Moving a Little Heart

by Breanna Hayse

  A cool item touched her buttocks, rubbing back and forth before it withdrew. A swooshing sound, followed by a loud crack, reached her ears nanoseconds before the heat of the lash penetrated her body and mind.

  She grunted into the gag, inhaling deeply through her nose, and raised herself slightly with her toes. The stroke burned vividly across the center of her bottom and penetrated deeply, leaving behind a tingling glow. A second, then third, lash kissed her flesh, and Baylor buckled slightly to one side. A hand immediately went to stroke the heated welts, slowly rubbing the pain into her skin until it transformed into tantalizing warmth. Three more lashes burned into her, but this time, she raised her bottom and invited more.

  She stiffened when she felt the edge of the cane against her tender curves, and held her breath. Hayden. The instrument was tapped solidly against her several times before he withdrew it. She held her breath again, and was rewarded by a series of multiple strokes set lightly and quickly over the entirety of her bottom. Like a drummer on a snare drum, the cane fell in a flurry of increasingly hard raps that brought Baylor to the edge of desire. She never could have imagined that the cane would excite her, let alone bring her to orgasm.

  "Nonono, not yet," Hayden said, rapping the cane down the backs of her thighs. She tried to lift her backside higher to encourage more tapping, but he stopped. Baylor groaned.

  She shivered as she felt lips on both sides of her spread thighs, working their way to the inner, soft flesh and up to her cheeks. An unexpected, sharp smack was landed every few seconds, combining the sensations. She felt the harness as it was buckled around her waist and drawn down between the cleft of her backside, secured between her legs and then tightened to spread her cheeks wide. Oil-covered fingers trailed along the exposed inner flesh, occasionally dipping into her pale, quivering rosebud. She felt a warm, rigid item press into her and slide easily inside.

  "This is the first one," Jake said, wiggling the item within her. Baylor gasped as she felt it begin to grow, stretching her. "Each one will stretch you wider for us," he said. "It has a little screw that allows me to lock it and keep it in place."

  Again she felt the hands over her body before she was introduced to the heavy flogger. It was placed over her naked back and swished back and forth, teasing her. It fell across her shoulders with a loud thud, and Baylor tried to arch her shoulders—not from pain, but exquisite pleasure. It fell again, over and over, down her back, across the backs of her legs, down her calves and between her spread cheeks. She balled her hands into fists, feeling her juices trickle down her thighs, panting heavily with desire. Again, she was brought to the edge and left hanging.

  The removal of the dilator felt odd, as though her muscles had momentarily forgotten how to snap shut. The second one was then edged into her, sliding easily through the tiny entrance. As before, it was opened to full flower, stretching her wide enough to cause real discomfort. She squeaked through her gag, stiffening with protest. The stretching was paused for several seconds and then resumed, leaving Baylor feeling that she was opened wider than even Jake could offer.

  A different flogger sprinted over her naked body, this time leaving behind tiny bites that both stung and tickled her. She arched her back, inviting harder lashes as her body was awakened to the new sensations. She growled when she felt the implement leave her body.

  The third dilator was inserted; this time eliciting pained squeals as it was slowly opened. She jumped as her slit was filled with a probing tongue, followed by lips attaching themselves to her clit. She knew those lips well, and could picture Jake lying on his back on the floor between her spread legs, his head propped high with a pillow to give him easy access to her sweet delights. She also recognized the hands that stroked her spread and plugged bottom, and groaned against the gag when the dilator was firmly removed, and instantly replaced by a long, hungry cock.

  Blindfolded, gagged, restrained by wrist, ankle and waist, Baylor was completely powerless to the things being done to her body. The pressure built within her core as she simultaneously had her clit sucked while being fucked in the ass. Her scream of completion was long and drawn out, and she shuddered as she felt Hayden release himself into her bowels.

  Panting, she slumped against the sawhorse, her limbs tired and numb from the strain. Her gag was removed, and her body freed, but instead of being let down, she was bent over the bench again—this time for Jake to take her from behind. He slid into her pussy, slowly and carefully, almost as though he was afraid of disturbing the tiny fetus she carried in her belly. His movements were slow and deliberate, and his touch gentle and caring. He made love to her unhurriedly, his hands running over her back and hips as he slid in and out of her sanctuary.

  The swelling of his cock was pronounced, and Baylor had to calm herself to take the entirety of his shaft. She pressed her inner muscles against him and heard his moan while his movements grew faster and more demanding. With a shout, he too, joined the ranks of the blissful.

  ***

  The three snuggled together on the couch that evening, each man with a hand on her belly.

  "I think I like being shown how much you love me," Baylor sighed contentedly.

  "Just remember those words during the next few months, my darling." Jake kissed her cheek. "You are going to find our love unbearable."

  "Why do you say that?" She kissed him back, joining her mouth to his.

  "Once that bump is noticeable, no one is going to be allowing you to lift a finger," Hayden said, kissing her other cheek and inviting her to switch over to his mouth.

  "That's okay. It's time that I sit back and allow someone else to take care of me, right?"

  "I do believe she finally got the message, little brother."

  "I do think you are correct, old man. Let's put our babies to bed."

