He didn’t pull out, keeping her on his cock. “Suck it easy, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Get every last drop.”
“A lot of the time,” Don said, still whispering in her ear, “it’ll be one of us with a cock up that sweet pussy of yours, or up your gorgeous ass, while you have a cock down your throat, filling you at both ends. And I think our good girl needs a new rule that she has to ask permission to wear clothes while in the house. What do you think?”
She mumbled around Carl’s cock. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” Don said. He swung his body behind hers, pressed against her, his hard cock brushing against her bound hands. “Feel my cock, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
“Wrap your fingers around it.”
She did, as best she could.
He reached around her and grabbed her breasts, her throbbing nipples. In her pussy, the vibrating dildo only intensified the erotic ache inside her, her swollen clit wanting attention to make her come again.
“There will be times we’ll tie you up, make sure these beautiful breasts of yours are tightly bound, and sit there and do nothing but suck your nipples until you’re begging us to do anything we want to you to make you come. Because good girls beg their Sirs when they’re horny, don’t they?”
Carl lifted her head off his cock so she could answer. “Yes, Sir!” she said.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Carl said.
“Of course it’s hot,” Don said, giving her breasts another squeeze. “Because she’s finally found the right home. Our good girl is going to learn how to service her Sirs’ cocks properly. She’s going to keep her pussy shaved for us, so that whenever we want, we can push her legs apart and eat that sweet pussy. Aren’t you, girl?”
“Yes, Sir!”
Don pulled her up against his body, her fingers wrapped around his cock and her arms still pinned behind her. Carl reached in and started playing with her abused nipples, the ache only intensifying her need.
I guess I am a masochist. Good to know.
“First,” Don said, “we train our girl to get wet whenever we want her to be wet. Then we’ll start training you by spanking you while we make you come, until any time you so much as see one of our implements, it gets you wet and horny. Then, even if we’re in public, I can smack your ass with my hand and know that you’re getting wet.”
Don finally stood, changing positions with Carl. “Go get a paddle,” Don told him once his cock was in her mouth, his hands cradling her head the way Carl’s had.
She whimpered.
“Is that a safeword?” he asked.
She shook her head, not able to speak with his cock down her throat.
“Good girl,” he cooed, stroking her hair. “Good girls love it when they get fucked with a nice, red ass.”
Carl returned with a paddle.
“Light swats,” Don told him. “Not too hard, just enough to be stingy. Might as well start her training right.”
And they were stingy swats, but she’d had worse from them. She felt herself blissfully soaring in subspace, her tears coming as she sat there, Don’s cock hot and hard against her tongue and her unable to do anything but swallow. He wouldn’t let her move.
“Ooh, our team scored,” Don said. “Cheer, girl.”
She tried to mumble it around his cock and ended up humming.
“Oh, holy fuck, that’s good,” he said. “Good girl!”
Her world ended with these two men, the paddle swats, the way she tried to hump her hips against the towel and vibrator, the pleasure and pain rolling through her, mixed into one delicious ball like chocolate chip cookie dough.
She wanted it all, and more.
She didn’t know how long she knelt there, but finally Don started slowly fucking her mouth. “Okay, baby. I’ve built up a big load for you. This means I’ll last even longer when we’re fucking you. Make sure you swallow every last drop.”
She slurped at his cock, wanting it, hell, needing it. She felt wanton and needy and best of all, needed.
Wanted.
Gorgeous.
His technique was different than Carl’s, and he pulled all the way out until the head of his cock was pressed against the end of her tongue.
“Play with it, baby. Flick your tongue against the underside.”
She did, loving how he was actually telling her what to do to please him.
He alternated thrusts with her playing with his cock, until, finally, he let out a groan and buried his cock deep into her mouth.
“Swallow,” he hoarsely ordered.
She did, desperate, wanting to please him, until his grip relaxed and he pressed her head against his thigh.
Carl unclipped her arms and slowly lowered them, then turned off the vibrator.
“Such a good girl,” Don said, stroking her cheek.
She didn’t want to let go of his cock. She wanted to hold it in her mouth, keep worshipping it.
But they weren’t done. They sat next to each other, and she wasn’t allowed to let the dildo inside her fall out while she went back and forth between them, sucking and licking and stroking them, getting them hard again and keeping them that way for the last six minutes of the game.
When she had Don’s cock in her mouth at one point, her fingers wrapped around Carl’s, Don stroked her hair.
“Almost time for us to fuck our sweet girl,” Don said. “Who do you want where this first time?”
She lifted her mouth from his cock, her fingers still stroking him to keep him hard. “That’s up to my Sirs,” she said. “As long as I have both your cocks in me, I don’t care.”
Carl reached over and stroked her hair. “You’re a little larger than me,” he said to Don. “Might be better if you were in her pussy this first time.”
“Oh, look. The game’s over.” Don grinned down at her. “Time for the celebration.”
