BACK TO THE PRESENT: XAVIER'S TURN
Damien pulled out suddenly, and Serah whimpered at the loss. Silas released her breast with a wet pop and slid out from under her.
"My turn," Xavier said, and Serah felt strong hands grip her waist, lifting her off the bed entirely.
Xavier was the middle brother—six-foot-four, muscular, with a creative mind that showed in his choice of positions. He carried Serah across the room to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline.
"We're twenty stories up," he murmured in her ear. "No one can see in. But you're going to feel exposed anyway. Vulnerable. On display."
He positioned her facing the window, her palms pressed against the glass, her ass jutted out. The cool surface against her overheated skin made her gasp.
"Look at the city," Xavier commanded. "All those people down there, going about their lives. None of them know that up here, you're about to get your ass destroyed."
Serah's pulse quickened. They'd discussed anal in the negotiation. She'd agreed to it, prepared for it, but now that the moment was here, nerves kicked in.
"Color?" Xavier asked, his hand sliding over her ass cheeks.
"Green," Serah breathed.
"Good girl."
She felt cold lube being applied, then Xavier's finger—just one—pushing inside her ass. He worked her patiently despite his obvious arousal, adding more lube, another finger, stretching her carefully.
"The key to good anal," he explained, echoing words she'd heard from Mr. Mike in another story, another time, "is preparation. We're not here to hurt you, Serah. We're here to make you feel things you've never felt before."
When he finally pressed the head of his fourteen-inch cock against her ass, Serah was as ready as she'd ever be.
"Breathe," Xavier instructed. "And push back against me. Help me in."
She did, and slowly—torturously slowly—he pushed inside. The stretch was intense, the burn overwhelming, but Serah breathed through it, focusing on relaxing, on accepting.
"That's it," Xavier encouraged. "You're doing so well. Almost there."
When he was fully seated inside her ass, Serah was shaking, tears streaming down her face, completely impaled against the window.
"How do you feel?" Xavier asked, holding perfectly still.
"Full," Serah gasped. "So fucking full."
"Good. Because now I'm going to fuck you."
He did.....pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, and Serah screamed. The intensity was unlike anything she'd experienced. Xavier pounded her ass with brutal efficiency, each thrust pushing her forward against the glass, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat of his body behind her.
"Please," Serah sobbed, not even sure what she was asking for.
"Please what? Please stop?" Xavier's voice was dark, challenging. "Say your safe word then. Use it. That's what it's there for."
But Serah didn't want to stop. Didn't want this to end. The pain was transforming into pleasure, the fullness becoming addictive, and she realized she was pushing back to meet his thrusts, her body craving more.
"No," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck my ass. Harder."
"That's my girl," Xavier growled, increasing his pace.
He reached around to rub her clit while pounding her ass, and the combination pushed Serah over the edge. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her ass clenching around Xavier's cock.
"Fuck," Xavier groaned, his control breaking. "I'm going to come. Where do you want it?"
"Inside," Serah begged. "Fill me. Please."
He did....burying himself to the hilt and emptying himself inside her ass with a guttural moan. When he finally pulled out, Serah's legs gave out, and only his arms kept her from collapsing.
"Couch," Damien said. "Let's give her a break before round three."
ROUND THREE: ALL THREE
They gave her fifteen minutes to recover....water, gentle touches, whispered praise about how well she was doing. Serah's body ached in ways she'd never experienced, but she'd never felt more satisfied, more alive, more thoroughly claimed.
"Ready for more?" Damien asked, brushing hair from her face.
"Yes," Serah said without hesitation.
"Good. Because now we're going to see how much you can really take."
They positioned her on the massive sectional couch....Silas lying on his back, Damien standing behind the couch, Xavier beside them with various toys and supplies.
"You're going to ride Silas," Damien explained. "While I fuck your ass from behind. And Xavier is going to make sure that pretty mouth of yours stays busy."
Serah's eyes widened. All three at once. Every hole filled simultaneously.
"Color?" all three brothers asked in unison.
