Hot Sauce [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations

by Tymber Dalton

  “That makes a lot of sense,” Reed said, staring at her. “A lot.”

  “But,” her dad said, “you’re here now. I’m guessing there’s going to be some news dropped, so how about you just tell us instead of stressing out about it any longer than necessary.”

  And here she thought her parents hadn’t known her at all. Not that she didn’t love them or feel loved, but yes, of anyone, it’d been Tony she always ran to first. And hell, the past thirteen years, they’d lived out here in Seattle, so it had felt like it’d been just her and Tony for the most part, even though they texted and talked on the phone.

  There wasn’t any other way around it but through it. “Lyle and Reed are partners and getting married. And I’m poly with them. So it’s the three of us together as a family.”

  She couldn’t read the expression on her parents’ faces. “Is that all?” her dad asked.

  “No,” she admitted. “They were good friends with Tony. They hadn’t…become lovers, but given some more time, they probably would have. I found Tony’s journal after he died, and it revealed a lot about him. Stuff we didn’t know.”

  “If you think it’ll shock us that he was kinky,” her mom said, “think again.”

  Vanessa’s eyes widened. “What?”

  She laughed. “You might have been too young to remember all the times he wanted to play cowboys and Indians with you, and he always played the cowboy and wanted you to be the Indian and tie him up. I told your father then that it probably meant something.”

  “Um…okay, other than that being borderline racially offensive, what?”

  “We’re living in Seattle,” her dad said. “We’re not involved in the alternative culture here, but we have friends who are. We’re not prudes, and we’re not strangers to that kind of thing.”

  Lyle snickered. “Wow. She’s really been stressing over this.”

  “I could tell,” her mom said. “I can see the strain in her face.”

  Her mind reeled. “Um, let me get this straight. You’re cool with me having two boyfriends, and that Tony was kinky?”

  They both looked sad. “You’re our only child,” her dad said. “Do we agree with every choice you make in your life? Probably not. But once you hit eighteen we had to trust we’d done the best we could by you. I think, considering your track record, you’ve made some remarkably sound decisions in your life. If you want to be happy doing this? We’re not going to judge you.”

  She’d suspected acceptance from her parents, but not…this.

  “Wow. Okay, thanks.”

  “So was this a visit for you both to sort of ask for her hand in…commitment?” her mom asked the guys.

  The men exchanged a glance. “Yes, ma’am,” Reed said. “That pretty much sums it up. We didn’t want to be a secret, and we told her we wouldn’t get married until she told you.”

  “And that’s not something I wanted to do over the phone,” Vanessa added.

  “Every time I’ve talked to you for the past several months,” her mom said, “I heard about these two. I don’t even think you realized it at the time how much you talked about them. After my initial talk with Jenny and her assurances that they were good men, I let it go and knew when you were ready, you’d talk.”

  And here she’d thought she’d been sneaky.

  “The last time I talked to your brother,” her mom continued, looking sad, “was about a week before…” She trailed off. “I remember him mentioning them in passing. Kind of the way you had. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard about them, but I didn’t put it together until later. Now, it makes sense. Everything.”

  “So welcome to the family,” her dad said. “Jenny warned us if we ever needed long-distance ass-whupping, that there’s a mutual friend of yours, Tilly, whose number she’ll give me.” He grinned.

  Vanessa shuddered. “No, seriously. That’s not necessary.”

  “From the little we talked with Tilly on the phone to arrange getting us the video,” her dad said, “she seemed very nice.”

  The three of them burst out laughing.

  * * * *

  They did it the second Saturday after Thanksgiving, at the club, before the regular play session started. With Loren presiding over the wedding and the collaring.

  In Seattle, once they were back in their hotel room, the men had dropped down on one knee that first night and proposed to her.

  Well, to be their submissive.

  And gave her an engagement ring.

  They’d told her that the wedding band they would put on her would be her day collar.

  And now…here they were.

  Gathered in front of all their friends, with Tilly sniffling and needing a constant stream of tissues, which were supplied by Cris, Loren called for order.

  “Gilo, get it out of the way now,” Loren called out.

  Everyone laughed.

  Gilo stood. Tonight, he wore street clothes. Vanessa guessed from the leather boots he wore that tonight would be him on top over Abbey.

  “I thought I’d have something funny to say by this time,” he started. “But I don’t. I knew Basco. He was a great guy, and I’m sorry he’s not with us tonight. I just wanted to say that it’s good to be here to see the three of them come together like this. I’m sure that if he can watch what’s going on, he’s probably approving.”

  He sat down as the entire room burst into applause.

  By the time the crowd had settled, Tilly was a blubbering wreck. “Damn you, Gilo, you made me cry. I’m going to get you for that.”

  “You love me and you know it,” he called back.

  “Lucky for you.”

  “You guys done, or you want to get a room?” Loren snarked.

  Tilly waved a sodden tissue at her to continue.

  “Tonight is a two-parter,” Loren said. “First, these two men want to symbolically collar their submissive in front of their friends, before they become husbands. They’ve prepared their vows.”

