Owned Forever

by Willa Edwards

  “You’re welcome, buddy.” Grant popped him in the shoulder. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

  He turned around, walking back to the bedroom door.

  “Hey, Grant,” he called after his brother.

  Grant turned toward him, a big smile on his face. “Thought of something already?”

  Not exactly. “You know that plan we have for tonight?”

  Grant nodded, his stance straightened at the mention of the treats they’d bought for Kate. The Dom in him rising to the surface.

  “Do you think we could change them, just a little bit?”

  His brother looked down, scratching his chin. “I guess so. What did you want to change?”

  “I think we need to incorporate a little bit more of what I’m good at into our plans.”

  Grant smiled. “I think we can do that. In the spirit of togetherness.” Grant stepped back into the room and sat down on the edge of his bed, staring up at Daniel with interest. “What did you have in mind?”

  Oh, he had a lot in mind. For tonight and for the rest of their lives.

  Chapter Ten

  Daniel, Kate and Grant walked up the stairs to their little house arm in arm. The ceremony had been beautiful. Grant had given a stirring speech about the love she and Daniel had for each other while the sun set behind them. Daisies and pink roses breezed from the archway about their head. Her parents had stayed through the whole service. They didn’t appear thrilled to be sitting on bales of hay, but they hadn’t complained. She’d even thought her father had tears in his eyes when they’d said goodbye.

  Their relationship had come a long way this weekend. And though she knew it wasn’t perfect and there would be issues in the future, Kate was more hopeful for the future than she had been a week ago.

  “Are you happy, my blushing bride?” Daniel smiled at her with a big grin.

  She rubbed her hand across his cheek, and he nuzzled further into her palm. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, husband.”

  “Good.” He pulled her close, kissing her completely. Behind her, Grant brushed his fingers across her shoulders. His touch was a heady accent to the already-drugging kiss.

  Daniel picked her up, holding her tight to his chest. She leaned her head against his shoulder while Grant opened the door, ushering them into their home. Kate kissed Daniel’s neck as they walked across the threshold and into their new lives, together.

  “Welcome home, sweetheart,” Daniel whispered in her ear, and her stomach fluttered.

  She smiled. Home. She liked that.

  She turned her head, studying the room with amazement. While they’d been busy preparing for the big day, Grant had finished up the last touches on their home. She’d been here only two days ago, yet somehow, the place looked completely different. The walls had been painted, the couch, table and chairs were placed in their respective spots in the living area, and a few pictures had been hung on the walls.

  It wasn’t much, but it was all theirs. She’d never lived anywhere so beautiful.

  “Good job, bro. It looks fantastic.” At her right, Daniel stared around the room, taking in all the changes Grant had made in the last day along with her. His hand never leaving hers.

  “Like your new home, honey?” Grant tangled his fingers through the hair flowing down her back. Each pull on the strands sent shivers through her whole body.

  She looked over at him, surprised by the apprehension in his eyes. How could he not know how much she loved their place? Every part of it. Because her men had built it for her. Together.

  She nodded. “I love it.”

  “I’m glad. It looks like we’ll be living in your divine pleasure for some time.”

  Kate laughed out loud. “Damn right, you will.”

  Grant stepped toward her. A dangerous hungry look in his eyes set her body flaming. Her stomach knotted and her pussy dampened. She knew what that glare meant. And she was more than ready for it.

  His hand cupped around her cheek, directing her gaze up to his. He conveyed power in his every look, every touch, in every breath he took.

  “Ready for your special surprise?” His rusty tone sent shivers through her whole body and her clit ached. Oh yeah. She was so damn anxious she might combust.

  Kate nodded. “Yes, Master.” She’d been looking forward to this for months. From the hints Grant had dropped, she had some idea what lay beyond that door. All his gentle nudges about how he planned to spank her, bind her, all the different positions he planned to fuck her in. Her body burned at the thought of it.

  “Good girl.” Grant smiled back, spreading his legs out a little farther, strengthening his stance. Her eyes dropped down to the distinctive ridge rising up below his belt buckle and sucked in a deep breath. She wasn’t the only one was desperate and needy.

  “What do you think, bro?” He turned next to his brother, who held a similarly wolfish grin.

  Daniel’s dark eyes scanned up and down her body, creating a whole new set of goosebumps across her skin. “Let’s go.”

  In one quick movement, Grant scooped her up into his arms, lifting her into the air. Kate screamed at the sudden movement, wrapping her arms around his neck, more startled than anything else. She never doubted her safety. Grant would never hurt her, the bad way, on purpose.

  He held her tight, keeping her cuddled up close to his chest. One hand picked her up from beneath her knees and the other tightened around her shoulders. She nuzzled into the hollow of his neck, nipping at his throat. He released a little grunt as he stepped up to the bedroom with Daniel trailing close behind.

  In front of them loomed the closed bedroom door. The room she hadn’t been allowed to enter since they’d taken over the house for their own. Her body practically vibrated at the idea of walking through that archway and exploring all the treats waiting for her inside.

  “Ready for your big surprise, pet?”

  Kate nodded enthusiastically. “I’ve been waiting for this for a month, Master. I’m more than ready.”

