by Sophie Oak
“Dude, we were supposed to be high-rolling city slickers, and you kept pulling out hand sanitizer.”
“I didn’t know where those G-strings had been. Or in some cases, I had a pretty good idea and that was why I was so hands-off. You’re lucky I drank out of those glasses and didn’t insist on taking a temperature reading on the dishwasher water. I think I tasted plague in my rum and Coke.”
Ben groaned. “Drama queen.”
He couldn’t help it if he understood the dangers of bacteria and viruses better than his brother, whose version of intellectual reading was football draft magazines in preparation for The Club’s annual fantasy football league. He was just about to defend his hygiene practices when Natalie’s whole body shook.
Chase practically leapt for his knife. “I’ll have you out in a second.”
She turned her face up. “Don’t you dare, Dawson. I’m thinking it’s a good thing to be tied down right now so I don’t have to play referee. And you tell Twilene—yeah that’s a real name—that if she rubs against my men again, her nasty G-string will see some suspension play, and she won’t enjoy it.”
His Natalie was a little bloodthirsty, but that was okay. If she was a polite little thing, he would likely walk all over her and that would be boring. It was much better to be slightly afraid of his wife. “Will do, sweetness. But you know we have to go back in, right?”
She laid her head back down, cheek settling in. “I know. How long, guys? How long before I don’t have to worry about you?”
Ben knelt beside him. “It’s moving pretty fast, baby. A week, tops, and we’ll wrap it up. We’re sure someone at that club either did the deed or knows who did.”
A fleeting image crossed Chase’s mind. Fuck. The pictures. They were there in his head. His mind focused for a split second on the photograph two rows up and three to the left of the Wispers neon sign. Stan Kirkman was smiling with his arms around two strippers. One Chase didn’t recognize, and the second was the one his brain had been caught on. She was wearing a hideous blonde wig, her plain features accented by a ton of makeup, but the cheekbones were the same, the eyes the right distance apart.
Surely she wasn’t involved.
Ben stared at him. His brother knew all his tells.
“What’s wrong?” Natalie asked.
“Nothing is wrong,” Ben replied, his lips a firm line. “Chase just wants to make sure I got my knots right before we start to play because tonight is all about fun and intimacy and cementing our relationship.”
He got the message. Tonight was about Natalie and her lovingly pushing her own boundaries, and giving her deeply distressing news wasn’t going to make anything better. It could wait until tomorrow morning. And his brother was right. They had better things to do.
She was tied up, wrapped up in bindings that held her and opened her completely for the prep play they needed. And she was calm and happy.
Natalie Buchanan trusted him with her body and her happiness and her heart. It was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received.
“Do you know what we’re going to do to you, sweetness?” He left behind thoughts of the case. They were on the Barnes-Fleetwood ranch and Jack Barnes took security seriously. There were security cameras here. There were motion-sensor lights and alarms on every door, installed, he’d been told, after Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood had decided it was fun to run around the yard in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. No one could get them here.
“I suspect you’re going to spank me.” The husky tone of her voice went straight to his cock.
He held his hand out, and Ben passed him the large plug that would complete her training. If she could handle that plug, she could handle his cock, and he could do what they’d wanted to do for days, get her in between them and show her what it meant to be their woman. “There is that. You know I love to smack that pretty backside of yours, but there’s something I want to do even more.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think that’s going to fit. God, Dawson, that’s an elephant plug.”
“Benjamin.” Chase sighed.
His brother knew exactly what to do. His hand went back and came down on her ass, making Natalie jump, but there was nowhere to go. She was tied down and at their mercy.
“I believe we said five for brattery, and that’s another two for the elephant comment.”
Ben smiled, settling into his work. Five more smacks reverberated through the playroom, each one punctuated by a breathy little gasp from Natalie’s lips.
“Such a naughty girl. Do you think she can handle much more?” Ben asked, his voice teasing. “Perhaps she should mind. That plug is a little smaller than my cock, baby. And I’m not an elephant. I prefer to think of myself as a stallion waiting to cover a pretty mare. And look, we have you all hobbled and ready for breeding.”
Oh, yeah, he liked the way his brother thought. Ben could often come up with nasty, fun, sexy games to play. The thought of playing out all kinds of fantasies with Natalie made his cock jump. He was pretty sure he’d seen a naughty nurse costume that would look hot on her. Or he could indulge his science fiction habit. “There’s a fantasy. She can be the last female on earth, and it’s our job to fuck her until she’s pregnant. It’s a postapocalyptic world and high-grade pussy is in short supply. I like it, Benjamin.”
“OMG, you’re both perverts,” Natalie said with a little laugh.
Chase shuddered. “Benjamin, that’s five more for even sounding slightly like Georgia.”
Ben obviously agreed, slapping her five times in quick succession.
Natalie teared up. “I promise. No more Georgia speak. No more.”
“Poor Natalie. She’s being so mistreated.” Chase glanced back at the cheeks of her ass. Ben had done just the right amount of damage. The skin was a lovely hot pink, but it would be back to its fair color in the morning. “She seems to think it’s too much. I don’t know that she likes this game.”
