Ooooh, yeah.
Neil grabbed a condom, lube, and towel, and pretty soon both men were moaning as he started fucking Dex’s ass. Every stroke drove Dex’s face into her pussy, adding an interesting element to the sensation.
Felt good—damn good.
“Make her come before I do,” Neil said, “or I’ll dig out that goddamned chastity belt I have around here and put you in it for a couple of days.”
Dex reached up, hooked his hands around her thighs, and shoved his tongue deep into her pussy. When she looked up at Neil, he wore a beaming, peaceful smile. “Yeah, that’s what I like to see,” he said. “My sweet baby brat happy.”
It was really hot watching Neil plow Dex’s ass. So hot she almost forgot she should probably be paying attention to what Dex was doing to her, so she could spare him a turn in the chastity belt.
“Grab his head and ride him, baby,” Neil encouraged. “Boy’s got a mouth on him made for that.”
She plunged her fingers into Dex’s hair, holding on tight as familiar sensations started to swirl through her. When she finally got over, it wasn’t the strongest orgasm she’d had, but considering it was the first she’d had in over a year, she’d take it.
“That’s…it.” Neil pounded Dex’s ass, finally coming, bracing himself with his arms on either side of Dex, nuzzling the back of his head. As he pulled out, Neil laughed. “Bet I got you all horny again, didn’t I? You’d better fuck the baby brat before she falls asleep on us.”
He reached out and put a condom pouch in Dex’s hand.
She let out a squeal when, in record time, Dex sat up, wrapped his cock with the condom, and then started fucking her. He came in record time, too, especially considering Neil had just sucked one out of him. He’d thrust maybe six times before he was coming again.
That hadn’t done much for her, but the men went to the bathroom to clean up. When they returned, Neil held up a vibrator, smiling. “Don’t worry. We didn’t forget about you.” He handed it to Dex. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Neil climbed in and held her against his body while Dex pressed the vibrator against her clit.
Okay, that orgasm definitely felt more like the ones she remembered, and didn’t take nearly as long to achieve, either.
Neil’s chuckle rumbled in her ear. “You want one more, or are you good?”
“Good, Sir.”
Dex immediately shut the vibrator off and pulled it away.
Now thoroughly sated, she didn’t feel like moving.
Dex laced fingers with her and stared into her eyes. “Are we okay, sweetheart?”
Exhausted, she nodded. “Yeah.”
Neil cleared his throat.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, correcting herself.
Neil kissed the top of her head. “Very good, baby brat. Welcome back.”
Dex snuggled in close and she ended up spooned against him while Neil held her hand, his head tucked in close to hers.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” he softly said. “The world finally righting itself.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tamsin lay stretched out in a lounger on the lanai, sunglasses and a visor shading her face, her skin soaking in the warm late afternoon sun. Eighteen months since waking from the accident, she still didn’t feel totally back to herself and suspected this might be as “good” as she got.
She was learning how to be okay with that, with Doyle’s help. Learning to appreciate the world around her.
Neil and Dexter were both working full-time and insisting that she wasn’t to even think about going back to work at the school, much less stress over it.
A damn double-Dom order.
Although she had considered going back to work as a private music teacher. She was also starting to play with composing, made easier with computer software so she didn’t have to physically write the notation.
It kept her busy.
And it kept her grounded, which was even more important when she sometimes tried to sink into self-pity.
Walking still proved tricky on occasion, but getting better. At least that was one area where she could see marked progress. As long as she forced herself to go slow and take her time, she could manage by herself, with or without the walker. Frequently with, because she knew if she fell and hurt herself her men would hate themselves for letting her talk them into canceling her babysitters.
Right now, she had her walker stationed next to the lounger. She wasn’t allowed to go in the pool unless Dex or Neil were with her, because they still worried about something happening and her possibly drowning. They’d even installed one of those fences to keep kids out of the pool, especially for her.
Admittedly, they had a valid point. Her hand-eye coordination sucked donkey balls, and sometimes she felt extremely weak. While she hadn’t had any problems in the pool yet, and enjoyed getting in it every day to walk and exercise and rebuild her strength, she wasn’t sure getting in by herself was a good idea.
She also had horrible headaches sometimes, but she resisted taking anything that might possibly knock her out, terrified she might not wake up again.
She hadn’t been able to play the violin at all, which disappointed her. She didn’t yet have the muscle coordination and arm strength to draw the bow with enough pressure to make a noise that sounded better than a cat screaming, much less able to form the notes with her left hand.
She could pick out a few simple right-hand keyboard parts, or left-hand parts.
Just not at the same time.
Her guitar playing sounded abysmal, but she had managed a perfect—albeit slow—C major melodic scale run the other day. Chords were still beyond her, though.
Ironically, her ukulele playing wasn’t half bad.
Wasn’t half good, but she’d take the win and be damned glad for it. She focused on relearning the instrument, spent most of her time on that. It counted as occupational therapy, and it was a small victory she could hold on to.
