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  “Then I thank the gods you did not,” Nat said in a thready vice. “For even I care not about the procreation, I swear my cock is in dire need to fuck you every which way I know and a few more besides. If you had spoiled that, I would never have forgiven you. I intend, my dear, to see you impaled between us, your skin flushed, your arse rosy and your juices coating all three of us as we show you heaven.” He paused. “Or hell. It will be up to you to decide which.”

  Sophia pondered his words. She took the bowl of water from Jasper with a swift word of thanks and soaked a soft cloth in it.

  “Why hell?” she asked him as she began to wipe around the wound. “I thought the idea was for all of us to reach paradise? You promised me that. Surely you are not going to renege on your words?” Would he realize she was trying to keep his mind off her ministrations? Jasper must have done, because he took up the tenor of the conversation.

  “So we did, love, and we will do. But there are those who say we are depraved and perverted. That to do what we intend to is wrong. I do not see it myself. What say you, Nat?”

  “Do not dismiss what you have not tried,” Nat said, his voice threaded with humor. “And I am with Jas on this. I want to be inside you, I care not where, and feel Jas on the other side. To fuck you long and hard, and to hear you come with us. You promised us twenty nights, and I for one want them all.”

  “As you are now?” Satisfied the wound was clean, Sophia began to bandage it. “There. You will live.”

  “I thank you, my lady,” Nat’s voice was ever stronger. “I knew ‘twas but a graze also, but to be able to suckle as I did, I would endure more.”

  Hmm, she wondered what would happen next. She had not forgotten her promise not to try and escape until she had tended to Nathaniel. That was now done, and Sophia had no intention of submitting in a meek and mild manner. Indeed she suspected the Thorne’s would be disappointed if she did. She stood up and looked at each of them. Now she needed to plot. Twenty nights was not to be thought of. I would not be able to walk, and neither would they. Berry and Ran would chop them into tiny bits and feed them to the animals in the Royal Exchange. She took heart in the fact that surely Hermione would look for her, even if it wasn’t until Sophia didn’t communicate about the troubles at Midwood. If there are indeed troubles. All this is too arranged to be a coincidence. Sophia decided not to show her hand and disclose she’d discovered their part in her travel plans. There was time for that later.

  “My lords, there is a delicate matter I need to attend to. I am chilled, and I need the facilities.” It was not a total lie. She did need the facilities, but the room was warm and her body on fire from the touches she had received and the images that flitted through her brain. However to try and leave the area, she needed something to cover herself. She may want all they had to offer, indeed she did want it, but she had to deplore the way they went about it. Even, she reminded herself, though secretly you enjoyed it all.

  Jasper shook himself as if to wake up. “Through the door over there. My apologies I should have thought of such things. You will not be disturbed, but, my love, I will not clothe you.”

  Damn him. “Untie my ankles?” she suggested. “To er facilitate my er..” There was no way she could continue.

  Jasper looked at her closely. It was as if he could read her mind.

  “Untie? No my lady, but I will allow you some leeway.” Deftly he stooped and lengthened the tie between her legs to around a foot in length. Then before she could stop him, her wrists were once more hobbled in a similar manner. “Until you vow not to try to leave, I will restrain you, love. You are ours and you know it. You need to be here with us and us with you. Only when you accept that can we live in freedom. Until then, I will keep you shackled either to us or to the bed. And I tell you now, Rose, we will all enjoy every second of it.”

  Sophia glared, her chest heaved, and try as she might she could not bring herself to be scared. Angry, excited, aroused—all of those things—but not scared. She knew they would not hurt her.

  “For twenty nights,” she pointed out.

  “Forever,” Nat said, his voice growing stronger with every minute. Sophia didn’t kid herself he would remain incapacitated for long. “Twenty will not be long enough, you’ll see.”

  “If I do not use the facilities I will see nothing,” she retorted. Not a very good reply, but all she could think of in the circumstances. She left the room as best she could with short steps that made her arse sway.

