by Angela Wray
He watched Ashton in the mirror as her pussy continued to clench, seeming to prolong her pleasure. The contractions wracking her almost seemed torturously long. Panting, she raised her eyes in the mirror and met his. It made his stomach flip, the utter surrender she offered, but he regretted that everything appeared to be in fast forward. A special woman like her should be savored.
Pulling her off the cold marble countertop, he flinched when she slid across it. God, he had completely lost his touch. Ashton had to be his kryptonite. That’s all there was to it. Never had he been so quick on the draw.
He groaned as he recalled all the sorry-ass places he had taken her—a fucking door, a bathroom counter, the floor of the club. Sure, it had been the suite’s floor, not the actual floor of the club, but a floor was a damn floor. He normally had more finesse than to fuck a woman in such tacky places. He would be lucky if she would allow him to sit at the same damn table after that slack showing of stamina.
“Did I do something wrong?” She looked worried.
“No. Actually, I was upset that I was being a crappy Dom. I should have taken better care of you. Not fucked you on the floor and other places. My job is to care for you, and all I feel like I’ve done is be a selfish pig. A typical vanilla man,” Nate finished with disgust.
“Please don’t feel that way. I’ve never felt as wonderful or as well-loved as I do since I’ve been with you and Ty. Please don’t take this away from us…”
Nate stopped her. She was clearly upset even if he hadn’t heard her outburst with fingers over her lips. “It’s okay, baby. What I meant was that, despite you deserving better, I would never be able to let you go. I’m just sorry you’re not seeing my normal skill and charm. Right now I’m too hungry around you. Any time I see you, I’m like a rutting stag. All I want to do is claim you over and over again.”
Ashton opened her mouth to say more, but Ty appeared in the doorway. “Dinner’s ready. The beef is resting. Do you need anything, Ashton, before we sit down to eat?”
“Socks would be great because my feet are freezing and maybe some panties. I’m afraid I’ll make a mess anywhere I sit,” Ashton remarked in an almost embarrassed laugh.
“Why didn’t you say something? You don’t walk around uncomfortable. Ever. Do you understand?” Ty demanded.
She rolled her eyes, but replied in a snarky tone, “Yes, Sir.”
* * * *
Ty took off upstairs, making a mental note to make sure she kept socks on her feet. It was only September and not very cool, so she would be freezing by November. They would need to figure out a comfortable temperature so she could wear minimal clothes all the time. Ideally they would love to keep her naked. Grabbing socks and a pair of silk panties out of the bags on their bed, he looked around the room. Tonight would be the first night they would spend in the room. He and Nate had worked to create the perfect suite for them.
They had spent six months working with an interior decorator to find all the perfect elements. There was the closet the designer told them would be any woman’s dream come true. He just hoped Ashton liked it. It was a walk-in, and they had ordered a designer to come in and add plenty of elements most of their female clientele found appealing in a closet. For the bathroom they had chosen a huge tub that would fit the three of them and similarly the shower. The designer only raised her brows when they demanded a third sink, but she really flipped her lid when they requested a third closet.
Jogging down the stairs, he loped into the kitchen to find Ashton sitting in her chair and Nate dishing up their plates before grabbing their glasses to fill from the table. As he walked over to Ashton, she smiled and held out her feet. He couldn’t resist tickling the bottoms quickly before slipping the soft white ankle socks on her dainty little feet. Holding out his hand, he helped her up and bent to smoothly move the pretty silk and lace panties up her thighs, caressing them as he went. He growled. He shouldn’t be hard, but there he was throbbing. Ty slipped his hand into her panties and ruffled the soft curls. Sliding down her cleft, he pushed his middle finger between the folds into the slippery heat. Withdrawing, he rolling her little button with his wet digit. Ty smiled when he felt her knees give just a hair, and he pulled his hand away. Ashton’s eyes followed the finger he lifted to his mouth, watching as he sucked all the juice off. Seeing her lips part, he knew he was just seconds from throwing her onto the table and fucking her senseless.