He knew damn well that wasn’t true because he could smell her arousal from where he sat. It wafted over him, doing all sorts of things to get his cock ready for another round. But this was a fun little game, and he intended to play it out. The spanking bench that elevated her ass also put her pretty pussy on display. He got up and joined Ben, who was staring at the sweet sight.
“She doesn’t like it at all,” Ben said, a grin on his face.
“No, I can tell it does nothing for her.”
Natalie was practically vibrating. She whimpered a little, pulling against her bonds. “Please. You know I like it. Someone touch me.”
“That sounded like a demand. What happens to demanding subs?” Chase asked.
Three more smacks were laid on her upturned ass. Chase watched as Natalie’s pussy grew moist and creamy, begging for attention.
“Ask nicely, sweetheart,” Ben said, his fingertips tracing the pink marks on her skin.
She didn’t hesitate. Her voice went to that sweet little singsong that Chase was starting to understand was her adorable-brat manipulative voice. “Please touch me, Sir. Please. I feel so lonely.”
Yep. She was going to be able to easily manipulate him whenever she wanted. He knew damn well what she was doing and still his hand moved as though he was utterly incapable of denying her request even for a moment. His fingers found the soft, wet flesh of her pussy, and he couldn’t help but delve inside.
She was so fucking soft, the petals of her sex beyond moist. The cream of her arousal scented the air, the musk nearly driving him crazy, but he was determined to keep his control because he had a point to prove. Natalie had become the center of his world. He was going to let her know that she was the most important thing to him. Past himself. Past Ben. Natalie was everything.
He played in her labia, parting the petal and forming lightly teasing patterns that brought out those sweet gasps and moans from his Natalie’s lips. She was still, not pulling at her bonds, but her pussy clenched around his fingers. God, she would feel so good on his cock wh
en he and Ben were both deep inside her.
He let his thumb find the jewel that lay against her clit. Such a useful little piece of hardware. She was wriggling against him in less than thirty seconds, her every muscle straining toward the orgasm he could give her.
And he was still a bastard Dom, so he pulled his hand away.
“Damn it.”
“Benjamin.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
God, he loved the way she gasped. Her whole body tightened as she swore under her breath. He thought about punishing her again, but he had other things to do.
“Sweetness, you’re going to get your reward, but I have to prepare you first.” Chase picked up the plug. Ben moved to the side, placing his hands on either side of her beautifully built ass and parting the cheeks. Sometimes it was awesome to have another human being who could read his mind.
Chase sighed as he looked at the perky little rosette he fully intended to fuck before the night was through.
Ben was staring, too, a wicked look on his brother’s face that he was sure mirrored his own. And he seemed to know what he needed. He reached out and grabbed the lube, handing it to Chase.
Yes, that was exactly what the situation called for. He took the tube, opened it, and dribbled it out on that rosy orifice. He smiled, his cock tightening as Natalie’s rosette clenched. She thought she could keep him out? No way. No how.
“You’re going to open up for me, beauty.” He pressed his middle finger right on that gorgeous asshole, making little circles, deeply enjoying every little clench and gasp he drew out of Natalie.
He dribbled more lube and replaced his finger with the plug.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His brother pulled Natalie’s cheeks further apart. “I love how pretty your asshole is, sweetheart.”
Her whole body moved with her chuckle. “That is a phrase I didn’t expect to hear. In my whole life. God, Dawson, you’re killing me.”
He wasn’t. He was bringing her back to life, and it made his whole fucking world turn into vivid, vibrant colors.
He pressed the plug to her asshole, sinking it in just a bit before the muscles tried to shove him out. It wouldn’t work. He meant to have her. He wouldn’t be locked out.
Natalie whimpered, a sound that made him stand up straighter. “Please.”
Yes, please. He would please them all. He rotated the plug, pushing it into her hole while he circled the rosette. In and out. He pressed in and pulled out, gaining ground with each endeavor. Despite the fact that she was tied down, Natalie began to match his rhythm, her hips pulling and pressing against him, trying to take the plug deeper. She flattened her back.
His sweetness wasn’t a tourist. She knew what to do, and it just made him fucking want her more. She’d been born for him, built to take him, raised to seek him out, molded to love him. When he met her freaking parents, he intended to hug them. And he wasn’t a huggy guy. He was the guy who didn’t want to know anyone because people required maintenance, and he didn’t like to have to work that hard, but he would for her. For her family, because they would be his, too.
He pushed the plug in, forcing it past the ring of her anus. She flowered open for him, taking the plug beautifully. Beside him, his brother sighed.
“That is so fucking gorgeous.” Ben stared at the plug before picking up the vibrator he’d retrieved earlier. Long and well formed, with a rabbit head, it was designed to reward a good little submissive. “I think she deserves a treat.”
Natalie sighed, a sound of pure contentment as though she’d guessed exactly what her reward would be.
“Give it to her.”
Ben lubed up the vibe and placed it right at the soft, wet entrance to her cunt. Natalie’s backside wriggled just a little as Ben flicked the switch and the thick plastic cock began to hum.
“Oh, oh. That feels so good.” Her voice was shaky, her body already moving toward orgasm. He could tell by the flush of her skin, the way her eyes fluttered closed. “I’m so full.”
