One Ring

  They got her on her feet and quickly stripped her, one of them always holding onto her hair, even as they pulled her shirt off of her, Don handing her off to Carl, until she was naked before them.

  Don went and grabbed the blindfold from their bag and buckled it around her face. Then he buckled her leather cuffs around her wrists, using a snap clip to fasten them together behind her back. This had been Carl’s idea, too.

  “Do you need to use the bathroom, girl?” Carl asked.

  She nodded.

  They guided her into the bathroom. Before letting her sit, Don pulled on gloves and got the test kit ready. He was torn between being horny as fuck that their girl was so readily following their orders without hesitation, and hopeful that his friend might be right.

  He refused to get vested in the idea yet, though.

  Carl backed her into position, but nudged her feet wider apart, standing to the side as he helped her sit. “Hold it until I tell you to, girl,” he sternly ordered.

  Sure, they’d teased her with threats of full-on control, of every aspect of her life, but that she trusted them this much to not even safeword and stop them and ask what the fuck filled him with pride and love.

  They’d obviously earned her trust.

  When Don was ready with the tester stick, he nodded.

  “Okay, you can go.”

  Thankful for the gloves, he managed to hold it in the stream for the required amount of time. Then he snapped the cap onto it, set it on the counter, and pulled the gloves off while Carl started the timer on his phone.

  Don washed his hands and stood back, staring, waiting.

  When she’d finished, Carl unzipped his jeans and shoved them and his briefs down, pulling her mouth onto his cock.

  Don noticed her mouth already opening, ready, anticipating before she even knew what he wanted.

  “Good girl,” Carl hoarsely said.

  But his attention was focused solely on the test stick on the counter.

  It only took a minute for the results to show, the men’s smiles growing wider with every minute that passed, until Carl’s phone silently buzzed when the timer went off.

  The men gave each other a high-five, and then Carl pulled his cock from her mouth, leaned in, and gave her a long, sweet kiss.

  Don leaned in to kiss her, too, reaching behind her to unsnap her wrists before they pulled the blindfold off her.

  She blinked, her gaze confused and more than a little subspacey.

  “You can speak now,” Carl told her.

  “What’s going on, Sir?”

  Yep, from the sound of her voice, total subspace.

  Carl stepped back to give her room. “Clean up and we’ll show you.”

  She did, flushed, and stood to wash her hands.

  Then she spotted the box and the tester and wheeled around, shocked.

  “No!”

  * * * *

  Honestly, she’d thought it was some sort of surprise game on their part, some new mindfuck. But she trusted them and knew they’d never violate a hard limit, so she’d been willing to let go and go with it.

  It was hotter than fuck not knowing what was coming next, she’d admit that.

  But then she spotted the box for the pregnancy test kit on the bathroom counter, the tester showing what appeared to be positive results, and everything slammed home.

  Her men both looked like a couple of Cheshire cats on meth, from their broad, manic grins and the way they were eagerly nodding their heads.

  “But I’m on the pill!” she said.

  “Apparently it stopped working,” Carl said, stepping in. “We did a little math this morning. Combined with your two puking mornings in a row, it’s been about two months since your last period, hasn’t it?”

  “No. It was…”

  She thought about it. She’d had a really busy two months. Three new clients meant she’d been traveling a lot.

  Come to think of it…

  She stared at them again. “Holy crap,” she whispered.

  They sandwiched her between them, each of them with a hand on her tummy. “You’re about to make us daddies,” Carl told her.

  She laid her hands over theirs. “I…I can’t believe this.”

  “Believe it,” Don said. “You’re going to be a mommy.”

  She stared down at their hands, their matching rings.

  The rings they’d picked for her, and for them.

  These two men, close as brothers, who loved each other enough that they were willing to share her to make her and the other man happy.

  Now, it looked like there’d be something else binding them together besides their love and one ring.

  Don, standing behind her, tipped her head back onto his shoulder and captured her mouth with his for a kiss.

  “Guess what?” he whispered. “From this point on, when you’re home and it’s just us? You stay naked. I want to be able to see your gorgeous body, every inch of it.”

  Carl dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing his lips to her belly. “Going to bend you over every time I can and fuck your sweet pussy because I know once our baby arrives, we’re all going to be a little busy and sleep deprived.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Don said. “That, too. Heh. I just wanted to be able to see her baby belly.”

  “And her breasts,” Carl reminded him. “They’re going to look so gorgeous.”

  Come to think of it, her breasts had been feeling a little tender and fuller lately.

  I’m an idiot.

  She was also now very, very horny, hearing her men talking about her like that. Such a change in just a few months, from the emotional desert with Mike, to these two men who couldn’t keep their hands off her.

  Carl grabbed her ass, pressing his face between her thighs and forcing her to spread her legs. Don held onto her, pressing her body against him and pulling her back and slightly off-balance.

  Carl’s tongue unerringly found her clit, flicking, teasing, making her moan.

