David wasted no time. He gave no warning as he spread the lube around her anus, as he pushed his finger in, and swirled it around.
Then he removed his hand, replacing his finger with his cock, and pushed steadily, entering her.
“Oh, God. Hold still, baby. I need to get in. Holy hell. Yeah.”
“Don’t move, Jillian. Let us take you. Let us give you everything.”
Jillian wanted to move, to thrust, to ride the wave of Eros these men poured into her, but she lay back, and lay still, and took.
Back and forth in movements both impassioned and far from smooth, her lovers thrust inside her, so that she wasn’t for one moment without one of them in her body. Shivers of delight, of unbelievable arousal ran up and down her spine, pebbling her nipples, engorging her clit, and driving her slowly out of her mind.
She felt her climax gather, fast and furious, a swirling kind of storm with bolts and jolts of lightning that sparkled and sizzled and set her ablaze. This wasn’t an ordinary climax. This was the first from her future husbands, more powerful, more emotional than any that came before. Her nipples, her clit, and her G-spot all began to vibrate together. Where David’s cock slid in and out of her ass, where he rubbed and touched, that area, too, came alive with vibrant, erotic sensation. Her arousal grew and grew until it felt like a giant wall of pleasure, inescapable, with a will of its own.
Jillian cried out, the ecstasy so sharp and biting she didn’t know if she could take it. Her men thrust faster and faster within her, and then as one they delved deep and held themselves still. Her men held on to her, and groaned, and flooded her body with their seed.
“Oh, God, oh, God. I’m dead. I have to be dead. That was too much.”
It didn’t bother her that they laughed at her, because she was dead and beyond such paltry things.
Both men breathed as if they’d just run a marathon. Both had fallen to the bed, lax, their cocks, though softening, still inside her body.
She could smell them—them and herself. The sweat, the sex, and their individual essences.
I would make a fortune if I could bottle that.
David shifted and kissed her shoulder. “I’ll be back in a few. Don’t move, okay, baby?”
She’d already spoken all she was capable of saying. She grunted and trusted him to figure it out. She nestled closer to Robert, content to simply breathe him in.
She heard the shower run. She may have dozed because it seemed only a few short minutes later, David had returned. He brought a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her. He left again but was back in moments. He pulled the sheet and the comforter up from the floor. He covered her and Robert and then climbed into bed, snuggling up to Jillian’s back.
“You all right, my love?”
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
She felt his smile against her back, and Robert’s voice, under her ear, say, “You certainly are. You’re perfect for us.”
“I guess we need to tell Jake you’re moving out of that apartment, huh?” David’s words bounced against her shoulder.
Jillian laughed. “I barely moved in there, and I signed a lease.”
“Well then,” Robert said, “you won’t miss it. And the lease isn’t a problem. Trust me on this.”
“No,” she agreed, “I won’t miss the apartment and I do trust you—on everything.”
Both of her men moved subtly closer and Jillian sighed. Robert’s cock was still inside her, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he awakened her before long. As if he’d heard her thoughts, he said, “I’ll try to resist an encore, at least for the rest of the night.”
Jillian looked over at the clock on the dresser and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” David asked.
“It’s just after eleven. I think I’ve heard this “not tonight, dear” assurance once before.
Robert grinned. “Does it matter?”
“Hell, no. Wake me whenever you need me. I’m going to live the rest of my life in love under two doctors. I have no doubt that I’ll catch up on my sleep, eventually.”
Chapter 21
Robert didn’t think he’d ever been happier than he was right then. Of course, tomorrow would be special, too, in a family sort of way. Tomorrow Kelsey was throwing the doors of Lusty Appetites open for them, in celebration of their engagement. Robert was looking forward to that, just as he was looking forward to the Commitment Ceremony they would hold sometime in the fall, right after they made Jillian their wife.
But tonight was special in a different way. Robert hadn’t truly believed they could find a woman who would so willingly embrace this part of who they were. Jillian really was perfect for them, and she had taken to the way he and David wanted to live this lifestyle as if it was completely natural to her.
Which, he supposed in a sense, it was. Just as he’d discovered three years before that he was a natural-born Dom, Jillian had discovered, those few short weeks ago when she moved to Lusty and took up with them, that she was a natural-born sub.
So tonight was for the three of them, and their newest friends, and was as sacred to them as any wedding could ever be.
“Are you nervous, sweetie?” Robert kept his hand on Jillian’s back, a clear sign to any who might be interested that this sweet little sub was indeed taken.
They’d just arrived at The Lyon’s Den, and had been admitted into the main lounge. He’d gotten word that afternoon that Christopher Lyons wanted to see them privately before granting the favor that Robert had asked of him. One of the staff members had just approached them and asked them to follow him.
“Maybe a little,” Jillian said. “This outfit you have me in is very revealing. Though not as revealing as what some of the other submissives are wearing—or not wearing as the case may be.”
“I think you look beautiful.” He’d taken great care when he’d chosen the outfit for her. The bustier lifted her breasts, leaving the nipples just visible through the lace. The G-string left her ass deliciously bare, and the black sheer stockings came to mid thigh. He’d also provided her with a pair of very sexy pumps with four-inch heels to complete her ensemble.
