“She’s been paddled before,” Julian explained to Cole. “Although that was for pleasure not punishment. She might find this experience a little different.”
Keira pouted.
Cole raised an eyebrow at that. He still looked slightly uncomfortable, but she could also see the interest in his gaze. She’d bet everything she owned he was hard.
“She’s usually a very good girl, but she likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure.”
“Good to know.” Cole studied her for her reaction. Whatever he saw seemed to reassure him. “I’d like to kiss her. Is that all right with both of you?”
She sucked in a breath. She liked that he’d asked permission. At the same time, she didn’t want him hesitating.
“Yes,” Julian added.
“You’re all right with me touching both of you?” He glanced up at Julian.
“Yes. I mean, I’ll tell you if there is anything I don’t like,” Julian stumbled slightly over his words.
“Good,” Cole murmured. “Keira? Are you all right with me kissing you? Touching you everywhere? Touching your husband?”
“Are you going to kiss him?” Keira asked.
There was a moment of silence. Shit.
“Perhaps I will. Is that a problem?”
“Only if I don’t get to watch,” she said. “Please let me watch. That will be so hot.”
More silence then a chuckle from Julian. “She still surprises me, and I’ve known her half her life.”
She grinned. She liked that she could still surprise him.
“Then I’ll make certain to kiss him when you can see,” Cole told her, then he leaned in to kiss her. The angle was slightly awkward. But that also made it sweet. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t choreographed. It was real.
He pulled away as Julian moved in behind her. He grabbed hold of her G-string and slid it down her legs. He tapped one foot. “Lift.”
She lifted each foot in turn, letting him take off her panties.
“These panties are soaked, kitten.” She blushed bright red. She heard a deep sniff. “Fuck, you smell delicious.”
Oh, dear Lord.
“How does she taste?” Cole asked.
“Even better,” Julian told him.
Her face was flushed, her body aflame with need. What would it be like to have Cole go down on her? Fucking amazing. Assuming he was any good at it. But she had a feeling she didn’t have to be worried in that regard.
“Have you guys ever had anal sex?” Cole asked, as though he were asking what the weather was like outside. Fuck. She didn’t think her face could get any hotter. Was she in danger of a stroke?
“I’ve been plugging her regularly to stretch her,” Julian told him. “I’m pretty big, I don’t want to hurt her.”
She snorted. “He’s not fairly big. He’s huge.”
“Is that so?” Cole drawled.
Holy. Shit.
He stood and looked over at Julian who’d pushed her legs apart.
“Right, kitten. “You’re owed twenty-five for putting yourself down and trying to top from the bottom. Twenty-five for hiding things from me.”
“Fifty?” Cole questioned. “With a paddle?”
She tried to glance up into his face, but the angle was wrong with him standing. No way would Julian give her fifty with the paddle. She’d freaking die. She wasn’t made of steel after all.
“No. Not with the paddle,” Julian replied. “I’m going to give her twenty with my hand and ten using the paddle. Tomorrow night, she’ll receive the rest.”
Would Cole be here tomorrow night? Or would they scare him off?
She was kind of shocked he was here at all. Being involved with two people seemed a stretch for his conservativism. Mind you, how conservative was he really? Was his horror over Joel’s choices more to do with what Joel was into or that he was very open about it?
Cole wasn’t a man who really let anyone in. Who allowed people to see the real him. He was closed down so it made sense he wouldn’t like the public aspect of BDSM. But they didn’t need to go to a club.
“All right,” Cole replied. “If that’s all right with Keira.”
She got that he needed to keep checking with her. So, she nodded up at him with a smile.
Oh, crap. She was going to die. It was official.
Julian moved up behind her. Hot, hard male was pressed against her. She made a happy little noise of approval. She saw Cole move, positioning himself so he could see what Julian was doing and her face she was guessing.
Then Julian moved back, and she whimpered. No, she wanted him near. Wanted him to touch her.
Smack!
A hand landed on her ass and she let out a quiet cry. Movement caught her attention and Cole sat beside her. She turned her face towards him, and he cupped her cheek, studying her.
“Spread your legs, kitten,” Julian demanded before another slap landed.
She let out a groan but pushed her thighs apart.
“Further. I want them nice and wide.”
Two more slaps, one after the other on the same cheek. Ouch!
But she widened her stance until she was on tiptoes. Then he landed two more smacks to her other cheek. Okay, he sure as hell knew how to deliver a spanking.
Cole leaned in and lightly kissed her cheek. “You’re all right?”
“Yes. I am.”
“I love you, butternut,” Julian told her. “I don’t ever want you to keep things from me, all right? We’re in this together.”
She had to smile at the ridiculous endearment. His way of trying to reassure her. She took in a deep breath as a series of spanks landed, left cheek, right, back again.
Holy. Shit.
Cole stood, she guessed to stare at her red ass. She groaned.
“You’re not sitting comfortably tomorrow, kitten.”
Hell.
“You’re sure she can take more?” Cole queried.
“Where are you at, kitten?” Julian asked.
“Green, Sir.”