  “I look forward to tanning that arse soon,” she heard Nat say with satisfaction, as she shut the door behind her. So did she.

  The facilities were clean and spacious. Once she had relieved herself, Sophia did her best to tidy her hair. It was a losing battle and she left it to flow down her back. Carefully, she pulled some forward to cover her breasts. As she moved, her nipples peeked through the tresses and reminded her of the game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don’t.

  Ah well, I cannot help it if they titillate, I can’t do anything else.

  A quick perusal of the room showed her another door. She expected it to lead to some back stairs, to facilitate the servant’s entrance. To her annoyance it was locked. However, a brief look at the lock made her decide to secret a hair pin nearby. She would open it easily when she had more time. Once I have sampled what my men have to offer. Argh, I call them my men. She made a mental note not to do so in their presence. It would do no good to hand them any ammunition.

  Composed, she returned to the bedroom. Jasper, she presumed, had lit more candles and she was able to look around her with ease. What she saw made her eyes widen and her hands tremble. Why had she seen none of this before? Then she realized the screens that she’d thought were close up to the wall had in fact been shielding several items from view. Evidently Jasper now thought it was time to reveal them.

  Sophia tried not to show her interest, though it was piqued by the velvet, silk, and leather she glimpsed. Instead, after a quick glance from the corner of her eye, she stared at Jasper, who lay next to Nathaniel on the wide bed with a foot or so between them. Both were naked, their cocks proud and tall, stood out from their nest of curls. There seemed to be not one whit of difference between them. Their hair was identical in cut, and color, their physiques likewise. In the candlelight and with their eyelids lowered it was not possible to see the slight difference in the shade of their eyes. She let her gaze roam lower once more. Both pricks were long, hard, and thick. If it hadn’t been for the bandage showing white on Nathaniel’s arm, most people would have been hard pressed to tell who was who. A jolt of awareness struck her as she realized that she would always know which of her soon to be lovers was which. It had been the eyes, now it was a sense of them as individuals.

  They are people, two very special people and even in the dark I would be aware who was who. I know I would.

  “Come to the bed, Rose,” Nat commanded. “Kneel between us. And bend forward.”

  Sophia tilted her head to one side. She would do as he said. Her body prickled once more, and shards of desire bombarded her. However, she was not going to make it easy for them. With composure she didn’t feel, she walked toward them and awkwardly kneeled on the bed. Neither man offered to help her, not that she had expected them to. This she suspected was part of her initiation.

  “Wish you me to face you or wish you to see my back?” There was no way she could phrase that differently.

  Nathaniel gave a bark of laughter. “Oh, soon I will wish to see more than your back, my love. Your arse will be uppermost in presenting my way to heaven. But for now, we are working according to Jasper’s diktats.” Sophia glanced across at Jasper who gave his twin an infinitesimal wink. If she had not been looking closely she would have missed it. So they were as attuned as she thought. A streak of arousal as sharp as any knife ran through her and she shivered. This was it, at last she was to find out if all the stories she had heard whispered throughout the ton about their activities and desires were true—
or so she hoped.

  “Jasper?” she asked. “I await your pleasure.” Damn, again I do not think what all meanings my words may have. They of course did.

  “Oh, what a picture that paints,” Jasper said. “Are you willing to give yourself to us? To let us pleasure you, to treat you to all we know? It will be both a sweet and exciting loving, Rose. But once we have supped, I feel we will not be sated for many a night. Are you accepting of all this?”

  “You have twenty,” she snapped. Why could he just not touch her? Taste her juices and let her writhe beneath either one of their touches? “Though with my hands and legs bound so, I assume you do not want me to return the favor?”

  “Not yet, though I will loosen your legs. I wish to see you impaled on Nat, see you ride him. Make both of you hot, and ready for what comes next. So present your arse toward me and let me release your legs.”

  The thought of being spiked on Nathaniel’s throbbing prick made her juices gush. Sophia shuffled around to face Nat, and bend forward slightly to allow Jasper to reach her ties.