No more night nurses, no more day nurses, she had the house back to herself once the men went to work. She still had in-home therapy three times a week, though, and was progressing with that. Plus Neil or Dex drove her to Nate’s office twice a week for treatments, and she could now use the EMS unit on herself, on her legs and arms, putting it on and taking it off.
They’d finally sold the lift van, since they didn’t need it any longer. The small folding wheelchair, when she needed it, fit in the trunks of Neil and Dex’s cars.
In all reality, she would likely never drive again. That had taken her some getting used to.
Admittedly, it had taken a while to get used to the idea that her fiancé and best friend were now married, and had been for a while.
They’d been married longer now than she and Dex had been engaged.
Staring at the rings on her left hand, she knew it was for the best. No way in hell would she ask them to get divorced, even though they’d offered.
It would be a pain in the butt to undo all the paperwork, for starters. Plus they’d moved their rings that matched hers back to their left hands, their own rings on their right hands. Maybe a lesser woman would make them take off the other rings, but not her.
They loved each other. She wouldn’t have made them move their rings back, either. They’d decided that on their own, a declaration, not asking her opinion on it.
Fear still lay in the back of her mind, though. If there came a morning where she didn’t wake up as usual.
The safety net they’d put into place was one she was happy with.
And both Neil and Dex had gotten vasectomies. When they weighed the odds and risks of her getting pregnant, versus potential complications from the pill, they decided better safe than sorry.
Honestly? She could barely take care of herself right now, plus they weren’t sure what impact a pregnancy might have on her body. She needed to spend her precious energy trying to rebuild herself. She didn’t want the stress of
a child on top of that. And even though she and Neil didn’t have sex, he did make the valid point that with the three of them in bed together, it would only take one stray wiggler in the wrong spot to cause problems. So they’d both had it done.
Neil arrived home first. Tam heard his car pull into the driveway and the sound of the front door opening and closing.
He didn’t even call out to her inside the house, apparently looking first. Instead, she heard the sliders open. “Hey, sweetie.”
“Hey, Sir.”
He walked out, still dressed in his tie and blazer, and leaned in for a kiss.
She snagged his tie, holding him there, knowing he wouldn’t try to pull away out of fear of hurting her. “Can we please grill burgers for dinner?”
Sensing a trap, he arched an eyebrow at her. “Whyyy? I thought you wanted chicken for dinner tonight?”
Throwing in a little boo-boo lip, she said, “I changed my mind. Please, Sir?”
“But I put the chicken in the fridge to defrost last night. We don’t have any defrosted ground beef.”
“You could run to Publix…and pick up buns and stuff, too. Maybe pick up some more gelato while you’re there.”
“Why? We have—oh.” A return of what she thought of as his evil Dom smirk. “Did someone get into the gelato today?”
“Maaaybe.”
“Did someone get into my gelato today?”
More pouty lip. “Yes, Sir.”
“You know that’s an automatic ten, right?”
She nodded, releasing his tie. “But at least I got it opened by myself. That’s progress, right?” The small round, plastic containers had screw tops that were sometimes tricky for her to manage.
He laughed as he straightened. “You’d better send him a text. He’s not going to be happy.”
She grinned. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll go buy ground beef. And buns and stuff. And gelato.”
She managed to hold back her giggle until Neil was inside. Dex was supposed to be home in about an hour, as long as he wasn’t tied up on a run.
When Dex wasn’t home, she slept soundly snuggled against Neil. When she had both of them in bed with her, she insisted Dex be in the middle so she wasn’t hogging him.
She picked up her phone and sent him a text. You owe Sir ten.
She didn’t even have time to put her phone down. What’d you do now?
I might have eaten all His salted caramel gelato today for lunch.
You’re killing me, babe. When are you going to break one of MY rules for a change?
That’s not as much fun. :P
I think Sir and I need to have a talk and renegotiate this arrangement. You like breaking his rules because it’s more fun for you.
Duh. Love you.
Brat. :) Love you, too.
* * * *
That’s how, after grabbing a shower and eating dinner with Tam and Neil, and after Dex supervised her pool walking time following dinner, Dex found himself on top of Tamsin in bed. She was cuffed and collared, her wrists attached to the headboard.
Dex’s hard cock ached—from Neil fluffing him without letting him get off yet—and was buried deep in Tamsin’s pussy.
Neil grinned from ear to ear as he held the cane. “I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this.”
“Yeah, well, we need to have a talk after this one. She’s playing the rules against us.”
“Technically, she’s playing the rules against you, Princess. That was your own damn fault. I warned you, but noooo, someone was all eager to make the baby brat happy without thinking things through. You literally put your delicious ass on the line.”
Tamsin giggled, earning her a glare from Dex.
“I didn’t think about the law of unintended consequences.”
“Obviously. You want to talk, or fuck?”
“I’m trying to avoid the inevitable.”
Neil grabbed him by the hair, leaned in, and kissed him with a lot of tongue, sucking on his lower lip before releasing him. “I’m enjoying the hell out of this,” he said. “Seems like someone’s already starting to associate pain and pleasure. When I spanked you last week, you were hard and dripping by the time I finished.”
