

  “Fuck you,” Snake barks.

  He says that a lot.

  “I just might if you don’t hurry the fuck up,” Rock snaps.

  I laugh.

  Until Snake pushes into me fast and deep.

  “Not so funny now, is it, Tinkerbell?” Snake laughs beneath me.

  “Just fuck me already,” I pant out.

  “Oh, we’re going to fuck you, alright.” Rock positions himself at my entrance above where Snake is impaled inside of me.

  I can see the tenseness in Rock’s expression. But he allows me time to get accustomed to Snake in my ass, it happened so fast. He gives it to me, sliding up and down my folds, caressing me with his tip, stroking me, stoking my fire and bringing me back from the pain. We’re all ready, we all want to go hard and fast and deep. We need it.

  “Now Rock, please,” I beg quietly.

  I lay back against Snake. He lays his hands around my knees and pulls them apart and up, opening me up, opening both of us for Rock.

  “Get that cock in her Rock, let me feel you fuck her hard.”

  Oh. My. God.

  Rock pushes just the head in, that beautiful piercing already doing its magic.

  “I’m going to fuck both of you. So,” he slams in. “Fucking,” pulls back. “Hard,” he drives in again.

  We both gasp.

  He drives into me, into us, relentlessly. Unapologetically. Punishingly. Possessively.

  Snake grips my knees tighter.

  Rock’s hips are the driving force catapulting me into oblivion. Us into oblivion.

  “Shit!” Snake shouts beneath me.

  “Yes, yes, YES,” I moan.

  Rock drives harder and faster.

  “So good, so tight. So,” pound. “Damn,” pound. “Perfect!” pound.

  I reach down and grab Snakes testicles.

  “Fuck!” he growls.

  He lowers a hand and rubs my clit.

  I scream.

  I shatter around the both of them, pulsing, exploding.

  “That’s it. Fucking come,” Rock grits out on a wicked laugh.

  “Squeeze him. Choke him with that pussy of yours,” Snake demands.

  I do.

  “Fuck!” Rock yells and slams himself inside me, body rigid, back bowed.

  He comes. And comes. And comes.

  “That’s right, come motherfucker. Shoot that load deep in her fucking belly. I feel you,” Snake laughs.

  Oh, my God. Just. Oh. My. God!

  Rock bows into me, breath heaving, body sweaty.

  We lay like that, spent, drained, completely sated.

  “Can I get punished again tomorrow?”

  We all laugh.

  “Princess, every day for the rest of your life.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Summer

  “Gwen, you have been a Godsend.”

  Gwendolyn blushes. Again. But she really has, she and Mrs. Merriweather, her grandmother.

  “Summer, I love working here.” Her eyes shift to her grandmother where she’s sitting at her regular table, a pair of crochet needles clicking as she works on another one of her…things, whatever it is that she works on for hours as she sits in my coffee shop while Gwen works behind the counter. “Honestly though, I think Gran loves it more than I do. I believe it gives her a sense of belonging.” Her gaze comes back to meet mine. “Something she hasn’t had in a very long time, not since Grandfather.”

  She’s going to make me cry. Again.

  I look tenderly at the older woman, she appears to be so content and so at ease. She makes me feel that way. “I think you’re wrong.” I pause as I watch the woman I’ve come to love and respect. “I think,” I look back at Gwen, I know she can see the emotion I’m feeling in my eyes, “that’s what she makes me feel.”

  “Oh, posh,” Gwen averts her gaze, but not before I see the tears well up in her eyes. She sounds just like
her grandmother. I smile broadly at her. “Listen to us, we sound like a couple of sentimental hens.”

  Ever since the kidnapping, Gwendolyn and Mrs. Merriweather became the sister and grandmother I never had. They doted on me while I was recuperating from my injuries, brought me homemade soup and fresh baked pies, they even made Rock’s favorite stew, how they managed to find that out is beyond me. The two of them are like my family, them along with Bull and Gringo. Family is not people who share your bloodline. Family are those people who make you feel safe and wanted, make you feel appreciated. They make you feel loved. They are home.

  Rock is my life. My breath. Each beat of my heart.

  Snake? Snake is my music, knowing where to strike to make me laugh, make me cry, make me feel alive.

  I feel whole with them, complete.

  They’re my family. All of them.

  “What are you two going on about, ‘aving a bit of a chin wag?” Mrs. Merriweather comments from her seat, not lifting her head or missing a beat, the needles still clack, clack, clacking rhythmically. “I’d bet me britches there be tons o’ work to be done, I would.”

  I laugh.

  “You’re right.” I bet she heard us talking about her, and that’s her way of saying ‘I’m fine, don’t worry about me.’

  “’ow is our boy, Rock? The lad’s been busy, ‘asn’t ‘e? ‘e ‘asn’t come round today. That’s a fine lad, Summer. Snake too.” The clacking stops and she peers at me over the rim of her glasses with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, “I ‘eard you were in a bit of a fankle with your boys, I did.”

  A surge of heated embarrassment floods of me.

  Oh, no.

  The image of Rock and Snake fucking each other in my hands, their animalistic kiss, the feeling of both of them filling me up, all of it, flashes in my mind.

  OH, NO.

  Let’s just stop and look at this a moment. Freeze frame it and consider all of the variables.

  First, she clearly referred to both Rock and Snake as ‘my boys’.

  Second, I’m in a relationship with both of them. They punished me last night, made me strip in the driveway and spanked me. Then we fucked. Hard and wild.