Broken Princess (The Bianchi Chronicles Book 1), page 21
The way Nico owns Benedict is not threatening. It’s loving and nurturing. You can see from the look of ecstasy on Benny’s face that Nico is giving him everything that he wants. He’s satisfied and safe in the arms of the man he loves.
The idea that pain can bring any kind of pleasure shouldn’t be making me feel these things. But I can’t look away, and I slip my hands beneath the waistband of my sweats, easing my fingers under the boxer briefs I borrowed. I run my fingers through the evidence of exactly how much I enjoy what they’re doing. I’m not just wet, I’m dripping.
As Nico fucks two fingers into Benny’s ass on the screen, I slide two of mine through my folds, teasing my entrance before thrusting them into my pussy in time with them. I can’t help but cry out at the intrusion. Even though it’s my hand, it feels like it’s at someone else’s command. I match my pumps to Nico’s and when he adds a third finger—so do I.
I circle my clit, making sure to catch the sensitive bundle of nerves in just the right way while savouring the burn of my fingers stretching me. It feels like it’s too much. I can hear my breath coming in heaving gulps, feel my pulse racing and my blood pumping while my orgasm threatens to erupt. My sounds mix with theirs and as I close my eyes, it’s almost like they’re here with me.
“You don’t have my permission to come. What are the magic words, my pretty little whore?”
My breath stutters, but my hand doesn’t stop. I open my eyes to watch as both Benny and I say together, “Please, sir. Please let me come.”
Nico smiles as Benny’s pleas wash over him and he keens into them like a cat being petted. His sense of satisfaction is tangible in that moment. He speeds up his merciless pounding and I see the slight twist of his wrist that wrings out screams of rapture from Benny. I change rhythm to match and curl my fingers, skimming against my G-spot and I join him, crying out in desperation. Trying so hard not to come.
From somewhere that feels like miles away in my rapturous haze, I hear a voice say, “Come for me.”
I shatter. And I don’t stop.
Ripples of pleasure oscillate along my spine. My cunt throbs around my fingers, and it feels wanton, and filthy, and euphoric. I’m lost in a trance of post-orgasmic bliss, but I slowly drift back to myself. I start to pull my hand back, tempted to taste myself. Slowly, I draw my hand to my lips when I hear a voice. “Uh-uh-uh. That’s not your orgasm to savour, phoenix.”
I gasp and open my eyes to find Nico in the doorway. His eyes laser focussed on me as he stalks across the room and gently encircles my wrist, cuffing it with his vast grip, and brings my fingers to his lips.
He hesitates and asks, “Yes or no, Aurora?”
I know what he’s asking, and right now, in this moment, it’s the easiest fucking answer.
“Yes.”
He sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean and all I can do is moan out my response as his tongue draws out breathless pleas and desperate whimpers.
“You’re ours now,” is all he says before he lifts me off the stool and sweeps me into his arms. I can’t help but nuzzle into him, and the combined scent of Nico and Benny envelops me. As we get to the hallway, I see Sinclair coming down the stairs and panic. Not thirty-minutes ago we were discussing what happened with us, how we’d take it slow and that there was no pressure and now I’m slung over Nico’s shoulder. He must hate me.
I can’t bear to make eye contact, so scared of what I’ll see in his expression when he meets my eye. These men have pledged to help me. They saved me, and here I am, flitting about from one to the other like a disloyal slut.
His footsteps get closer and Nico stops so he can catch up. He hooks a finger under my chin, kisses me softly, and I’m too stunned to kiss him back.
“That won’t do, hummingbird. You can do better than that.”
I open my eyes and see his warm smile and it fills every corner of my soul, casting light into the darkest corners where all my fears hide. I kiss him back and revel in the feeling of adoration. Breaking the kiss, my eyes search his golden irises for what this means. Why isn’t he stopping us?