“We operate on a stoplight system,” Julian explained. “Green for go. Yellow for slow down. Red for stop. Here comes more, Keira. Hold on.”
She wanted to point out that it was kind of hard to hold on when her hands were tied together and she was perched precariously over the back of the sofa.
The last spanks came sharp and heavy. So fast she didn’t even have time to draw in breath to cry out. And then Cole slid down onto his knees next to the sofa and kissed her. And that kiss stole what little breath she had left. He tasted like mint and man. Such a delicious mix it went to her head, made her world spin and the heat of her spanking filled her body with a different sort of hunger.
When he drew back, they were both breathing heavily.
“Now that was hot.”
They both turned to look up at Julian who’d moved around the sofa and now stood staring down at them. “Ready for your paddling, kitten?”
“Yes, Sir.” She turned to Cole. “Bet you never thought you’d hear him ask me that.” She winked.
Cole laughed. And joy filled her. She’d made him laugh. It happened rarely. But the sight and sound of it was perfect. As though surprised at himself, he froze for a few seconds, the sound dying off.
Then he glanced up, obviously looking over at Julian, who she could feel behind her once more. She shuddered as the cool paddle rubbed against her already burning ass cheeks.
“Ready, kitten?” Julian asked. “Remember, you can always say red and it stops.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She braced herself right as the paddle landed.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Each thwap of the paddle burned her already seared skin. She moaned. Something started to loosen inside her as the paddle continued to land. That barrier around her darker emotions broke down and tears started dripping down her face.
She sobbed. Finally. It felt like she’d been given permission to let go.
“Wait, stop!” Cole called out to Jul
ian.
Behind her, her husband paused.
“No!” she cried. “Don’t stop! Please!”
“You’re okay, kitten?” Julian asked.
“Please keep going. Please.”
“She’s fine,” Julian said to Cole.
The other man gave her a doubtful look.
“She has her safeword. She’ll use it if she needs to,” Julian reassured Cole.
“I don’t want to stop.”
“You’re sure, Keira?” Cole asked.
“I just . . . the pain is helping. Please, Julian.”
The paddle landed again. It took three stripes of its scorching sting to bring the tears back. Another two to make her sob. One final smack and he was done. But so was she. She continued to cry, but she felt lighter. Freer. Oh, it was so nice.
Cole quickly untied her wrists. Then Julian helped her up, swinging her into his arms.
“She needs aftercare,” he shot over his shoulder as he strode down to their bedroom. She wondered how Cole would take being ordered around. But Julian was in full Dom mode right now. She needed care, and he was programmed to give it.
Hell, she wasn’t complaining. She’d take aftercare all day long. Nothing she loved more than being coddled.
Julian laid her gently down on their tiny bed, he lay on his back next to her, cuddling her into his side and running his hand up and down her back soothingly. The bed was a double, but with Julian’s wide shoulders and the dip in the middle of the mattress it felt like they were sleeping on top of each other.
Cole walked into their bedroom, his gaze roaming around. Their bedroom was like the rest of the house. Small and outdated. But she reminded herself that while they might have bought everything at a secondhand store, it was all clean and tidy. Julian was the cleaner in their relationship. And the cook. She could cook, but she hated it.
And Julian preferred to do all those chores anyway. He had his own demons he needed to exorcise and, for some reason, housework helped him tame those beasts.
Hey, who was she to argue, right?
She reached down and tried to grab her shirt to cover her ass.
“Don’t kitten,” Julian told her gently. “You’re beautiful, let him see you.”
She glanced over his shoulder at Cole. His gaze was heated, intent as he studied her. He leaned against the doorway. It was like he wasn’t going to set foot in the room without her invitation.
She licked her lips then removed her hand. If they were going to do this, then he would see her naked. And if he didn’t like what he saw . . . well, screw him.
Oh, fuck. She liked to talk the big talk but, in reality, she’d be devastated.
Julian rolled so he faced her then he cupped her face with his hand and kissed her gently. “You took your punishment so beautifully, I’m proud of you, kitten.”
More tears filled her eyes at his words. “Thank you. That level of pain, it helped free something inside me.”
“I could tell. We need to experiment with that to help you when you need to unwind.”
She nodded in agreement.
He gave her a gentle smile. That smile that was only ever for her. She melted like it was the first time she’d ever seen it. Then she looked over at Cole, he still stood in the doorway, looking uncertain.
“He looks lost, you should go to him,” she murmured to Julian.
Julian stared into her eyes. “You are my first priority. Always.”
“I know. I love you.”
He gave her a soft kiss, then pulled back to study her carefully. To make certain she really was all right. “Love you too, pumpkin.”
She rolled her eyes at this ridiculous name. But watched him with appreciation as he slid off the bed. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a red T-shirt that looked amazing against his olive skin. He strode over to where Cole stood. She leaned up on one elbow, not wanting to miss a thing. As he drew within touching distance, Cole straightened.
As Julian moved closer, his wide shoulders blocked them from her sight. She climbed off the bed, ignoring her aching ass. No way was she missing out on this.
“So, are you ready to kiss me?” Julian asked.
