She didn’t want to be that woman. She didn’t want to be that girl. And she understood if she were to make the most out of this confession, she needed to be open and honest. She needed to let them help her because without a doubt, she needed something to settle the uneasiness, the growing discontentment she’d been dealing with more frequently.
Kit released a sigh of relief and stroked her head. “How do you propose we handle this, Holly?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly, trying to defy the tears welling in her eyes. “Maybe you could fuck me a few more times every day?”
Kit released her arms and tilted his head toward her legs, which Kemper immediately untied. Kit carried her to what she first had thought might have been a closet. He nudged the door open with his foot and entered a small bedroom, so sterile and sanitized, the cleaner literally filled her senses.
He released her then and sat on the bed next to her. “How do you think you can best help yourself?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
Kemper watched them from the doorway. Finally, he said, “Does this mean all you ever think about is sex?”
She slowly nodded. “Lately, it’s been pretty bad. I…I uh…” She took a weighted breath and finally finished with, “I’m glad you know the truth.”
“All the time?” Kemper asked, still processing. He ran his hand through a mess of hair and stared at her blankly. “I mean, you don’t think about anything else? Like when you go shopping, are you thinking about sex?”
“Actually, yes.”
“And when you’re—”
“Kemper!” Kit yelled. “Sex addiction is a serious problem.”
“I’m just trying to understand what she’s been going through.”
“Well, I guess it’s best explained like this—I would pick up a stranger on the street if I needed to get off. Masturbation was my primary form of release, but I fucked myself several times a day, used to spend a lot of time watching porn, and used to—prior to meeting you—rush through the act so I could hurry up and find whatever would stimulate and arouse me next.”
“Were you at least responsible, I hope?” Kit asked, narrowing his gaze.
“Yes,” she replied. “But I’ve also been tested. When you first brought me here, you made sure of it, remember?”
“Yes.” Reluctantly, Kit added, “You have some problems with the emotional aspect of our relationship, don’t you?”
“And you don’t?” she asked, coming to her knees and tweaking her nipples. “We have remarkable sex. And then you and Kemper can’t get those jeans back on fast enough. Do you think that says to me you want an emotional connection?”
“Have you been unfaithful to us?” Kit asked, ignoring her hands as she worked like mad to tempt them, not that they hadn’t been taunted enough.
“Never,” she promised. “I think I may even…” She gasped, tossed her head back, and moaned as she pinched her nipples tighter. “I may even be in love with you.”
“Are you?” Kemper asked, stepping closer to the bed. He seemed totally unaware of where her fingers roamed. He intently stared into her eyes as tenderness swept over him, marking its place in his softened expression. “Are you in love with us?”
“Stop that,” Kit said, gently removing her hands from her breasts.
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
* * * *
Kit watched how nervous she became as Kemper sat there without showing any signs of being aroused, without going to her when she certainly did everything within her power to provoke his lust.
She took a predator-type position, crouched over like an animal as she worked her legs in a butterfly’s maneuver. Her pussy lips glistened in the light, and Kit looked away, trying to decide the best way to handle her addiction. Why was she confessing her love while still trying to coax them into sex? Was this the addict’s way? Would everything about their relationship ultimately end up relating to sex?
“I’m not any different now than I was out there. I’m still the woman you found attractive enough to bring home from Nashville. I’m still the same woman you ate out just an hour ago, Kemper.”
He gulped.
“And now that you know the truth, you don’t want me, do you?”
“I don’t know,” Kemper said thoughtfully. “I’ve read a lot about addiction, Holly. The question here is—do you want me and Kit, and if you do, how long can we keep you satisfied? How long before you crave more than we can give you?”
She grinned. “I guess that depends on you. I don’t see why you have to make such a big deal out of this. We have amazing sex. We enjoy one another. All we need to do is focus on the physical aspect of the relationship and the rest will fall in place. Don’t you think so, Kit?”
As her hand covered his, he jerked away. “No, Holly. I think the worst thing we could do for you is focus on the physical aspect. In fact, I’m starting to believe the only way we can beat this thing is if we begin concentrating on the emotional aspect.”
“That will be harder for you than it will be for me.”
“I don’t think so,” Kit told her. “In fact, I believe we’ll be happier in the long run if we start taking care of one another emotionally. The sex will come.”
“I hope it comes sooner rather than later.”
Chapter Twelve
“We’ll be right back,” Kit said, motioning for Kemper. “Don’t you touch those beads, or so help me, I won’t fuck you for days and neither will Kemper.”
She stuck her lip out and pouted. “Can I at least play while you’re away?”
“No,” he said, assuming they’d watch one hell of a show once they abandoned her.
They left her in the bedroom. Kemper closed the door behind them. She was unaware of the hidden camera, and they needed a moment to discuss how they’d proceed.
Walking over to the computer desk located behind a partitioned wall, Kit said, “We’re gonna have to take the kink out of the equation here.”
“Why?”