“I care about you, colibrì. But you should have figured it out by now that we all care about you.” He smiles, and he only confuses me further. Canting his head, he strokes my cheek. “You have nothing to worry about. I am not threatened by my brother’s feelings for you. What I said earlier still stands. I want you. You will set the pace of whatever this is between us, and we’ll see where this goes.” I’m still baffled by his reaction. That he’s not screaming at finding me in Nico’s arms.
Nico finally breaks his silence, “You may need to have a similar conversation with all of us, phoenix. All of us want you.”
Sinclair chuckles and steals a kiss before I can open my mouth to ask them… I don’t know… something. What the fuck is going on? I’m so confused.
“I’ll see you in the morning, colibrì. Have fun.” He’s gone before my brain reboots from the short circuit it seems to be experiencing.
“What just happened?” I ask.
Nico continues on his way and, with his free shoulder, pushes open the interrogation room.
“Well, phoenix, I believe Sinclair gave us his blessing to play together. And considering you just spent the last half hour getting yourself off to a live sex show without our consent, I would say you need to be punished.”
I’ve definitely died and gone to some sort of kink-based hell where the objects of my desire torture me with promises they will never keep.
“You involved yourself in our dynamic without our consent and worse than that, you denied my Bambi his orgasm by interrupting us. What do you have to say for yourself?”
I have no idea what comes over me, but after witnessing the bliss on Benny’s face, hearing the stern tone that Nico chastises me with, I fall to my knees, sit back on my haunches, drop my hands to my lap and avert my eyes to the floor.
“I’m sorry.”
I hear Benedict gasp, and I feel both of their eyes on me now.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he corrects.
Holy fuck, I feel my pussy gush as his words awaken something in me I’m terrified to lean into. “I’m sorry, s—”
“Wait,” he interrupts, his expression softening. “Look at me, Aurora. It’s not right to demand a title when we have not discussed how we—how this—dynamic works. Benny, you’re going to have to wait a little longer. Come here.”
Benny comes to his side, naked and hard. I don’t know where to look, so I end up studying my hands. Nico chuckles and unties Benny’s arms and sends him to put his jeans back on. This should help, but they’re both still shirtless and that’s doing nothing to curb the debauched thoughts racing around my head.
I want them both—them all. I want them and Sinclair. Maybe I am a whore.
Before I can follow that train of thought any further, I’m being lifted again, cradled to his chest as he sits back in the same chair Benny was flogged over. His corded muscles are covered with a tantalising sheen of sweat that is begging to be licked clean, but I tamp down that urge—for now. He turns me so my back is to his front and his lips dust the shell of my ear.
“Let me explain, phoenix. Bambi, on your knees.”
Watching Benny obey Nico is intoxicating. It makes my body come alive and thrum with need. I’m wracked with jealousy as Benny falls to his knees before us.
“Benedict and I explore each other through a power exchange dynamic. He is submissive to me, and I am his dominant.” Nico raises a hand and strokes along Benny’s jawline, making me bite my cheek. “We’ve customised our dynamic to suit what we need and based on our hard limits. Everything we explore is with explicit consent. But we’ve been together for years. I know exactly what Benedict’s limits are.”
His hand drops to my hip, and his gentle squeeze triggers me to lean back into him.
“We use the traffic light system and I check in throughout a scene. Green for happy to continue, yellow to slow down or when approaching a limit, and red for stop. If I hear red, everything stops immediately. Do you understand?”
I nod my head, but he hooks a crooked finger under my chin and chastises, “Uh-uh-uh, phoenix. You want to play, then we’ll play. But I need your words.”
I want to reply to him, but he runs his lips down the slope of my neck and words escape me.
Each word out of his mouth is punctuated by a gentle kiss across my collarbone. “Use. Your. Words.”
“Ye-Yes, sir.”
I can sense his smile from his tone. “Good girl.”
His words elicit a response that cascades through my whole body. A shiver of excitement rolls through my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake and makes me squeeze my thighs together as I feel his cock straining beneath me.
“We need to know if you have any hard limits, Aurora.”
His words pull me back to reality and I think about it for a minute. I feel like I should be saying a lot of things in response to this question. I should be asking him not to hurt me. I should be asking him not to degrade me. I should be asking him to treat me with care. But that is not what I want from him—from either of them.