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Cole’s breath caught in his throat. His cock hardened, pressing against his pants. And that dominant part of him rose, wiping away any hesitation.
Julian stepped up close, until their chests touched. Julian caught his gaze. His dark eyes intent on Cole, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Cole’s. And sparks flew.
Fuck. Him.
Julian was the only man he’d ever kissed. It was definitely different from a woman. Jeez, of course it’s different, idiot. He moved his hand up Julian’s firm arm over his shoulder to wrap it around his thick neck. Fuck, so different. Cole was used to someone smaller. Someone delicate. Someone he could wrap up in his heat and strength. Instead, he was surrounded by huge, muscular maleness. The way he kissed was rougher. There was little gentleness. All heat. An inferno.
Julian drew back, studying his face intently as though expecting Cole to draw away or snap at him. Instead, Cole tightened his hold and tugged him back. He wouldn’t have been able to move him if Julian hadn’t wanted to do it. But the other man let out a quiet moan and allowed him to tug him back. This time, Cole took complete command of the kiss, brushing his tongue along the other man’s lips until they parted, then pressing it inside.
His cock, already hard, was pounding, demanding some respite.
He pulled back this time, his breath coming in sharp pants, his body on fire.
“Wow, that was sooo hot. Do it again.”
Both men turned to look at her.
“Excuse me, kitten?” Julian rumbled. “Do you get to make demands?”
She bit her lip, but her eyes were lit with excitement. Her face was flushed, and she was bouncing on her toes. A far cry from the pale, wan woman from earlier in the night.
Still, he didn’t want her overdoing it.
“Go lie back on the bed, little bit. We’ll be over to take care of you shortly.”
She pouted. “But I can’t see you guys making out from there.” She waved a hand in front of her face. “And I need more of that in my life.”
“Kitten, you were given an order,” Julian rumbled. “Unless you want another spanking, get your naughty bottom back to that bed.”
She scooted backward, landing awkwardly on the bed and letting out a pained hiss as her obviously sore ass hit the mattress. She rolled to her side quickly.
Worry filled him. Had Julian been too hard on her? She was a tiny thing. But a smile soon crossed her face again. She didn’t look bothered at all by the pain, in fact she appeared almost lighter. Happier. Had the spanking really relieved her of the guilt she’d felt?
He tucked that tidbit away to ponder later.
He stared around the tiny room. Cole hated that they lived like this. With secondhand furniture in a dangerous neighborhood. He didn’t understand it, either, considering what he paid both of them. They should be able to afford something much better than this.
As well as a bed that looked like it might actually fit both of them.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Julian, studying her.
“Our girl has far too many clothes on,” Cole said. Our girl.
Fuck, that sounded so right. He was aware of Julian tensing beside him, though and wondered if he’d object. Keira was his wife after all. Cole had to push down a stab of jealousy. Keira wasn’t the only one he was attracted to. This might not work if it was only her he was interested in sexually. But jealousy had no place there. If they could both share, he could learn to do the same.
But only with them. No one else. Because his ability to compromise only went so far.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asked abruptly. “Brought a third in?”
He had to know. And it had to be the right answer.
“No. Never,” Julian replied, half-turning to look at him.
“We’ve never been a
ttracted to anyone else like we are to you,” Keira told him. “We feel this pull towards you.”
“Good. There won’t be anyone else, either.”
Julian sucked in a breath. “We’re not fucking whores.”
He clenched his teeth together. “I didn’t mean to imply you were. I just meant,” he let out a breath, “I’m possessive, all right?”
“So are we,” Julian said, a warning in his voice.
Cole nodded. “I’ve never wanted a man before. I’ve never dreamed of having two people I care about.” The fact he didn’t choke on that phrase was a start. “There is definitely no one else.”
Happiness filled Keira’s face. God, she didn’t know how to guard herself at all. He’d seen a bit of it at work. But there she was more removed, professional.
He shot Julian a look, and the other man nodded. It made Cole feel better knowing Julian knew this about her, protected her. But he wanted to do that as well. Help guard her.
“Wouldn’t your bottom feel better without anything covering it?” Cole asked, stepping forward.
“Hmm, I think you’re right,” Julian added with a mock-frown. “For the sake of her bottom, we ought to take her shirt off.”
And for the sake of his mind, he really needed to see her breasts, to tug on a nipple, to bury his face in her softness.
“You pull it off,” he told Julian. He waited a few seconds to see if the other man objected to him taking the lead, but Julian just moved in front of Keira, sitting on the bed, facing her. He leaned down to kiss her while he grabbed the hem of the T-shirt. She sat up and helped him tug it off her.
Cole moved around the bed, having to go sideways to fit in the tiny space between the bed and the wall.
Seriously, he should have taken them back to his place.
But as he knelt on the bed and watched, he forgot all about the cramped quarters or worrying over whether the bed would hold their combined weight. Julian had tugged Keira’s shirt off and now they were both lying facing one another, engaged in one fucking hot-looking kiss.
Cole moved in, wanting in on that kiss. Wanting to put his mouth other places. After all, he’d promised to eat her out if she was a good girl. As he looked down, he frowned at the marks marring her beautiful, pale skin.
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