Luckily, Nate saw and, cutting in, he turned her to a chair, sitting her in it. Remembering the surprise he had for her, Ty grabbed the bottle of diet citrus soda out of the refrigerator. She squealed when she spotted it. Nate and he looked at one another in bewilderment and humor, but Ty sat the bottle down beside her glass then brought the pitcher of water out for them.
They finished dinner, and Ty and Nate cleaned the kitchen. They were content to watch Ashton squirm in the chair, knowing that it wasn’t only anxiety, that it was primarily arousal. Ty guessed she knew they were going to devour her as soon as they got done with the mundane things that needed to be taken care of.
When they were finally done putting the kitchen to rights, they turned and leaning against the counter. They motioned her over, dropping their jeans as one, letting their cocks just bob in the wind. Ashton walked over to them slowly, looking her fill. Ty admired the sight of her dropping to her knees, and she allowed her fist to glide over each erection, stroking one then the other. Ashton opened her mouth, and she held both heads together, licking first one tiny hole, then another, each leaking fluid. Seeing her mouth stretched as wide as it would go, she managed to fit both of the heads in, but no more. When she allowed Nate to slip out of her mouth, she reached down and cupped his balls, giving them a tug as. She kept her hand circling Nate as she swallowed Ty’s length as best she could, gagging a few times. Ty whispered to her to swallow and breathe through her nose. Swallowing him down, she nearly brought him to the brink of climax before releasing him. She repeated the process with Nate, clearly enjoying each man’s individual flavor by the deep moans escaping her mouth. Both men stopped her by grabbing her arms and hauling her up as she reluctantly released each cock.
Nate bent and put Ashton right over his shoulder, and they made the stairs in double time. He put her on the bed and snapped the little strings on the panties and eased his ruined shirt off her shoulders. Breathing hard, Ty saw Nate turn to see what they should do next, and Ty eyed his cock with hunger.
“Fuck Ashton, but don’t come. I’ve missed having your cum in my mouth. I want to fuck her and suck your dick at the same time,” Ty demanded.
Seeing Ashton’s eyes glossy with need as he said this, Ty watched as Nate pushed his cock into her juicy little slit and rested there for a moment before he started pounding in and out of her until Ty felt compelled to slow Nate down by nipping him on his shoulder to draw his attention to him.
“Don’t come. I mean it. I want you to shoot every drop into my mouth, but only while I’m fucking our woman.”
Nate shuddered and moved up to straddle Ashton’s pretty face, his balls hanging over her mouth. Moving to fit the head of his cock into Ashton’s pussy, Ty pushed in, the juices easing his way. Feeling her little muscles fight his size, he continued to persevere. Hitting bottom in Ashton was almost perfection.
It became perfect when Nate thrust his cock against Ty’s lips, and Ty sucked the head into his mouth, swallowing the delicious meat. The taste of both Nate and Ashton burst in his mouth. It was so fucking good. The feel of her tight pussy and Nate’s wide cock filling his throat made him moan. He didn’t want to come so soon. He wanted this to last forever. Letting Nate’s cock go, he took a breath, trying to hold off.
Ty whispered for Ashton to finger Nate’s ass so they could all come together, and he swallowed Nate’s meat again. Thrusting harder into Ashton, he felt his balls tighten as his cum shot out, filling Ashton, her climaxing pussy milking every drop. Nate shoved deep once more, and he poured stream after stream of semen down Ty’s throat. T
y strived to swallow every ounce. The two of them collapsed on either side of Ashton, caressing her with soft touches.
Knowing that she wouldn’t sleep comfortably without a shower, Ty rose, and scooped her up, carrying her into the shower where he stood her on her feet. The hot water felt great, but Ty noticed Ashton shifted against the shower poof he used to wash her pussy.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Ty asked.
“I’m a little tender,” she whispered in embarrassment.
“I am so sorry, honey. Why didn’t you say something? Didn’t we cover this? You never allow yourself to be uncomfortable. If there is a way for us to make things better for you, it’s your job to tell us. If you choose not to, then it’s an automatic spanking, and this one we might not let you come from,” Ty said, frustrated.