  “Oh, get used to it, baby,” Don whispered in her ear. “You think you’ve been getting your brains fucked out before, you ain’t seen nothing yet like the love of two ecstatically happy Doms.” He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck. “You might as well come for him right now, because we brought rope and we’re going to tie you up and fuck you like we own you, because we absolutely do.”

  Yes, they absolutely owned her. And it wasn’t even the double M brand on her ass.

  The proof was now growing inside her.

  “You’d better come for him,” Don said. “Otherwise, we won’t let you come until you’ve sucked both our cocks dry.”

  Not that it would be a hardship, because she loved worshipping their cocks. It was one of her favorite things. But the thought of them controlling her like that, as always, tipped her over the edge. Carl’s fingers dug into her ass, holding her in place as he relentlessly kept her coming with his lips and tongue until he was ready to let her stop.

  And then Don scooped her up and carried her out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.

  The men started stripping. Don ended up on the bed on his back with her sixty-nine over him, while Carl knelt behind her and slid his cock inside her ready pussy. She moaned around Don’s cock as Don latched his mouth onto her clit and once again started herding her toward her next orgasm.

  It wasn’t any use trying to resist them. They knew her body better than she did.

  Literally, apparently, from the way they’d picked up on this and she hadn’t.

  Her brain downshifted into subspace mode as Don forced her to come again.

  That spurred Carl on. He had his fingers dug into her hips and was fucking her, hard and fast. “That’s it, baby. I felt you come for us. You suck his cock good and you’ll get another reward. One in this end, and one down that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

  She ground her pussy against Don’s face, his cock twitching in response against her tongue. The dirtier they got with her like thi
s, the better she liked it. In “vanilla” mode they were the two most considerate, caring, devoted men she could have ever asked for.

  But like this, they were dirty Doms, and she loved it and them even more.

  “Yeah, you know you’re just a little fuck slut for us, don’t you?” Carl said. “You’re not happy unless you have at least one of our cocks somewhere inside your body. You can’t lie to us, baby. We know what our good girl needs and wants. She needs her Sirs cocks to keep her happy. Well, prepare to spend the next several months on your back or on your knees, because you’re going to be the most well-fucked slave you ever saw.”

  Slave.

  Yeah, not just submissive, slave.

  That was what she was for them, and she knew it. It’s all she wanted to be.

  She let out a moan as Don got another orgasm out of her.

  “Yeah, such a good slave for her Sirs. Going to get you used to wearing your butt plug all the time, too, so any time we want to use that sweet ass, all we have to do is slide our cocks into it.”

  That moan was answered by Don moaning into her pussy as he was close to tipping over the edge now, too.

  Carl picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her. “Such a sweet little slave you are, such a good girl for us, such a beautiful little—ah!” He plunged hard and deep, falling still with his cock deep inside her.

  Don’s cock erupted in her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed, finally only stopping when he reached down, grabbed her hair, and gently pulled her up and off him.

  They fell together in a tangle on the bed.

  When she could finally speak, she said, “I cannot believe you two drove up here for this.”

  Carl rolled over and kissed her. “Well, if I was wrong, at least it meant we could spend a night with you. If I was right…well, I didn’t want to wait to see if I was right.” He laced fingers with her and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it. “We love you, baby.” He brought their hands down to her tummy. “And we love our baby.”

  “What if the test is wrong?”

  Don sat up, snorting with laughter. “I doubt it. In fact, make sure to get an appointment with your doctor as soon as you can. And, obviously, stop taking your pill every day.” He laid his hand over theirs, his fingers curling around their hands. “We need to make sure we’re taking the best care of you and the little one as we can.”

  “Is this going to mess us up?” she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

  Both men frowned. “Why would it?” Carl asked.

  “Yeah,” Don said. “This makes it better.”

  “I know Carl wanted kids, but the three of us never discussed it. I didn’t expect this. Not yet, anyway.”

  Both men leaned in. “You do want this baby, don’t you?” Carl asked.

  She nodded. “Yes! I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just…in shock.”

  “We’ll have to ask Essie and Brooke and Leigh for pointers about juggling this,” Don said.

  “And Clarisse,” Carl added. “They have four.”

  “Rob and Laura have a baby,” she pointed out.

  “But they’re a couple, not a triad,” Don said. “Compared to us, they’re vanilla.”

  “Oh.” She looked down to where all three of their hands were resting. “What if my parents freak out about this?” she asked. “Mike was such a fucking asshole about the divorce, I think he had them convinced I was a freak.”

  “Well, it’s their loss if they don’t want to be part of our baby’s life,” Don said. “We have countless adopted family we can call on. Essie’s mom loves babies. She’s always ready to be an adopted grandma.”

  “And Chelbie’s parents,” Carl added.

  “Kel’s mom,” Don said.

  “Tilly,” both men said.

  “Okay, I get it,” she said. “We’re not alone.”

  The men kissed her, Don, then Carl. “Exactly,” Don said. “We’re not alone. You’re not alone. So what if some people don’t get it? It’s their problem, not ours.”

  They ordered room service before settling in for the night. She hadn’t had a chance to eat dinner yet.

