She took a seat on the wicker sofa and curled her legs underneath her body to watch the sky turn purple and then gold. When she heard sounds behind her, she turned and smiled at her three princes. All were stark naked, and as usual, their dicks were rock hard.
“Is there ever a time when you three aren’t horny?”
They laughed. “It’s your fault, you know,” said Roland, eyeing her robe. “Even wrapped in that silk you’re as enticing as a siren.”
She stood and opened it, holding his gaze, then let it all. “Is that so, Sire? What about without it? Am I still enticing?”
“Enticing, and very, very bad,” said Archer.
Chelsea shivered at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes.
“What shall we do to punish Chelsea for her shameless flirtations this morning?” asked Denver.
“That’s a good question,” said Roland. “I think perhaps we should use something we haven’t yet. Something very painful, and that will render her helpless against us.”
She bit her lip, not because she was afraid they’d really hurt her, but because when they said something like that, it usually preceded a decadent morning or afternoon with them. “I’ll be good, Sire. I’m sorry.”
“Too late” said Archer, crooking his finger at her. “Breakfast first. And then you’re in very trouble, Chelsea.”
She picked up her robe and donned it. “Thank goodness you want to eat first. I’m starving.”
That was another thing about all this fresh air. Her appetite was ravenous.
Roland gave her ass a playful smack as she passed him, and she giggled.
“It’s so good to see you this happy.”
His voice sent her spirits soaring. “I can’t help it, Sire. You three make me happier than I’ve ever been.”
“And you do the same to us, Chelsea.” She stared at him for long moments, overcome by the emotion in his beautiful eyes, and in his voice, until the others told them both to get inside before the food got cold.
After they ate, they told her not to bother showering because she’d need one again in a few hours. “A few hours?”
Their grins forced a loud moan from her throat.
“I think my room this time,” said Archer. “Go in there and wait for us.”
Archer had a wicked sadistic streak, and usually was the one to think up the most ingenious ways to tie her up or withhold her orgasms until she was literally begging them to let her come.
She squirmed in anticipation while she waited for them, and when they finally joined her in the room, the men shed their clothes and told her not to move. It was torture to watch them get naked and not be allowed to touch them.
Roland approached her first, and gave her hair a hard tug, forcing her head back. She moaned as the expected desire spread through her body. While the emotion was now familiar, she would never grow tired of their touches, their kisses, or the feel of them inside her. She was so in love with all three men it was ridiculous.
He grazed her neck with his teeth. “Bad girls get paddled and caned.”
“Oh, Sire, please….” That damn cane was still her one true barrier to total submission. They could only push it so far before she had to safeword.
He kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth, and then just as abruptly, released the kiss. “We will cane you this morning, Chelsea. We want to see you enjoy that one day. It’s become my mission in life.”
She swallowed hard at the intensity in those sapphire eyes. This man was so much more dominant than the other two, but not cruel. She adored the way he wanted her to experience everything she desired, even if that wish was buried deep in her mind, where she dared not go most days. But Roland saw it. He was able to reach into her very soul and pluck it out, examine it, and then find a way to release it for her.
He walked across the room to the armoire where Archer kept his toys, and Denver pulled her close to kiss her. This man, on the other hand, was simply dreamy as all fuck. He kissed like nothing she’d ever experienced, and when he looked at her with those deep, dark eyes, her heart melted. He was kind, and unassuming, and he made love to her like he was fucking a goddess. He worshipped her, and most days she could barely handle the intensity of his touch or his gaze. He made her shiver with one glance.
Archer and Roland both returned, and Denver broke the kiss. When she saw what Archer held in his hands, she almost backed up before remembering that the last time she had back away from them, they’d paddled her twice as hard.
Archer, on the other hand, was all brute strength and rough and tumble manners. But she’d seen his tender side that afternoon when he’d talked to her about his guilt over Dalton’s death. Ever since then, she’d caught glimpses of that same side of his personality in each gesture and look.
He kept his real self hidden more than the other two, but she understood that, too. It was a self-preservation thing. She’d been the same way for a couple of years after her family died. She and Archer shared a bond that Roland and Denver would never completely share with her, and she loved Archer all the more for it.
“Good. Because for now, we have to decide how to punish you for that outburst earlier.”