Chapter Eleven
They helped her up off her knees, got the dildo out of her, and led her to the bathroom. They made her bend over the counter, legs spread, while they removed the butt plug and cleaned her up before applying more lube.
Then back to the bedroom.
Now she got why subspace was such a big deal. This was…
This was heaven.
Don laid down on the bed and rolled a condom onto his cock. “I’m on the pill,” she said.
“Yes, and no offense, you need your second round of testing back,” he said. “We know we’re clean, but we can’t be fully fluid bonded until we know for sure Mike didn’t fuck around behind your back and give you something.
“Oh. I’ll get that done this week.”
Don grinned. “Yes, you will. And that’s an order. The sooner, the better. Believe me, I can’t wait to feel that pussy around my cock.” He grabbed her by the hips and guided her down onto it.
It felt better than the dildo had, that was for damn sure. She closed her eyes, moaning as she took him all the way in to the hilt, pleasantly stretching her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Don said.
“She’s about to get tighter,” Carl said as he rolled a condom onto his shaft and added some extra lube. Then he pushed her down onto Don’s chest.
She closed her eyes as she felt the head of his cock press against her ass. This was really going to happen!
He slowly pressed forward, withdrawing, repeating it, gaining a little more each time until the head of his cock popped through her tight ring of muscle, making her gasp.
“There you go, sweetie,” Carl said, pausing. “It gets easier from here.”
She wasn’t sure about that. As he slowly started working his cock inside her ass, it felt even larger than the butt plug had. Once his thighs were pressed against the back of hers, he slowly stroked out, then in again.
“Grab the vibrator,” he told Don.
Don did, and Carl pulled her up against him, stretching her body out along his.
“Now, baby,” Don told her. “You’re allowed to co
me as much as you want.”
Carl held her as Don worked her clit with the vibrator, tripping her over the edge and keeping her there, moaning, trembling as her pussy and ass squeezed their cocks inside her body.
The men talked to her, keeping up a nonstop filthy stream of every fantasy they wanted to do to her, and telling her what a good girl she was for letting them do this to her.
If her brain exploded right at that second and killed her, she’d consider her life complete.
This was heaven, as far as she was concerned.
* * * *
Carl couldn’t believe this was happening. Yes, he’d had pretty wild fantasies while rubbing one out about what he’d love to do to Mel.
Nothing like this.
This was even better than his fantasies.
The more they did to her, the more eager she seemed to keep pleasing them. He hoped on the back end of things that she didn’t regret today, because he was having the time of his life.
Yes, sharing her with Don would be easy. He wouldn’t want to share her with anyone else, but she lived here, with both of them. They could have fun like having her lying across the couch and sucking one of them off while the other spanked her and used a vibrator on her at the same time.
All sorts of kinky fun.
Had he been unsure about his sadistic side before?
Oh, hell, no.
There were all sorts of dirty things he wanted to do to her. Having Don there to help him do them would make it doubly fun, especially for her.
And that was the important part, that she was having at least as much fun as they were, if not more.
He also suspected he was dangerously sliding toward being in love with her. He knew he shouldn’t let that happen yet, not even sure how she felt about them, but he couldn’t help it.
She was beautiful, perfect.
She liked riding in his Chevelle, and she enjoyed being his and Don’s rope bunny. They had fun going to the movies or working in the yard.
And she was all theirs.
The sad, lonely woman who’d first moved in with them wasn’t anywhere to be seen. A vibrant woman with a thirst for life had taken her place, and it was damned good to see.
He knew he felt a thousand times better with her in their lives than he had before they’d met her.
He’d do whatever it took to keep her there with them. Share her with Don?
How could he not?
Not when it was all he could do not to explode inside her now the way she was moaning with pleasure, her body contracting around their cocks. Nothing had ever sounded so beautiful, so right.
So sweet and gorgeous.
Eventually, Carl started fucking her. “I can’t hold it much longer,” he said. “I need to bust a nut in a big way.”
Don switched off the vibrator and set it aside, thrusting up into her as she slumped between them. She braced herself on his chest with her hands, fingers splayed, hair hanging around her face.
Then he realized she was still trying to fuck them, trying to thrust back against them.
He reached down, grabbed her, and kissed her, hard, as his cock jerked, twitching, his balls tensing and finally exploding and filling the condom.
Under her, Don took a couple of last hard thrusts before falling still, too.
Her trembling turned into silent, rhythmic gulps, and then he realized she was crying.
Worried, he brushed her hair away from her face. “Baby, are you okay?”
She nodded, pressing her face against Don’s chest as the sobs wracked her.
Don exchanged a worried glance with him. He quickly pulled out, raced to clean up and then hurried back, crawling into bed with them.
She was sobbing, gut-wrenching tears that ripped him apart from the inside out. Had they hurt her? Pushed her too far?
Holy fuck, please don’t let us have screwed this up!
She gasped something, but he couldn’t understand what she said. “Baby, what it is? What did we do?”
