STORY EXCERPT

Dakota tried to keep breathing. It was too much to take in at once. Sure, they were gorgeous, but this wasn’t an idyllic fairy tale where they had ridden up on white horses and would slay dragons to protect her. She was expected to have sex with these two, and it sounded like a permanent arrangement. Did she have no choice in this at all? “You’ve given me a great deal to think about.”

She was about to ask another question when the doors opened and the other servant who hadn’t been addressed by name pushed in a cart filled with food and drink. She wasn’t hungry at all now, but could certainly use something to drink. Although she wasn’t sure if asking for a bottle of wine and a straw would be considered appropriate.

“Thank you, Houston,” said Bramwell. “We’ll ring if we need anything else. Let us know when the rooms are ready.”

Houston bowed. “Of course, Sire.”

She waited until they were alone again. “Rooms?”

“Once we choose a woman from the other world,” said Kelton, “we move into a new suite with her. Most of the others who crossed over recently live close by, so you’ll have the chance to meet them and the princes who chose them.”

Bramwell filled a glass with liquid that resembled tea and handed it to her. “This is quite good. You’ll find the food and drink here taste very fresh compared to what you’re used to. Are you hungry?” He lifted the lid off a tureen, and the aroma of stew wafted from it. “Mmmm…venison. This smells great.”

She watched them both fill bowls with the stew, and then butter slices of bread, wondering how the hell they could be so calm about all this. Did they do it all the time?

“How many women have you two chosen?” Were there others living in this same suite or ones close by? Would she be expected to share her bed with more than these two men?

Kelton frowned. “Us? No one. We don’t do that. Only one woman, and it’s for life.”

Somewhat relieved, she gave him a tiny smile. “My mistake.” Dakota tasted the drink which was a cross between sweet tea and lemonade. It was quite tasty, actually, and she was thirsty, but she wasn’t sure about eating stew made from deer meat.

Bramwell started to spoon some into a bowl, but she shook her head. “Just bread for now, please.”

He gave her a molten look of lust that surprised her, but what shocked her more was her body’s reaction to his expression. Her pussy grew wet and a shiver ran down her back. She averted her gaze in the hopes he wouldn’t see it. She’d just met these two. How the hell did they expect her to simply accept this and have sex with them?

“You’ll need your strength,” said Bramwell. “You should have some stew.”

Had his voice been that deep and sexy before? She started to take a sip of the drink and then placed the glass on the cart. Had they drugged it? “No thanks. And I won’t need my strength for anything extracurricular.”

Taking several deep breaths, she stood. “Look, I appreciate all this. I really do. This place is…I don’t have words right now. And you two are very handsome and charming. Perfect gentlemen. Everything a prince should be. But I can’t stay here. I can’t be a…whatever I’m supposed to be to you two. I don’t even know you.”

Dakota eyed them both as they merely smiled at her. Their expressions weren’t smug, but neither did they give her any clue that they’d heard her, or were in agreement with her. She couldn’t figure out what they were thinking.

“I’d like to go back home now. Maybe I can visit another time? You know, when I’ve had a chance to digest all this.”

Kelton gave her a look of sympathy, which frightened her more than anything the pair had said so far. “Dakota, you don’t understand. The paintings only work one way. You can’t return to your world. This is your home now, with both of us.”

She shook her head and took a step back as her pulse raced, but the only thing behind her was the sofa. She plopped back down, because the same dizziness she’d felt before falling through the portrait was back. “What?”

“It’s okay,” said Bramwell, his face full of concern. He touched her arm and she drew strength from his warm hand. “You’re all right. Just breathe.” He held out the bowl again. “Please eat something. You’re safe, Dakota. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

She stared at the stew. “But you don’t understand. I can’t stay here with you. I have a home. I have a job. I have friends who will think I was kidnapped or died or something.”

“We understand that,” said Kelton.

“And I can’t have sex with you two. I don’t even know you.”

“But you will,” he said quietly. “Quite well. And we will know you, too. I assure you, we will make sure you enjoy the sex, and will never ask you to do anything you really don’t want to do.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring.” She hadn’t meant for her comment to come out so bitchy. “I’m sorry. I’m just overwhelmed right now.”

“What can we do to help?” asked Bramwell.

“Send me home.”

“We can’t do that.” His voice was soft, and when she looked deep into his dark eyes, she felt a little better. She had no clue why, but she had a premonition that they were telling the truth. They weren’t going to harm her. Dakota accepted the stew. At the very least, she should eat something. She was hungry now, and with some food in her stomach to keep her from becoming dizzy, she could plot a way to get out of here and find her way home.

