Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Angela Wray

  Ty opened his heavy eyes, watching her beneath sleep-fringed eyes, and pulled her under him and onto her back, her wetness easing the head into her pussy. Ty angled his pelvis, and his cock sank deep. Stroke after stroke, he went farther until he was bumping the end of her vagina.

  The wet noises and his low grunts drew Nate from slumber, and he sleepily moved up to the head of the bed and clumsily feed her his hard cock. The awkward movements seemed unlike Nate’s usual finesse. Ashton enjoyed seeing Nate lose control. The rhythm they worked out was not graceful but full of need and pleasure, each taking from the other what they needed and wanted.

  Daringly, she ran two of her fingers through the rivulets of saliva running down Nate’s balls and slipped them between his legs. Pressing into the rosette, she went deep. Curving her fingers, she searched for his prostate. Ashton was desperate to throw him over the edge. Seeing Nate buck and cry out his pleasure and his taste filling her mouth made her struggle to swallow it all.

  Watching Nate pump everything into her throat seemed to make Ty’s need amp up, and he hammered into her hard and then harder, thrusting deep. She heard him growl, and then he stiffened and emptied, giving her his all, every drop.

  Ashton enjoyed the weight of his body. Her belly cushioning his hard body was pure pleasure. He felt so hard and wonderful in her arms.

  Taking her mouth, Ty kissed her, only breaking away to kiss Nate’s mouth. It made her pussy clench to watch them. Ty groaned, and Nate snickered. Sliding his body to her side, Ty ran his fingertips over her cheek, against her hair, and down her small throat. Feeling her pounding pulse made him smile. It was enough to make her eyes tear.

  It was too much. They both were too much. They made her feel things she just wasn’t ready for.

  With the excuse of needing to use the facilities, she quickly got up and shut herself in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, she took the time to look at herself in the mirror. God, she was covered in love marks and small abrasions from their facial hair. Her muscles were sore, her pussy tender despite how wet she had been. Ashton’s jaw ached a little from being stretched wide, enjoying the men’s flavor. Even her nipples felt overly sensitive.

  But she looked well loved.

  Feeling Ty’s release run down the inside of her leg had her moving to the shower. Starting it, she relieved herself first and stepped into the spray, needing the time to try desperately to regroup. The fantasy of two men was never something she ever thought she would live out, but it was beyond everything she had ever thought.

  Ashton had never experienced such decadent pleasure. No one had ever cum inside her before, let alone two men, and the hot wetness was a forbidden pleasure that made her momentarily panic. She was on birth control shots, so there was no worry of pregnancy and, from what she knew from Sophie, a prerequisite to becoming a member of the club was for them to be drug and disease free. This was monitored regularly by testing.

  No reason to worry about that. She had larger worries like her stupid feelings. She had to get out of there. Hopefully, she could ease out and it would only be a matter of staying busy and she would forget about last night, and them.

  There was no way for it to work, and just the idea of the three of them together was ludicrous, really. They were sexy, well-off, and deeply in love. What the hell would they need with someone as fucked up mentally as she was? She wasn’t delusional. She knew she had more baggage than most department stores.

  Why the fuck would they saddle themselves with me?

  Of course, they never mentioned anything beyond what they had discussed yesterday, so getting out of there should be fairly easy. She just needed to hold on to her composure until she got back to her little apartment. She could wallow in self-pity and cry all she wanted there.

  Shutting off the water, she quickly dried herself and wondered what the hell she was going to do about clothes when she remembered she’d left her robe from last night hanging on the back of the door. Ashton grabbed it off the hook and put it on, she pressed her hand to her rolling stomach, and took a deep breath. She opened the door and donned her best fake smile she used with disagreeable patients and the people she didn’t like. She faced the music.

