by Rachel Clark
“Perfect,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to my nose, and then Bryce lowers his mouth to my pussy once more. This time he isn’t gentle. This time he pushes two fingers inside me and presses his mouth to my flesh. I can feel his tongue parting my folds, the moist heat arousing in a very intimate way.
I move my legs, instinctively trying to close them, trying to escape the intense sensation.
“Open,” Bryce growls, the vibration of his verbal order against my skin sending heat skittering through me. I gasp as something happens, something I don’t understand, the feeling that I’m rocking, as if lying in a boat battered by gentle waves suddenly becoming stronger, suddenly becoming more necessary, somehow suddenly vital to my state of mind.
I tense, my legs stiffening as heat bursts through me, the incredible sensation taking over my whole body, dictating my movements, pounding me from all sides as I gasp for breath. A soft moan escapes me, the feeling of undulating becoming reality, my movements no longer of my own accord.
I sob as the feeling deepens, the heat expands, exhaustion grips me.
Grant and Bryce both embrace me, their soft touches and whispered words bringing me slowly back to reality. I feel Grant maneuver me to a different position, barely registering that I’m cradled in his arms until he wipes the tears from my face.
“Have you never had an orgasm before, little one?”
His voice is soft, but I can hear the thread of concern. It takes a few more moments to pull my emotions and my physical responses back under my control. Smiling tiredly, I try to reassure him, but there’s not much I can say. The answer to his question is obviously “no.” It doesn’t matter that I would have answered otherwise if asked only a half hour ago. Back then I hadn’t really known the definition of the word. I shake my head, feeling the heat of embarrassment scorch my face.
“Thank you, Karly,” Bryce says in a voice filled with emotions that I can’t quite identify.
He moves his hand back to my wet flesh, my embarrassment growing as I realize how ready I am, how much I actually want him or Grant inside me.
It’s only then that I realize they are both still fully dressed.
Holy heavens. If that’s what these men can do to me with their clothes on, I’m not entirely sure I’ll survive it if they ever take them off, but oh wow, I really want to find out. I lift up to press a kiss to Grant’s mouth as I try to reach the buttons on his shirt.
His soft laugh has me smiling against his lips.
“Impatient, little sub?” I nod effusively, still trying to undo buttons when he lifts me off his lap and moves off the bed. “Back into position,” he says in that bossy tone that seems to turn me on even more. How on Earth is that possible? I already feel on the verge of another amazing, life-altering experience and they’re only just looking at me.
I quickly stretch out, grasping the headboard once more, moaning as I watch them drag off their clothes. They’re both tall and sleek, muscular in all the right places, but it’s the erections between their legs, two rigid cocks that have me whimpering with need.
Grant takes his time rolling on a condom, teasing me as I watch.
Finally, he settles his body over mine, the position that used to leave me feeling claustrophobic somehow now making me feel loved and cherished, protected and truly cared for. I open my thighs wider, inviting him into my body, urging him to hurry as my need to know this man so intimately spirals out of control, but instead he lowers his head back to my breast, sucking at the nipple as I writhe with the unexpected sensation.
“Be still,” Bryce commands, my immediate compliance earning me a smile. I’m still incredibly turned on, so ready for sex that not moving intensifies the feeling, not quells it. Grant cups my face gently, his gaze searching mine as he finally presses his hard shaft against my willing flesh.
My body opens to him easily, eagerly accepting that first gentle thrust.
I feel tears flow down my face once more, his obvious care for my comfort making me love him even more. Bryce presses a kiss to my lips as Grant holds still inside me as I adjust to his size.
“Okay?” Grant asks as he slides partially out of me and then slowly returns.
I nod my head, unable to speak from the emotions crowding my throat.
“Good girl,” he says, starting to move a little faster, the slow glide into and out of my body increasing in speed, growing more forceful. I lift up to meet him, too impatient to wait for his deliberate thrusts. He moans, his own arousal seeming to grow as he starts to move faster, pressing me harder against the bed, taking control of my movements once more, pinning me to the mattress, loving me in a way I’d never dreamed possible.
I can’t believe that I’m shaking, the sensations of my earlier orgasm somehow magnified, this time lifting me higher, pulling me tighter, gripping me harder.
Grant moans as heat bursts through me once more, my internal muscles caressing him intimately, my movements again no longer my own. I gasp, riding the wave of pleasure, moving against his hold, groaning my approval as he moves much faster, thrusting into me over and over as I shake in reaction. He grips my hips, pulling me to him, pounding into my body as liquid fire travels through my veins.
I lift my legs and wrap them around him, holding on to him, unwilling to release him from my grasp. His movements become wild, less controlled, more forceful. I grin as he groans, his shaft throbbing inside me, his orgasm so very beautiful to watch.
He presses his weight against me for a moment, the feeling of being completely surrounded by him comforting in an unexpected way.
“Give me a moment,” Grant says, punctuating his words with soft kisses against my throat. After a few deep breaths, he carefully moves away, his hand holding the condom in place, his obviously responsible behavior doubling the high regard I’ve always held for this man.