The bustier was red and black which contrasted well with her light skin tones and blonde hair.
It also matched perfectly the diamond and platinum double-ringed collar they’d bought for her—their gift to her that she hadn’t seen yet.
“May I say that the two of you are the most handsome leather-wearing men in the place?”
Robert grinned, and looked over at his brother. They’d purchased their leather pants and vests up north, and had worn them only a couple of times at Reckless Abandon. He wondered what Jillian would say when she found out they each also had leather eye masks.
“You may.” He stroked the small of her back. “And thank you.”
Because he considered himself a loving Dom—and a very thoughtful man—he decided to take her mind off her worry over her appearance. “Maybe someday you’d allow us to undress you completely, here.”
Robert waited to see what she’d say to that. He gave her a moment to look around. There were indeed a few subs—male and female—wearing nothing but their collars.
“I think that’s something I’m going to have to work up to, Sir.”
Robert grinned at her. She knew how much he liked it when she called him “Sir,” and so she used that term of endearment with all the subtly of a master tactician.
“We’ll look forward to that, baby,” David, on the other side of her, ran his hand down her back, not just to reassure her, Robert knew, but because like him, he simply loved to touch her.
Robert was exquisitely conscious of Jillian, of course, as they made their way through the public lounge. He’d told her to feel free to look around. He was proud of the way she kept whatever shock she might be feeling off her face. A number of the club’s members were into a lot more kink than either he or David were comfortable with, and it showed not only in vari
ous extreme piercings but in their public behavior.
Richard Grant, another friend they’d made at Reckless Abandon, had once told Robert that he and David liked BDSM lite. Rick had meant it kindly, and had pointed out that the same was true for himself, and his partners Alan and Molly.
The definition didn’t bother either him or David in the slightest.
Robert suspected they were headed toward the same private lounge they’d visited the last time they’d been to Christopher’s club.
Of course that was before he’d had the man flown out and dropped off at the family’s “cabin” in the middle of nowhere, just outside of Lusty. He didn’t know exactly how that had all turned out, because Henry had done the honors and picked them all up a few days later—and Christopher hadn’t been forthcoming over the telephone, one way or another.
They approached the glass door to the lounge, and Robert felt himself relax when he saw the occupants inside, smiling and chatting, waiting for them.
“That’s promising,” David said. “The three of them look very happy together.”
“Daisy is glowing,” Jillian said.
“They all are,” Robert said.
The young man who had escorted them through the lounge and up the stairs opened the door for them, and Robert led the way into the private lounge. He held his hand out to the Master of The Lyon’s Den.
“Good to see you again, Christopher. Thank you for hosting us tonight,” Robert said.
“Good to see you again, Robert, David. Welcome. As for hosting you, it’s the very least I could do.” Lyons shook David’s hand, and then he turned his gaze on Jillian.
“Christopher, this is our sub—and our fiancé—Jillian Gillespie. Jillian, this is Master Christopher.” Robert and David had discussed with Jillian all the options she had for greeting the man who would be their host for the evening, and had left the choice up to her.
He wasn’t at all surprised when she slipped to her knees, in the pose they’d taught her to show respect, back straight, knees apart, her hands on her thighs with her palms turned upward. She kept her eyes down for a count of three, and then raised them to meet the man’s gaze. “I’m honored, Mr. Lyons.”
“You may call me Christopher when we’re just the six of us—and Master Christopher when we are out there.”
“Thank you, Christopher.”
“Jillian, I am compelled to ask you, before we adjourn to the dungeon. Have these gentlemen informed you what they want to have happen here tonight?”
“Yes, we discussed it among ourselves and then chose together the shape this ceremony would take.”
With her answer, she’d let Christopher know she was a full partner in their relationship.
Christopher smiled. “Excellent.” He held out his hand to help her to her feet. “We’ll have a drink before we go to the dungeon. What would you like, Jillian?”
“White wine if you have it, please.”
“We do. Gentlemen?”
Robert and David both opted for the same. Christopher signaled the server, and in moments they each held a glass of cold, crisp Chablis.
“I’ve been remiss.” Christopher turned to the man who’d stayed in the background with Daisy. “You know Daisy, of course. This is Rory Phelps, my other sub…and my mate.”
Robert and David both shook hands with the man. Because Rory seemed surprised to be accepted so openly, Robert said, “You’ll all have to come to Lusty sometime—perhaps for our Commitment Ceremony. I think you’d find our town, and the ceremony…interesting.”
Christopher looked thoughtful. “Perhaps we’ll do just that.”
They chatted for a time—or rather, Robert noticed, the men chatted. Daisy and Jillian each stood quietly, each appearing attentive to their masters, and perfectly submissive.
Of course, any true Dom understood to his very soul that submissive did not equal powerless, neither was there anything even remotely subservient in the role.