  “But not patient,” Daniel laughed back.

  Daniel reached around his brother to find one of her nipples and pinched it through the lace and tulle on her wedding dress. Kate tipped her head back and let out a long moan, the sensation zipping through her body. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to stem the ache between them. She was already burning alive. If they didn’t get her in that room and out of her dress soon, she might just combust.

  Grant grabbed the doorknob, turning it with a quick flick, and he threw the door open. Daniel grabbed her hand and held it tightly as they stepped over the threshold, the three of them. One unit. For now on. Forever.

  Kate gasped. She’d never seen a more beautiful sight. The room was filled with every type of restraint device they’d used back in Dallas and so much more. A spanking bench took up one corner of the room. A ring hung from the ceiling in the opposite corner, a matching circle protruded from the floor—one to suspend her for their enjoyment and the other to keep her kneeling at their service. Both of which she planned to use very soon.

  “Welcome home, pet,” Grant whispered into her ear. He slid her down his body, purposely brushing her against every inch of his muscular frame as he placed her on her feet. Behind them, Daniel shut the door. The click of the door lock closing sent a shiver down her spine.

  She wobbled a little on her four-inch heels, the highest she could wear without falling, which raised her almost to Daniel’s eye level for all their pictures. Now it seemed like a horrible idea to have ever put these shoes on. It was hard enough to walk in them normally, but with her thighs quivering and her knees knocking together, it was impossible.

  “Is this what you were expecting?” Humor filled Grant’s tone, but when she glanced up into his eyes, she saw an apprehension there—fear that he hadn’t delivered on what she wanted. Kate’s heart melted at the look. Nothing could be further from the truth. They’d given her so much more than any woman deserved and that was all bef
ore she walked into the room. Everything in this bedroom was just the cherry on top of an already amazing sundae.

  “Yes.” She cupped Grant’s cheek in her hand. Her stomach fluttered at the joy shinning in his eyes. It always amazed her how happy she could make her men. It was so easy to forget these feelings went both ways. “This is all I could want and so much more.”

  She turned from her men to stare out into the room and at all the equipment scattered throughout. Her body burned. Which one would Grant use on her first? In their days in Dallas, Grant had always been a fan of a spanking bench, but the suspension ring really caught her eye.

  Not that it mattered much where they started. They’d try every piece of furniture in this room shortly. She’d make sure of it.

  “I’m glad, pet,” he whispered in her ear, sucking on the lobe before biting down hard enough she gasped. “I hope you enjoy it.”

  “I think that’s up to you, Master.”

  Grant chuckled. He wrapped an arm around her, grabbing her right ass cheek in his hand and squeezing hard enough to remind her of the type of pleasure he offered. Every welt from her well-used ass from the previous night’s activities flared to life.

  “And don’t you forget it, pet. Your pleasure is mine to give and mine to deny.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She accepted that, as long as he started offering it to her pretty damn soon.

  Grant only smiled. He sensed the hunger inside her. She was sure of it. Grant always knew what she needed, without her having to say a word. It’s what made him an amazing Dominant.

  “How about we get started on that pleasure right now?”

  Kate nodded enthusiastically. She stepped closer to him, smoothing her hand down his hard chest. “If you think that’s best, Master.”

  Grant tugged her, closing the distance between them. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he yanked her head up to meet his eyes. “Damn right, I think its best.” He growled before devouring her lips, his tongue plundering her mouth. She moaned into the kiss. The sensation was overwhelming, earth shattering, and only the beginning. She hoped.

  “Do you know the best part about this room, pet?”

  She shook her head. Already she’d found so many toys to play with, some she didn’t even know how to use, though she was sure her men would show her. She couldn’t imagine which he thought was best.

  “There’s no one in the room next door. There’s no one even close.” He cast a glance toward the window where his mother’s house could be seen in the distance. Not far, but definitely not close. “You can scream as long and as loud as you want, pet. No one will be able to hear you.”

  He grabbed the nape of her neck, holding her tight, and Kate whimpered at the touch. His fierce grip felt so good her knees almost buckled.

  “No one will be coming to save you.” He sneered before capturing her mouth with his and her head swam. His teeth nipped at her lips before slamming his tongue down her throat with such authority her whole body shook. He kissed her like he owned her, owned every part of her. And he did. Completely.

  Daniel’s lips coasted down her neck and Kate pulled in a deep breath. The dual sensation of her two men holding her, their lips on her skin, so different and amazing, was so overwhelming she couldn’t breathe. Daniel sucked on her pulse point and she moaned into Grant’s kiss. She fisted her hands on Grant’s chest. Clutching at any stability she could find since her body seemed incapable of creating it for herself.

  Daniel wrapped his arm around her waist, helping keep her upright as he brushed his lips across her throat. The difference in their kisses, one rough and commanding, the other sweet and worshipping, set her head spinning. When they both touched her this way—both kissed her—nothing else could compare.

  It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t simple. But moments like this made it all worth it. She’d take any pain, any instability, to have Grant and Daniel. Both touching her, both kissing her, both loving her.

