him fuck Asher. Big muscles coated with sweat, he ran his hands over Asher's tight buttocks and gripped them, making Asher groan in response.
Harder now, the force of Asher pounding into her had her jerking her hips in an effort to meet their force. Asher pinned her hands over her head and said, "Come for me. Make that hot little pussy grip my cock. Give it to me."
Her submissive nature revealed in his words, she gave herself over to his order. Closing her eyes, she gripped him deep inside, her muscles clenching in anticipation. His grip on her wrists grew punishing and was the edge she needed.
Bliss, joy, and pleasure bordering on pain exploded within her as she did as Asher ordered and came with him fucking her hard.
"That's it, Princess," he said in a strangled groan.
Kent froze behind him and jerked his hips with quick snaps. His movements rocked through Asher and into her, drawing her orgasm out. She loved the thought of him feeling the same thing she was feeling, drowning in pleasure like she was.
Biting down on the mound of her breast, Asher swore softly and emptied himself into her. All she could do was moan and twist beneath him as his seed flooded her. This was a pleasure beyond anything she had ever imagined. A joy that was so good it should be illegal.
Kent sagged down onto the mattress next to her and rained kisses on both of their faces. Asher chuckled against her neck and gently pulled out of her. After placing a kiss on Asher's cheek, Kent got up from the bed, but she was too exhausted to even look where he was going.
A few minutes later, someone lifted her into his arms. Half opening her eyes, she watched Kent smile down at her. He carried her into the bathroom and beneath the spray of the shower. Asher joined them and with gentle fingers he soaped and rinsed her body.
Liquid and unresisting, she could barely stand as they quickly dried her with a thick towel. No words were spoken, but the tenderness of their touch said volumes.
At last, they all snuggled into bed in the pitch-dark room. Warm skin and the scent of soap wrapped around her and she felt the men kissing her shoulders.
"This was me, you know. No trigger," she murmured into the dark.
"We know," Asher said from in front of her.
"Thank you for being honest with me." Reaching up, she tried to cup both men's faces. "I'm totally addicted to you now."
Kent chuckled from behind her. "We should be thanking you." His teeth nibbled at her neck. "You never cease to amaze me."
An unwelcome thought brushed her mind and dampened her joy. "How are we going to clear my name? Not that I would mind spending the rest of my life in a cave with you, but I would really miss Godiva chocolates."
Asher toyed with her nipple, and she gave a lazy purr. "We have a plan. Tomorrow we are going to work on finding your trigger and breaking the suggestion."
"And if we don't find it, we'll have to fuck you senseless and hope that does the trick."
Sleep pulled her down and her voice was a thick mumble as she said, "Okay. Love you."
Silence deepened and both men whispered back, "We love you too."
Chapter Eight
"Why don't we get a dictionary?" Asher complained from the computer.
"Why don't you eat me?" Lalita snapped back and swallowed a yelp as Kent grabbed her and bit the side of her neck.
"I'd love to, but not until we find your trigger."
Still grumpy, she gave Kent a gentle elbow and returned to pacing the room. For the last four hours they had tried every word and word combination they could think of to trigger her. It didn't take Kent long to break the hypnotic suggestion that put her into a trance state, leaving her at the mercy of whoever commanded her. Now the phrase, “Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase” would only make her think of pottery. They even went through the whole “I am the lock--I am the key” thing and the words didn't send her into any kind of trance.
Now they were focusing on breaking the hypnotic suggestion that
Harder now, the force of Asher pounding into her had her jerking her hips in an effort to meet their force. Asher pinned her hands over her head and said, "Come for me. Make that hot little pussy grip my cock. Give it to me."
Her submissive nature revealed in his words, she gave herself over to his order. Closing her eyes, she gripped him deep inside, her muscles clenching in anticipation. His grip on her wrists grew punishing and was the edge she needed.
Bliss, joy, and pleasure bordering on pain exploded within her as she did as Asher ordered and came with him fucking her hard.
"That's it, Princess," he said in a strangled groan.
Kent froze behind him and jerked his hips with quick snaps. His movements rocked through Asher and into her, drawing her orgasm out. She loved the thought of him feeling the same thing she was feeling, drowning in pleasure like she was.
Biting down on the mound of her breast, Asher swore softly and emptied himself into her. All she could do was moan and twist beneath him as his seed flooded her. This was a pleasure beyond anything she had ever imagined. A joy that was so good it should be illegal.
Kent sagged down onto the mattress next to her and rained kisses on both of their faces. Asher chuckled against her neck and gently pulled out of her. After placing a kiss on Asher's cheek, Kent got up from the bed, but she was too exhausted to even look where he was going.
A few minutes later, someone lifted her into his arms. Half opening her eyes, she watched Kent smile down at her. He carried her into the bathroom and beneath the spray of the shower. Asher joined them and with gentle fingers he soaped and rinsed her body.
Liquid and unresisting, she could barely stand as they quickly dried her with a thick towel. No words were spoken, but the tenderness of their touch said volumes.
At last, they all snuggled into bed in the pitch-dark room. Warm skin and the scent of soap wrapped around her and she felt the men kissing her shoulders.
"This was me, you know. No trigger," she murmured into the dark.
"We know," Asher said from in front of her.
"Thank you for being honest with me." Reaching up, she tried to cup both men's faces. "I'm totally addicted to you now."
Kent chuckled from behind her. "We should be thanking you." His teeth nibbled at her neck. "You never cease to amaze me."
An unwelcome thought brushed her mind and dampened her joy. "How are we going to clear my name? Not that I would mind spending the rest of my life in a cave with you, but I would really miss Godiva chocolates."
Asher toyed with her nipple, and she gave a lazy purr. "We have a plan. Tomorrow we are going to work on finding your trigger and breaking the suggestion."
"And if we don't find it, we'll have to fuck you senseless and hope that does the trick."
Sleep pulled her down and her voice was a thick mumble as she said, "Okay. Love you."
Silence deepened and both men whispered back, "We love you too."
Chapter Eight
"Why don't we get a dictionary?" Asher complained from the computer.
"Why don't you eat me?" Lalita snapped back and swallowed a yelp as Kent grabbed her and bit the side of her neck.
"I'd love to, but not until we find your trigger."
Still grumpy, she gave Kent a gentle elbow and returned to pacing the room. For the last four hours they had tried every word and word combination they could think of to trigger her. It didn't take Kent long to break the hypnotic suggestion that put her into a trance state, leaving her at the mercy of whoever commanded her. Now the phrase, “Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase” would only make her think of pottery. They even went through the whole “I am the lock--I am the key” thing and the words didn't send her into any kind of trance.
Now they were focusing on breaking the hypnotic suggestion that
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