The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(108)

Half-groaning and half-purring, Bain moaned hot against her ear, “Oh my God… good girl. Good girl.”

That was when she realized her hips would not hold still and oh, but what her wriggling had done to the cock nestled eagerly in the crack of her ass. She was grinding on him, lulled from the fast, frantic up and down humping motions that had consumed her immediately after Kaden’s strike to the slower, languid grinding motions she indulged in now while the heat blossomed, filling her wounded clit with the heady, sensual thump-thump-thump of her own heartbeat.

“Good girl,” Bain praised. No matter how she moved, he held her hips pinned to his and—God, his fingers!—kept her pried open still while Kaden’s hand on her cringing belly rubbed a single, comforting circle. Hungry amusement lit the dark of his eyes, curling the corners of his handsome mouth. Years before she was ready for it, he took aim again.

“Oh no,” Goldi gasped out as his light, warning taps—so soft and yet so terrifyingly crisp—found her clit once more. “No, no. Nope. I think I’ve changed my mi-aiiiind!”

There was no missing her own scream this time. She not only heard herself do it, she hit octaves nature normally reserved for mating cats and fox-pounced rabbits. Her back arched; her ass ground, humping, bumping, and writhing in spastic circular undulations all over Bain’s trouser-confined cock.

He laughed, deep and soft, his fingers digging in to her hips as she rubbed mindlessly against him and he rubbed seductively back. “I’ll bet you wish you’d been a little more apologetic and a little less cynical, don’t you?”

Panting, Goldi turned on him. Sweat beaded her skin as the hellish-heaven of all that wounded heat flared and grew. Wave after wave of pleasure-hurt washed through her blushing, swelling sex. “Bite me,” she rasped, her legs beginning to shake.

Laughing, Bain did just that. His teeth nipped her shoulder, nowhere near hard enough to break skin but just sharp enough to make her gasp all over again. She could feel all the points of his teeth, not just in her shoulder, but in the tips of her heavy breasts and the pit of her trembling belly, and lower still, all the way down her shaky thighs. The nips sparked her nerves. She felt them, like bursts and shimmers trapped within the confines of her flesh. It felt like fireworks looked, flowering in her veins—in her nipples, in the folds of her swelling, throbbing sex—like showering sparkles against a canvas of night.

“Do you think we won’t?” Seizing her right breast, Arsen swept in. His grip brought her arching onto her toes. Her mouth opened when his did and her knees buckled when the sharp points of his teeth closed in on the tight bud that crowned her breast. He bit… but not hard enough for her to want him to stop.

“It’s almost as if she doesn’t realize bears and biting go hand-in-hand.” Circling from her side to her front, facing her fully, Kaden made room for his brother. His fingers tickled her navel, tracing her bellybutton, round and round; her clit throbbed, ached, strained to be a part of that teasing caress. Between the mouth on her shoulder and the other at her breast, Goldi fought to breathe much less to think. As if it were happening to someone else, she watched Kaden lower himself before her. Dark promise danced in the black of his eyes. The threat of an equally dark smile twisted his mouth as his hands settled on her hips.

He looked good on his knees before her. Almost like he belonged there.

His smirk vanished, but it wasn’t until Arsen and Bain both tore their mouths from her to laugh, their deep voices booming in the closeness of the cellar, that Goldi realized she’d expressed her thoughts out loud.

“And here I thought we might only deliver a bit of a whipping before letting her go again,” Bain laughed.

Arsen snorted, the wetness left by his mouth chilling her nipple while he rolled and plucked at its twin with his fingers. “This sassy bitch won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Not for a while,” Kaden growled, rocking back on his heels before he stood again. His gaze held hers, dark and shuttered and ominous considering how impossible it was for her to read him. “Turn her.”

Her reflexive yank on the chains made them clink when Bain grabbed her around the middle, lifting her right off her toes. He turned them both around together, setting her down again with her back now to Kaden. She wobbled when Bain let her go, but there was no way for her to fall. The chains simply didn’t allow it. “W-wait…”

Ducking her elbow, Bain slid into place before her again. His hands found her hips, the warmth of his palms searing into her as he drew her closer. Tsking, he smiled. “In a minute, baby, you’re going to wish you’d never said that.”

“Failing that,” Arsen chuckled, “she’ll wish she could apologize.”

Standing behind her, she couldn’t see him or the object in his hand until his arm came down over the top of her head. Too late, Goldi glimpsed the rubber-encased bit-style gag. She jerked her head back, thrashing from side to side, but Bain only hugged her body tighter and Kaden caught her by the hair. Ignoring her ponytail, he caught the hair at the very back of her scalp, jerked her head up and back, and held her frozen long enough to seize her lower jaw.

“Say ah,” he said, his fingers digging into the tender hinge until she opened. She yelped, but Arsen gagged her anyway. Ignoring her glares, he buckled the straps behind her head before giving her a tap on the nose. “No biting now.”