She shivered at the humor in his voice as much as at his words and the images they conjured up. “Punish me, Sire?”
He swatted her ass through the dress, but she hardly felt it. The damn thing was as heavy as a winter coat and just as thick. “Yes. I’m afraid so.”
She swallowed hard. “I’ll accept whatever punishment Your Highnesses deem appropriate, Sire.”
All three groaned, and she buried her face against Roland’s chest and smiled. To know she had that kind of an effect on these three made her feel powerful and beautiful. He turned her around to face the others, and then he reached in front of her to untie the laces on her bodice. It was such an unexpected but sexy gesture that she didn’t move.
He fumbled with the corset once he had her dress undone in the front. “I hate these damn things.” No kidding! So did she. Having Anne lace it up this morning was like trying to squeeze into a pair of jeans two sizes too small.
He undid the back laces on the dress, and then undid the ones on the corset. That freed her breasts, at least, and she could breathe once more. Then he moved the corset off her body, letting it fall around her ankles, but he kept the dress on. He reached around again and grasped her breasts. “This is nice.”
“It sure is,” said Denver, taking his cock out of his breeches. She swore he was drooling.
Archer did the same, his eyes blazing with lust as he began to pull on his dick, too. She watched them, mesmerized. This was so raw and erotic.
She was lost again in these three men, and she didn’t even mind it this time. Their combined scents, plus the smells inside this room, brought back every moment of the night before. She wanted to experience all of that again, and so much more.
Roland’s lips grazed her skin, and she moaned. “You belong to us Chelsea. All of you.” He planted kisses up and down her neck until she was certain she’d simply melt into him. The other two approached, and Archer reached her first. He gazed into her eyes, and then Roland moved his hands as if the two had communicated without words.
Archer took her breasts into his hands and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Chelsea groaned loudly, and tipped her head back, closing her eyes. Roland’s hands moved to her ass, bare now since she’d refused to put on tights this morning in addition to the corset, and he smacked both cheeks hard this time. She pulled in a shaky breath, but not from pain. The arousal racing through her was crazy.
“Sit her down,” said Denver, his voice gruff. She opened her eyes to glance at him. He looked like he was ready to burst, and she loved it that he wasn’t taking a back seat to Roland and Archer this time.
Roland led her to the nearest chair and sat in it, then pulled her onto his lap, facing the room, but Denver shook his head. “Take her dress off.”
Roland chuckled and stood her up again, then made a show out of sliding the dress down every inch of her body, kissing as he went. Archer and Denver watched, pulling on their dicks again, and Chelsea was sure she was going to come. They didn’t need to work anything out. They had this all figured out, but simply didn’t realize it.
She was naked, on Roland’s lap, and the men were still dressed. She’d never experienced anything like this. It was like being in a movie but not a sleazy one. More like an erotic film, although she’d be hard-pressed to think of a comparative title right now if she had to. She could barely process this and they had only started.
Roland grasped her breasts again and kneaded them in his strong hands. The movement sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. Denver pulled a chair over and sat in front of her, then brushed his hands up and down her thighs, parting them as he did so. Archer stood next to her and pulled lazily on his cock, but it looked ready to burst. She wanted it inside her, but had the feeling the guys were going to play with her now and take their time.
Denver brushed his fingers over her pussy lips and grinned at her in a way that forced more moans from her. “You’re so wet for us, Chelsea.”
“I can’t help it, Sire. You each do this to me.”
“We’re so pleased by that,” said Archer. “To know you’re aroused this much by us.”
She smiled up at him. “And I feel the same way toward each of you. To know you find me this desirable makes me feel beautiful and sexy.”
Roland nuzzled her neck. “You are beautiful and sexy.”
“You really are,” said Archer.
Denver dove between her legs and licked her soaking wet pussy and her clit. She cried out in pleasure, and then when he pushed two fingers into her, she clenched her muscles around them and rode the waves of contractions racing through her body.
Roland chuckled, nuzzling her neck again. “Did we give you permission to come?”
His words, plus the tone of voice used to deliver them, sent delicious shivers up and down her spine. “No, Sire,” she whispered.
“Oh,” said Archer, a huge grin on his face. “You’re in very big trouble now.”