And then it was time. Christopher led the way, flanked by his subs, to the area of his club known as the dungeon. Robert had to admit, he was impressed by the way the crowds parted for them, and the sense of sobriety that seemed to follow in their wake.
The room held some St. Andrew’s crosses, some paddling benches, and one rather interesting-looking rack. His eyes focused on the platform. Jillian had chosen to use the bench for the first part of their scene.
Christopher turned and looked over the assembled crowd, and they fell silent. How like Jordan he is in that aura of command. He touched Jillian lightly, then moved with his brother to flank their host.
Jillian stood between Daisy and Rory. Talk about glowing. He’d wanted to ensure himself she wasn’t too nervous—and found himself in awe of the love he saw shining from her eyes.
The Master of The Lyon’s Den looked at Jillian, and she slid to the floor, and then extended herself in the position of extreme obeisance.
“Sit.”
Jillian gracefully slid into her position of respect.
“Slave, do you willingly give yourself to these two Doms, to submit to them and serve them, from this time forward? Will you obey them in all things, and hold yourself exclusive for their pleasure, in whichever way they seek that commodity from you?”
“With great joy and gratitude.”
Robert felt a sensation he’d never known descend on him. It was there on her face, and in the way, a few moments later, that she gracefully draped herself over the bench when commanded to do so. It showed in her shivers of pleasure as first his and then David’s paddle landed on her naked ass.
And it was there, right there, in the love and tears that shimmered in her eyes as she spoke her vows, and in the way she stood taller, straighter, and prouder as they fastened their collar around her neck.
He stood with her and his brother—his best friend—and received the applause of those around them, and knew that from this moment on, he was at peace.
He was at peace, and complete.
* * * *
“It always smells so good in here.” Jillian closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She tried to identify the scents. Something savory, and something sweet that mingled together in just the right combination, making her mouth water.
David chuckled. Standing on her left, he slipped his arm around her, drew her close, and kissed the top of her head. “Robbie and I both noticed that shortly after we moved home. We would eat here at least twice a week.”
Robert held her right hand and brought it up to his lips. “Everything Kelsey and Tracy make tastes good,” he agreed. Then he frowned. “I hope she’s going to get some more help in here before too long.”
Jillian knew he couldn’t help but worry about his cousins, and how they’d progress through their pregnancies. It was his nature, and she wouldn’t change a single thing—not even that worrywart tendency—about him.
“Kelsey’s already placed an ad in the Waco paper for a new cook,” Jillian said. “She received a lot of applications and has selected a few that she’s going to interview over the next couple of weeks. Even though she’s not due until November, she wanted to get her replacement in place with lots of time to spare so everyone can acclimate. And of course, so the new cook can help with the slew of weddings coming up.”
Jillian was looking forward to attending her first wedding in Lusty—what the townsfolk referred to as a Commitment Ceremony. The first would be in about seven weeks, when Ginny would marry Adam and Jake Kendall.
Ginny had quickly become one of her best friends, as had Ginny’s aunt, Maggie Morrison.
“Good.” Robert bent down and kissed her, a light, teasing promise of passion to come.
Jillian grinned as her future in-laws arrived. James and Adam Jessop each gave her a sound hug. Pamela reminded Jillian of Kate Benedict, in that she wasn’t very tall, yet she possessed a titanium core. She hugged Jillian. “I’ve waited a long time to have another daughter. And I’m deligh
ted that I get a new grandson in the deal, too. I can’t wait to meet our Brandon.” Her blue eyes twinkled as she hugged her sons. “By the way, your brothers are here.”
Jillian had already met Marcus Jessop, who lived in Waco and was a lab tech at one of the hospitals there but worked at the clinic a couple of days a week, running the lab. She guessed Pam didn’t mean him.
“Oh, yeah?” David grinned and looked around his parents, toward the door. Two big, strapping men had just stepped inside. Both of them were blond haired and blue-eyed, but one wore a bit of a beard. The other sported a cane which he wielded in his right hand, and a sling that kept his left arm bent at the elbow.
“What the hell happened to you?” Robert asked.
Pam shook her head. “Doctors. Cut to the chase, forget the polite. My dear,” she winked at Jillian, “I know your pain and I will be there for you.” Then she placed her hand on her wounded son. “Allow me to present our Grant, and our Andrew. They’re firefighters, just newly returned from smoke-jumping school in Washington State.”
“Oh goodness, that’s dangerous work!” Jillian said.
“Tell me about it,” Grant said. But he smiled when he’d said that. Then he assumed a more serious expression and said to Robert, “What the hell happened is, I hurt myself.”
“Thank you. I never would have known that if you hadn’t told me,” Robert replied.
“I’m fine, Robbie,” Grant said. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“If you say so.” Robert put his arm around Jillian as he introduced her.
Andrew gave her a hug and welcomed her to the family. Laughing, because Grant had raised his eyebrows as if daring her to, she hugged him, too. Then she stepped back, closer to her lovers.
“I take it the jump school is over?” she asked
“Yeah. Now we have to figure out what comes next,” Andrew said. “We don’t know if we’re going to stay in this area and use our expertise here, or head northwest again.”
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