“No, Sir. It is your pussy.” Becca was now bucking against him as Lane stopped all motion.
“And who decides when you can have an orgasm?”
“You do, Sir. But—ahhhh!” Lane had brought the slapper down directly over her clit.
“You are correct, Rebecca. We control your orgasms. There are no buts in that sentence, but yours is about to receive Ross’s cock while I’m sunk balls deep in your pussy. And we want to hear you ask for permission before coming, do I make myself clear?”
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“Yes, Sir.”
Becca’s entire body felt like it was on fire. Whatever he’d used to warm up her skin had done its job. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and only his seed could put it out. She had kept her eyes on Lane the entire time, but now, as he was sheathing his cock with a condom, Becca couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from what he was doing. Her pussy quivered at knowing that soon he would be inside of her.
“Do we need to go over the rules again, Rebecca?”
“No, Sir,” Becca answered. She immediately brought her eyes up to Lane’s. Hunger simmered beneath his pupils and she involuntarily brought her hips forward. He laughed. Stepping in between her outstretched legs, Lane grabbed a hold of her hips and all but slammed her onto his cock. “Yesssss, Sir.”
Lane filled her to capacity. It felt so good, but the way he was holding her prevented her from moving. She pulled against her restraints, but found she had no leverage. His lips covered over her nipple and he drew on it until it was extended onto his tongue. Damn, that felt good. He kept drawing on them, over and over, until little sparks started to fly in every direction. The sensation had now become too much and she tried to pull away. She couldn’t. She was at his mercy.
“Oh!”
Becca tried to tilt her hips away from the coolness that was now being applied to her anus, but her being impaled by Lane’s cock kept her from moving away. She endured Ross’s massage and when his finger probed her sphincter, Becca couldn’t suppress her cry.
“Can you handle both of us, little sub?” Ross asked, his mouth right next to her ear. His hot breath caressed her skin, as they had made her French braid her hair to gain easier access to her neck. And according to Ross, it gave him something told hold on to when he would be thrusting in and out of her ass. “I can’t wait to claim your ass.”
“Yes, please, Sir. I need you.” And it was true. As his finger delved inside of her, the tight ring closed around his finger, not wanting to give him up. By the time he’d slid a second finger in her back door, Becca was biting her lip to keep from begging him to just take her now. The worst part—or the best, she wasn’t sure—was that she’d maintained eye contact with Lane and she was positive that he could see everything that she was feeling. “Please, Sir.”
“She’s ready, Ross,” Lane said through gritted teeth. He let go of her hips, only to swing her legs up and over his arms. This made it impossible for her to clench her buttocks as Ross put on a condom and placed his tip at her back entrance. “No worries, Becca. The only thing for you to do is accept what Ross is giving you.”
Even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to shut him out, Becca had to close her eyes when Lane said those words. It was the most freeing feeling to know that they had total control over her body. No matter what she did, they would see she got what she needed. Ross pushed his tip through her tight ring and gradually opened her up to his invasion. Lane had been right. She was in no position to delay or stop Ross from taking her.
“Open your eyes for me, Rebecca.” She struggled to comply. Through tiny slits, Becca could see Lane’s dark gaze penetrating hers. “That’s my good girl. I want to see your face as he takes you.”
The farther Ross slid in, the fuller she felt. The sting he’d initiated became an all-out burning sensation, but Lane started to shift and by the time Ross was completely inside of her, Lane had pulled halfway out and taken the fire with him. She wanted it back. This was how they started and within seconds, they had a rhythm going that carried her higher and higher.
“If you come before you are allowed, I swear I’ll put you back on that Sybian at the club and keep you there until you pass out,” Lane said, the promise evident in his voice.
Becca felt as if she were about to explode. The blood was rushing through her ears and tingles were spreading through her legs, making her toes curl. They wouldn’t really deny her an orgasm now, would they?
“Please, Sir, may I come?” Becca whispered her plea, as her breath was being restrained by her effort to keep from coming.
“No,” Lane declared, slamming his cock into her. “I want you to need it, Rebecca.”
“I do, I do, I do,” Becca chanted, but then had to bite her lip to keep from being sent over the edge. They were now pounding into her, carrying her to new heights. She knew there was no way she’d be able to keep herself from coming. “Sir, please, I need to come.”
“You can take a little more, Rebecca,” Ross said, urging her on.
Why wouldn’t they allow her to come? She needed to. She had to. She felt herself breaking apart, her nerves being shocked into overload. She couldn’t hold on anymore.
“Pleeeeease, Sirrrr.”
“Come for us.”
She did and her focus on Lane faded until he was a blur. All Becca could do was accept what they’d given her and ride out the waves of pleasure. It seemed to last forever and when she felt conscious enough to concentrate, Becca found that she’d been released from her binds and placed in the center of the bed. Lane and Ross surrounded her, making her sip water and have a bite of chocolate. She snuggled into their embrace. She was finally home.