Serah took a deep breath. This was it. The ultimate test. The fantasy she'd described in her application but hadn't been sure she could actually handle.
"Green," she said firmly. "I'm green."
"That's our girl," Silas said with a grin, pulling her onto his lap.
She sank down on his thirteen-inch cock with a moan.....he felt different than his brothers, hitting different angles, creating different sensations. Silas gripped her hips and started thrusting up into her with steady rhythm.
Then she felt Damien behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, his cock pressing against the opening Xavier had already prepared.
"Breathe," Damien reminded her, and pushed inside.
The fullness was indescribable. Two cocks, both buried deep, separated only by a thin wall of tissue. Serah couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel.
"Open your mouth," Xavier said, his cock at her lips.
She did, and he pushed inside, filling her final hole. Now she was completely claimed....a cock in her pussy, her ass, her mouth....and the sensation was overwhelming.
They started to move.....not in unison but in a rhythm that ensured she was never empty, never without stimulation. When Silas thrust up, Damien pulled back. When Xavier pushed deeper into her throat, Silas withdrew slightly. It was choreographed chaos, deliberate overwhelming, exactly what she'd fantasized about.
Serah lost count of her orgasms. Lost track of time. Lost awareness of anything except the pleasure, the fullness, the complete surrender to sensation.
At some point, she must have passed out briefly because she came back to consciousness lying on the bed, covered with a soft blanket, all three brothers sitting nearby watching her with concern.
"Welcome back," Damien said gently. "You okay?"
"How long was I out?"
"Maybe a minute. You came so hard you blacked out." He smiled. "That's a compliment to us, by the way."
"Are we stopping?" Serah asked, and the disappointment in her voice was obvious.
All three brothers grinned.
"Not unless you want to," Xavier said. "We still have eighteen hours left. And we plan to use every single one of them."
"Then don't stop," Serah said, pushing the blanket away. "I earned this opportunity. I'm going to experience every second of it."
THE MARATHON CONTINUES
The night became a blur of sensation.....different positions, different combinations, moments of intensity followed by gentle aftercare, then building intensity again.
They fucked her on every surface in the penthouse. The bed, the couch, the dining table, the shower, against walls, on the floor. They tried every position imaginable and several Serah would have sworn were anatomically impossible.
Damien taught her about edging....bringing her right to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting her come, until she was sobbing and begging, and then finally allowing release that was so intense she saw stars.
Xavier introduced her to light bondage.....silk restraints that held her in vulnerable positions while he and his brothers took turns with her body.
Silas showed her the pleasure of slow, sensual worship...treating her body like a temple, finding every sensitive spot, learning what made her gasp and moan.
At hour twelve, they ordered food and fed her by hand while she sat naked between them, their fingers occasionally wandering to tease and touch between bites.
At hour sixteen, they drew her a bath and washed her gently, tender care mixed with teasing touches that reignited her desire.
At hour twenty, they put her through one final marathon session....all three taking her in quick succession, pushing her to her absolute limits, ensuring she earned every single dollar of the ten thousand sitting in an envelope on the dresser.
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS
When the contracted time ended.....exactly twenty-four hours after it began....Serah lay boneless on the bed, thoroughly used, completely satisfied, her body singing with pleasant aches.
The brothers were getting dressed, preparing to leave and give her privacy to recover before checkout.
"You did incredibly well," Damien said, handing her the envelope. "Best participant we've had in two years."
"Really?" Serah's voice was hoarse from screaming.
"Really. Most people use their safe word at least once. You never did."
"I told you I wouldn't need it."
"You were right." Xavier leaned down and kissed her forehead. "If you ever want to apply again, you'll go to the top of the waiting list."
"How long is the waiting list?" Serah asked.
"Six months minimum."
Serah smiled, already planning her next application.
"I'll be in touch," she said.
As the brothers left, Serah looked at the envelope of money, felt the pleasant ache in her body, and knew without a doubt that this had been worth every moment of the six-month wait.
She'd gotten exactly what she'd applied for.
And she'd absolutely earned it.