Then he drew his fingers out and she felt the tip of the plug against her hole.
“Deep breath in, kitty. Good girl. Let it out. You look so beautiful, so pretty taking your plug. Now, you have a nice, fluffy tail. What a gorgeous kitty you make.” He drove the plug deep inside her and her ass clenched around it, delighting in the feel of it.
“I’m going to go wash my hands, kitty. You stay right where you are.”
She stayed leaning over, her ass in the air, anticipation building as she waited for him to return.
“That’s a good girl, kitty. Stand up now so we can finish getting you ready.” He held her waist as she stood, making certain she was steady before he turned her to face him. Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Good girl. Now, remember, if the plug starts to get painful, you say your safeword. All right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulled out something else from the box. A collar. Her heart raced. She’d once owned a necklace that had served as her public collar. Julian had given it to her soon after they’d moved to San Antonio. It had been cheap, but it had meant everything to her.
“Why so sad, kitty?”
“Sorry, Sir. Just remembering the day collar Julian gave me. It was a silver necklace with a heart charm.”
“What happened to it?”
“Vincento.” It was all she needed to say. His face filled with darkness. She hoped the people Cole hired found that bastard, because she’d really like to be rid of him once and for all.
He ran a finger down her cheek then kissed her. “We’ll get you another one. This is just for when you’re a kitty, but it still has the same symbolism, all right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He fastened the black collar, that had more pink daisies stitched onto it, around her neck. God, that felt good.
“Well, kitty, you’re nearly ready.” He reached into the box again. He lifted out a pair of mittens which he placed on her hands. They attached together with a short chain. It meant she wouldn’t be able to use her hands properly and it added to her feeling of submission.
“Come, kitty. Let’s show you off.”
He carried her out to the living room and set her down on her feet in front of Julian.
“Look at our pretty kitty, Julian,” Cole called out.
Julian ran his gaze over her, his eyes filling with heat. “What a gorgeous kitty you are.”
She blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Right, kitty, from now on you’re only to speak if you’re asked a direct question or it’s absolutely necessary like you need the bathroom or to say your safeword, understand?” Cole told her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come here, little kitty,” Julian said, holding out his arms. “Come sit on my lap and let me pet you.”
Oh, she liked the sound of that.
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Keira was squirming on his lap, her pants of arousal nearly drowning out the game playing on the TV. Not that Julian was paying much attention. His gaze kept dropping to the squirming bundle on his lap.
Damn. She was sexy.
Cole reached over for the bowl of popcorn that Julian had prepared, he grabbed handful then reached over and held one kernel towards Keira.
“Open, kitty, you’ve been so good you deserve a treat.”
She opened her mouth.
“Stick out your tongue,” Cole commanded. He placed the piece of popcorn on her tongue. It darted into her mouth and she chewed quietly.
Fuck. Why was that such a turn-on? Cole fed her another few pieces, each time waiting for her to stick out her tongue. Julian rolled her nipple between this finger and thumb and she rubbed up against his erection.
He groaned.
“Julian, why don’t you strip off and get more comfortable,” Cole suggested. “I’ll hold kitty for a while.”
Cole reached over for Keira, who eagerly snuggled up on his lap. He reached down and started suckling on a nipple as Julian stood and stripped. He sat back on the couch, naked. He was no longer concerned with hiding his scars now that Cole knew the truth. Fuck, they were going to have to bring this couch with them when they moved out and get Joel a new one.
“Look what you’ve done to your owner, kitty,” Cole said, pointing at Julian’s erection. “You’ve made him all hard. I think a good kitty would suck that and make it all better.”
Keira made a hungry, eager noise as she moved onto her tummy, lying over them both.
“That’s it. Lay yourself over my body and take his dick into your mouth. Good kitty.”
Julian groaned, giving up all pretense of watching the game as Keira took him deep in her mouth. Her hips and lower stomach remained over Cole’s lap, and he grabbed hold of the butt plug in her ass, twisting it.
“I’m going to take kitty’s ass soon,” Cole said almost conversationally.
“Oh, fuck.” Cole’s words had him right on the edge of coming.
“I’ve been dreaming of fucking this tight ass for a long time. There’s so much time to make up for. Kitty, make Julian come.”
Keira’s mouth moved faster, she took him deeper, until she couldn’t fit any more of him into her mouth. Julian felt his orgasm sweep through him as he came in her mouth.
“Suck him all down. Be a good girl and don’t miss a drop. That’s it. Now lick him clean. Good kitty.”
Julian was breathing heavily when Keira moved away from his cock. He ran his hand through her hair, smiling down at her gently. “Good girl, kitten,” he told her. “Christ, you’re so beautiful.”
“That she is.” Cole smacked his hand down on her ass and she let out a small mewl, looking over her shoulder at him questioningly. “I think our kitty would look good with a pink bottom to match this pink bow, don’t you?”
Julian nodded. Hell. Yes.
Could she be any more turned on? Cole and Julian were killing her.
Cole smacked his hand down on her ass. Not too hard, but definitely enough to sting. She groaned. The slight bite of pain only added to her pleasure.
More. She needed more.