  Seeing the men in just their jeans from the night before made it difficult for her resolve to exit as quickly as possible, so she avoided their direct gazes and launched into mindless chatter. “Well, I feel better. I don’t suppose you would have something I could put on to call a cab, because I don’t really want to leave in this robe. As beautiful as it is, I don’t think it’s appropriate. I need to get home and make sure everything is in order. I’m leaving this week to do extra work at another hospital in a different state. So I really need to get home and get everything ready. I occasionally take extra jobs in other states as a nurse. The pay is great, and I’m trying to save up enough to buy a house.”

  She knew she was right in making the spur-of-the-moment decision to take the job offer in South Dakota. She had been asked about it Saturday night during her shift. Lorene, the OB nurse upstairs, was supposed to go, but since she had a family emergency come up, they were looking for someone to take her place. Ashton would call as soon as she left to confirm it. She had told them she would probably do it, but it was perfect timing. The hours would be grueling, but she did need the money for her house fund.

  Four weeks would give her plenty of time to get through this. Maybe coupled with the long, exhausting hours she would be able to forget how their hands had felt and how sweet their kisses had tasted. Turning away, she hoped they wouldn’t be able to see the pain she was struggling to hide.

  Startled, she turned back when Ty launched to his feet, appearing to be furious. Seeing him run a hand through his hair, he looked at her and then at Nate, and he seemed to be struggling. Ty’s gaze locked with Nate’s. She was unable to decipher the look that passed between the two.

  “No!” Ty started to say.

  Nate interrupted, “Ashton, honey, no. You aren’t running. If you are scared, you can talk to us, but you aren’t going to just walk away from us. I realize we didn’t point-blank explain to you that we wanted more than last night, but that’s our fault, and we will rectify that right now.

  “Ty and I want to be with you. I know—we know—that it might seem sudden, so we are willing to slow things down for you to have the chance to get to know us. We understand that you don’t come from our lifestyle so you don’t move as quickly as the relationships in BDSM tend to move, however we are willing to give you time to get used to us, and our growing relationship.

  “But you will not run. If you try, we will take turns paddling your ass and fucking you without letting you come. You will gain pleasure, but no relief. You will talk to us instead of taking off on us like a scared rabbit.”

  Ashton was so stunned at his outburst, but she felt so conflicted in her feelings, wanting only to be with them, and yet she couldn’t help but be afraid of them losing interest or moving on to someone else. She loved how they made her feel, but this was different. Could she do this? Could she take a chance on this unusual relationship?

  Seeing Ty visibly fighting against what looked like pain and anger, she felt compelled to go to him and offer comfort. Ashton curled an arm around his waist and leaned her head into his chest.

  Feeling Nate approach, she curled her other arm around his waist. Holding them both close to her, she enjoyed the moment of having them in her arms. Both cheeks warmed from resting on the ridged torso and the muscles bunched and shifted as the men embraced her, crushing the three of them together.

  Ty cupped her chin in his large hand, lifting her face. He appeared to be struggling to find the right words. “I—we—want this with you. Don’t run. Please just give us time to show you this can be good. I know what we want from you is unconventional, but not one of your so-called normal friends will ever be as well loved or well taken care of as you will always be. You will have two men pleasuring, loving, adoring, and taking care of you for as long as you
will allow us—forever if it’s left up to us. I know you aren’t ready to hear that, but I needed to say it. When you’re ready for the words you have only to say so and they’ll be yours.”

  She let quiet tears fall, and when she could get out something beyond a croak, she made a decision and said, “I want to try and see where this will go, but I don’t want a vanilla relationship with either of you. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve tried vanilla and it doesn’t work with one man and one woman. I certainly don’t think it will work with two men and one woman. Let’s try your way, but with the condition I can halt or slow down anytime I feel like everything is moving too fast or I’m afraid.” As she finished, she was physically trembling.

  Nate grabbed her hand and his thumb rubbing softly over her knuckles, offering gentle comfort. Leading them over to the couch, he sat and had Ty sit beside him. He pulled her into their laps, her bottom resting on his lap and her legs across Ty’s. Fingering a tear trail on her face, he smiled and said, “That sounds more than reasonable, doesn’t it, Ty?”

