by Mari Carr
“What do you suggest?” Justin asked as Ned walked in and shut the door behind him.
“It’s open season on Bella.”
Justin chuckled, though nothing about their situation felt humorous. “Sounds ominous.”
“She’s sticking to her guns, determined we’re all better off if we keep our relationship professional. And I understand her concerns, I really do. But I swear to God, if she rattles off those reasons why we can’t make a permanent threesome one more time, my head’s going to explode.”
Justin couldn’t hold back his cocky expression. “You realize her list is pretty much identical to the same arguments you gave me when I first suggested the ménage.”
Ned scowled, clearly unhappy to be reminded that he’d offered the same resistance Bella was giving them now, though Justin had to admit her list was growing longer and more adamant by the day. Bella claimed it was inappropriate for her to date her bosses—no surprise there. She also said society would shun them for their unorthodox relationship. She worried what their families and friends would say. She’d stressed how much she needed her job and if things went south, she’d be broke as well as broken-hearted.
Ned paced the floor. “It nearly killed me to sit next to her at that meeting this morning and not touch her.”
Justin understood Ned’s pain. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it is time to change our tactics.”
Ned stopped walking and looked at him. “What are you thinking?”
Justin picked up his phone and dialed Bella’s extension. He ignored the wary tone in her voice when she said hello. “Bella. Could you come to my office please?”
Bella started to offer an excuse, claiming she was under the wire on the Express campaign.
Justin cut her off. “It will only take a minute.”
She sighed then agreed. Ned gave him a curious look, but answered the door when Bella knocked just a few moments later.
She hesitated at the doorway when she realized Ned was also in the office.
“Come on in, Bells.” Justin rose from his desk, walking around it to stand closer to her. Ned closed and locked the door, his actions not lost on Bella, who instantly stiffened as if preparing for an attack.
“We thought we’d let you know we intend to change your mind about dating us.” Justin leaned on his desk, trying to assume a casual pose in hopes of setting her at ease.
“You’ve been trying to change my mind for the past week. I told you, I’m not—”
Ned stepped behind her, dragging her hands behind her back.
Bella’s body reacted instantly, her nipples budding, her breathing quickening. One look at Ned’s face told Justin his friend hadn’t missed her response.
Bella instantly went into fight or flight mode, trying to break his grip. “Let me go.”
Ned refused. “You know your safe word.”
She didn’t say it, a fact that wasn’t lost on either man. Instead, she said, “You’re breaking the rules. It was only supposed to be one night of fantasies. We agreed.”
Justin shook his head. “No. You agreed. Ned and I said we would try to change your mind.”
Ned released her hands only to change his hold. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and then placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck.
Justin watched as her eyelids slowly slid down. She was responding to Ned’s touch just as she had at Extreme Connections. Words had failed to break down the walls she’d built against them. So they’d simply have to employ dirtier—hotter—tactics.
“You’re not playing fair,” she whispered.
“I can’t, Bella-love.” Ned’s voice betrayed exactly how intense his need for her was.
Bella turned to look at Ned then faced Justin once more. He saw the surprise in her gaze. Clearly she hadn’t realized how difficult her continual refusals had been on them.
Bella’s face softened. “Please try to understand.”
Justin shook his head. He couldn’t. Couldn’t comprehend why she was denying them all something that was obviously so right. “I can’t.”
Ned kissed her neck again, his hands rising to cup her breasts. Bella didn’t seek to move them or stop his touches.
They’d reminded her of the safe word. God help them if she used it. They would release her if she did, but Justin suspected it would kill both of them to walk away from her.
“What we have doesn’t fit in one night, Bells. Can’t you see that? It’s bigger than a fantasy.”
Ned didn’t seek to join the conversation. Instead he let Justin do the talking as he demonstrated exactly what they planned to do. He tackled the button and zipper on her pants then tugged her jeans to her ankles.
Her breathing was labored, loud in the quiet room. Justin recognized the fear laced with the excitement. She wanted this. And she didn’t want it.
He crooked his finger at her once Ned removed her pants and panties completely. “Come here.”
She shook her head. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, drawing his attention to her turgid nipples. There was no denying she wanted what they were offering. If only they could find a way to convince her, to help her overcome her fears.
“Say the word or come here, Bells.” Justin didn’t employ the Dom tone often, but she was pushing him past the point of no return. His restraint was in tatters, his heart aching.
She took the three steps required to join him. Justin acted quickly, pressing her facedown over the desk.
She gasped.
Justin stroked her bare bottom. “What did we say about the dress code for you?”
Bella tried to rise, but Justin kept a firm grip on her upper back, holding her to the surface. He smacked her ass, just once, but with enough force to make sure she felt it.
“I’m not wearing skirts.”
It was a brazen thing to say, a direct challenge to their authority.
“Then you’ll be punished every day.” Justin didn’t hesitate to put action to his words. He spanked her, peppering her ass as Bella lifted up on her toes, meeting him blow for blow, silently asking for more.
Ned claimed the other side and watched. After a half-dozen or so smacks, Justin paused.
“Open your legs,” Ned demanded.