Luckily, it appeared he was in a mood to give her more. Christ. Each slap of his hand made her clench around the plug, which, in turn, made her clit throb. She needed to be touched there. She needed to come.
“Ah, that is a pretty little ass. Hmm, I think our kitty might be aroused, don’t you think so, Julian?”
“Yes,” Julian said in a low voice.
“Perhaps you should carry our kitty into the bedroom where we can make her more comfortable,” Cole suggested.
Julian stood and picked Keira up. But instead of holding her bridal style, he set her on his hip. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. But she was a kitty right now. She didn’t have to worry about how he carried her or where he was taking her or what he’d do to her.
It was freeing. She could let go and just be a kitty.
She gave a murmur of delight as he placed her gently on the bed. She ran her face over the soft bed cover, snuggling into it.
“Hmm, seems kitty is very tactile,” Cole commented as he followed them in. As he watched her, he started to strip. “Perhaps we should get her a nice cuddly pet bed, and maybe some toys that she can use when her leg is better.”
Oh, yes. She liked the sound of that.
She stared at Cole, licking her lips as he stood there completely naked, his gorgeous body on display. Julian moved up beside him and she nearly came then and there. It was too much for a mere mortal to take in.
That they were both hers was nearly unbelievable.
Cole then turned Julian towards him. He placed a hand around the other man’s neck and brought him in for a kiss. She watched hungrily as Cole reached down to place his hand around Julian’s semi-erect cock.
Keira moved over to the side of the bed and swung her legs down over the edge as she watched. She tried to move her hands down between her legs, whimpering when she couldn’t do anything with her hands caught in the mittens.
“I think our
naughty kitty is trying to touch herself,” Cole said to Julian as he stepped back.
Julian shook his head at her in mock-disappointment. “I think she needs the paddle.”
“Very good idea. Julian, why don’t you rest on the end of the bed and have kitty straddle you. I’ll go get the paddle.”
Keira let out a protest at that. The paddle? She’d just had her bottom spanked, now she was going to be paddled?
Julian sat on the bed then lifted her over, arranging her so she faced him, her legs were on either side of his. “All right, kitten?” he asked her in concern. “Is your leg okay?”
“It’s fine, Sir. I promise. I am more than okay.”
He grinned. “Kitten likes being a kitty, doesn’t she?”
She nodded her head. She really did.
“Very nice,” Cole commented as he walked back in. She turned to see he had the black paddle they’d bought the other day in his hand. He walked over and grabbed a condom, placing it over his thick shaft. He’d insisted they wait until the blood tests he’d had taken the other day came back before he took either of them bare. They’d had tests done when they’d first arrived in Haven, so they were both safe.
“Julian, would you lie on your back, so I get a nice angle to paddle kitty’s naughty bottom.”
Keira groaned as Julian lay back and tugged her with him. She placed her bound hands above her, over his head. He held her steady around the waist as Cole pulled the plug slowly from her ass. Oh, Christ.
Then the paddle landed on her ass, making her squeal.
Cole tapped the paddle down on Keira’s ass slowly. One. Two. He went easy on her, even though she’d already had a warm-up. Still, he knew she hadn’t been paddled in a while. Thump! Smack! Last thing he wanted was to do anything that might remind the two of them of Vincento.
He gave her a final smack, staring down at her red, glowing ass in satisfaction.
“Naughty kitty, trying to touch herself.” He rubbed her lower back as he heard her take a few shuddering breaths. “You good, kitty?”
“No, Sir.”
He froze. Fuck. “What’s wrong? Do you need out of the cuffs? Are you in pain? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m horny. I need to come.”
Christ. He held a hand up to his chest, sharing a look with Julian.
“Naughty kitty.” He smacked his hand down on her ass. “You just gave me a heart attack. I ought to forbid you from coming tonight.”
“No, Sir,” she cried out. “Please!”
Damn, she really had him wrapped around her little finger.
“We’ll see,” was the best he could manage. “Julian, are you ready?”
“Hell, yes.” Julian adjusted Keira then slid his now-erect cock into her pussy. Cole lubed up his cock then parted her ass cheeks. Her hole glistened with the lube left from the anal plug.
“Ready to take my dick in your ass, kitty?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
He could hear Julian murmuring to her, telling her to relax. He slowly entered her. Fuck. So good. With Julian already seated in her pussy, she was extra tight.
He wasn’t going to last. He moved inside her carefully. No way would he ever risk hurting her. By the time he was fully seated, sweat coated his skin, and his breath was coming in harsh pants.
Glancing up at Julian, the other man gave him a smile. Oh, fuck yes. They started to move in tandem, as though they’d been doing this together for years. A dance they both knew instinctively. Julian thrust as Cole drew out, then he pulled back and Cole drove himself forward.
Keira writhed between them, her cries of pleasure urging them on.
More. More. His need burned through them. He couldn’t last much longer.
“Julian, are you ready?”
“God, yes.”
They moved harder, faster. Julian’s finger disappeared between his and Keira’s body and Keira cried out. He felt her come. Julian succumbed, seconds later with a roar.
Cole followed them over into bliss, his own scream overpowering theirs, the feeling of rightness one he would never take for granted again.
