The morning river fog clung thick against the glass windows of the stone cottage, sealing the four of us inside a quiet world of our own.
The iron stove in the corner was still radiating a deep, steady heat, filling the room with the smell of dry oak wood and warm cotton.
I woke up stretched out across the middle of the mattress.
Vin was lying on his back beside me, one massive arm thrown over my waist, while Shawn was propped up on his elbow, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.
Lucian was sitting at the edge of the bed with his bare feet on the floor, holding a cup of hot water, his dark hair messy from sleep.
“You’re thinking about something,” Shawn said softly, his dark eyes watching me in the dim light.
I rolled onto my side, letting the heavy wool blanket slide down to my hips, leaving my chest bare in the cool air.
“I was thinking about how much time I wasted.” Lucian turned around, setting his mug on the floorboards.
“Wasted how?” “When I was locked in that house, I used to have these wild, crazy fantasies,” I admitted, my skin flushing warm as all three of them looked at me.
“I used to imagine what it would be like if I wasn’t just surviving.
I imagined being taken completely, tied up, used, and fucked until I couldn’t think or remember my own name.
A complete fantasy where I surrendered everything to men who actually wanted me.” A heavy silence settled over the bed, but it wasn’t cold.
It was thick with sudden, rising heat.
Shawn’s mouth curved into a slow, dark grin.
He reached over to his dark jacket resting on the wooden chair by the bed and pulled a long, thick black silk scarf out of the inner pocket.
“We have all day,” Shawn whispered, his voice turning rough and low.
“No phone calls, no meetings, and no city.
Tell us what you want, Lyra.” “I want all three of you,” I said, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“I want you to tie my hands.
I want you to use me until I can’t stand up.” Lucian’s eyes darkened instantly, his jaw tightening as he looked down at my bare body.
“You heard her,” he said to Vin.
Vin didn’t say a word.
He sat up, his massive frame looming over me on the mattress.
He grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms up over my head, and held them tight together while Shawn wrapped the black silk scarf around my wrists, knotting it firm against the wooden bed frame.
My hands were locked above my head, my bare chest arched high off the sheets, my heart beating fast against my ribs.
“Look at her,” Shawn rasped, his eyes dragging over my hard nipples and my bare, open thighs.
“She’s already dripping for us.” Lucian didn’t wait.
He shifted down the mattress, grabbing my knees and pulling my legs wide open.
He didn’t use soft, gentle licks.
He buried his face straight into my wet pussy, his tongue sliding deep into my slit, licking me clean from my opening all the way up to my swollen peak.
A loud, shameless moan burst out of my mouth, my hips jumping off the mattress.
“Lucian!
Oh, god!” Lucian licked me hard, his tongue working in fast, wet circles over my clitoris while he shoved two long fingers straight up inside my tight hole.
He pumped his fingers inside me fast, stretching me wide, his thumb pressing down hard against my peak while he ate me out like a starving man.
Before I could even catch my breath, Shawn moved up over my chest.
He unbuckled his pants, pulling his long, hard dick free.
He slapped the broad head of his shaft across my cheek before pushing his thick head straight past my lips, filling my mouth completely.
“Suck it, sweet girl,” Shawn growled, his hands gripping my hair as he started a deep, steady rhythm, sliding his hard dick down my throat while Lucian kept eating my wet pussy below.
I was completely trapped between them.
My hands were tied tight to the bed frame, Shawn was fucking my mouth with deep, rhythmic thrusts, and Lucian was pumping three fingers deep inside my pussy while his mouth worked my clitoris to a screaming frenzy.
Vin knelt right beside the bed, his big hands taking hold of my bare waist.
He didn’t wait for Lucian to finish.
He reached down, guiding his massive, thick shaft right to my wet opening while Lucian pulled his fingers out.
Vin pushed his huge dick straight inside me in one brutal, relentless stroke, burying his entire length flush against my hips.
I gagged around Shawn’s thick cock, a muffled scream tearing through my throat as Vin stretched my tight pussy to its absolute limit.
He was massive, his broad head hitting deep against my cervix, filling every single inch of me until there was no room left inside my body.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Vin grunted, his dark eyes burning as he grabbed my hips in his broad palms.
He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside me hard, his heavy pelvis cracking against my rear with a loud, wet thud.
The friction was wild and overwhelming.