  “Yes, whatever it takes for you to give this relationship a chance,” Ty gruffly acknowledged.

  “I was supposed to go on this trip, but maybe I could let another nurse take it,” Ashton admitted.

  “The key to this kind of relationship is trust. Tell us the truth, Ashton. You weren’t committed to this trip, were you? You were using it as an excuse to run away from us, weren’t you?” Nate asked, putting him back in the true Dom role.

  “Yes, I told them I would consider the trip, but, no, I didn’t commit to it. I was using it as an excuse,” she admitted in a tremulous voice.

  “Why?” Ty asked in his own hard Dom voice.

  “I—ah—I…” She couldn’t answer him. She knew she was going to run and was embarrassed, but who wanted to admit that they were a coward? She didn’t. Maybe they would take her stumbling answer instead of making her tell them of her fears.

  “Why?” Ty demanded again.

  She stayed stubbornly silent, hoping he would let it go and not make her justify the lie or explain the cowardice of her actions. Ashton followed Nate’s progress towards her the couple steps, and her stomach clenched with excitement and a tiny amount of fear of what was to come. Ashton was embarrassed to admit part of her was eager to add another layer of pleasure. Even the pain was something she was enthusiastic about trying. His grip on her body said she better be ready because she was about to get firsthand knowledge of all she ever secretly fanaticized about.

  Chapter Six

  Deciding discipline was needed, Nate stood her up, removed her robe, and had her turn and lie over his lap facedown. Ty moved to kneel in front of Nate so they could both administer her punishment, and all the while she squirmed and moved to get off his lap.

  When she started demanding they let her down, Ty spoke. “Ashton, are you really afraid? A Dom’s job is to train his sub and see to her or his best interests. Running away so your Dom can’t take care of you is not in your best interest. A good Dom would paddle your ass until you couldn’t sit for a week, however, you will have this one respite. You will just receive five swats from both Nate and I. After each spank, you will thank us, do you understand?” Ty demanded. Her willingness to be instructed was acknowledged by a mumbled, “Yes.”

  Nate placed a large hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in place, and Ty started the punishment. Rubbing and massaging the pretty globes, he warmed them before the first well-placed blow to the bottom side of the right cheek. At her indrawn breath, he sighed at the beautiful pink glow emerging from the soft tissue.

  “What do you say?” Ty asked.

  Nate heard her gasp at the sting, and a sigh worked from her throat at the bloom of burn. Clearly trying to concentrate on what Ty was asking she turned and Nate saw her meet Ty’s gaze with confusion.

  “You thank us for each spank,” he reminded gently. He was desperately trying to continue to remind himself that this was her first time being punished.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  Nate caught her off guard with the second hit. Hearing her gasp, he corrected her first mistake. “‘Thank you, Sir,’ is how you address us.”

  Gulping, she managed to do as he asked. “Thank you, Sir.”

  By the time he and Ty had one hit left, she appeared to be a squirming mass of need and confused pleasure. Her sweet cries and moans had nearly been his undoing. Nate was so thankful this pleasure was one they would continue to enjoy. They’d always loved to spank a submissive, and he’d been so anxious that her inexperience wouldn’t allow her to be able to enjoy what a well-placed spanking could offer a sub. She took it like no other before her. He was so proud of her. The way her pink bottom raised to meet their palms was a true joy as a master to witness. They were so careful not to hit the same spot more than once. The spanking was a lesson in pure pleasure for all three.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said after Ty delivered his last tap.

  Nate finished with a strong wallop that had her crying out, a plea for release. Nate turned her so she straddled his lap with her back to him.

  Ty placed Ashton’s thighs over Nate’s spread legs and opened her pink, wet pussy to him, looking at the delicate flesh. Nate could see her folds wantonly open, and her lips were as pink and wet as the ones above her waist. Leaning in, Ty ran his tongue up one side of the folds and down the other side, careful not to touch her wet little button. Curling his tongue into her slit, he sucked some of her moisture out.