Epilogue
Six months later, Becca followed Lane and Ross into the reception area where Jenny was sitting behind her desk. Jenny had changed her hair color to a vibrant red, but still wore the same gold choker with a sparkling diamond in the center. To offset her hair, or to make it stand out—Becca wasn’t sure—Jenny wore a jet-black boatneck sweater with a white skirt that came to midthigh. Becca would bet anything that she still wore those black high heels that she seemed to favor.
“Hello, Jenny,” Ross said with a smile. “We have a three o’clock with Kennedy.”
“Good afternoon, Sir. Ms. Van Camp’s current meeting is running a bit late. Please have a seat and she’ll be with you momentarily. May I get you anything to drink? Coffee, water?”
“Becca, would you care for anything?”
And there it was. That warm, fuzzy feeling she got when they made every effort to make sure she was comfortable. She shook her head. “No, thank you.”
Lane and Ross led her over to the classic black-and-gray chairs situated in the far wall, allowing them access to see down the hallway to where Ms. Van Camp’s office was located. Becca noticed that Jenny had a small smile on her face as she stared at Becca’s neck. Lane and Ross had presented her with a beautiful emerald necklace they had made to represent a choker, but in a more elegant manner. They’d presented it to her before taking her to the club Friday night. Lane and Ross had agreed they wanted a private collaring between the three of them. She would forever remember the words they said. And as they walked her into the club, she could see how many noticed right away that it matched her nipple jewelry. Having it wrapped around the curve of her neck, with the emerald fitting into the hollow just as it should, had made everything seem more real. She was theirs. Becca returned Jenny’s smile.
“You have my information. I’ve told you everything. I don’t know why you think I’m keeping something from you,” Becca heard from down the hallway. She looked up to see a long-haired brunette walking toward them. She stopped and turned back, to where Ms. Van Camp stood in the doorway of her office. “If you can’t help me, just say so.”
“No, Elena. I can help you, but you’ll need to trust me. I’ll be in touch soon.”
That must have satisfied Elena, as she nodded her head and then continued walking right out th
e door. She hadn’t even glanced their way. Her attitude didn’t suggest a submissive, but Becca had come to find out that appearance and first impressions could be deceiving.
“Lane and Ross, good to see you again. Becca, you’re looking happy these days. Come and we’ll sit down in my office. James sends his regards, but he’s off working a case for me at the moment.”
“No problem, Kennedy,” Ross said, as he grabbed a hold of Becca’s hand and led her down the hallway. Lane held her other hand. “We just need a favor.”
Ms. Van Camp waited for them to have a seat in her office, although Lane had chosen the couch up against the window. Kennedy took the accompanying chair and crossed her legs, waiting patiently for him to continue. Lane squeezed Becca’s hand and she returned the gesture.
“We want you to tear up the contract that we had you redo at our two-month appointment,” Lane instructed, holding up his hand and placing a kiss on the back of her hand.
“Really?” Ms. Van Camp was one cool woman, Becca thought. She hadn’t blinked an eye. “May I ask why?”
“We’re about to leave for the holidays and split our time evenly between our parents’ houses,” Lane replied.
“And although we greatly appreciate that you monitor the secondary contract that we instituted, we’ve decided to take a more permanent approach,” Ross said.
“We’re getting married,” Becca blurted out with a smile, not able to take any more of this beating around the bush. “Well, I should say three of us will have a commitment ceremony in front of our family and friends. I’m sure there are some relationships that require a contract for the duration of their time, but I love these men, Ms. Van Camp. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me what I can and can’t do. Trust me, they can do that all on their own in a more effective manner.”
Ross’s laugh rang through the air, while Lane just smiled and shook his head. Kennedy seemed to smother a grin as well, but it was hard to tell with that woman. Her ice-blue eyes took a minute to study them and then she slowly nodded her head in acceptance.
“Then it will be my pleasure to do so,” Kennedy said, coming to her feet.
They joined her in the short distance to the door. Becca noticed that Kennedy gave her a sideways glance, almost as if she was afraid Becca might hug her again. She would have, too, if Ross and Lane hadn’t each kept a hold of her hands and led her down the hallway. There was some vibe that Kennedy Van Camp seemed to give off that resembled loneliness, but Becca couldn’t put her finger on it.
“Take care, Kennedy,” Lane said over his shoulder. “If we don’t speak to you before the holidays, enjoy. We’ll give you a call when we get back into town.”
Becca forgot all about Ms. Van Camp as Ross started to whisper what they were going to do with her on the car ride to their parents’ house. Did he just mention they wanted to see how many orgasms she could have on the drive there? Becca would have to try to negotiate that number down and smothered a laugh at how Lane would react to that. But she’d really like to meet their mom and dad with some resemblance of a mature, classy woman instead of the flushed-faced submissive she was underneath that exterior.
“Have a nice holiday,” Jenny called out.
After returning her sentiment, Becca thought about the upcoming season versus last year. So much had changed and it all transpired because of Kennedy Van Camp and Safeword LLC. Becca would be eternally grateful that she’d been given the opportunity to find her true inner self and the men of her dreams. She knew without a doubt that she’d have the same reaction to their commands fifty years from now as she’d had to that first order.
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