Shawn was stroking his dick down my throat, his thumb pressing into my chin, while Vin pounded into my dripping pussy from below with a hard, relentless rhythm that made the heavy wooden bed shake against the floorboards.
Lucian moved up to my side, his hand coming down to grip my bare breast, squeezing the soft flesh hard while his thumb rolled over my stiff nipple.
He leaned down, his mouth catching the side of my neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark while Vin slammed into me over and over.
“Take it, Lyra,” Lucian growled against my skin, his fingers working my breast while Vin fucked me deeper and faster.
“Take every inch of him.” My inner walls tightened up hard around Vin’s thick shaft, my body completely overwhelmed by the double penetration of my mouth and pussy.
The intense pressure in my lower belly built up so fast I couldn’t breathe.
Vin felt my muscles clenching tight around his dick.
He didn’t slow down.
He picked up his pace, his heavy thrusts turning fast and brutal, pounding into my wet hole until the slick sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the whole quiet room.
My body snapped.
I came hard right on Vin’s cock, my inner muscles pulsing wildly around his thick head, my muffled cries echoing against Shawn’s dick as he shoved himself deep into my throat and let out a low groan, flooding my mouth with his warm, thick cum.
I swallowed every drop, my throat working fast as Shawn pulled his wet shaft out of my lips.
Vin didn’t stop.
He kept pounding into my soaking, pulsing pussy through my climax, driving himself deep five more times before letting out a guttural, animalistic roar.
He slammed himself all the way inside me, his body shaking violently as he pumped his hot, heavy load deep into my womb.
I lay on the bed, panting heavily, my hands still tied above my head, my body completely drenched in sweat and slick fluids.
“We’re not done with you yet, sweet girl,” Shawn purred, reaching up to untie the silk scarf from the bed frame.
He didn’t take the scarf off my wrists.
He kept my hands bound together, pulling me off the bed by my waist.
My legs were shaking so violently I could barely stand on the cold floorboards.
Lucian grabbed the back of my thigh, lifting my leg up and setting it over the wide, flat arm of the wooden armchair near the window.
He stood behind me, his long, thick dick fully erect, slick with my wetness.
“Look out the window, Lyra,” Lucian commanded, his voice dark and absolute.
He grabbed my hips and shoved his long shaft straight into my wet pussy from behind in one hard, unbroken stroke.
A sharp gasp left my mouth as he filled me up again.
The river was glowing under the morning light right outside the glass, completely open and wide, while Lucian pounded into me from behind with a fast, heavy beat.
Shawn dropped to his knees right in front of me, taking my bare breast into his mouth, sucking hard on my hard peak while his fingers reached down between my thighs to rub my swollen clitoris right where Lucian entered me.
Vin stepped up beside us, his hand gripping the back of my neck, his thumb pressing against my jaw as he pushed his hard, thick dick back into my mouth, letting me lick his warm head clean while Lucian fucked my soaking pussy from behind.
The sheer intensity of it was intoxicating.
I was being used completely, my mouth full of Vin’s cock, my pussy being pounded hard by Lucian, my chest being sucked by Shawn, my wrists bound in black silk.
It was every dark, wild fantasy I had ever dreamed about, playing out in real time in the middle of the quiet valley.
Lucian’s rhythm turned brutal, his long strokes hitting deep inside my core, driving me right back toward another explosive high.
He grabbed my hips tight, pulling me back onto his dick with every hard push until the room was filled with the loud, wet sound of us fucking.
“I’m coming again!” I tried to cry out around Vin’s cock, my hips bucking wildly against Lucian’s thighs.
Lucian didn’t hold back.
He slammed into me three more times, his long shaft hitting deep, and let out a dark growl as he flooded my already full pussy with a massive second release, his body shaking against my back.
When they finally let me down, my legs completely gave out.
Vin caught me in his broad arms, lifting my bare, exhausted body off the floor and carrying me back to the bed.
Shawn untied the silk scarf from my wrists, tossing it onto the floor, while Lucian pulled the heavy wool blanket over all four of us.
I lay in the center of the mattress, my skin warm, slick, and completely marked by their touch.
My body was thoroughly fucked, completely satisfied, and filled with their combined warmth.
Shawn pulled my head onto his chest, Lucian wrapped his arm tight over my waist, and Vin locked his heavy leg over mine, holding me pinned safely between them in the quiet stone cottage.
My fantasy was no longer a secret hidden in the dark.
It was my reality, and I was finally, completely free.