Sebastian and Wyatt stood erect and proud in front of her. The limited lighting set the stage for romance. Again, the word appeared in her vocabulary and she trembled in delight as she let herself wonder, let herself hope and even pray for a small taste of what so many women wanted, so many females claimed to have.
Kneeling in front of her, Sebastian placed both hands on one leg. Wyatt caressed the other. Tongues and fingers wandered over her. Cocks pressed against her calves or thighs.
Fingers parted her pussy. Fingertips raked over her nipples. Mouths searched eagerly for her opening and then…oh God…then it became wet and wild, raunchy and sexy.
Sebastian yanked her forward, bringing her entire body over his and thrusting his tongue deep inside her folds. From her right side, Wyatt cradled her breast, drawing her nipple between his lips and sucking on the point until her breast was heavy, her nipple ached.
“Hold back,” Wyatt told her, dragging his cock around the shape of her mouth. “Don’t let go until you have permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, riding Sebastian’s face, unable to stop the grinding as her body undulated around his tongue. She tried to move closer, longing to really ride out the multitude of sensations his oral affections brought.
One minute, Wyatt teased her with his cock, slipping in and out of her mouth. He tapped at her tonsils, stroked her cheek with his knuckles, and ordered her to tighten around his size. His strong and throaty demand only added to her arousal, stroked and provoked her womanly desires.
Her arms and legs vibrated with electrifying sensations. Her toes tingled. Her pussy clenched. Her body rocked.
“Please!” she wailed, truly crying out in sexual frustration as Sebastian’s tongue whipped inside her channel.
He flicked his tongue in a rapid succession. She was almost there. She was ready to sing and dance, rock and roll, just give him something to remember as she rode his face like she’d ride his cock—without reservations or limitations, without self-inflicted rules or crazy notions.
By the way he aggressively feasted on her pussy, she knew without any uncertainty. He was enjoying this as much as she was.
“Go ahead, slave,” Wyatt whispered at her ear. “Set yourself free.”
And her body soared as her knees rose from the floor. She bore down on Sebastian’s shoulders with her palms as his tongue traveled deep inside the heart of her pussy, fluttering and sipping, licking and sucking.
“Oh God!” she screamed, throwing herself to the right or left, undulating in total pleasure as he snaked his tongue deeper inside her cunt, loving her intimately as he coaxed out the most violent of orgasms.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, kissing her inner thighs when she finally came down from a satisfying high. “That’s my sweet and sexy woman.”
Chapter Forty-Eight
Sebastian had stamina, but he wasn’t a fucking stallion. They’d been screwing for nearly twenty minutes. He’d spent that long between her talented legs, licking her delectable pussy, savoring every last stroke. But sometimes a man had to take center stage, with or without an audience.
Staring down at her body as he and Wyatt fucked her together, he became fanatical about collaring her. He was obsessed with the idea of placing their mark around her neck. He wanted ownership by offering her a symbol of their love.
“I can’t do this anymore,” Sebastian said, easing away from her pussy.
“Did I do something wrong?” she immediately asked, her brow furrowing.
“Are you kidding me?” Wyatt pecked her lips with a multitude of kisses. “You’re perfect.”
Kimberly turned her head. She bit down on her slender finger, watching Sebastian’s every move.
“Come here, baby,” Wyatt said, gathering her in his arms.
“But he stopped,” she whispered, acting as if she thought only Wyatt would hear her.
“And there’s a reason.” Wyatt pulled her across his lap, locked her legs around his back, and drove inside her, throwing his arm behind his hips and propelling forward, hammering inside her with a damning pace.
“Fuck you, Wyatt,” Sebastian teased, realizing he was giving a few extra efforts to taunt the odd man out.
“I’d rather love our woman,” he whispered, dragging his lips over her extended nipple, cupping her ass, and driving his cock deep inside her cunt.
“Come, lover,” Wyatt said, that heavy look of drowning satisfaction washing over his face. “Ah yeah. Come right now for me, slave. Damn it to hell! Come!”
Sebastian watched in extraordinary awe as Kimberly’s arms and legs locked around Wyatt, her body shaking violently with the sudden tremors, timed jolts. Wyatt seemingly fed her a few inches of cock before retreating and giving her a few more hard and deep stabs of satisfaction.
As the odd man out, he ended up with the best seat in the house, watching the good loving, the intense pleasure one man gave to another by enjoying their shared partner to the fullest. As their bodies relaxed, Sebastian reached inside his satchel, retrieving the collar he and Wyatt had chosen together several months before.
