“You thought he’d call by now, huh?” Her friend Lucy said, watching Abigail work her way through another small bucket of double-choc.
She gave Lucy a sharp look. “You think I’m pathetic.”
Snatching the bucket and spoon from her hands Lucy looked into Abigail’s eyes. “I do not think that. If anyone is pathetic it’s Robert.”
Abigail reached for the bucket but Lucy skipped back and tossed it in the bin. “Honey, you didn’t do anything wrong. I mean it’s not like he laid all his past relationships out for you to sift through. You were nothing but honest.”
“Wow,” Abigail gushed. “I feel much better now!”
“Don’t be a bitch.” Lucy sat down and wrapped her arms around Abigail’s shoulders. “Men suck. They’re stupid, selfish and childish. You are beautiful and you’re good and you’re honest. If he can’t see those things then he can go fuck himself some vapid model who’ll spend all his money and fuck his friends.”
Abigail choked on laugh. “Do you speak to your mother with that mouth?”
Lucy was right. In her mind’s eyes she saw him walking out with some perfect blond bombshell. She pictured the necklace he’d given her hanging around the other woman’s throat and the thought shot red hot rage through her veins.
Assholes! Gareth didn’t even want her but that didn’t stop him sabotaging her new relationship. And Robert hadn’t even tried to be understanding.
Well to hell with them both!
“Abigail?” Lucy pulled back looking concerned but Abigail was passed caring.
She jumped to her feet and headed into her room slamming the door behind her. Ignoring Lucy’s knocking she yanked out her favourite red leather hip-huggers. A black tank-top and red pushup bra.
Dressed she inspected her reflection in the mirror. The pants were snug on her long legs and the bra made her tits stick out like bullets. She let her hair fall free and luscious around her face and applied plenty of eye-liner, mascara and scarlet lipstick.
Dressed to kill she strode out the door to meet Lucy. “I wanna dance,” she demanded.
Lucy flicked closed her phone and grinned wickedly looking her up and down. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
~*~*~*~
The club was dark and smoky, the flashing lights barely penetrating the gloom. The beat pumped up through her veins making her whole body thrum with the new pulse. This was a good idea. She needed to lose herself, just for a night. She needed release, release in the music, in the movement and hopefully in the arms of a man who could handle her.
Two shots of something burning and Abigail was ready to go. While Lucy flirted with the bar tender Abigail marched out into the middle of the dance floor and let go.
She didn’t recognize the song but the hard rhythmic beat was enough. The pulse on the floor was her pulse, the beat was her heart. The smell of sweat and perfume and sex filled her senses till she was drunk and raw moving to the music till she became the music. There was nothing else. One song bled into the next and the next.
A hard male body moved in behind her and she moved with him. His hands rested on her hips and she let him lead her, let him guide her swaying hips, his chest pressed warm and wide against her back. He smelt good, a mixture of spicy aftershave and male musk made her senses spring into action and her whole body heated with the closeness.
As they moved and swayed together the stranger’s hands slid up her body, feeling his way over her waist, ribs, stroking his fingers against the sensitive underside of her breasts. Abigail shivered and sighed, leaning back into him, losing herself in him.
He pulled her arms up high above her head, interlinking his fingers with hers and grinding the hard ridge of his cock against her bottom.
Another man moved in front of her, gripping her waist so she was sandwiched between them both. They moved and swayed, grinded and sighed together. Her pussy felt hot and drenched and her nipples pressed hard against her bra.
When the man in front leaned down to brush his lips against her ear she was ready.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said in a voice so husky it made arousal flood in hot waves through her whole body.
She nodded and the three of them walked together out. It wasn’t till they were standing in out in the cold night air that she actually looked at them. When she did her reaction was so impulsive there was no thought, no other reaction was possible.
“Robert!” The name escaped her lips in a breathless gasp of pure joy and she threw herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him over and over.
He met her kiss for kiss, laughing and smiling between each. “Sweetheart - I’m an idiot. Forgive me?”