Bella complied instantly. She was squirming on the desk, quietly whispering the words “please” and “more.”
Ned ran his fingers along her slit, holding them up to show Justin the juices coating them. Then he gestured for Justin to continue.
Justin spanked her three, four times more as Bella’s pleading became louder. She was on the edge of an orgasm. Ned stroked her once more from clit to ass. Using the moisture he’d collected, he pressed two fingertips inside her anus, just to the first knuckle.
“Yes,” Bella hissed.
Ned’s jaw was tight, his body tense with need. Justin recognized it because he felt it, shared that pain.
“Please, I need…” She didn’t finish her request. Her fear still wouldn’t allow her to give in.
And though it was the hardest thing he’d ever done, Justin refused her. He walked across the room and retrieved her jeans. Then, to her astonishment, he put them on her, leaving her—and them—unfulfilled.
“Agree to be with us, Bells, and I’ll let you come. I’ll give you so many orgasms, you’ll pass out.”
Bella stood before them, stunned, unsatisfied, and speechless for only a few seconds. Then, the damn stubborn woman dug deep and found the strength to pull herself together. She shook her head, said, “no thanks,” and walked out.
Chapter Eleven
Two weeks in hell passed. Ned and Justin had continued their sensual games, cornering Bella, constantly asking her to reconsider her stance, to agree to be with them. When she refused, they added more fuel to the fire, touching, teasing, and tormenting her to the brink of orgasm before pulling away and begging her to come back to their bed for good.
Bella never failed to walk away.
On Wednesday afternoon, Ned had introduced her to the
butt plug, filling her ass and telling her she would wear it several hours a day at work. At five o’clock for the past two days, they’d taken the plug out and promised to give her the fantasy they’d refused her, but again she’d said no.
No matter how many times they pushed her to the limit, Bella found the ability to walk away despite the undeniable arousal they saw in her heavy-lidded eyes, in the flush on her cheeks.
And every time she escaped, she left two aroused and aching men frustrated and reeling in her wake.
Now it was Friday afternoon and nothing but another long, painful weekend loomed in Justin’s future.
Ned came into his office with Bella at five. Justin stared at her, wondering if he’d have the power to continue the game. His cock had been rock hard for the past two hours just thinking about closing time, when he’d see her again.
“Everyone else is gone for the day.” Ned closed and locked the door. “Go over to Justin’s desk, Bella. Bend over and lift your skirt.”
She’d worn a skirt this past Tuesday, thinking that by complying with their demand, they’d leave her alone. That was when Ned bought the plug.
Ned had said the same thing the past two days before they removed their plug. Each day, their beautiful submissive girl had obeyed without question.
Today, she didn’t move. “I can’t do this anymore. Pennsylvania.” Her voice quivered. Justin’s heart ached at the sound.
Ned stepped closer to her, cupping her cheek in his hand. “Please, Bella. God, baby. Can’t you see what this is doing to us? All of us?”
She tried to look away, shaking her head, but Ned held her gaze. “Dammit. Justin and I want to spend our lives with you. This isn’t a game to us. And yes, there are risks. There are going to be people who will never understand or accept it, but you know what? Fuck them. I swear to you right now that I will never hurt you. I’ll protect you from the narrow-minded pricks of the world.”
She winced. “I think maybe I’ve been the narrow-minded prick lately.”
Ned shook his head. “No. You’re being logical and practical. But love doesn’t work under those parameters. Besides, I know what we’re asking for is a bit unconventional.”
She snorted, a soft smile crossing her lips. “A bit?”
Justin crossed the room. For the first time in weeks, he felt hopeful. They were talking. It encouraged him. “It’s a lot unconventional. But it’s not wrong. I love you, Bells. Can you at least give us time to prove this will work?”
Bella reached up to swipe a tear away. “I thought I could do one night. That I could hold on to my heart, but I realize now, I wasn’t holding on to it to begin with. I’ve been in love with both of you for a very long time.”
Ned kissed her softly. “Take a chance on us?”
She nodded. “I don’t have a choice. I’m not strong enough to keep walking away. These past two weeks have been brutal. You guys do not play nice. Holy crap. My vibrator’s been getting a hell of a workout.”
Ned frowned. “You’ve been giving yourself orgasms? Without our permission?”
Bella narrowed her eyes. “Don’t play big-bad Dom with me, Ned. You were the one lighting the fire then walking away.”
Ned looked as if he would argue the point, but Justin figured they had plenty of time to work out the dynamics of their relationship later.
Right now, he was too happy. He needed to touch her. Justin wrapped her in his embrace. “We’re good together, Bells. The three of us make an awesome team. At work. In bed. Everywhere.”
She gave him a sultry grin. “Maybe so. But I do have one condition. One thing you have to agree to or I’m leaving for good.”
From the heated look on her face, Justin suspected her demand wouldn’t be difficult. Hell, knowing their wicked girl, he was looking forward to giving in. Immediately, if possible. “What is it?”
“I’ll only date you guys if you fulfill my fantasy. You owe me. You left me hanging and you’ve made the past two weeks sheer sexual hell.”