  The swat to her arse was as unexpected as it was sore. She yelped, as it was followed by another and then another. Tears came into her eyes and she struggled to sit upright. How dare he?

  Jasper’s hand caressed the burning flesh, and the pain became pleasure. Such exquisite gratification that when the next blow fell she panted, “Ah, yesss. Ah! Why?”

  “For this is us, Rose, this is part of our satisfaction. To see your arse redden, and see when the sting of pain becomes the sweet sting of ecstasy before we plunge into you. It’s what we desire to make us feel complete. If you do not agree, or wish us to stop, you need only say red and we will. If you are unsure, say orange, if you are happy and want more, then green is your response.”

  What? I have to remember color each time we are together?

  A harder swat spread molten lava through her as every inch of skin tingled.

  “Have you an answer, Rose?” Jasper’s finger teased her nether hole. In front of her, his eyes bright with anticipation, Nathaniel held her gaze.

  Somewhat awkwardly, Sophia leaned on her elbows, and bent ever forward to reach Nathaniel’s cock. With slow and, she hoped, sensual movements, she circled the tip with her tongue. His salty, musky, man-scent filled her senses. He groaned as his cock twitched its appreciation of her ministrations.

  “Ah, Rose, you had best say green, or I will die unfulfilled. If one short swirl of your tongue can bring such pleasure as it gave me, I have desperate need to experience what it will be like to be buried deep inside you.”

  She turned her head to look at Jasper and then back to Nat.

  The air was heavy with expectation as they waited for her answer.

  Chapter Five

  The minx is teasing us.

  Jasper did his best to keep his emotions hidden and present an impassive face to her. With the insight he had of Nat, he knew his twin thought as he did. They would not hold her to the bet if their ideas were abhorrent to her. They had to be open and honest about what they desired. He had seen her swift, interested glance toward the tables and furniture revealed when he removed the screens, and prayed it was more than casual. Now they would find out.

  “Well?” he prompted her. “Your answer?”

  “Show me,” she said simply.

  With a whoosh, he let out the breath he wasn’t conscious he’d suppressed and heard Nat do the same. “Both of us?” Jasper asked, determined there was to be no misunderstanding by any of them. “Together as well as alone?”

  “I fear I have more unusual tendencies than I knew, my lord. I wish to experience all both of you can offer me. So it seems I am agreeing to try whatever you desire, with the proviso I can cry off at anytime and you will honor my call.”

  “That goes without saying, Rose.”

  “Sophia.” She corrected him.

  Jasper shook his head and saw Nat roll his eyes. She was determined; so were they.

  “My love, we warned you. With us you will be Rose. It’s your given name; a beautiful name that conjures up such evocative pictures, my cock tightens when I say it. It is suited to the art of love. As we believe are you. Your eyes, your breasts, that delicious cunt all send out messages to us. Messages that say tease me, touch me, take me. We intend to.”

  She looked visibly shaken, her eyes were cloudy, her skin held a faint dusting of arousal, and she circled her lips with her tongue. There was no guile in the action; it was obvious it was an unconscious movement. The faint tremor that ran through her was almost unnoticeable.

  “Your color, Rose?”

  “You know ‘tis green. I have to feel you in me.” Her breasts heaved, each dusky nipple stood out proud. Begging for attention.

  “Then you shall.” With a sudden decision, Jasper untied her ankles. “Now can you climb over Nat? Impale yourself onto his cock. Are you wet enough to receive him?” He rubbed her wet curls as she moved, and shifted his hand forward to plunge one finger into her depths. She keened and tightened around it so well, he was hard pressed not to follow it up with two more.

  “You are ready, Rose, wet and wanting. How I envy Nat to feel your body wrap around his staff.” She threw him a look as she lifted one leg over Nat and sat on his thighs her bound hands held in front of her.

  “And I won’t”?” Sophia asked. “I thought I was to feel you both? Is it you crying red?”

  “She has you, Jas. Are you?” Nathaniel asked him, with a chuckle.

  She is playing into our hands. Does she realize it?

