‘Say yes, Clare’, he said. I wanted to scream at him that I couldn’t, that it was wrong, that I couldn’t fuck two brothers in the one night, that I didn’t even know him, and what the hell was he doing restraining me in his bed and threatening to fuck me with the rigid pole he was shoving against my backside?
When Clare’s boyfriend abandons her with his brothers for Christmas, she doesn’t expect to spend Christmas Day in a MMM/f gangbang with his two brothers and their best friend. ‘Capturing Clare’ is a novel for sale on Smashwords and All These Roadworks. To start at the beginning, Chapter 1 of ‘Capturing Clare’ is here.
Capturing Clare: Chapter 5
‘Yes,’ I murmured, moaning softly as I wondered what I was doing.
‘Good girl,’ Anthony murmured into my ear. ‘I’ve wanted you all afternoon, ever since silly Matthew introduced you to me. Where did he find you?’
I giggled, loving the feeling of his hand drifting back and forth across my breasts.
‘Mmm,’ he murmured, not really waiting for an answer. One hand closed firmly but gently around one of my breasts, using the soft globe like a handle to hold me tight back against him. ‘Luscious little Clare. Well, I’m going to fuck you senseless, my girl. Don’t scream or you’ll wake my parents.’
I half-shrieked at his words — fuck you senseless — but I pulled the sound back inside me before it had a chance to fill the room.
‘Quiet,’ he murmured into my ear, a chuckle in his voice showing he wasn’t mad at me. ‘Or do I need to gag you?’
I flushed in shock at the thought. I consider myself as worldly-wise as any bisexual woman in her late thirties who has had a couple of casual but never long-term girlfriends and boyfriends over the years. But the kinky stuff has never really come my way, even despite my favourite choice of steamy romance reading. Matthew was — had been — my first boyfriend in a long time.
Look how well that went, my brain muttered at me.
I swallowed, as Anthony’s hand started to caress my breasts, appreciatively feeling their soft roundness, teasing the hard nipples through the silky fabric. I hated the fact that my brain immediately flashed to how Angus’ hand had felt. Oh gods, they were both different, and yet I liked both of them touching me.
‘Get this thing off,’ Anthony murmured roughly in my ear, his hand tugging at my silky nightgown. Flushing again, I scrambled to obey. I pulled the hem up over my head and tossed it aside. I suddenly felt at least ten times more naked, the bedclothes cool on my naked skin, the skin of his chest warm and silken against my naked back.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured again, his hand closing in satisfaction around one of my full boobs. ‘Mmmm, much better.’
He stroked my breasts for a long time, seeming content to explore every segment of skin, massaging the large globes gently, and teasing the nipples with hard fingers. I lay against him and let him touch me, sleepily wondering what I had gotten myself into. He was moving more slowly than Angus had, but I guessed he was also sleepier.
I also figured that if I lay still enough, I could just pretend this wasn’t happening.
Eventually Anthony spoke again, his voice deep in my ear. ‘You’re very obedient, Clare. I like that.’ I whimpered in embarrassment at his words, wondering briefly what I was doing — what the hell was I doing? — but I couldn’t stay embarrassed given the feeling of him stroking and caressing my breasts.
‘And you have lovely big tits,’ he spoke in the dark. I blushed, remembering Angus saying the same thing. ‘Very fuckable.’
Against my backside, his shaft was very warm and very hard, and I wondered in mild fright and excitement about how large he actually was. Now that I was almost naked — except for my panties — I could feel the wetness of his precum against my back. It felt wanton and it turned me on even more.
Anthony was squeezing one of my nipples in a milking-style motion and I whimpered, almost fainting from the sensation. The motion of his hands on my breasts was feeding a fire between my legs. I was so very wet — I had already been so wet when I mistakenly climbed into his bed, and I was so much wetter now — and I felt empty and hollow inside.
‘I like obedient girls who do what I tell them,’ he murmured at me, his voice low and rough. ‘Are you going to do what I tell you, Clare? Say yes.’
‘Y-yes,’ I whispered, feeling shocked at the temerity of my own voice.
Was I? Right now, nothing felt hotter than his hands on me, and his voice whispering roughly in my ear and the seductive promise of his hard, hard cock pressed up against my backside.
‘Good. Put your hands above your head, on the bedhead. Keep them there.’
I obeyed him, my torso suddenly feeling even more exposed, my breasts feeling vulnerable without my arms down around them. Anthony moaned against me in satisfaction. His other arm was reaching underneath my torso so that both his hands were groping my exposed breasts hungrily as if they were his play toys.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, I almost wondered if I would awaken in my own bed and discover it had been an intense dream.
‘No talking unless you’re spoken to,’ he murmured, his hands closing tightly around both my breasts. ‘Or I will gag you.’
He squeezed his hands sadistically hard around both breasts as he spoke and I had to force myself to be quiet at the sudden almost-but-not-quite pain feeling. ‘I like my girls quiet and docile.’ A quiver of shock ran through me at his words and he chuckled. ‘And horny as fuck’.
I whimpered, blushing intensely, although he couldn’t see it in the dark. No-one had ever spoken to me like this before and it was turning me on in unsettling ways. I wasn’t sure if I liked him calling me ‘my girl’ but I hadn’t had any fun in ages.
‘Get onto your back where you belong,’ he said roughly, ‘and tell me where my cock is going to go.’
I rolled towards him onto my back, remembering to keep my hands on the wooden bedhead. The wood was warm and hard against my fingertips. It felt like a piece of security in an unexpected situation and I clutched at it. I felt so vulnerable lying on my back, Anthony naked next to me in the dark, waiting to fuck me, his obscene words floating in the air.
Get onto your back, where you belong.
Tell me where my cock is going to go.
What was I doing? Fucking my boyfriend’s brother in his parent’s house? After fucking his other brother in the corridor? On Christmas Eve?
But I didn’t care, I realised. All I had to look forward to otherwise was being driven home tomorrow by a member of the family. They would drop me off at my city apartment, I guessed, and I would message some friends and find out who wanted an extra guest for Christmas Day, feeling lost and alone and stupid for having made another mistake.
I didn’t know what I was doing but I really didn’t want to stop. Anthony’s voice was rough and sexy in the dark and his cock was big and hard, and — for some bizarre reason I didn’t understand — I kept doing exactly what he told me.
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