Ned gave her a haughty look, rife with warning. “So the submissive is making the demands now? Topping from the bottom?”
She gave Ned a look that promised serious retribution if they left her high and dry again. “Take off your clothes. Both of you.”
“Thought you were sick of taking charge in the bedroom,” Justin said, even as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. Right now, he didn’t care if their beauty donned leather and start swinging a whip. He’d follow her anywhere if it meant sealing the deal on a real future.
“Are you refusing?” she asked in an overconfident tone.
Justin shook his head.
Ned was slower to start, but then he followed suit too. Bella watched them patiently, not bothering to remove her own clothing. It was clear she felt entitled to get back a little of her own after the sexual torment they’d subjected her to.
Justin felt compelled to point out she only had herself to blame for their current states, but at this moment, he didn’t care. Bella had confessed her feelings. She loved them. She was willing to take this risk.
Once they were both naked, Ned lifted his hand. “It’s your show, Bella-love. What next?”
She walked over to Ned and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m yours. For now. For as long as you’ll have me.” She knelt in front of Ned. “Master.”
Ned swallowed heavily. Justin was blown away by the naked emotion on his friend’s face. While Justin was an open book and tended to wear his heart on his sleeve, Ned kept tight control over his feelings. To see the love, fascination, and joy written there overwhelmed Justin.
Ned smiled, blinking rapidly, and Justin wondered if his friend was fighting back tears. A first.
Then Ned found his footing. “I love you,” he whispered.
Justin couldn’t continue to watch the scene unfold without moving closer. He took the two steps necessary, and then helped Bella to her feet once more.
She smiled at him, her face completely clear of the confusion, the sadness that had been too predominant there the past few months.
He gave her a teasing grin. “Where’s my nickname? Don’t you want to call me master too?”
She laughed. “Oh God. Seriously?”
He hugged her tightly. “I’m kidding, Bells. You can just call me what you’ve always called me.”
She gave him a mischievous wink. “Got it. Asshole it is.”
He lifted her up, spinning her around wildly as she giggled.
Ned crossed his arms, shaking his head while pretending to be annoyed by Justin’s over-the-top silliness. “You look ridiculous and if you’re not careful, you’re going to injure yourself. Roughhousing with a raging hard-on isn’t exactly smart.”
Ned’s warning turned the tide instantly as Justin’s happiness morphed into something hotter. He stopped moving and slowly released his grip, allowing Bella to slide sensuously down his bare body.
She licked her lips as she looked down. Once she was on her feet again, she continued the glide on her own, not stopping until she was on her knees, Justin’s cock in her hand.
“God, Bells,” he murmured when she took him into her mouth. He placed his hands on the sides of her head and started counting to one hundred in his head. One of these damn days he was going to build up some sort of stamina with her. As it was, two seconds in her presence had him ready to blow like Old Faithful.
She showed him no mercy, taking him to the back of her throat.
Ned walked closer, standing next to him. “Do you think I can get in on this?”
Bella smiled as she released Justin with a pop, turning her head toward Ned. Watching her suck on his best friend’s cock was one of the horniest sights Justin had ever seen. Bella continued to play with them, stroking them both with her hands while moving her mouth from one cock to the next then back again.
Ned was the first to step away. “Not like this, Bella-love. You have a fantasy you want fulfilled. I think it’s time.”
Justin rea
ched down, helping Bella to her feet. “I guess we’re doing this here? You realize a bed would be more comfortable.”
Ned gave him a rueful grin. “I can’t wait that long.”
“Neither can I,” Bella added.
Justin laughed. “God. We’re a threesome. Something tells me we’re going to need to take a vacation somewhere for a month or two just to try to fuck some of this built-up sexual tension out. Otherwise, we’re running a risk of public indecency.”
Bella seemed to consider his suggestion, then said, “Might take me closer to six months to get it all out of my system.”
Ned groaned. “Jesus. I’m up for that.”
“Me too,” Justin said.
Bella looked down at their cocks. “I’d say that much is obvious.”
Ned reached around and swatted Bella’s ass. “Bend over that desk, gorgeous. Let’s get that plug out so we can fill you with something a little warmer.”
Bella didn’t refuse his request this time. Instead, she walked to Justin’s desk and assumed the sexy position. Justin lifted her skirt, running his hand over her bare ass. He’d claimed her panties earlier in the day when he and Ned had placed the plug inside her. Knowing she was walking around with their toy in her ass and no panties had pretty much assured Justin’s complete worthlessness as far as work concerns for the rest of the afternoon.
He gently worked the plug free as Bella pressed her head against the smooth surface of the desk, panting softly, pushing closer to him. She loved anal play.
“You okay, Bells?”
Her body betrayed her overwhelming need for more. “So fucking okay.”
Ned ran his hand along her back, provoking a shiver. “Come here.” He helped her stand, and then dragged her to the middle of the room. Ned looked at Justin and gestured to the couch by the wall. “Grab those cushions, Justin, and lay them on the floor.”
Justin arranged the pillows, and then lowered himself to them, lying on his back. Ned tossed him a condom, which he put on as Ned undressed Bella.