  “I had thought to initiate you gently, but I see perhaps I need not. It will be up to Nat, he is the one with an injury. We must not overtax him.”

  Nathaniel raised one elegant eyebrow. “Tis my arm that is injured, not my cock. I fail to see how Rose riding me and you her, will overtax me. Unless you call a climax as hard and long as I anticipate to be taxing?”

  Jasper shook his head. “Then let us show you a little of our paradise, Rose. Can you draw Nat into you?”

  The look she threw him would have shriveled the prick of a lesser man.

  “I may be older, but I am not in my dotage. Of course, having my hands as free as my legs would be an aid to my dexterity.”

  Why did he doubt that? Before he voiced his opinion, Nat spoke.

  “Ah, but sweet Rose, I wish to see you bound. It excites me. One day I will take you as you are bound by arms and legs to Jas, impaled on him also. For this our first loving, and because I only have one arm to use freely, Jas has decided we fuck like this.”

  Her eyes widened at his words. The tiny pulse in her neck beat out its interest. Jasper’s skin tightened and prickled as he watched her swallow. She was so responsive, his body reacted to each indication of her arousal with a prompt ferociousness that surprised him. They both wanted Rose, but just to what a degree he hadn’t realized until then.

  “Then, let us begin. As I am, I admit, slightly hindered, will you aid me by holding my cock up?” Jasper watched as with one swift glance in his direction, Sophia did as she was bidden. The sight of her astride his twin’s prick and lowering herself onto it, made his pre cum gather at the tip of his cock, and roll one drop at a time along his length. He stroked it over himself.

  Sophia sat upright, Nat buried inside her to his balls. The effort of not moving showed clearly on his face, and Jasper grimaced. So intent was he on the glorious sight, he had forgotten he was in charge.

  “Move on him, Rose, let Nat feel you. Tell me what you’re aware of, as I prepare myself for you.” He rubbed his juices over his rigid staff, and groaned. He was so hard he’d need to enter her with extra care, lest he hurt her. Always a careful lover, this time was the most important ever. With a blinding clarity, Jasper knew the moment was certain to define the rest of their lives.

  ***

  Rose lifted herself upward until Nathaniel’s cock almost left her body, and pushed down again, eager to feel the hard shaft fill her. One at a time her nipples were being teased
and pinched to the cusp of pain, but the spears of pleasure each nip sent to her cunt was glorious. She was on fire; the flames of passion filled her, made every nerve end tingle, and her scalp prickle. Never before had the act of receiving a cock inside her ignited her senses so. Each tiny movement sent messages of expectation, hope, and awareness through her. The fact her arms were bound together at the wrists added to her excitement. She had enough freedom of movement to touch each of Nat’s tiny nipples and give them the same treatment hers received.

  He groaned. “Ah, Rose, such delicious torment, you milk me so well that if Jas does not enter your arse soon, I’ll come before he does, and our initiation of you will be over before it begins.”

  Behind her Jasper laughed. “No coming from anyone until I give the word. And I am about to prepare our sweet Rose. Lift yourself a little, love.”

  Her breath quickened. This was it; she was to be impaled between two lovers. Inside her quim, Nathaniel moved slightly, just enough to ensure she knew of his presence. As if she could not. He filled her completely. Rose wondered how her body would stretch to accommodate them both.

  “Lean forward, I want your arse high, your cunt filled and your body extended.”

  “I can’t. I might hurt Nat.” Was that high breathy voice hers? “My hands are tied. I need to rest them on him, not around him.”

  “And I love it so,” Nat assured her. “You will not hurt me if you lean on my chest. You will hurt me if you do not immediately give Jas access to your arse. I wish to imagine him sliding into that tight secret passage, and feel you firm around him. To experience his balls on you as he moves, and for us to send you to oblivion as we fuck you to our joined pleasures.”

  The pictures he painted made her body splinter, even as tiny arrows of desire made her tremble. Red-hot molten lava filled her, and her heart throbbed so loud in her ears it was a wonder no one else remarked on it.