  Lyle turned to Vanessa first. “While I wish we’d met under happier circumstances, I wouldn’t want to lose you, either. We’d offered for one of us to marry you, and you insisted we marry each other. That right there shows the depth of your love for us, that you’d put us first in your life, before yourself.

  “Life is short, as we learned. In front of everyone here, I pledge that if you accept us as your Sirs, and be our submissive, we will never let you down. We’ll spend the rest of our lives together returning that love to you, taking care of you, putting you first in our lives, because we love you. So will you wear our collar?”

  She nodded, already tearing up. “Yes.”

  He leaned in and kissed her.

  Reed’s turn. “He said it perfectly, but I want to add that we take this role seriously. We will treat it, and you, as if you legally are our spouse. You aren’t merely property, but a cherished, beloved partner we want to spend our lives with. It would make us the happiest men in the world if you would please accept our collar.”

  She smiled. “Yes.”

  “The ring?” Loren asked.

  Vanessa hadn’t understood why the men insisted on Carlo getting a grooming appointment, or why Jenny had hung back near the office door.

  Jenny opened it, and Ken released Carlo, who wore an adorable doggy tuxedo outfit and carried something in his mouth.

  The audience burst into laughter as Reed and Lyle called to the dog, who raced over to them…

  And straight past them, now playing keep-away with whatever it was in his mouth.

  Vanessa cracked up. “Who’s bright idea was it to give him something you actually wanted to get back?”

  “Yeah, we really didn’t think that part through,” Reed said.

  It was Cris who managed to snag Carlo’s collar and lead the loudly, happily mumbling dog over to the wedding party.

  Jenny hustled up with a spare toy, which she handed to Vanessa. “Here, sorry. I should have given Loren this before the ceremony.”

  Vane
ssa knelt and swapped Carlo the toy in her hand for the small, zippered pouch he carried, while Jenny took Carlo and led him to the side after snapping the leash onto his collar.

  Once everyone’s laughter quieted, Loren slowly shook her head. “That’s taking puppy play to a whole different level.”

  More laughter erupted that had to die off before Loren could continue.

  Vanessa handed the men the pouch. They pulled her ring out of it and, together, slipped it onto her left ring finger.

  “Do you,” Loren asked her, “accept this collar from these men, willingly and of your own desire?”

  “I do.”

  “Then gentlemen, I think you have yourselves a submissive.”

  They took turns kissing her, Lyle first, then Reed. Once the applause from that settled—accompanied by enthusiastic mumbling from Carlo—Loren continued.

  “And now, for the next part,” Loren said.

  Rusty stepped forward and Reed handed him the pouch, which contained the other two rings.

  “The boys opted for traditional,” Loren informed the audience. “Short and sweet. Join hands.”

  They did, including Vanessa, too.

  “Do you, Reed Laurence Hibbard, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer—”

  “For kinky and vanilla,” Gilo called out.

  “There he is,” Tilly said with a pleased smile.

  Loren smiled, not missing a beat. “—for all the days of your lives?”

  Vanessa had only one request of Loren—that the service didn’t mention death, and that she adjust the vows accordingly.

  “I do,” Reed said.

  “Do you, Lyle Richard Bracken, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer—for kinky and vanilla—for all the days of your lives?”

  “I do,” Lyle said.

  “The rings.”

  Rusty handed them over, the jeweler’s boxes they were in labeled so he didn’t mix them up.

  “Gentlemen, rings are just smaller versions of collars, but the message is the same—eternal devotion, love, and permanence. With these rings you are publicly displaying your vows, your bond, your oaths to each other. Reed, place the ring on Lyle’s finger.” After he did that, she continued. “Lyle, place the ring on Reed’s finger.” He did.

  “Now, by the power vested in me by the laws of the State of Florida, I now pronounce you gentlemen wed, and I wish you nothing but the best life may offer all three of you. You may kiss.”

  They did, then they each kissed Vanessa again.

  The room erupted into applause and cheers.

  After hugs from Loren and Tilly, Vanessa waved Jenny over, and after a hug, she knelt to give Carlo some attention as well.

  “He’ll go home with us tonight,” Jenny said. “It’s our wedding present.”

  “Thanks.” Carlo loved playing with their dog, so at least he wasn’t completely bereft of buddies when he stayed with her friends.

  Vanessa playfully poked Reed in the chest. “Nice surprise,” she said, “and you get an A for effort, even if you flunked the execution.”

  He laughed. “Hey, I’m not perfect.”

  “Thank you for including him.”

  “Aw, we can’t leave our buddy out. He’s the furkid.”

  “You realize if he hadn’t liked you guys, we wouldn’t be standing here, right?”

  They nodded. “We know,” Lyle said. “Another reason we included him, even though he doesn’t know it, to thank him for his woof of approval.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  They stayed and played at the club, Vanessa taking a more playful than painful scene from her guys, which included some rope bondage and forced orgasm play. By the time they left at midnight, she was close to being exhausted.

  But she still had a little energy left for her men.

  Once they returned home, they had fun stripping her and each other all the way to the master bedroom, where Reed interrupted.

  “Evens, or odds?”

  “Bottom, or top?” Lyle asked.

  Reed grinned. “Pitching or catching, because it’s loser in the middle.”