She was too busy kissing him, his mouth, his cheek, his ear. “Shut up,” she muttered and kissed him again.
When she pulled back and set her feet back on the concrete it was only to be spun around to face Gareth. He was taller than Robert, wider. His hands gripped her shoulders before sliding up to cup her face before he swooped down and caught her mouth in a kiss so heated it sent thrilled of scorching desire right to her toes.
“Correction,” he murmured against her lips, flicking his tongue to taste her. “We are idiots. What you were offering me a year ago was beautiful and it terrified me. Then I saw you with Robert and...”
A car raced by honking its horn and breaking the spell. Abigail stepped back and looked from one man to the other. “What are you doing?”
“What do you want?” Gareth’s eyes were piercing, seeming to see into her soul.
His question made her pause. “Are – are you asking me to choose?”
Robert shook his head. “We’re asking you to come home with us.”
Gareth caressed the knuckles of his hand over her jaw. “Let us fuck you senseless, the way you deserve.”
The bottom dropped out of her hopes and she looked down at her feet. “So just one night?”
Robert raised her chin so she was looking him in the eyes. Gareth moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder, her cheek. Robert pressed a kiss to her forehead then dipped to brush his lips over hers. “You don’t get to where we are without having an open mind and a nack for problem solving.”
“We want you in our lives, Abigail,” Gareth murmured into her ear. “Tonight and every night we want you in our bed.”
“Tomorrow and every day we want you in our lives,” Robert finished.
~*~*~*~
Back at Robert and Gareth’s new shared apartment Abigail barely had time to take in all the lavish furniture and curtains before Gareth had her backed up against the wall. Hands planted either side of her shoulders he leaned in and took her lips; slow languid kisses showed that he was in no rush.
“The two of you have been enjoying straight vanilla sex for far too long,” he growled, eyes flashing. “Tonight we do it my way.”
His words stole the breath from her throat. “Yes, sir.” His lips brushed hers again, so gentle, soft they were barely touching and making her whole body tingle with anticipation. “Thank you for letting me keep Robert,” She said.
“I would give you anything, everything.” His reply shook her to the core.
The sound of Robert clearing his throat made Gareth grin, he turned his head, angling his shoulders to look back at him. “Sorry, brother.” He looked at Abigail then back at Robert. “Come, make our kitten here purr while I get some things from the closet.”
Gareth backed up and Robert eagerly took his position. Wrapping his arms around her waist he kissed her over and over. “I’ve missed you.”
“It’s been two weeks,” she whispered. “You never called me.” It was impossible to keep the hurt from her voice.
“I’m sorry, I needed to think and I needed to talk to my brother.” He shrugged. “In the end family is all we have.”
Abigail frowned but before she could ask anything else Gareth was there and pulling her towards the bed.
“Seriously, mate,” Gareth scolded his brother. “You were supposed to make her purr not make her want to slap you.”
He turned Abigail to face him and gripping her shoulders looking into her eyes. “Now, you, no more questions.” His voice was soft but his authority was clear and she nodded.
Caressing her cheek he said, “Good girl.” And she exhaled.
He threw a look at Robert then said, “You will listen to my voice and do as I say. You may speak only to answer yes or no. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
He nodded his approval then pulled a long silk blindfold from behind his back and tied it over her eyes. Abigail’s world shrouded into blackness and at once her other senses sprang to full attention. The smell of aftershave and musk, the sound of something being opened, some exchanging whispered words, her skin prickled with goosebumps as something cool brushed by, a draught maybe.
“Strip,” Gareth ordered then at her hesitation he added more loudly. “Now.”
Her hands fumbling a little, Abigail pulled the tank-top over her head and threw it to the side then unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, kicking them off her feet. The bra and panties were the last to go and as she stood naked and blindfolded there was no missing the mingled gasps of her two lovers as they practically devoured her with their eyes.
“Brother, bind her hands behind her back.”
She felt Robert take both her wrists and wrap a length of silk around them, binding her in place and forcing her breasts upwards and out more. She felt very exposed, more-so somehow being blindfolded.