  When Ty looked up again, Nate saw his whole lower face was covered in Ashton’s juices. He wanted a taste for himself so badly. Running his thumb through the trail, Nate brought it to his mouth and sucked her juices off.

  Leaving Ashton moaning in need in Nate’s arms, Ty leaned in to share Ashton’s passion with Nate, who felt Ty’s tongue around his mouth and chin, and then they took each other’s mouth in an aggressive kiss. Feeling a tentative tongue lick against their sealed mouths, they opened the kiss to include her. The three tangled tongues, and Ashton continued to whimper and rub against them.

  Nate’s gaze was snagged at the sight of Ty pulling his dick out of the tight confines of his jeans. Nate wanted to groan at the sight of Ty’s dick being swallowed by Ashton’s pussy, and watching him grab a fistful of her hair and cover her mouth with his own was nearly too much. Ty’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Nate thought her cunt must have a death grip on his length.

  Remembering the feeling of her tight little muscles clench and flutter on his cock made Nate’s balls draw up. It was no wonder the pace was fast and hard, each crying out in climax in less than a few minutes, thankfully. The feel of her sweat-slicked body sliding against his own was nearly torturous, and the smell of Ty was extremely arousing. Nate loved the weight of Ty’s head as it rested against his chest. Feeling his nipples pucker at the sensation of Ty’s breath and the rasp as he flicked his tongue against the disc made him moan.

  Nate felt like he was going to shoot his load all over her lower back, which was halfway pressed against his groin. Trying to give both his lovers the chance to ease themselves down from the high, he waited till they both could calm.

  When Ty lifted himself off of them both, Nate immediately transferred them to the floor and pushed her facedown. The grip Nate’s hands had on her easily angled her ass up into the air. He then yanked his jeans open and shoved them down to free his erection. Nate reached down, cupping his balls, tugging the sack a little he grasped the stalk of his cock. Using a sawing motion Nate worked his width into her tight little pussy. Reaching under Ashton, he stroked the little protruding clit that was literally dripping with thick moisture. Nate worked it in time with his thrusts, and when he felt her spasm, he rammed as far as her cunt would allow and released a torrent of sperm into her womb. Feeling his balls draw up and tighten, he felt like he was pouring his soul into her.

  Wanting to simply lie there and enjoy how wonderfully spent his body felt, he was content to just en
joy the view Ashton provided. She kept her cheek resting against the designer carpet that covered the beautiful wood floor.

  Breathing heavily, he was drawn to touch her, and his own callused hands met Ty’s to caress and soothe her softness, running the length of the back, over her rosy bottom, and down her thighs. He could even see the thick releases running down the inside of her thigh despite his cock locking the majority inside of her. His member even soft-filled her to overflowing, making him desire another round.

  Pulling her flush with his body, Nate sat back, and her head rolled back to rest in the curve of his neck. She felt fantastic in his arms. Still buried inside her, he cupped her heavy breasts lovingly. Holding her and Ty lying next to them, he felt relaxed, enjoying the quiet moment.

  When Ashton’s stomach growled, they chuckled at how she sheepishly blushed, and Ty announced it was time to go home and enjoy a nice breakfast.

  Nate dressed her back in her robe, and Ty collected their things. All through the ride in the elevator down to the private garage they touched her in little reassuring ways. Nate was so worried about how quiet she was during the drive over to their home that it almost made the quick drive seem like an hour for him. Maybe she was just tired and hungry.

  While Ty started on breakfast, Nate led her upstairs to shower. Showering with Ashton was a joy. She was so beautiful and soft in his arms. When he was done washing her body, he made her stand beneath the water while he efficiently scrubbed himself. Flicking the water off, he wrapped her in a towel and dried them both off. Dressing himself in sweats, he held out a robe for her to done. Taking her hand, they walked down the stairs, smelling bacon, and he heard Ashton’s stomach growl again. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her into the kitchen where they found Ty flipping pancakes.