Adria pressed her legs together. She was soaking.
Standing, Kaydon plunged into Seth, and the two rocked together. Adria could see Seth physically shaking with pleasure.
The sight was beautiful.
They were so different in size, yet they fit perfectly together.
“You’ve pleased me, stud. You can come.”
Seth cried out as Kaydon wrapped his massive arms around him, hauling him upright so his back pressed against his chest.
Adria imagined standing in front of them, her legs spread, Seth plunging into her as Kaydon fucked him from behind—the force of Kaydon’s massive thighs driving Seth deeper inside her.
She shook off the thought, looking away from the scene.
Pull yourself together.You do not sleep with your submissives.
She never had, and she never would.
It opened too many doors.
Besides, these three were a means to an end—nothing more.
Kaydon convulsed behind Seth, the release from weeks without coming hitting him hard.
Adria could feel the tension in the room draining from everyone—except her, and the person kneeling at her feet.
Moving her gaze to Bryson, she knelt down so only he could hear.
“Your brothers are mine now. For the next year, they fuck when I say,howI say.”
He swallowed hard, possibly for the first time, allowing the gravity of the situation to hit him. Bryson had a reputation for being caviler. Live free die young type. Sometimes she felt bad about breaking Seth and Kaydon, but she didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for Bryson.
Standing, Adria pressed the tip of her shoe into his no-doubt painful erection.
“And they come when I say.”
Bryson squeezed his eyes shut. Adria tried to ignore the tingle that went up her spine.
She pressed a little more, knowing the pain would help the message sink in.
“If you want to take part at all, you will fall in line.”
Her entire body thrummed when she heard his teeth clack together, no doubt trying to stifle a cry of pain. She was completely in tune. Like a well-worn pair of shoes, hurting him fit surprisingly well.
“All right, boys, clean up and meet me in the dining room,” she said.
Kaydon had collapsed over a quivering Seth.
“Sadly, our star guest won’t be joining us.”
Adria moved across the room.
“Oh, and Kaydon, our guest feels the floors are unsanitary. I expect you and Seth to do a better job cleaning them tomorrow.”
Kaydon ground his teeth together, shooting a glare at Bryson.
They didn’t care for her. Of course not. But she had used their sexuality, and their desires, against them.