Moving behind her, he unlatched the articulate platinum collar. The intricate details of the design would stand out against her flesh as the five rows of diamonds—hundreds of them—would sparkle and shine against her flawless skin and pretty tan flesh.
Without asking for her hand in marriage or assuming she would translate the collar as an engagement of any sort, he slipped the neckband around her and fastened the clasp.
“What’s this?” she asked, her fingertips skimming across the studded texture.
With a fierce gaze locked upon the collar, Wyatt said, “We want to make you happy, Kimberly. We will please you, adore you, pamper and love you.”
“We aren’t asking you to commit to forever right now. Of course if you will entertain the offer, all the better.”
“You’re collaring me?”
“Yes, slave,” Wyatt replied. “We’re collaring you. What do you think about that?”
Her gaze shifted from one man to the other before she looked behind them. “What do you think about that?”
The crowd released a sudden cheer and Sebastian jerked, realizing for the first time that the audience had finally been permitted to join them. In the end, he couldn’t think of a better time or a more appropriate grand finale.
Epilogue
Ansley, Trixie, and Patience entered her master suite and looked around the grand space with widened eyes.
“Now I see why she didn’t call,” Ansley said, clearly pouting.
“I guess she didn’t have time,” Patience added, frowning.
Kimberly glanced at Trixie, who looked thoroughly amused. “I’ve been a little busy.”
“It’s been three damned months,” Ansley bit out. “The honeymoon should be over by now.”
“Who’s getting married?” Kimberly asked. “Certainly not me.”
“Famous last words, chickadee,” Ansley bit out.
Trixie flung herself to the bed and crossed one leg over the other as she studied the furniture. “Don’t pay any attention to her. She’s missed you. Can’t you tell?”
Ansley snorted at that and joined Patience to check out the spanking table. “So you just play all day?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
Trixie shot her a knowing glance.
“And what do they do exactly?”
Kimberly shrugged. “Who knows and who cares. It’s not my place to ask questions.”
“What do you mean it’s not your place?”
Patience shot her a look of understanding then.
“I’m living my life as I see fit, Ansley. I’m happy. I’m having the best time of my life.”
“Clearly,” Ansley grumbled.
“And it isn’t right for you or anyone else to come in and judge me.”
“I’m not judging,” Patience assured her. “I’m jealous.”
Ansley marched to the hearth. “Why, pray tell, would you b
e envious of whips and chains?”
“Hello, Ansley,” Wyatt said, entering the room with Sebastian on his heels. He nodded at the others. “Ladies.”
Sebastian said his hellos as well then slipped his arm around Kimberly’s waist. “Don’t knock the erotic spankings until you’ve had one.”
“I have thank you very much,” Ansley bit out.
“Then you shouldn’t turn up your nose at our collection of tools,” Wyatt pointed out.
Ansley glared at Trixie as if she were willing her to say something. When she didn’t, Ansley stood taller and said, “Kimberly, you have to move back to Fletcher.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” Ansley demanded.
She took a deep breath and looked at Wyatt, who immediately came to her defense. “She’s happy here.”
“I didn’t ask you,” Ansley said.
“Well I’m responding for your sister.”
“She can speak for herself.”
“I’d rather speak for her,” Wyatt said.
Sebastian smirked. “We like to keep things simple for Kimberly.”
“I do, too,” Ansley said, defiant as ever. “And she is needed back in Fletcher, so she’ll just leave with us.”
Patience shook her head. “I’m starving. I think I’ll go downstairs and have a slice of pizza.”
“Me, too,” Trixie said, following her. “Nice digs around here though, guys. I plan to come back after supper and take a few snapshots. Brock, Mitch, and Rory need to man up and build a playroom, too.”
“This is their freakin’ bedroom, Trixie,” Ansley grated out. “Do you not see that as a problem?”
“No, Ansley, I don’t,” Trixie replied, leaving the room.
“We’ll talk downstairs,” Ansley said, shifting her gaze between Wyatt, Sebastian, and Kimberly.
“Yes we will,” Wyatt said, now deviling her with purpose.
Once she exited the room, the three burst into laughter.
“She’s impossible,” Sebastian said.
“I warned you.”
Wyatt winked. “I’ll handle Ansley.”
Kimberly sashayed across the room. “Now you see why I wanted you to control every single aspect of my life. I’m stress-free and the two of you are stuck explaining to my sister why I don’t want to move back to Fletcher.”
“Why is that again?” Sebastian teased, pinching her ass.
“Because I’m in love, Sir. And better still, I’m finally loved in return.”
THE END
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Epilogue
About the Author
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