Bryce kisses me softly, the expression on his face hard to define. Grant is back quickly, his grin widening when he sees my arms folded over my stomach.
“Did I say you could move?” he asks, his intentions very obviously playful in the most wicked of ways.
“Um,” I say, trying not to smile as he taps a finger to his lips.
“What happens to subs who break the rules?”
I almost can’t breathe at the thought of being punished. But instead of the fear that I expected to feel, it’s renewed arousal running through my veins. He slides onto the bed, pinning my hands above my head, his other hand roaming down the length of my body as I squirm with anticipation.
Bryce gives him a concerned look, but Grant simply grins as he embarks on his wicked endeavor.
I shriek as he tickles me, his fingers somehow finding my most sensitive spots, his grip on my hands meaning I’m unable to move far enough away to escape. I’m gasping, breathless with laughter, shaking all over as he finally takes pity on me and starts to caress me instead.
“We love you, Karly,” Bryce says with a wide smile. “Marry us.”
I can’t help but tease. “Was that a question?”
“No,” he says, Grant’s fingers poised to tickle me once more. “That was a demand. A very bossy, very serious command that a good sub wouldn’t dare deny.”
His smile grows wider as I pretend to think. These men are everything I ever wanted—caring, loving, protective, and yes, even bossy. I’ve longed for a future with these men as mine. I almost can’t believe that I’m not dreaming.
“Yes, Sirs,” I whisper, trusting these men with my love, my happiness, and most definitely, my future.
* * * *
Grant swallowed the apprehension that had somehow risen to almost choke him. Despite his confident words to Bryce before they’d come into the room it seemed a small part of him had worried that he’d misread the situation. It was more than a little humbling to realize that having a future with this woman was something that he’d been willing to walk to the ends of the Earth to secure.
The fact that she seemed perfectly suited to their domination was a g
ift he could barely believe. She hadn’t even recoiled when Bryce had demanded she marry them. He watched as his brother kissed her savagely, his desperation to be inside their soon-to-be wife obvious in his urgent movements.
But she didn’t hesitate, didn’t show signs of fear. Somehow Karly had found the strength to set aside the horror that she’d lived through, leaving it out of what was happening now.
She gasped softly as Bryce pulled her over the top of him, urging her to sit up as he dragged a condom on. Bryce groaned as she reached to help him, the strangled sound one of near pain. Considering that neither of them had taken a sub in the past year, and Bryce for probably months longer than that, it was probably imperative that their sub keep her naughty hands to herself at the moment.
Grant reached over, snagging her wrists and pulling them behind her back, watching her closely, monitoring her reactions as he held her in his loose grip. Bryce gave him a grateful look as he quickly finished getting the condom into place.
“I’m going to clip these together, little sub,” Grant said in a deep voice that he hoped was reassuring. “Do you remember your safe words, Karly?”
She seemed breathless as she nodded, her chest rising as she gulped for air.
“Talk to us, Karly,” Bryce demanded, nearly freezing in place despite what was most likely a desperate need to claim their sub. “What are you feeling right now?”
She opened her mouth, dragging in another deep breath. Grant started to loosen his grip, worried that the suggestion of being trapped was bringing up terrifying memories.
“No,” she sobbed softly as he let go.
Chapter Fifteen
I’m ready to cry. Despite the amazing feelings of only moments ago I can feel their disappointment in me. Bryce reaches up and touches my face softly.
“It’s okay, baby. We’re not going to run away, but we do need to know what you’re feeling.”
“You promised to be honest in this room,” Grant reminds me. He lets go of my hands completely, but I shake my head and leave my hands where he left them. Yes, I’m scared, but it’s not for the reason they think. It’s my own reactions that are leaving me distraught.
“I didn’t think…” I shake my head. No, that’s not really accurate. “I…I like being here with you both. I didn’t…” I hesitate again.
“Give me a safe word, Karly,” Bryce says as his own voice thickens with what I suspect to be grief.
“Green,” I say, obviously surprising them both.
“Karly,” Grant says, his eyes very sad as he looks at me, “you promised to always be honest in this room.”
“I am. I am being honest,” I say as fear fills me once more. “I want this.” Neither man looks convinced, and the dread that I’m losing them makes me shake all over. I shake my head, no doubt confusing them even more. “I can’t…I don’t know what to say. I feel…I feel good, happy.” Desperate to explain, I probably say too much when I add, “I didn’t expect to.”
* * * *
Bryce glanced at his brother, seeing the same mix of emotions on Grant’s face. They’d both practiced BDSM actively since their early twenties. They’d grown adept at reading a sub’s responses and reacting accordingly, but with Karly, they both seemed to be misinterpreting everything.
With any other sub he would have seen her breathless anticipation and smiled. The same reaction from Karly and he and Grant had interpreted it as terror. It was rather ironic that Karly was the one who’d been able to leave her past outside the bedroom door and it was him and Grant who hadn’t been able to set it aside.
He reached up to touch Karly’s face and moaned softly as she turned and pressed a kiss to his palm.
“Please,” she asked quietly as tears filled her eyes, “I want to try this. I want to be the woman I know I can be.”