“You remember your colours?” Gareth asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“’Course you do,” he cooed so close to her ear she could feel his hot breath. “You’re such a good girl.”
Robert’s fingertips were gently caressing up and down her bound arms, making her whole body thrum with latent energy. She wanted him to touch her more, inwardly begged but she did as she was told, kept her voice silent.
“Now listen to me,” Gareth’s voice was smooth like chocolate and so commanding it made her focus completely on him. “Only truth will be spoken in this room. Everything I say, everything Robert says will be completely true. And it goes without saying that when you are instructed to speak only the truth may leave your lips. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“There is no past and no future in this room, just now. Now is all that matters when we are together.”
An old hurt rose up and she blinked hard to push back the little sting at the top of her nose, warning her of possible tears.
He must have noticed because the next second he was gripping her arms hard enough to bruise and his voice growled gruffly against her ear. “Do not doubt for one second that the future doesn’t exist. It was a mistake to let you go, and one I will never make again. There is darkness in my past but never forget, never doubt that you are my future.”
Her breath hitched and a single tear managed to escape and slid down her cheek only to be intercepted and kissed away along with all her doubts.
“Do you trust me, Abigail?”
“Yes, sir.” Nothing but the truth.
His hand caressed her cheek, thumb dragging across her lips. A hand on her shoulder pushed down and she dropped to her knees. Lowering her head she waited for his instructions, submitting totally to her dominant.
The sounds of zips and cloth shifting told her that her two men were stripping of their clothing and it was all she could do not to sneak a peek. She knew from experience that they were beautiful, muscled and masculine. But she stayed in place, awaiting instruction. She knew this would make Gareth happy.
“Why didn’t you tell her you were a Dom,” Gareth addressed his brother.
She sensed that Robert shrugged. “It would have come up eventually. I think we were doing pretty well with the vanilla.”
Abigail smiled and Robert placed a firm but gentle hand on her head and stroked her hair affectionately.
“And you, Abigail,” Gareth continued. “You’ve kept this beautiful submissive part of yourself a secret for months from my brother. If you could see how beautiful you are to us, how much seeing you this way is arousing Robert you would agree that punishment is in order.”
Robert was on his knees beside her. “Gareth is right,” he said quietly, his mouth brushing her ear. “You have no idea how arousing it is to see you this way. I’m so hard, part of me wants to shove your thighs apart and fuck you right now.”
Her pussy clenched and flooded in response. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Robert’s voice held a new tenor. As a man he was strong-willed but friendly and easy. This new dominant side made his voice smooth, hard and she wanted nothing more than to obey and please that voice.
“I want you on all fours,” Robert said and with a hand on her shoulder he gently pushed her forward. One large hand stroked down her spine firmly, coming to rest on her tailbone.
“Our sexy little pet has been very bad, not sharing something so important.” Gareth said. “Spank that perfect creamy ass till she’s red and sore.”
Robert’s breathing got heavier in in the next breath he lifted his hand over her and smacked it down sharply onto the white cheek of her bottom.
Abigail gasped at the sudden sharp pain then the following warmth left behind. He smacked her again and again each sharp sting followed by more heat and a new flooding of her heavy pussy.
She lost count of how many times his hand came down on her burning bottom but when he stopped she almost protested.
“Spread your thighs.” Robert’s voice was thick and husky.
She did what she was told and was rewarded when his hand slid easily between her legs to cup her soaking pussy. Two fingers slid either side of her swollen clit and stroked back and forth over her sensitized flesh.
Her delighted gasp made him chuckle. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
His hand stilled. “Yes what?
“Yes, sir.”
His hand resumed and one long finger pressed at and filled her tight opening and she clenched around it eagerly. After all the incredible sex they’d been having since they first started, two weeks was a long time to go without and her body was screaming for a good hard orgasm.
Pre-empting her Gareth wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled sharply, making her gasp. “You will not cum till we’re both inside you, understand?”
She whimpered with need and her body screamed in outrage. God she was so close and just the thought of both her lovers inside her made her that much closer. “Yes, sir,” she managed between clenched teeth.