“She’s addicted to sex. The more we give her, the more we introduce her to the kinds of things we need and want, the more she’ll desire. You and I are two men. We’ll never keep a true addict satisfied. Plus, we can’t watch her around the clock.”
“Blake and Grant handled Morgan. We can certainly handle Holly. We aren’t dealing with substance abuse here.”
“We’re still dealing with a very serious addiction problem, Kemper.”
“What are you saying? Do you think she’s out of control?”
Kit turned on the monitor and said, “You be the judge of that. Come here. I want you to take a look at this. Maybe then, you’ll understand what I’m talking about.”
* * * *
Holly spread her legs as wide as they would go. She toyed with her clit, rubbing the small button around and around. Good God, this was what she’d needed all day. She closed her eyes and pinched her nipple, rubbing the point as she worked for her climax.
She felt as if she hadn’t been able to orgasm in a dozen years even though Kemper’s mouth had driven her to climax just the hour before. Reaching for the anal beads, she gave the circular hook a jerk. Kit wouldn’t notice if she played with those damn beads. She’d shove them back up her ass before they came back.
Pinching her nipple again, she squeezed and released. She thought of Kemper’s cock at her lips, his slick shaft buried inside her mouth. “Hmm,” she moaned, grunting as she thrust three fingers inside her pussy.
It wasn’t enough.
She bucked and writhed under the weight of her own hand. She imagined Kit coming over her, his powerful body lowering to her pussy.
“There,” she whispered, pumping her hand between her thighs. “Oh God, yes, Kit!” she screamed, releasing her cupped breast and yanking the beads all at once. “Oh! Oh! Good heavens!” she screamed, rolling her tongue over her lips. “Fuck! This feels wonderful!”
“Hmm,” she muttered, sticking her thumb inside her ass and tr
ying to get a good position so she could fuck herself from front to back. “Oh God, this is sick! Wicked!” And it was. She knew in her heart of hearts she had a problem, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed full penetration. Oh Lord! She needed…
A loud slam resounded in the room and that’s when she was busted like a criminal with his hand caught in the cash register. Unfortunately, the shiny jewels, the beads she’d meant to return to the case—or at the very least, her ass—were strewn across the bed.
There was no time like the present to make amends and say her apologies. By gauging the expressions on their faces, she wasn’t going to wiggle out of this one without working her body for all it was worth.
* * * *
“I ought to spank your ass raw!” Kit screamed, glaring at the beads.
“What happened to removing the kink factor?” Kemper asked, staring at her pussy. “That was some show, by the way.”
“Shut up, Kemper,” Kit said, raking his fingers through his hair.
“It was. She knows how to turn a man on.”
She came to her knees and used his shoulders for leverage. “Are you still attracted to me?”
“God yes,” Kemper said, cupping the side of her face.
“Show me?”
Kemper shrugged. “We’re still working on the best course of action.”
“So you’re going to ignore me? You don’t want to have sex with me now that you know I’m a sex addict?”
“That’s not it, baby,” Kemper said, brushing her silken hair away from her face. “We’re just not sure what we can do to help you.”
“What if I tell you whenever I have particular cravings?”
“That might work,” Kit admitted. “I still want you in therapy.”
“I’ll go,” she said. “I promise.”
“Okay,” Kit said. “That’s a start, I suppose.”
“And I’ll submit to you whenever you like, Master.”
Kit sat on the edge of the bed. He turned to her, and shaking his head, he said, “We can’t move forward with your training until we talk to a therapist.”
“When will we do that?”
“Tomorrow.”
“And I have to wait for you to fuck me until tomorrow?”
Kemper shrugged and looked away. Apparently, this was on him. Kit cleared his throat and considered the final question from the paper he no longer needed now that he’d asked the majority of them. “Do you love me? Do you love Kemper?”
Her gaze bounced between them. “Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I’ve never been as happy as I’ve been here.”
“Is it because of the money?” Kit asked, wondering if that’s why she was so accommodating.
“No,” she replied. “The money is nice, but I’d rather have the men.”
“Are you certain?” Kemper asked, pressing the issue, too.
“I’m positive,” she said, rising to her knees and rubbing her chest against Kit’s back as she massaged him.
In a matter of minutes, he was under her spell. Her hands raked over his buttons, and she peeled his shirt away from his skin. He wiggled away from his jeans, only slightly aware of Kemper undressing behind them.
Then, he towered over her and whispered against her lips, “I want you to make love to me, Holly. Don’t fuck me. Make love with me. Show me I can be in your life today, tomorrow, and a year from now. Make me a believer.”
She framed his face and kissed him then, her lips dragging over his. They kissed for what seemed like long, agonizing minutes. Slowly, her hand crawled toward his cock, and he flipped over, allowing her full access to guide him when she was ready. Once she seated herself over him, Kemper joined them, his foot landing next to Kit’s hip.
Her expression changed to one of compassion, a soft look of love settling in her eyes as she lowered her pussy to his cock. He deeply penetrated her and pushed up on her middle, helping her arch for Kemper’s first thrust.