  Epilogue

  Five months later, Baylor sat at the banquet table surrounded by her family. Her Sector 7 photographs had been used to locate, and take down, the largest drug dealer in Los Angeles County, and she had been called by the mayor to be present at a banquet and award ceremony held in her honor.

  She sat in the middle of the large table, surrounded by her family and friends, each one taking the opportunity to gift her with a loving hug and kiss on the cheek. Despite the protests of his sons, Mr. Paterson had purchased a house at the far end of the neighborhood, taken over the care of the irritable Gila monster, and spent every waking moment making baby furniture and toys. Like his sons and the 'uncles', he could not keep his hands off Baylor's tummy, bubbling with excitement every time one of the babies kicked.

  Yes, Terry had predicted correctly. She was carrying fraternal twins. One girl for each daddy. Baylor glowed with health, love and the promise of a happy life, and eagerly engaged in the caring of her new family and constant houseful of friends. Loud clapping and whistle blowing surrounded her when she was called to the podium, escorted by her beaming new husbands.

  "Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Mrs. Baylor Paterson, Photojournalist of the Year and recipient of the Governor's Appreciation Award for Outstanding Journalism!"

  Rounds of applause bounced off the walls of the ballroom. Two men approached the dais. One held an engraved plaque, the other an envelope.

  "On behalf of the City of Los Angeles and her surrounding counties, I present this plaque commemorating the bravery and professionalism demonstrated by Mrs. Paterson. Her exceptional skills and exemplary performance made it possible to finally destroy LA's largest drug cartels. Thank you for your service."

  The other man grit his teeth as he glared at Baylor. She looked him straight in the eye, placed her hands on her swollen tummy, and smirked.

  "Do you have something for me, Mr. Kasaab?" she asked under her breath.

  "A reward was offered—in the mount of $500,000—for information that led to the capture and incarceration of the head of this organization," her ex father-in-law growled into the microphone. "My bank had promised to match the amount to anyone gi
ving information that led to the exposure and dissipation of this criminal alliance. Los Angeles City Council determined that Mrs. Paterson," he hissed out her name, "was deserving of this award. She is hereby presented with a cashier's check for a total of one million dollars in thanks for her service."

  "It must kill you to do this. Doesn't it, asshole?" Hayden whispered down at him.

  "The check better be good, because we still have everything you said and did to her on video," Jake added under his breath.

  "Both my husbands and I want to thank the people of Los Angeles for their generosity, and for allowing my ex father-in-law to be the one to present this award. Being that I have two, yes two, happy bundles on the way, and an entire family of people who have sacrificed so much to help me, this money will come in handy to give our children everything that I never had," Baylor said into the microphone with a sardonic smile. She looped her arms around Jake and Hayden's elbows, and smiled prettily for the camera as Mr. Kasaab stomped angrily off the stage.

  "Mrs. Paterson? Do you have anything you want to share with us? We were led to understand that you are a polygamist. Is this true?"

  "No, I am involved in polyamory. The laws of this country do not permit multiple partner marriage yet, I am sorry to say."

  "I can't handle one wife, let alone more," the announcer said, and chuckled. "But you have two husbands, correct?"

  "I have a legal husband and a domestic partner, but both fulfill the role of husband in my life," Baylor told him.

  "How did you get to this place? We heard you had a very rough start," the announcer asked. "Everyone wants to hear your story, and all about how this unusual lifestyle is treating you. Don't we?"

  A boom of cheering voices reached her ears. Baylor sighed, and looked at Jake and Hayden for approval. They nodded.

  She looked out over the smiling audience. "When I left Los Angeles, I never thought that I would find a place filled with so much love. I was broken and beaten down by the belief that public appearance and displays of wealth were more important than either health or happiness." She noticed how eyes turned to glare at her shrinking ex father-in-law. "So I ran to the one place on this planet where I thought I could be left alone. Boy, was I wrong! I will have you know that nosy neighbors are everywhere, especially a house full of bachelors living next door. Just so you know, this one does the cooking. Not me. I can't even make toast." She pointed to Hayden.

  Everyone laughed.

  "These two men took me in despite my resistance. They taught me how to be cared for and loved. The rest of their family and friends did the same, and surrounded me with encouragement and faith. They showed me that I was not moving to a dry and dismal place, but actually away from one. They banded together and moved both my belongings, and my heart, to a home that is vibrant and filled with life. It is because of them that I not only survived, but thrived. They taught me the value of family, friendship, and trust."

  She took a breath. "My last marriage forced me to wed not just my husband, but the family, and it was something I swore I would never do again. But I discovered that with the right people, ones who truly love and respect you, marrying both a man and his family is the best thing that could happen. As for the poly lifestyle, I learned not to be quick to judge things we don't understand. If anything, this award belongs to these two men, and the other three sitting at my table. They deserve it for having the patience to teach me that it was okay to trust again. Thank you all for this recognition, and for your support."

  She kissed both Jake and Hayden, then smiled at the audience. Instead of condemnation, she was met with happy, approving faces and loud applause. Her heart was not the only one that had been moved. Her story had touched the heart of an entire city.

  THE END

  Breanna Hayse

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