  “How is that losing?” Lyle asked while Vanessa giggled and didn’t interrupt their negotiations.

  “Uh, good point. Winner in the middle.”

  “There ya go. Evens. One out of one.”

  They held their fists out, and on the count of three, each man put out only one finger.

  “Dammit!” Reed playfully grumbled. “Lucky bastard.”

  “You can be the filling in the morning.” Lyle kissed him, then scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, pouncing on top of her and kissing her.

  “Fair trade.” Reed headed for the bathroom and returned a moment later with a towel, lube, and condom.

  By that time, Lyle already had his face buried in her pussy, his tongue and mouth eagerly licking and sucking her while his fingers played with her nipples.

  She loved watching them together, especially like this.

  She buried her fingers in Lyle’s hair and held on, earning her a growl of pleasure from him, followed by a moan from him that vibrated through her pussy as Reed started working lube into Lyle’s ass with his fingers.

  Reed caught her gaze and winked, blowing her a kiss. She blew one in return, catching sight of the ring on his left hand when he planted his hand on the bed for balance.

  And that was just before Lyle sucked on her clit, triggering her release, and her eyes fell closed.

  “There’s our good girl,” Reed said. “Let him make you come nice and hard, because then he’s getting his brains fucked out and we’ll all fall asleep happy.”

  That was an easy command to follow considering she was already coming. She wasn’t sure who was moaning louder, her or Lyle.

  Finally, she heard Reed smack Lyle on the ass. “Saddle up, buddy,” he said. “Let’s ride.”

  She forced her eyes open and stared at Lyle, who kissed his way up her body before he slid his cock deep into her pussy. Sitting up, he grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders.

  “Nice and hard and deep, baby,” Lyle said. “I’m going to fuck one more out of you.”

  He would, too. She’d never realized sex could be this good, this much fun, or she would have been trying harder a long time ago to find someone.

  Then again, she wouldn’t have met these men, either.

  Lyle fell still, his eyes closing. He let out a gasp. “Fuck, what’d you do, fist me?”

  Behind him, Reed laughed. “You just haven’t gotten fucked enough lately. You’ve had me in the middle too many times, reaming me out. That’s what happens.” She felt the bed shake as Reed took a long stroke out and then buried himself to the hilt again inside Lyle, making Lyle’s cock inside her twitch.

  “Fuck,” Lyle said. “Why haven’t I gotten fucked much lately? Jeez, that’s good.”

  “We’ve been too busy fucking our baby girl’s brains out. It’s her fault.” Reed peeked over Lyle’s shoulder, grinning at her. “Isn’t it, baby girl?”

  She grinned. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “I didn’t say you had to apologize for it,” Reed teased.

  Lyle started fucking her, thrusting deep, hard, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to get her over one more time. Not with how his cock was going deep and perfectly hitting every place inside her pussy.

  Add to that the running commentary from Reed, who was enjoying the hell out of the show. “That’s it. Fuck her nice and hard, and then ram your sweet ass back on my cock. You won’t know if you’re coming or going.”

  She noticed a subby look in Lyle’s eyes, one that probably matched her own. It was fun watching how the men could easily switch it up with each other, not just for sex, but for play as well.

  Reed sat up, holding onto Lyle’s hips. “Gonna let you do all the work, buddy,” he said. “Ju
st gonna sit right here and enjoy this.”

  * * * *

  It was all Lyle could do not to drop all the way into subspace. It felt so damn good, and Reed knew what the hell he was doing, pushing his buttons like that with the filthy talk.

  From the sweet, hot way her pussy grabbed at his cock with every stroke, to the way Reed’s cock plowed his ass, there wasn’t anything to not like about this experience. Even sex felt perfect with her, fun, hot, and damn good. It was hard to remember what life had been like before she came along.

  And it just kept getting better.

  They had discussed children and opted to table it. She didn’t want kids right away, if at all. The men were good with her decision either way, because as far as they were concerned, it was her decision.

  They simply felt grateful to have her.

  Now that Reed had found the sweet spot and fallen still, Lyle could control the thrusts, picking up speed and force, trying to hold back because he really wanted to get her over first. Even though the way Reed’s cock nailed him in the sweet spot on every thrust was threatening to take Lyle right over the edge.

  He had to slow down a little, but Reed slapped his ass. “Why are you stopping?” he hoarsely asked. “I was fucking close.”

  “I’m too close.”

  “Screw it.” Reed planted a hand in the middle of his back, forcing Lyle down onto Vanessa, and started pounding his ass.

  That finished him. His load shot deep into her pussy, but her moans beneath him were of disappointment, not orgasm.

  After Reed caught his breath, he said, “Move,” practically shoving Lyle to the side.

  Vanessa’s moans immediately turned back to pleasure as Reed buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking her clit before he fucked her with it.

  Lyle grabbed him by the hair, holding him in place. “That’s right,” Lyle told him. “You made me make a mess without getting her off, so you get to eat my cum out of our girl’s pussy.”

  Not that it mattered. They’d sucked each other off so many times over their years together, and had already spent plenty of time eating her out, that it wasn’t like it was a big deal to either of them.