“Thank you,” she finally managed. Over and over again, she said, “Thank you, thank you…”
They held her as she cried, not even caring that to safely wedge her between them meant they were holding each other, too. She was most important right now, and Carl was relieved to see Don felt the same way.
She took several gulps of air before finally pulling herself together. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much.”
“Are you okay?” Don asked. “Did we hurt you?”
She rolled toward him, grabbed him, and gave him what looked like a hard, deep kiss. Then she turned back to Carl and did the same thing. Yes, a deep kiss, her tongue fucking his mouth.
“Let’s go out to the hot tub,” she suggested. “Not sure I can walk alone, but I want to snuggle with you two.”
“But you’re okay?”
She stared into his eyes, laying a hand along his cheek. “I’m the best I’ve ever been in my whole goddamned life. I just wish I hadn’t wasted fifteen years to get here.”
* * * *
Only once they were in the hot tub and her brain had finally started to come down and settle back in her head again did she realize she’d scared the men with her tears.
Fair enough, because her tears had caught her totally by surprise, too. She didn’t know why she’d cried. Relief that someone—two someones—actually wanted her the way she was, for who she was? Satisfaction?
The overwhelming wonder of caring, human contact?
She didn’t know.
She settled low in the water between them. “Sorry I scared you,” she said.
She had her fingers laced through theirs, Carl on her right, Don on her left.
“We thought we’d hurt you,” Don said.
“You didn’t hurt me, Sir.”
“You don’t have to call us Sir when we’re not playing,” Carl told her.
“What if I want to?”
She sensed the men sharing a glance over her head.
Don squeezed her hand. “What are you asking?”
“If you’re both okay with it, I want to formally be your submissive. I don’t want to play with anyone but you two. I don’t want to be with anyone but you. If you two are okay sharing me. Please don’t make me choose between you. If it’s going to be a problem, tell me now before I invest any more of my heart than I already have.”
“We won’t make you choose,” Carl said.
“We promise,” Don added.
She took a deep, relieved breath and closed her eyes, pulling their hands up to her chest and holding them there. “Thank you,” she said.
They stayed in there, mostly not talking, for another twenty minutes before she started yawning. No, it wasn’t super late, and she hadn’t even eaten dinner yet, but she was exhausted. The men helped her get out, dried her off, and left her curled up in a blanket on the couch while they donned shorts and prepared leftovers for dinner. Then, nestled between them, she dozed off after dinner, her head in Don’s lap, her feet in Carl’s.
* * * *
Don brushed the hair away from her face. “Dude,” he whispered, “you want to know the irony?”
“You finally met the woman you’d be willing to risk half your shit on, and we have to share her.”
Don smiled as he nodded. “And you know what else?”
“You don’t mind sharing her. Because I don’t mind sharing her with you, either.”
He looked up and met Carl’s gaze. “How did we get into this?”
Carl shrugged. “I think some of Tilly and Eliza’s matchmaking skills have worn off on Marcia through osmosis. I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect for us than her. I’m glad we waited. That was the right thing to do, even though it was a helluva case of blue balls.”
“I did not think she was going to take her dress off out there,” Don said. “I was sure she’d say no or blow it off as a joke.”
“I’m glad she didn’t blow it off.”
“Me, either.” He leaned bac
k, resting his head against the back of the couch. “Wake me up in a little while.”
“Where are we sleeping tonight?”
“Wherever she wants us to,” he said. “Even if we’re all piled together in my bed, I’m cool with whatever she wants to do.”
“Me, too.”
* * * *
When she awoke a little disorientated a while later, she realized she was still on the couch…
On top of the men.
Oh, those were new aches and pains.
Good ones.
Really good ones.
The men awoke and sat up. “Hey,” Don said, leaning in to kiss her. “You okay?”
She nodded.
Carl arched an eyebrow at her. “You sure?”
She nodded.
“Are we good?” Don asked, indicating all three of them.
She nodded.
“Then what’s wrong?” he asked.
She felt silly. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” she admitted.
“Okay,” Don said. “Then tell us what you want.”
“Can we all sleep in your bed tonight? It’s the biggest bed.”
He leaned in and kissed her again. “Absolutely.”
Relief flowed through her. “Can we all three sleep together in your bed every night?”
“Is that what you want?” Carl asked.
She nodded. “There might be times I want to be alone with one of you, or you might want it with me, but…unless I have to be out of town, please don’t make me sleep alone anymore.”
They engulfed her in their arms. “Never again, baby,” Carl promised. “Unless you’re traveling alone. When you’re home, one or both of us will be with you.”
“Thank you. And I meant it. If you want to collar me, I want to be collared.”
“Then I think this Saturday we’re going to collar you, baby.”
“Can I ask something else?”
“Of course,” Don said.
“They’re having the liquid nitrogen demo there. Can I get a brand?”
“What kind of brand?”
“I looked into it. They only last a couple of years, at the most. But I really want one. Two Ms, for Montgomery and Mabry, on my right ass cheek.”