Focusing on her breathing, in and out, in and out, she forced her rising orgasm back even as her pussy contracted sweetly around Robert’s thrusting finger.
“Good girl,” Gareth whispered and rested a hand on the back of her neck, squeezing softly. A flood of warmth and pride washed through her body.
“Now open your mouth.”
She did as she was told and moaned when Gareth pushed the thick head of his cock between her lips. The silky tip slid over her tongue and the sheer size filled her mouth. With his hand gripping her hair he guided her mouth over him, thrusting shallowly. As best she could Abigail sucked and swirled her tongue around his length, loving his deep moans of pleasure that told her she was doing it right.
“Oh fuck, Abigail,” Gareth moaned, breathing roughly through his teeth. “I love your mouth.”
It wasn’t long before Gareth started shaking, dangerously close. He swore and gently pulled his cock free of her sucking mouth and she couldn’t hold back her proud smile of accomplishment.
“Robert,” he snapped. “There’s Lube in the draw, get it. I need to be in her now.”
With his hands on her shoulders, Gareth guided her up and moved in closer. Cupping her face he took her lips in a kiss so passionate her whole body trembled with desire.
“Would you like that, Abigail?” he murmured against her lips. “Would you like me to fuck you now?”
“God yes, sir,” she replied breathlessly. “May I touch you?”
He was quiet for a long moment and she felt her shoulders slump. Had she said the wrong thing? It had been so long since they’d been together, Abigail longed to feel the muscles of his arms under her hands, feel them flex as he came inside her.
Wordlessly he reached around her with rough hands untied the silk binding her wrists then he pulled the blindfold off her eyes. She blinked in the dim light for a second before he pulled her closer.
Timidly at first she reached out and ran her hand down one strong arm. Interlinking her fingers with his she brought his larger hand to her lips and kissed each knuckle.
Gareth’s breath hitched as he watched her do this. His other hand caressed her cheek, throat, shoulder. “Abigail,” the word was a prayer on his lips. “You make love with every action. How could I have let you go?”
“You’re here now and I’m yours,” she replied smiling at him, all the love she felt filling her eyes.
When Robert returned, kissing his hot lips over her shoulder she giggled then moaned when he found the spot where her throat and shoulder met, the spot that made her tingle. “And yours,” she added as Robert kissed his way up her throat.
Abigail had never been with two men before but somehow instinct just took over. She loved them both, differently but equally and wanted to please them both. With her right hand she ran her fingers down the centre of Gareth’s wide chest, down his tight abs and taunt abdomen till finally her fingers encircled his thick, rock hard cock. At the same time her other hand mirrored this action behind her on Robert’s body and with great concentration she stroked both cocks in perfect, sensual symmetry.
As she stroked Robert’s cock he was gently massaging her still tingling bottom. She let out a gasp of sheer desire when he started rubbing one lubed finger around her puckered hole.
“Do you think you can handle two men fucking your sweet body, Abigail?” Robert whispered, one finger slipping inside her soon becoming two.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. “Please, sir, fuck me.”
He groaned covering her hand with his and tightening the hold, forcing her to stroke him harder. “Again, say it again.”
“Please, sir,” she panted. “Fuck me, sir, please fuck me.”
Gareth snatched her hand away from his cock, shoved her thighs further apart and commanded, “Look at me.”
She did and flushed at the raw desire in his gaze, his eyes were nearly black and his chest was rising and falling as though he’d run a marathon. Gripping her thighs he positioned his cock against her soaking opening and, gaze never leaving hers, thrust inside bringing a primal groan from them both.
“Abigail, oh Abigail, my Abigail.” His words muffled against her throat were the sweetest heaven and she was lost in a haze of pride and love.
Gareth buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder and gripping the back of her thighs started pumping his thick cock in and out, long, deep, strong. It was too much. Gareth fucking her with long strong strokes while Robert kissed a hot, wet path up her spine.
“Take her ass, brother,” Gareth growled. “Our little kitty is getting close and I want her to feel us both before she cums.