Rinsing her off, he picked her up and sat her on the counter. Spreading her thighs, he inspected her flesh. Ashton grabbed the towel off the counter and wrapped it around her, covering her face.
“You are red, but no cuts or scrapes. It should be fine in a day or so,” he said after he inspected every centimeter of her pink flesh. When he looked at her face he caught her rolling her eyes.
“Are you sure? Because I’m not a nurse or anything—I couldn’t possibly know that it was nothing more than tender, huh?” Ashton replied sarcastically, lashing out in a snippy tone.
Raising an eyebrow, he waited for an apology for her disrespectful tone and words. When nothing came, he jerked her off the counter and bent her over the surface, pushing her chest flush with it. Swatting her once, he met her eyes in the mirror and waited. Seeing her mutinous pout he knew nothing was forthcoming yet. He gave her another swat, this one a little harder than before. Seeing her stubbornness coming out, he looked her in the eye again explaining, “Since you are going to act like a brat, I will treat you like one. You are going to take five swats as your punishment.”
“One.” He counted the first one off.
“Two.” A beautiful red color bloomed on her bottom.
“Three.” That swat made tears come to Ashton’s eyes.
“Four.” She started to sob after this one.
“Five.”
Seeing her lay there, he was afraid she would feel dejected, so he immediately pulled her into his arms, telling her how well she took her punishment and what a good girl she was and how proud they were that she was their women. Helping her wrap the towel properly around her, he led her out to the bedroom and told her to lie on the comforter. Grabbing the towel that was wrapped around her, he watched as Nate placed another down for her to lie on.
Going to the bath, he grabbed some massage oil and brought it back to the bedroom. Both he and Nate poured some in their hands and began to knead the muscles and soothe her soft skin with the oil. When she groaned, they both smiled and continued to rub her down. Nate had chosen to take her shoulders and back, and Ty her bottom and legs. When he got to her feet, she let out an almost orgasmic moan, telling them they had found her favorite place for a massage. They continued soothing her with their oil-slicked hands, and it wasn’t long before she was softly snoring.
* * * *
Leaving her lying there, Nate followed Ty down the stairs to lock the doors. After a security check of the house they were making their way back to the bedroom when Nate heard her cry out, and both of them took off in a dead run, storming through the double doors of their bedroom. Ashton was sitting up, shaking and crying. They both rushed to her side to comfort her and find out what happened.
Nate kissed her hair and questioned her. “What happened, baby? We only left you long enough to ensure the house was secure. You were asleep. Did you have a bad dream?”
“Yes. I was home alone and all of a sudden I was tied to the bed, and there was a man in a mask holding a whip and he kept hitting me. I kept screaming for you both and I couldn’t find you. Then I was running and you were pulling out of the drive and I couldn’t catch you. I was so scared,” she finished on a hiccup.
“Honey, we wouldn’t leave you alone. We would never allow anyone near you with a whip but us, and that’s only if it’s something you want. And as for us leaving without you, that’s impossible, baby,” Ty soothed.
Feeling the shudders wrack her body, Nate picked her up off the comforter, and Ty pulled the covers back. They both got in, and she snuggled up to them, her hands clutching them anxiously. Continuing to pet and ease her, they waited for her to fall back to sleep. Normally they would have clouded her brain with sex, but since Ty had told him she was tender, sex was out. As crazy as it sounded coming from them, he loved holding her as much as he enjoyed loving her.
Nate couldn’t wait to introduce her to his family tomorrow night. They had dinner with them every Tuesday, and he wanted to show his brothers how beautiful their woman was. Knowing that they’d be drooling all through dinner made him want to rub his hands together in triumph. His mother would immediately see a broken heart like she had seen with Ty and do her best to alleviate any pain she could. It was exactly what both of his loves needed. Hopefully one day they would have their own family dinners. The idea of having his family over to help them enjoy the children they hopefully would have made his heart ache. Thinking of ball games and ballet recitals made him anxious to have it all now. Looking over at Ty, he found him awake and looking at the ceiling, too, lost in thought.