“That’s because you had her giving me a hand job at the same time, you sadistic bastard.”
“That’s Prince sadistic bastard, thank you very much. Start fucking, buddy.” He laid the cane across both of Dex’s ass cheeks, waiting.
Tamsin had wanted to try a return to playing, including impact play. Neil had been willing, after a four-way discussion with her neurologist four weeks earlier, to start introducing gentler activities to see how she’d tolerate them.
Soft-hearted Dex had flat-out vetoed all suggestions, leading to Tamsin crying and wheedling the negotiated settlement out of Dex later on at home. She wanted a return to structure and rules—and punishments—but Dex wasn’t willing to let her take punishments.
Any kind of punishments.
Neil had suggested they take punishments for her, and Tam had finally agreed to that compromise, since it was the only way Dex would agree to the situation.
The baby brat wasn’t as helpless as she looked, and struck hard and fast.
When one of his rules were broken, Neil mixed dishing out punishments with pleasure, much like he had before the accident with Tam, giving her a spanking during a forced orgasm scene, for example.
Only Dex had to take the punishment, and Neil used Tam for the sexy part of things.
Since Neil wasn’t het, the reverse application couldn’t work like that.
And Tam seemed bound and determined to follow Dex’s rules while breaking every last damned one of Neil’s.
Dex started slowly fucking her.
“Count, brat,” Neil ordered, barely giving Dex time to suck in a breath to prepare.
A fiery line of pain landed across both his ass cheeks, Neil not holding back with him.
“One, Sir,” she said, giggling a little.
Dex closed his eyes and buried his face against the side of her neck. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. Neil had already privately called him out on it last week.
He couldn’t hold back when he fucked her the way he could with Neil. The pain was a way to delay his own orgasm, and he didn’t want her feeling badly that he now had that issue with her. It wasn’t anything to do with her, and something he still couldn’t figure out. Like his cock was afraid she might disappear from their lives again and wanted to instantly come within a couple of strokes. Or maybe because he was so worried about hurting her, subconsciously he wanted it over with as quickly as possible. Not even a cock ring helped.
He could happily pound away at Neil’s ass for as long as the man could tolerate it, the way he used to be able to fuck at least a couple out of Tamsin before finally letting go himself.
The second stroke landed just above the first and felt even harder. He moaned against her neck.
“Two, Sir.”
He felt Neil’s left hand settle on his lower back. “I am sooo going to enjoy fucking your ass after this.”
So would Dex. He was already lubed and ready, too.
He’d barely finished that thought when the third stroke landed. “Fuck,” he gasped, glad for the pain driving him back from the edge as he took another thrust deep inside her pussy.
“Three, Sir.” She wiggled under him, trying to grind her clit against him.
Neil drew the strokes out, waiting until he knew Dex was at the upper limits of his control to deliver the last one. She was still saying, “Ten, Sir,” when Neil tossed the cane onto the floor and knelt behind Dex, feeding his cock into Dex’s tender ass. At some point during the beating, Neil had rolled a condom onto his shaft in preparation.
Dex’s moans now were of a different kind. Caught between the delicious cock in his ass and Tamsin’s sweet pussy, he rocked back and forth while Neil reached between Dex and Tamsin with a vibrator, pressed it against her clit, and turned it on.
She let out a squeal, her pussy immediately throbbing around Dex’s shaft as he fucked her. Finally, Dex could let go of the orgasm he’d barely been holding on to. This time his moans against her neck were of the happy-funtime kind.
“That’s what I wanted to hear, Princess,” Neil gasped. He took several hard thrusts inside Dex before falling still.
Under Dex, Tamsin still moaned her way through another orgasm.
Neil let Dex take over control of the vibrator so Neil could go clean up.
“Now you’re in trouble, baby,” Dex told her as he sat up so he could see what he was doing.
In this way, at least, Dex was more sadistic than Neil. Neil had used forced orgasm play with her more as a training tool and reward.
Dex enjoyed the hell out of it.
Neil returned to bed and stretched out next to them, propped up on one elbow and smiling. “Aww, our poor baby brat. Looks like someone’s wishing she could safeword for this.”
That was one term Dex had made her agree to, that red was off the table for forced orgasm play. If she was in serious pain or something, she could simply say so.
But to safeword just because it was so intense?
Nope.
“Oh, Dex,” Neil said. “I put fresh batteries in that earlier. You’re welcome.”
Dex grinned down at Tamsin, who let out an oh, shit moan between orgasmic ones. “You’re so fucked, baby.”
“Yes, she is.” He yawned. “But I agree we need to renegotiate the terms. She’s playing the rules against you, and that sort of violates the whole spirit of things. Not that I mind caning your gorgeous ass, because I don’t mind that in the least.”
“I can tell.”
Tamsin squirmed under him, but he stayed with her, keeping the vibrator pressed against her clit, not letting her escape.
“I have a suggestion.”
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