ADULT EXCERPT

Once the cuffs were on, Kelton and Bramwell fitted rope through the loops in them and then turned her onto her stomach. They placed pillows under her head and her hips so her ass was up in the air, and then they tied the other ends of the rope to the bed posts. Her arms and legs were spread wide, but not to the point of discomfort.

“What do you think?” asked Bramwell. “Will you be all right like this for a while?”

“Oh, yes.” She could hardly breathe. This was so damn arousing, she couldn’t even think. Now she was completely at their mercy and would be forced to take whatever they gave her.

Their hands were all over her, and it amazed her that her body responded once again to their touch. It was such a heady, raw experience they gave her, and she absolutely loved it. They licked her and she tested her bonds just for fun. They were tight. She couldn’t move anything except her head, but Dakota didn’t mind. She wanted to be here.

When the ice brushed over her tender ass cheeks, she moaned loudly. “That feels so good, Sire.”

“I’ll bet it does.” Bramwell moved it to her pussy and she yelped a bit. It was cold, but the sensation was exquisite. He teased her clit and pussy lips with the ice until she was numb, and then he took a new one from the bowl and reached underneath to move it across her nipples.

“Oh…Oh, that feels different.”

“But do you like it?” asked Kelton, kissing her neck softly.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” Images of what the men in the painting had done flashed through her mind. Were they sure those portraits didn’t tell the future? Maybe the sorcerer could give them some insight into that.

Her entire body was both hot and cold, and she shivered from the ice, but she was so aroused that warmth spread through her limbs. She loved the competing sensations. They resumed kissing her and licking her, and now their touches were more urgent and directed.

“We’re going to fuck all your holes again,” said Bramwell. “So if you’re too sore in one of them and need another day or two before we put our cocks inside it, now would be the time to say so.”

“I’m fine, Sire, Thank you for asking.” Her heart gave an odd lurch at the concern they both showed her. She wasn’t here simply for them to use. They hadn’t lied about that.

She heard the sound of a condom, and then she turned her head to watch Bramwell pour oil onto his fingers. He caught her watching him and smiled tenderly. “You’re a lot of fun, Dakota. Thank you for this.”

“So are you, Sire. Both of you.” His cock looked ready to explode, and all she could think about was having it inside her again. Kelton moved toward her face, pulling on his dick. Bramwell inserted his fingers into her ass, gently stretching the walls, while she moaned and watched Kelton. These two men were so damn sexy she could hardly believe it.

As Bramwell slid his cock into her ass, Kelton moved closer to her face and she opened her mouth without him having to ask. Both men groaned as he slipped his dick inside. They fucked her slowly, lazily, as though they had all the time in the world. And they did. What else did these two have to do, after all? And now her life was that carefree, too. She could become very, very used to this.

Dakota’s pussy contracted in tiny spasms as they continued, and all she could do was let the emotions wash over her. She’d never imagined anything like this in real life. This was the stuff of fiction, but she was here. This was happening, and she didn’t want it to end.

When both men withdrew, Kelton put on a condom and Bramwell changed his. He and Kelton adjusted the ropes and her cuffs until they had her restrained on her side with both arms overhead and tied to the headboard. One leg was tied to the bed post, and the other was suspended straight up and tied to the underside of the canopy.

She watched all this with a smile on her face, loving the way they took it so seriously but, at the time same time, were mindful of her comfort. “Well, this is interesting.”

Kelton kissed her. “We want to try something. If you don’t like it, all you have to do is say so and we’ll stop.”

“Sire, you two haven’t done one thing to me yet that I don’t like. Go for it.”

They chuckled and Bramwell nodded. “All right, then. Our girl is adventurous. I love that.”

Kelton moved behind her and inserted two fingers covered in oil into her ass, and Bramwell knelt in front of her hips. He teased her pussy lips with his finger, and she knew what they wanted to do. Her arousal went through the roof as Kelton gently slid his cock into her asshole from behind.

Bramwell lay on his side and slipped his dick into her pussy, slowly, letting her get used to the fullness. “Oh…oh, stars. This is fucking incredible. His dark eyes bored into hers. “Tell me you like this, sweetheart. Please…”

“I love it, Sire.”

“Praise be to all the stars in the heavens,” whispered Kelton. “I’ve never felt anything so perfect in my life. We’re doing this every day.”