When her pussy tightened around his cock, he knew Kemper was buried to the hilt, his penis locked in place. And that’s when they rocked her, slow and easy, until her body took on a staggering beat all on its own.
Chapter Thirteen
They didn’t believe she could differentiate fucking from loving. She could. She knew she could. She felt loved. She felt beautiful, sexy, and wanted.
She’d never felt any of that before. No other man made her feel what these two men allowed her to feel with them.
Her wet pussy closed around Kit’s dick as he pulsed inside her. Kemper’s cock pressed higher, slipped deeper, and she tried to clench and close around him. She wanted to hang on to this feeling, the slow strokes, and the loving hands.
Their fingers raked over her. Kit latched onto her nipple. He rubbed the texture of his tongue over the point, licking and lapping as he suckled her tightly drawn point.
“Oh my God, yes,” she sang, closing her eyes and indulging.
Kemper’s fingers dug into her skin. He moved her hips as he entered her. They could call this making love, and they were, in fact, loving one another, but as much as they tried to ignore the logistics of the moves, each man pounded inside her. Each man claimed her, hammering inside each hole as they rocked her to and fro.
Her body was tossed forward, propelled back. Her breasts were sensitive, the nipples sore from the adoration Kit gave them, his tongue working from one point to the next. And regardless of how much he tried to use some restraint, he was greedy as he feasted from her body.
This was why she loved sex. It was empowering to know she could be with one man, or maybe two, and drive them crazy.
Kemper lifted her body into the air, and he held her a few inches from Kit. Then, he eased her torso lower, positioning her over him again, thrusting inside her as he took her ass and made her want that orgasm, work for the climax she’d barely been able to hold away.
“That’s it, baby,” Kit crooned, drawing her forward, his lips covering hers, his mouth inspiring her, tantalizing and teasing.
Kemper groped her then. His hands flew up and down her sides as he throttled her with his hard dick, pushing the weight of his cock inside her channel until she was wiggling away, squirming forward, and raking her nails over Kit’s hard chest and abs.
“Ride me. That’s it. Get all you want. Right here. Right now. Take me. I’m yours, Holly. I’ll always be yours.”
She swallowed tightly then. Was he making a promise she’d expect him to keep?
Her hair swayed behind her as Kemper’s cock tightened inside her walls. She could feel the pulsing, the energy building, the chemistry becoming too hard to deny. She needed to come! She had to get off!
Kit yanked her forward. He pelted her with his cum then, the hot shot of his release spiraling inside her, drenching her as he spilled his seed inside her cunt. “Oh God!” she screamed aloud then, aware of the unprotected sex she’d never had, never wanted, never needed…until now.
Kemper nipped at her ear, and another gush of heat washed over her—his, her own, and theirs. “More, oh God, give me more. Don’t stop now! Don’t stop, please!” she wailed as they pulled out, falling against Kit’s chest.
“Shh,” he said, holding her tightly against him. “It’s fine now, baby. We’re not going anywhere. You’ll get the help you need.”
“And the loving,” Kemper promised her, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
She lay sandwiched between them, their arms looped around her. She’d just about dozed off to sleep, a first for her even after living with them for as long as she had. Jerking before she drifted off, she asked the burning question, “But what will you get out of this? If you have to give up what you want in order to have me, won’t you be unhappy?”
Kit’s lips skimmed across hers. “As long as I know I can trust you, I’ll survive without the other.”
“You won’t sneak out to sex clubs in the middle of the night?” she asked, raising her gaze to meet his.
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“Have I ever done that in the past?”
“Not that I know of,” she replied. “But you might. If you need the kink and I can’t give you what you need…”
“Hey, you,” Kemper said, nuzzling her hair. “You are a confident woman. It’s one of the things we love about you. So you have a hang-up or two. We all do.”
“It’s serious though.”
“It may be,” Kemper said. “But we’re not going anywhere.”
Kit’s eyes became hooded and he ground against her. “A man would have to be crazy to leave your bed.”
“A woman would have to be an addict to look for sex outside of this house.”
“And that’s what scares you, isn’t it?” Kit asked, frowning.
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to have values and honor the commitments I make. But what if I can’t?”
“What if you can?” Kemper pointed out. “Have you ever thought of that? What if you beat the odds of addiction, we go with you to the group sessions, you make an effort to change, and you’re happy with the life we lead together? Then what?”
She took a deep breath and finally said, “I guess we just need to wait and see what happens, don’t we?”
“I guess we do.”
“You’re going to love me either way, right?”
“Probably so,” Kit admitted. Then, he tilted his head toward Kemper. “And I think you’ve had him since that first lap dance.”
“When you say no kink, does that mean we can’t play with these?” she asked, holding up the beads from the ring attached at the end.
“You liked those, did you?”
“I did,” she admitted.
“Wait until we try those with ginger. You’ll be amazed at what figging and anal beads can do for a woman.”
“How do you know?” she asked.
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