  As she lay there, tightly snuggled between her men in the queen-sized bed, she tried not to worry about what her parents—or anyone else—might say.

  Especially because she was now even happier than she’d thought she’d been just a few days ago.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The three of them stood together in front of Loren, all their friends gathered around them.

  They’d asked for an informal ceremony at the start of a normal play session on a Saturday night. They hadn’t wanted anything special since they’d already had their collaring and everyone had attended that.

  To them, that was the important date, their true “anniversary.”

  And the men were only doing this for Mel. She’d insisted she wanted a little something to mark this occasion, even if it was an informal something.

  Loren wore a wry grin as she stood in front of the three of them. “Well, just when I think I can honestly say I’ve seen it all, someone throws a new permutation at me that I haven’t seen before and blows my mind.”

  Mel grinned as her men laughed.

  Gilo, who stood next to Tilly, stood there smiling and shaking his head, his arms crossed over his chest.

  Next to him stood Abbey, bound in a straightjacket, a ball gag in her mouth and her knees looking a little wobbly from the remote control vibrating egg he’d inserted into her pussy before the ceremony.

  Gilo the Dom was in full force today.

  “You got anything you want to say?” Tilly asked him.

  “Honestly? I have no clue what to say. This one takes the cake.”

  “I think I saw this on an episode of Boston Legal,” Tony said.

  “Yeah, but that was different,” Gilo said.

  “Guys,” Loren said. “Focus.” She cleared her throat and returned her attention to where Don and Carl flanked Mel. Mel was naked, except for her collar and her ring. Now five months along, her baby belly was well visible, and the men had insisted that, at least for the ceremony, she would be naked.

  It wasn’t uncommon for the men, when among their kinky friends, to lift up her shirt—or dress—to proudly show someone her tummy. It embarrassed the hell out of her, but it amused her men to no end, so she tolerated it.

  They were obviously going to be great dads. Proud ones, for sure.

  They’d batted stuff back and forth with Ed, trying to make up their minds what to do in terms of legal paperwork, when a teasing suggestion from Ross had turned into a damn good idea to Mel, and she’d put her slave foot down and insisted upon it.

  Yes, she could be a little sadistic herself. She’d spend the rest of their lives together reminding Don that it was actually a man who made him risk half his shit.

  And giggling every time she did.

  Her men couldn’t refuse her, despite their awkwardness right now as they were faced with the reality of it.

  And when they’d filed for the marriage license.

  “Two completely straight guys marrying each other,” Loren said. “Sorry, but I have been with Ross far too long for a little of his sadistic streak not to rub off on me. I am enjoying the hell out of this.”

  Abbey let out a soft moan. When everyone looked, Gilo was futzing with the controller. “Sorry. Meant to turn it down earlier so she wouldn’t come. Give me a second.”

  Abbey let out a whine around her gag.

  He looked up. “We’re good. Proceed.”

  Loren rolled her eyes. “Okay. So. Donald Montgomery, do you take Carl Mabry to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “I do.”

  “Carl Mabry, do you take Donald Montgomery to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “I do.”

  “You’ve already exchanged rings, so by the power vested in me by the state of Florida, I pronounce you husbands. You can kiss each other.”

  The men stared at each other. This had
been Mel’s other sticking point.

  One onto which she’d not only put her foot down, but put it down hard.

  She’d taken a brand for the two of them, willingly, without hesitation.

  It was the least they could do for her.

  “Well?” Tilly said, obviously highly amused. “Get on with it. If you were going to catch cooties from each other, you would have done it long before now swapping spit and other bodily fluids with her.”

  Mel thought the grin she wore might split her face in two. “Come on, guys. You promised me. And not some cheesy quick peck on the lips, either. I want to see a real kiss.”

  Both men rolled their eyes. “No tongue,” Carl warned.

  “Agreed,” Don said.

  Mel knew she’d likely pay for this in other ways later on, and it would be worth it to have their kiss memorialized forever by Kel’s photo. He stood, ready, to take it. Mallory was videotaping it for Mel, both of them standing behind the triad and focused toward Loren so they didn’t catch any of the attendees in the background.

  Finally the men took deep breaths, leaned forward, embraced, and kissed. A real, honest kiss.

  The entire dungeon broke out into cheers and hoots of approval.

  The men finally turned to her. “Okay?” Don asked her.

  She nodded. “Thank you. That made me very happy. And horny.”

  “Yeah, well don’t get too used to it,” Carl said. “We’re not bi.”

  “No. It made me horny because it was one more way you both proved to me how much you love me and each other.”

  “Oh, well, in that case, let’s go home and play,” Don said. “We can take care of that horniness for you.”

  After letting her get dressed and hugging all their friends, they headed home. As soon as they were safely inside the privacy of their front door, though, she didn’t even need them to remind her to strip.

  Unless it got cold, she wouldn’t bother putting clothes on around them. They’d only work them off her again.

  Not that she was complaining.

  She loved it when she was in the kitchen and one or both of them walked in behind her, their hands roaming her body, especially over her swelling belly and breasts. The way they worshipped every inch of her flesh with their hands and their mouths.