“With pleasure,” Robert murmured into her ear before spreading her ass cheeks and slowly pressing forward.
Gareth held still, his cock a hot, thick rod inside her quivering pussy as Robert eased his own erection into her puckered hole. It was tight, she’d only had toys inside that passage before, but Robert was gentle, patient, as he rocked his shaft deeper and deeper, stretching her ass wide and groaning as he surged deeper.
“Oh, sir!” She cried out.
“Am I hurting you, Abby?” Robert asked, his voice cracking and his tone caught between pleasure and concern.
“Oh god yes!” She moaned and both her lovers chuckled kissing her shoulder, her mouth, her back her hair, anywhere they could reach as they took her body in long, deep strokes.
Resting one hand on Gareth’s arm and one on Robert’s Abigail let her head fall back against Robert’s shoulder and gave herself over completely to her lovers, letting them fuck her into oblivion.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Robert grunted, his fingers bruising her hips as he drove his cock in and in and in before dragging it out and out and out.
Robert reached around and slipped his fingers down between her and Gareth’s joined bodies, finding her swollen clit he pinched and stroked it the way she liked.
“Fuck yeah,” Gareth growled. “She’s getting all tight, like a vice around my prick every time you stroke her little clitty.”
“Don’t have to tell me,” Robert grunted. “She’s milking my dick with her tight little ass. Fuck... Not gonna last... So sweet.” He ground his cock as deep as it could go, making cracked cries of pleasure. “Love you, Abby... Love you so much...”
All at once everything tightened, her breath caught in her throat and her body clamped tightly around the two cocks filling her to capacity. And she was there.
Everything stopped, all ceased to exist except this moment, this feeling. Ecstasy bloomed, then rushed through her body in a wave of molten heat. She cried out with the intense sweetness of it.
Her lovers weren’t far behind. Gareth found his climax first, gripping her hips and pumping his cock, grunting and moaning his pleasure. Robert wasn’t far behind three hard thrusts and he cried out flooding her ass with his cum.
~*~*~*~
Sometime afterwards someone lifted Abigail and carried her to the bed and she lay sandwiched between Robert and Gareth warm and safe until her mind started working again.
Gareth noticed her frown and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Speak,” he said, his voice more gruff then commanding.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“Well I don’t know about my brother but I’m going to need a few minutes before I can go again.”
She slapped his shoulder. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Ah,” he leaned down and placed a kiss on her mouth. “Time for the talk.”
She nodded and Robert wound an arm around her middle. “You’re my family, Abigail and family will always come first with me.” he said and rested his chin on her shoulder. “You and Gareth. I would rather share you with my brother than lose either one of you.”
Gareth took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each knuckle before saying. “I’m yours, Abigail. I’ve been yours since the first time I saw you and I won’t lose you again. If that means sharing you with Robert, that’s a small price to pay.” He brought her hand and placed it against his chest so she could feel his heartbeat. “This is yours,” he said then pulled her hand down to his growing erection. “And this is definitely yours.”
She giggled and flushed.
“This apartment is huge, lots of rooms and space. You could have your own study to write in, we have a daily maid service. We could have a dungeon to play in and a bedroom for lovemaking and sleep.”
It sounded tempting but something still niggled at her. “I’m not sure I’d be alright with being a kept woman. I love you both but I need to feel...”
Robert placed a finger over her lips. “So buy a third of the apartment.”
Gareth nodded, “Robert and I brought this place outright together, you pay a third and it’ll be yours as much as ours. We can organize a lawyer to make the whole thing legitimate.”
Abigail looked from one to the other. They didn’t want to own her, they just wanted her with them. And they knew her so well, and accepted both her submissive nature and her need for control and independence. They loved her like nobody else ever had.
“You two have put a lot of thought into this,” she said.
“Yep,” Gareth and Robert said together making Abigail laugh.
She sighed, it was insane but at the same time everything inside her was singing with joy at the thought of being with Robert and Gareth. “How can I say no?”
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