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Keira turned from kissing Julian to kiss Cole. They were sitting in a booth in the diner, waiting for their lunch to arrive. Julian drew her onto his lap as Cole leaned in, grasping her around the back of her neck. They were getting a little carried away considering they were in public and she knew she should pull back.
But this was Haven. Nobody would bat an eye. And it seemed the more of her men she got, the more she wanted.
Two weeks had passed since they’d told Cole everything and she couldn’t be happier. Both she and Julian were helping Cole with his house. And he was helping them heal.
“What the hell? Cole, what is the meaning of this?” a deep voice boomed out at them.
Keira pulled away from Cole, slipping off Julian’s lap and thumping onto the seat of the booth. She gaped up into the florid, fat face of Hank Bridges. She’d never liked him. Full of self-importance and thinking his position and money made him better than everyone else, she saw that he wasn’t aging well. About forty pounds overweight, with no chin and squinty eyes he stood in sharp contrast to the young, willowy brunette behind him and to his right.
The brunette eyed them curiously then turned her gaze away with a blush as she saw Keira staring at her.
“Hank? What the hell are you doing here?” Cole snapped.
“I came to find you, of course. We need to talk about the wedding. And instead, I find you here, cheating on your fiancée.”
You could have heard a pin drop in the diner, everyone had fallen silent, watching on at the drama unfolding.
Cole slowly stood, looming over Hank. “As you well know, Arabella and I are no longer engaged.”
“B-b-but, you’re just on a break,” Hank managed to say. “You’re coming back. Coming back to the business. It needs you. We all know this is just some midlife crisis.”
“A midlife crisis? Jesus, Hank. I sold all my shares. I quit my position. I ended our engagement. I’m not coming back.”
Hank glared at Keira and Julian. “Are you . . . are you in some weird cult? Have you been pulled into something depraved? We’ll get you out, son. Come with us now.”
Arabella looked aghast as her father grabbed Cole’s arm and tried to drag him away. Keira slid out of the booth, followed by Julian, as Cole shook off the old man’s hand.
“I’m not in some sort of cult. And my relationship with Julian and Keira is none of your business. Both of you need to leave now. I want nothing more to do with either of you.”
Arabella blanched, and Keira felt sorry for her. It was obvious she’d rather be anywhere but there. Cole tugged her into his side. Hank’s beady eyes went from Cole to Keira to Julian.
“Hey, I know the two of you! You used to be Cole’s PA. You think you can get hold of his money, is that it?” he sneered at Keira. “Thought I’d gotten rid of the two of you years ago.”
Cole stepped forward and got into Hank’s face. “Got rid of them? What does that mean? Are you saying you were behind those photos that were taken of us? Not Johnson?”
Bridges laughed, but it sounded nervous. Scared. “Johnson couldn’t take a piss without someone holding his dick. Of course it was me. And it fucking worked. Until you abandoned everything and everyone to come to this hick town. Your father would be fucking ashamed of you.”
Cole smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile and the other man blanched. “Thank you for the compliment, but it’s not going to save you from my wrath. I’m going to make you pay for what you did, Hank. In ways you could not even imagine. I want you to listen to me well, do not ever come near any of us again. Got me?”
Hank nodded so hard and fast she was worried he’d give himself whiplash.
“Now get the fuck out of my town.”
Hank turned and waddled through the diner as people stared at him.
“I’m so sorry. I tried to stop him,” Arabella said quietly.
“It’s okay, I know you had nothing to do with this,” Cole told her.
“Arabella! Let’s get the fuck out of this depraved fucking town!” Hank turned at the door and waggled his finger at Cole. “You’re just like that pervert brother of yours.”
Cole grinned. “Why, thank you. But let’s not tell him that. His ego is already enormous.”
Hank left, Arabella trailing behind him.
And everyone cheered.
Thank fuck he’d already told them about Arabella.
Cole turned to Julian and Keira. He waited to feel horrified that his personal business was out there for everyone to see. But that feeling never came. Huh. That was surprising. Yet freeing too.
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea he would do that, I—”
Keira reached up on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. He really should scold her for her penchant for interrupting him by kissing him.
Yeah, like he was going to do that.
“That was hot,” she told him.
Julian just snorted and sat down. “It was something.”
“I really did break it off with her.”
“We know,” Keira told him.
“Hank always was a bit thick,” Julian snarked, pulling Keira in against him. Cole sat on her other side.
Doris, the waitress, walked up and slammed a plate in front of Cole. “You deserve this.”
He stared down at the plate of meat loaf and mashed potatoes. “What is this?”
Keira grinned. “I think it’s the special.”
“I was really looking forward to the burger.”
Keira burst into laughter while Julian grinned. He just shook his head and dug in.
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“Cole. I need to speak to you.”
Cole sat up and wiped the sweat off his face. He glanced over at Julian, who was working the punching bag. Keira moved closer to him.
“Julian and Keira too,” Joel said, looking at them both. “This affects all of you.”
What the fuck was it? Cole took hold of Keira’s hand. Julian grabbed her other one and they followed Joel to his office. His brother moved behind the desk and turned the monitor of his computer around.
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