“Hey, you okay?” Nate questioned.
“Yeah, babe. I was just thinking about her nightmare. Do you think it was my fault because I spanked her? I know she is attracted to the lifestyle, and she is such a natural sub. Do you think I moved too fast?”
He could hear the fear in Ty’s voice. “No, no way. This is the shit from her apartment, you know that. I actually think she needed the spanking like a release valve. You know as well as I do that all subs need discipline, craving it just as much as we crave giving it to them. No, don’t second-guess our method. You are just letting your feelings for her get in the way of giving her what she needs. Stay the path. Tomorrow we are going take her shopping and then to my folks’ for dinner, which will be a nice distraction for her. You will see, babe. I promise. Try and get some sleep, we both need it.”
Leaning over to kiss Nate’s lips, Ty nodded his understanding and agreement that they were on the right road.
Chapter Nine
Ty woke with a warm, sleeping woman sprawled over his chest, her hair was tickling his face, and he saw Nate pressed to her back. Both had him on the edge of the bed, nearly falling off. Untangling himself, he slipped from the bed, hoping to get breakfast made before either one woke up. Going to the room he normally shared with Nate, he opened his dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans to put on. Ty looked at the bed he’d always shared with Nate. There were so many happy memories with Nate in this room, but he knew what they could be potentially building would be for the three of them.
Going downstairs, he wondered what would happen from here. Grabbing the things he needed for French toast, he sat them all on the counter. After pulling the French bread out of the cabinet, he started mixing the batter and slicing the bread.
When he had everything nearly done, he turned to see Nate standing in the doorway watching him. Dressed in nothing but jeans, he looked so damn good, arms braced on both sides of the doorjamb and his eyes heavy with sleep.
“Hey, babe,” Ty said.
“Morning,” Nate murmured.
Ty walked over to him and kissed his mouth, loving the feel of his scruff and the contrast of his soft lips. Wrapping his arms around his middle, Ty rested his forehead against Nate’s and closed his eyes, absorbing his embrace and affection. That was one of the things he loved most about Nate, his easy acceptance and willingness to love. He wished it was as simple for him. It just wasn’t. He struggled with his emotions and feelings.
Thankfully Nate loved him regardless. He wasn’t afraid of the times when he was in a shitty mood because of a dream or memory from his childhood that crept up. Gratitude washed over him, he was
so fucking lucky to have this man in his life. He may not deserve him, but he’d be damned if he would ever let him go. It was plain and simple Nate saved him. Saved him from his own self-destructive ways and was a friend even before he became the lover he could never live without.
“I had to get out of bed. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep from fucking her. Plus I knew you would be up cooking so I decided to see if I could help you,” Nate said.
“No, I pretty much have it all done. I’ll pull out the juice and get the plates if you will go and wake her up. I can’t, because I know I won’t be able to keep from having her either,” Ty replied with disgust at himself.
* * * *
Ashton felt a hand brushing the curls away from her face, and a voice gently called her to wake up. “Baby. Ty has breakfast ready. We have a lot to do today. It’s time to get up. Come on, sleeping beauty, and wake up.”
She huffed and turned away, but then the covers were dragged from her body. She grabbed them in a death grip, pulling them back up. Fisting his hands in the covers, Nate ripped them off, swatting her on the ass. She glared at him through the curly mess of her hair. He laughed like a stupid hyena. Ashton got up in a huff and stomped off to the bathroom.
When she came out of the bathroom, he held out her robe. She slipped her arms through it silently, and when he held out his hand to walk downstairs, she took it without thought.
Ty was cutting fruit up, and when they walked in, he crooked his finger at her and she quietly obeyed. He curled a finger under her chin and kissed her lips in a gentle moment and turned her toward the table, smacking her on the butt. It earned Ty a glare, one he smirked at, and she returned the action with an eye roll.