Bryce smiled at her phrasing. The woman she can be. Not the woman they want her to be. They were willing to keep her in their lives even if she couldn’t fully submit to them in the bedroom, but he and Grant had both suspected that underneath the damaged confidence of a beaten woman had lived the heart of a naturally caring, loving submissive. She needed to please them as much as they needed to please her. If her marriage and the harm it had inflicted had never been part of her past, it was quite likely that the three of them would have moved very naturally to the type of relationship they all wanted.
It was memories of John McCoy’s cruelty that were interfering now, and it was about time they threw that bastard’s influence out of their lives for good.
Bryce nodded to his brother. “Please secure our sub’s arms behind her.”
Grant gave him a worried look, his normal leap-before-he-looks confidence conspicuously absent.
“It’s what we all need to feel normal,” Bryce assured him, swallowing back the worry that he might still be misinterpreting the situation. Karly’s soft “please, Grant” helped disperse his fear completely.
Grant smiled, his movements not quite as confident as usual as he moved to clip together the cuffs around her wrists.
“I love you,” she said to them both, her breath catching as Bryce lifted her onto his cock, his erection only slightly reduced from their discussion. His body knew exactly what they all wanted. It had just taken a little while for his brain to catch up.
Grant helped to steady her as she sank onto Bryce’s hard cock, the soft warmth of her pussy nearly unraveling his control, her quiet moan echoing through his body.
“What are your safe words, Karly?” Bryce asked, nearly growling as her pussy clenched down on his cock.
“Red to stop. Yel–yellow to slow down. Green to go.” She gave him a smile, her warm thighs caressing his hips as she whispered, “Please go.”
He laughed softly. In the past he would have punished any other submissive for trying to tell him what to do, but this was Karly, the woman he loved and wanted a future with.
There would be plenty of chances to punish her with pleasure next time.
His body tightened, his movements growing harder, faster, his thrusting going deeper as he imagined all of the delicious punishments that they would enjoy together for the rest of their lives. Her orgasm was spectacular, her body shaking uncontrollably in his arms as he pounded up into her even harder.
He ground her against him, ramming his cock as deep as it would go, his orgasm hard enough to make his eyes cross. She moaned as her pussy throbbed around his cock, Grant helping her to fall forward onto Bryce’s chest without hurting herself.
“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, his muscles quivering under her gentle touch. He felt Grant release her arms from their confinement, smiling as she levered herself up to press a kiss to Grant’s lips. “I love you,” she said again, this time to his brother. “But is it legal to marry both of you?”
Chapter Sixteen
I should have known that they would have a solution to what I saw as an unfixable problem. Barely a month after my divorce became final, and here we are at a hastily arranged engagement party. The registry ceremony is set for the day after tomorrow, so we’ve decided to combine this celebration with the traditional wedding reception so that after we’re married we can start the honeymoon without the interruption of an exhausting party.
I must say, I do very much appreciate the way my soon-to-be husbands think.
* * * *
Grant tried to stifle a groan as his mother launched into yet another round of twenty questions. He loved her dearly—and truly appreciated her attempts to understand and be a part of her sons’ lives—but dinner had seemed to last forever and he was getting more and more restless. He wanted Karly in his arms and the moment the chance presented itself he planned to take it.
He, Bryce, and Karly had agreed to celebrate their engagement slash wedding reception at the restaurant owned by a friend from the club, but even that small formality was a little annoying in light of the private celebration they had planned for tonight. Finally, after answering more questio
ns about his life than he was comfortable explaining to his mother, Grant watched as Karly moved away from the group of women she’d been speaking to and then headed toward him.
He spared a moment to glare at his brother—it had been Bryce’s idea to have an actual party—before excusing himself politely, and then snagging Karly’s hand to pull her onto the dance floor.
“Impatient?” she asked, reaching up to run her fingers along the lines creasing his forehead.
“Very,” he muttered on a low growl as visions of sliding his bare cock into her pussy filled his head. He’d never had sex without a condom, and as strongly as he felt about safe sex, the idea of taking Karly—the woman he loved with all his heart—with nothing between them thrilled him like no other.
The fact that she’d agreed to start a family straight away had his balls tightening even more. In a matter of hours they could literally create their first child.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked quietly. He almost missed the subtext of her suggestion until she winked and gave him a brilliant smile. The temptation to drag her into the nearest coat cupboard was intense. Hell, they were in Sandra’s restaurant. She was a submissive from the club and even had a special area set aside for her kinky friends. On a Monday night, Grant could almost bend Karly over the nearest table and fuck her right here without anyone batting an eyelid.
Of course that wouldn’t go down well with at least some of the current guests. His and Bryce’s parents were accepting of their lifestyle, but that didn’t mean they understood it or wanted to witness it. And he had no idea how his lovely wife would react to being on display. He longed for a time when she might be comfortable enough to visit the club, perhaps even do a scene with them, but he wasn’t going to push. Fucking her in front of the wedding guests probably wasn’t a good place to start her on the road to discovering her exhibitionistic traits anyway.