  One of them, she couldn’t tell who anymore with her every sense overpowered by their kisses, slid a leg between hers. The thigh pressed against her pussy, applying pressure on her clit. She almost screamed at the sensation. Damn, it all felt so good. She wiggled her hips against the thick leg between hers, riding the limb.

  “Damn, pet.” Grant pulled back from her lips, panting.

  They all stood together. Their rough breathing and the heavy thump of their hearts beating in unison. Nothing beyond this room mattered. Nothing beyond the three of them was worth a second thought. She finally had her men all to herself, forever. She intended to enjoy every second of it. Gauging from the two bulges pressed into her, one against her stomach and the other at her back, she wasn’t the only one excited to be together.

  “I love this dress, sweetheart.” Daniel kissed her just below the ear. “But it’s got to come off.”

  Daniel slid his hand down her stomach almost to the junction of her thighs, pretending to be enjoying the feel of the fabric, but she knew better. He was more interested in caressing what lay under the dress. Which she had no problem with. Not even a little bit.

  She turned toward Daniel. His eyes stared into hers, dark and hungry. Just the look had her shivering with need. Mischief brightened his gaze, and she wanted to know what he planned. Desperately.

  “Yes, please.” When she’d bought this dress, she’d known she wouldn’t wear it long. No bride did. But she’d never guessed she’d be so desperate to get out of it. It had taken over three weeks to select the right dress to match her theme and taste. What a waste of time. She should have gotten married naked. It would have saved them time stripping her.

  Daniel stepped behind her. He unzipped the lace overdress and pushed it off her shoulders. Grant continued undressing her from the front, pulling the thin netting down her arms and off while Daniel untied the tight corset holding the dress to her body. They worked efficiently, as a team. This is how she’d always wanted them to be. One unit. With no sign of old rivalries or hard feelings. Just understanding and support.

  Daniel slid the dress down, relieving her of the off-white fabric, until it pooled at her feet in a puddle of lace and silk. She stood before them in only her white, ruffled underwear.

  She hadn’t been daring enough to wear a white dress when she was marrying one man while still having a relationship with another—not that she’d had any interested in looking virginal—but white undies were a wedding must.

  They both groaned. Grant’s eyes raked over her, filling her with heat. Her nipples hardened at the look he sent her, and her pussy dripped. His gaze was so carnal, so overwhelming, her knees almost gave out beneath her.

  Grant knelt before her, pulling off both her shoes, dropping her to her natural height. Daniel grasped her hips, his heat blanketing her back, keeping her almost warm enough she didn’t miss the cover of her dress, which was still circling her ankles. Daniel urged her to step to the side and out of the dress. He swept the gown up from the floor and stretched it out across the trunk at the foot of the bed. His reverence for the garment pulled at her heart. He understood how much the gown meant to her, how much this day meant to her. And his care showed he felt the same.

  When he turned back to her, her chest tightened just by her looking at him. This was her husband. Hers forever. Nothing in her entire life had ever sounded so wonderful.

  “Very traditional, pet.” Grant stroked his fingers lightly around her right breast. Her skin sizzled beneath his touch and her heart pounded. He continued his exploration down her lacy bustier to her ruffled brief panties.

  She could have gone with something more revealing, but she’d thought there was something beautiful about coming to her men all covered up for them to slowly reveal. Not to mention the idea of standing up in front of all their friends and family in little to nothing was just asking for trouble. They’d had enough revelations this weekend.

  “I like it,” Daniel added from behind her. He unclasped each bracket of the bustier stretching down her back before pulling
the straps off her shoulders and divesting her of the garment. He placed it on top of her dress with the same reverence. “I like having to peel every layer off you, slowly revealing every curve and hollow of your body.”

  Daniel cupped his hands around her breasts, kneading them. He flicked the tips, pulling them between his fingers, and she moaned aloud. “It’s like the best present I’ve ever been given. Completely ours to unwrap.”

  Grant grabbed the edges of her panties and pulled them down, quickly stripping the last article of clothing from her. “You know me.” Grant smiled up from her ankles as she lifted her feet from the underwear before he placed them gently on the pile of bridal clothing.

  “I’ve never been good at unwrapping my presents slowly.” Grant slid his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs. The cool air brushed across her pussy and her clit throbbed.

  “I want my prize right away.” He brushed kisses across her thighs and she stepped a little wider. God, she wanted him between her legs, licking and kissing and sucking her to relief. She leaned her head back against Daniel’s shoulder, pleasure zipping through her body. She dropped her fingers to Grant’s head, raked her nails through his long hair until he responded in turn.

  Grant’s rough hands clawed up her legs, sending shudders of pleasure through her whole body at his fierce treatment. Each slight pain shivered through her. He kissed her thighs, so close to where she wanted him. If he just moved a little farther north, he could give her exactly what she craved.

  She released a cry of regret when he pulled back—not that she was surprised. Grant loved to play with her, like a cat toying with a mouse. “But you, pet, aren’t so lucky.” He stared up at her. The wicked glint she loved and feared in equal measure reflected back in his eyes.

  “Don’t worry, baby.” Daniel kissed her cheek before stepping aside. “We’ll take care of you.” Daniel winked at her. He reached for his collar and unbuttoned his shirt. “Eventually.”