“Oh, you snore,” Mr. Snowden confirmed, turning me so that I was facing him.
And then his lips were on mine while Mr. Parker’s cock pressed against my lower back.
The kiss didn’t last nearly long enough before both men took a step back.
“I think we should wash her up,” Mr. Parker said. “Then take her into the bedroom, tie her down, and have our wicked way with her.”
My heart thumped painfully hard against my chest as excitement shot through my nervous system.
“Do you like that idea, little rebel?” he asked, reaching up and pinching both of my nipples at the same time.
“Yes,” I squeaked as pain mixed with the excitement and my body prepared itself for what they were offering.
Ten minutes later, after the most seductive shower I’d ever experienced, they did exactly as they promised. At Mr. Parker’s instruction, Mr. Snowden restrained me to the bed, using straps he produced from under the mattress. Obviously this wasn’t something new for them.
Rather than let me be flat on my back, Mr. Snowden propped several pillows beneath my back and head, propping me up, then spreading my legs wide and securing them to the restraints at the bottom of the bed.
“Ah, yes. Very pretty,” Mr. Parker noted, standing beside the bed, completely naked as his heated gaze traveled over me. “You stay just like that and we’ll be back shortly.”
Mr. Parker motioned for Mr. Snowden to follow and they left me alone, naked and restrained.
Figuring this was some sort of test, I relaxed into the bed, listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen. It sounded as though they were making breakfast. Oddly enough, my stomach rumbled from the thought of food and I smiled.
Based on the bedside clock, a solid half hour passed before I heard footsteps coming toward the bedroom. Mr. Snowden appeared with a tray of food, which he set on the bedside table. I watched him closely, admiring his naked form. He seemed completely comfortable sans clothing, and I had to admit, it was a good look for him.
“Are you hungry, precious?” His smile was wicked.
“I’m always hungry,” I told him, ensuring he heard the innuendo.
Mr. Parker appeared carrying a tray, but this one only held honey, chocolate syrup, and some sort of jam or jelly. I couldn’t tell. He set his tray on the opposite bedside table and then Mr. Snowden knelt on the mattress while Mr. Parker opened a drawer and retrieved a plastic-wrapped item.
“We thought we would enjoy our breakfast this morning,” he said mischievously, turning toward me and holding up what appeared to be a small, thin dildo.
My skin tingled and my nipples pebbled as naughty thoughts flittered through my mind.
“Shift her ass down a little,” Mr. Parker instructed.
With firm hands on my hips, Mr. Snowden pulled me toward the end of the bed, which allowed some slack in the restraints on my ankles.
“Prop her knees up and hold them open.”
Fully on display when he did this, I stared at Mr. Parker as he opened the item in his hand, then pulled a small tube of what I assumed was lubrication out of another drawer. He obviously realized how intrigued I was because he took his time lubing up the toy before he, too, joined us on the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.
“Relax for me, little rebel.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible. As turned on as I was, I doubted there was anything he could do that would hurt me. I was eager and waiting, desperate for them to do whatever they had planned for me.
He lowered the toy and I felt the cool lubricant glide over my anus. I sucked in a breath when I realized what his intention was.
“Don’t worry, precious. This is just for fun. It’s small and narrow. It shouldn’t hurt.”
That was easy for him to say. While I wasn’t opposed to anal sex, it had been a really long time since I’d had anything thrust into my ass.
Still, I was smiling, encouraging them to continue.
Mr. Parker prodded my ass with the toy, then gently eased it inside me. I had to relax, as he’d instructed, to alleviate the sharp bite of pain that ripped through me.
“We’ve got plenty in store for you, pet. Enough to keep your mind off this.”
I doubted that, but I nodded, trying to allow my body to adjust to the intrusion. It took a few minutes, but the pain disappeared and only a small amount of fullness remained.
“Good girl,” Mr. Parker said, getting to his feet again. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
I nodded, watching him intently.
“Well, while my pup feeds you, I’m going to enjoy my breakfast.”
He held up the bottle of honey as he moved around to the end of the bed once more.
“Just remember, little rebel, you do not have permission to come.”