Ben worked the vibe back and forth while Chase got back on one knee. He loved watching her come. Watching her come while bound by his ropes was a thing of beauty.
“Open those eyes. Look at me while he finishes you off.”
Her eyes came obediently open. She turned her face up slightly so he could see her. Fuck, she was beautiful. He couldn’t help himself. He kissed the curve of her cheek, nuzzled their noses together, and drank in the sound of her as she went over the edge. Those little moans and gasps of pleasure were music to his ears.
“Let’s untie her and get her on the bed, brother.” Ben pulled the vibrator out.
He needed this night to be pure pleasure because tomorrow he had to tell her that somehow her best friend was involved in all of this. The picture of Gretchen Hanover was stuck in his memory. She’d tried to hide her features, but Chase knew it was her in the picture with Stanley Kirkman. Gretchen knew him, and from the way the Furniture King’s hand had curled around her hip, likely intimately. What was she hiding? Why was she working in a strip club? Why did she hate Natalie? He could only hope that the betrayal didn’t send Natalie back into her shell.
Yes, he would deal with Gretchen tomorrow.
“Chase?” Natalie looked up at him even as Ben was unwinding the ropes on her feet.
He cleared his features and his brain. Tomorrow was soon enough to wreck her world. Tonight he needed to build a base with her that wouldn’t be toppled. He would shield and protect her as much as he could. He turned his whole brain to the very nice problem of how to make Natalie come as much as possible in a single evening.
“Are you ready, sweetness?”
She smiled, her eyes languid and sated. “I’m ready.”
Chase’s cock pulsed.
She was ready for them. And they were damn straight ready for her.
* * * *
Natalie wasn’t sure she wanted to leave the little bench. She was comfortable and warm and happy. Even the ropes didn’t bother her. In fact, she quite liked them, but she felt her legs come free, Ben’s hands briskly rubbing against her calves, making sure there were no circulation problems.
That wasn’t the case. They’d been so careful. As she’d watched Chase wind the thin ropes around her forearms, his hands lovingly knotting and forming patterns, she’d been struck by how much he loved this. He found a calm and peace when he was working with ropes. She’d decided that no matter how much she wanted to scream, she wouldn’t because he needed this.
And then she realized she didn’t want to scream. This was one hundred and eighty degrees from what she’d been forced to endure at the hands of a psychotic asswipe. Hawk wouldn’t have asked politely, wouldn’t have lovingly measured and made sure she was safe. This was play, intimate and affectionate, and very, very loving. This was different.
This was right. Finally right.
Chase kissed her arm and pulled the rope free. It left a pretty winding pattern on her skin, the indentions proof that she could have this again. They would be gone in a moment or two, but she had a feeling that anytime she wanted to see them again, Chase would oblige.
The recent orgasm still hummed through her system. Benjamin Dawson was a master vibrator operator. It was a rather good thing for a lover to be.
She felt a deep affection for her men. And that vibrator.
“Can we keep the vibe?” She reached out and ruffled Chase’s hair. “I think I’m going to name it.”
He frowned. “I don’t think I like that. I think I might be very possessive. I’ve been jealous of a four-year-old and now an inanimate object.”
She laughed a little, every limb in her body limp and happy. “Oh, it was animated, Dawson. It was really animated.”
Strong arms lifted her off the bench, and she had to clench to keep the plug in. She didn’t want to find out what they would do to her if she lost that plug. They might not let her come again. Though she wasn’t sure she could. How much could one vagina take in a night? They seemed ready t
o answer the question.
“I think I can handle the vibrator, baby,” Ben said, hauling her close. “Chase is just worried it’s a better conversationalist than he is.”
She looked down to where Chase was shrugging. “It’s a worry.”
“I love talking to you, babe. I just wait with bated breath to find out what’s going to come out of your mouth. You never bore me.” She winked at him and looked back up at Ben. “And neither do you, babe.”
Ben’s sensual lips curved up before swooping in for a sweet kiss. “Glad to hear it.” His face hardened. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you, Natalie?”
Her pussy sparked. Yep. She could probably come again. Her men seemed to bring out the best in her. “You want to take me together.”
“The three of us, sweetness, like it should be.” Chase gracefully moved off the floor, strong limbs balancing him.
The three of them. She’d never thought after everything that had happened to her that she would find one man she could trust, much less two. Two men who loved her. Two men who wanted her.
Tears, those beautiful, healing tears, were back in her eyes, though this time they were sweet. She was going to marry them. She was going to have a family with them. She was going to move and find that adventure she’d always sought before. Her life, so narrow and confined in the last several years, seemed to open before her like a feast to be devoured and shared and enjoyed.
“I’ll need a studio. I think I want to paint again.”
Ben walked her through the playroom toward the big bed. “You can have any room in the place, baby. If you pick Chase’s office, I’ll have him kicked out in a heartbeat.”
Chase followed. “She won’t pick my office. My office is a cave. I picked it because it has the fewest windows. Less likelihood of a sniper getting me. Natalie’s going to want light. Painters like light and shit. But we should still be worried about snipers.”
Nope. No way life with Chase Dawson would ever be boring.