“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile.” My breathing becomes rapid as I let myself truly open up as I realise what I can’t tolerate. “Don’t call me, princess. Never restrain me and leave, never use denial of food or water as a punishment, and never…” I collect myself as I say the next part, “never use barbed wire as a restraint.”
I can feel Nico’s rage at my back, and see the fury in Benny’s eyes. They know every hard limit I have is born of Max’s abuse, but they remain calm. Benny nods, as Nico responds, “That leaves us with a lot to explore, phoenix. You sure about this?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You need to know that this is not a meaningless thing for us, Aurora.” I can see when Nico’s gaze finds Benny’s by the look of pure adoration in his eyes. “Tell her, Bambi.”
Benny speaks at his sir’s command, “We care for you, and together we want to show you how we want to cherish you.”
“Together,” is all I can muster, as reality is finally sinking in that these two men want me. They want to share me.
“Together, Rory.” With a nod from Nico, releasing him from his submissive pose, he rises off his haunches to level his gaze at me. No longer giving off an air of submission, his voice alters to a more commanding tone. “And you need to know that while I submit to Nico—you, I want to possess, body and soul.”
I have no time to process his words before he unleashes himself and steals a kiss from me. Benedict’s tongue caresses the seam of my lips, demanding my surrender. Every rational thought in my brain evaporates under the onslaught of Benny’s attentions. Nico’s hand returns to my hip, stroking tender circles and causing me to grind down on his lap.
Nico runs his fingers back up my spine and his touch evolves from reverent to unforgiving as he fists my hair and pulls back. It’s then I realise he has Benny in a similar grip, drawing out the most sinful noises from him.
“There’s still the matter of your punishment, Aurora. Watching us without our consent, robbing Benedict of the opportunity to come. That can’t go unpunished.”
They seem to communicate with each other on a telepathic level because, without words, Benny takes my hand and pulls me off Nico’s lap, only to pull me back down again, encouraging me to lie down over his lap. Benny kneels behind me and pulls down my sweats and underwear, leaving me ass up with my pussy on display to both of them.
Instead of feeling the quick sting of a palm across my cheeks, I hear tutting. “What’s this, Aurora?” I feel his fingers tracing patterns across my skin.
“It seems someone has already punished you. What did you do to get these?”
A smile warms my face as I remember how Sinclair peppered my ass with handprints last night.
“I didn’t do as I was told, sir.”
“Well, well, well. Sinclair is a dark horse,” Benedict says as I feel his hand join Nico’s in its exploration of my prior punishments.
“I didn’t realise that he’d left marks.”
“Only a few,” Nico says. His timbre low—barely audible. “But they’re stunning on you.”
I should feel self-conscious that Nico is witnessing another man’s mark on my flesh, but I’m oddly proud. For once, the marks I bear are not a shameful representation of my failures. They’re an expression of the care someone showed me. And it makes me feel glorious.
Pulling me back to the moment, the full weight of Nico’s hand lands on the curve of my ass, forcing a yelp from my lips. As the sting fades and he draws his hand back, I’m startled by a bite at the top of my thigh. Benedict strips off the clothes bunching at my knees and encourages me to spread my legs.
Nico continues his sharp smacks, and my cries of pain morph into moans of pleasure. Nico soothes the sting of his punishments by massaging my ample curves, and it serves as a distraction while Benny lowers himself on his back between my legs and then steals my breath as his tongue finds my clit. He wraps his hands around the top of my thighs, and spreads me wide for Nico, whose palm now lands across my pussy.
The sound that escapes my lips is somewhere between a whimper and a wail. I’ve never felt anything like it. The pain radiates through my cunt and leaves me throbbing while Benny’s tongue relentlessly builds my orgasm.
“Colour, Aurora,” whispers Nico, tantalisingly close to my ear.
“Green, sir. Oh, so very green,” I ramble, lost in the sensations that are assaulting me.
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment far too much. Poor Benedict has had to wait so long to come.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I force out and then whine as Benedict’s head disappears from between my legs.
