The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(115)

“Ow.” Opening and closing her sore jaw, Goldi rubbed the wetness from her face onto her shoulder.

“Ow is not a safeword,” Bain said, bringing the lube.

“Say ah,” Arsen added, wrapping her ponytail around his hand and taking hold of his cock with the other. “Let’s put that smart mouth to better use.”

“Before we do…” Covering her back hole with the pad of his thumb, Kaden rubbed, letting her know without speaking exactly where he intended to fuck her. Her pussy tightened in convulsing envy. Her ass burned and throbbed, the most delicious pulse of wounded heat she’d felt in a very long time. The initial sharpness of the agony in her nipples had dwindled, they were throbbing now too and it was such a deeply responsive sensation that she could all but feel the steady echo of it way down in her clit. “Any last words?”

“Yeah.” If Goldi could have arched her hips, offering her ass to him, she would have. “Who the hell asked for lube?”

Bain turned midstep and returned the bottle to its shelf.

“Definitely not done being a bad girl,” Arsen noted and put the gag back on her.

Laughing darkly, Kaden replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, pressing in only just hard enough to make sure he was centered and that she could feel his intent. “I love it when you’re in the mood to play Bad Goldilocks,” he growled.

“‘Hu’ uh an ‘uck ee.”

“Shut up and fuck me?” Arsen guessed.

“‘Uh eye e’ore I ‘ie, hlea’e.”

“Some time before she dies, please,” Bain confirmed, folding his arms across his chest and grinning.

“Some time before she dies,” Kaden mused. He bent, pressing a kiss upon her back, finding a salty-sweet spot that was just to his liking right between her shoulder blades. “One of these days, darling, you really ought to learn to be careful what you wish for. But I’m so glad it’s not today.”

In one hard shove, he impaled her on his cock. To Goldi, it felt as if he’d just ripped her in two, but even before her scream warbled out into gasps and mews, already she could feel that hot, shivery, melty sensation wending through her sex. That suckling pull at her clit as it began to pulse in time with the ragged beating of her heart.

“Say ah,” Arsen said again as he pushed his cock through the open ring of the gag, filling her mouth and battering the already tender back of her throat.

“Beg for mercy,” Kaden grunted. He thrust, each hard push slapping up against the welts on her ass as if he were spanking her all over again, each impaling shove was a mix of pleasure and the most arousing pain.

“I think I’ll go peel a nice, big, thick piece of ginger root,” Bain said, heading for the stairs.

Gagged, restrained, helpless to do anything to stop him, Goldi did the only thing she could: She melted.

God, she loved this.





Epilogue





They lay in a tangle on the floor: Kaden on his back, one hand tucked behind his head while the other lay limp around her shoulders; Goldi lay curled on her side up against him, using his chest as her pillow; his arm twined around her waist, Bain spooned just behind her; and lying crosswise, partially over his older brother’s legs, Arsen still had his head between her legs. Now and then, he still moved; now and then, she tightened and twitched, and came in breathless shudders that usually culminated in a gasp or softly moaned, “Ow.”

A hodge-podge of spanking implements, loose twists of rope, vibrators, the tentacle dildo they’d bought from Bad Dragon, and half a dozen sticks of low-temperature candles of various colors lay scattered all around them. Goldi wore the wax splatters all over her belly and thighs, and everywhere else showed at least the faint blush of redness from the multitude of floggers, canes, crops, straps and the big leather paddle with the metal studs that were both the bane and the blessing of her disciplinary existence.

“So?” Bain asked, his voice blowing sleepily across her ear. “How was it?”

“I like being bad Goldi,” she mumbled, her jaw so sore and yet she liked that she could still taste the saltiness of their passion and their sweat in the far recesses of her mouth. “I need to be bad more often.”

Kaden snorted. “Lord, I don’t think I could take it.”

“No worries,” she sighed, snuggling into his side, her hips now rolling with the motions of Arsen’s attentive mouth. “If I wear you out, I can always replace you.”

All three males stilled in the half second before Goldi erupted as far up as Bain’s entrapping arm around her waist and Kaden’s fistful of her captured hair would allow.

“No biting, Arsen!” she both begged and laughed. “No biting! Ow ow ow!”

“Replace us?” Kaden growled.

“Technically, I only said I’d replace you,” she tried to specify, but broke off in a buck and squeal, flopping all the way over onto her back with Arsen following, his mouth locked on her mons as he straddled her legs to still her kicks.

“I’ll go get another piece of ginger root.” Bain rolled out of the tangle and headed for the stairs.

“No!” Goldi wailed, trying hard to get her giggles under control. “I’m so sore back there already. Please. Please?”

“Oh you’re going to beg all right.” Leaving a rosy ring of teeth marks on the fleshy inside of her thigh, Arsen scrambled up far enough to flip her from her back to her belly.