“I could come from the taste of her alone.” Benedict walks around Nico and pulls my head up and off his lap. Tugging down his zipper, he pulls out his cock, and I salivate at the prospect of running my tongue along the veins and ridges of his length. “Look how hard you’ve made me, how my cock weeps at the taste of you.”
His pre-cum beading and falling to the floor makes me lick my lips, eager to taste him, but he pulls back. “Ah-ah-ah, temptress. You don’t get to play with my dick until sir gives you permission.”
“Please, sir.”
Nico pulls me up and turns me, sitting me back on his lap facing outwards, legs held wide outside his. It’s now that I realise I’m still wearing my shirt and I pull at the neck, feeling wildly overheated. Nico frees me from it, throwing it to the side, and I sink back into his torso, completely content to be at his mercy.
One hand moves to my pussy and the other grabs my hair, but instead of pulling me back into him, Nico pushes me down. Forcing me to fold at my hips, his elbow at my back flattens my spine and his grip elongates my neck, leaving my mouth wide open and waiting for Benny. Presenting my throat to him.
“Don’t squander my gift, Bambi. Fuck our filthy little fucktoy’s face and paint her with your cum.”
His words are so degrading, but they ignite a desire within me that makes me want to be a vessel for their pleasure any way I can. Benny’s glistening crown pushes past my lips and slides over my tongue at the same time as two of Nico’s thick fingers push past my sopping entrance and impale me.
My incoherent groans vibrate along the steely shaft, stroking the back of my throat. I swallow and hollow my cheeks, enveloping his crown and holding him tight in my mouth.
“Holy fuck, I won’t last, Jesus Christ, Aurora. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop,” Benny snarls, losing all control, pistoning erratically and fucking my throat with abandon. He is at my mercy and the feeling is intoxicating. Every swirl and flick of my tongue over his crown draws out wild and incoherent cries.
“I didn’t say you could come yet, Bambi,” Nico warns.
“Please, may I come, sir?”
“When she comes, you can come.” As the words leave Nico’s lips, he stills his hand inside me, and I protest the loss of stimulation with a muffled whine. Benny halts his thrusts, attempting to stave off his orgasm. “Keep his cock warm, Aurora.”
Nico releases my hair and strokes gently down my spine and reaches around to toy with my clit, and then pauses. I try my best not to protest, but my mewl betrays my desperation.
“You’re both doing so well. Such obedient little cock-whores.” I can’t figure out which I like more, Nico’s praise or degradation. Both settle over me like a blanket and warm me from the inside out.
The minute my body relaxes, Nico restarts his assault on my cunt, fucking the fingers of one hand into me in long languid strokes, while the others tease my clit in little circles that rip my orgasm from me in seconds. Benny reaches with both hands, twining thick tendrils of my hair between his fingers, taking control and fucking my face. He bottoms out in my throat and I swallow around him.
He is undone, and I am destroyed.
Pulling out, he grips his shaft hard to buy himself the second he needs to command me. “Fucking hell. Open your mouth and hold out your tongue.”
I obey and he runs the head of his cock over my lips before pumping his straining cock and erupting on my tongue. He comes in thick ropes that try to escape from my swollen lips.
“Do not swallow,” he commands before falling to his knees before us.
I am lost in a head space I did not know existed, but from somewhere Nico’s rough growl and firm grip of my jaw keep me grounded in reality as he demands, “Give me what’s mine.”
His meaning is lost to me until he turns my face to his, and lips find mine. His tongue teases my mouth open and he takes his prize. Our tongues dance together as he claims Benny’s cum, leaving me a boneless mess of limbs held together only by Nico’s powerful arms.
He lets me up for air long enough to catch Benny’s gaze. “Such a good fucking boy.”
He then taps my thigh and Benny shuffles forward, stopping at our feet and laying his head down to rest on my thigh.
“Thank you, sir,” I say as an abundance of emotion courses through me, but before I can begin to process it, I am consumed by exhaustion and sleep takes me.
