Tears sprang to my eyes as they gained momentum. I was lost in the abyss between pain and pleasure, unable to breathe as I hovered on the edge of orgasm, only to be brought back down again, over and over.
I writhed on the bed, bucking and squirming, trying to roll my body away from them for just a second of reprieve, but it was futile. I was well and truly pinned, with no choice but to feel every smack and trust that they knew what they were doing.
When I thought I was either going to burst into tears or explode with need, Mitch leaned over me, his face level with mine, and grinned. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, little one?”
“Pain and pleasure is yours to give and take!” I shrieked, just as Brody landed one final slap to my nether region.
“Good girl,” Mitch purred, grinning at Brody. “Do you think we should let her come?”
I couldn’t hold back my whimpers as I waited for them to decide my fate.
Brody quirked his brow, looking at my face for the first time since we began. “She already did.”
Oh God. He had a sadistic streak. I knew this, but I held out hope as he continued. “By my calculations, the only one of us who hasn’t already orgasmed today, Mitchell, is you.”
“This is true.” Mitch’s grin was devilish.
“Maybe we should make April take care of that for you. If she does a good job, maybe we will let her come a second time today. What do you think?”
Brody started to tease my pussy with his magic fingers while he spoke. Oh God, oh God, oh God. At this point, I would agree to anything in order to ensure I would get the orgasm that was hovering.
“I think that sounds most fair.”
I squirmed and waited for them to say more. I would happily get Mitch off, but I knew better than to move to do so before I was released.
“So, what do you want, Mitch? Do you want her to get on her knees and suck your cock?”
Mitch’s eyes were locked on mine. “That does sound tempting, but I’d rather bury my cock inside that sweet little pussy.”
Brody’s head jerked up to meet my gaze, undoubtedly remembering our earlier conversation. I don’t know if it was that simple gesture that sealed the deal or the fact that I was desperate for any kind of sexual gratification at the moment, but I nodded my consent.
Mitch
Hot damn. How did I get to be the lucky one today? I looked between the two of them and frowned at Brody.
“What are you going to do?”
Brody smiled, an innocent smile that I knew was anything but.
“Maybe I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show.”
I wasn’t buying it. “Yeah, okay. You’re not the spectator sport type.”
“True enough.” He grinned. “ How about I just watch for a while and jump in wherever I think I’m needed?”
I eyeballed him suspiciously. I knew what that meant. Either her ass or mine.
“Enough with the chit chat. Mitch, do you want to come or not? Cause I’m about to start without you here, and we know how that ends.”
April gave an impatient tug on my hips until I was positioned over her on the bed.
I leaned down and brushed her lips with a soft kiss, savoring her taste.
“All right, Missy, geez. Somebody is getting impatient,” I teased, rubbing the tip of my cock against her ready opening.
She grabbed my hips and pushed me inside of her. Brody laughed.
“Somebody wants Daddy’s cock.”
I looked over to find him stroking his own, sighed, and turned my attention back to April, running my hands through her strawberry locks as I thrust gently against her.
She gave me a bored sigh. “You don’t like it slow and gentle?” I asked.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, and a hint of a smile played on her lips.
Claiming her lips with my own, I thrust deeply, plunging myself inside of her. Her hips rose to meet me. We rocked back and forth with gentle synchronized thrusts, exploring each other with our hands, mouths, and private parts.
She felt good, and soft, and warm. It had been a long time since my cock had been inside of anyone or anything, and I spasmed in ecstasy each time she pushed against me. I wouldn’t last long with this rhythm. Every time I tried to pause for longevity, she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper inside of her and one step closer to losing my load far too soon.
Brody must have seen my struggle and decided he was needed, because the next thing I knew, his cock was where my lips had been, demanding that she suck it.
Her eyes widened, and she stilled, bringing me the relief I needed to continue.
I sat up, still inside of her, and arched my back to stretch.
Brody, looking far too pleased with himself, winked at me. I shook my head, waited a beat, and thrust into her again, matching the pace of Brody’s cock as it slid up and down between her lips.
We silently did as we had done before with the spanking and matched each other beat for beat, sometimes slow and gentle and sometimes fast and hard.
Her face was red, her bulging eyes frantic with need, and I could see that she would come at any minute. She scratched my back with wild abandon, leaving what were sure to be several long scratches.
She cried out as she came, and Brody laughed, shaking a finger at her as he tsked. “Not so fast. little girl; your job was to make Daddy Mitch come.”
She whimpered, and Brody pulled his cock from between her lips, stroking himself as he watched me plunge into her, grinding my hips into her pelvic wall hard and fast. She was squealing and writhing beneath me, but the smile on her face was enormous, and her eyes encouraged me to keep going.
Apparently, she liked it rough.
I saw Brody moving out of the corner of my eye, but didn’t think anything of it until his hand landed hard across the middle of my ass.
I cried out in surprise and moaned in pleasure, spilling my load on the spot.
God, that man knew me.
Brody
Shaking out the sting in my hand, I threw my head back and laughed as Mitch yelled out his release. There was nothing like a soft, warm pussy, but the thrill of someone who knew how to push all of your secret buttons would always be the icing on the cake.
April was still lying on the bed, poised under Mitch, who hadn’t yet moved, and was still shuddering with after spasms. She looked over at me mischievously.
“What?” I asked in a bored monotone.
“Lots of combinations that can be done with three people…” she trailed off, her tone heavy with suggestion.
“Yup, and we’ve done most of them already.”
“But not all.” Her eyes lit up with hopefulness.
I shook my head. “Oh honey, you ain’t ready for all yet. Try to leave something for next time, hmm?”
“I could be ready,” she pouted.
“Oh, you think so?” Mitch rolled off of her, and I leaned over her, pinching her nipple tightly between two fingers. “You think you’re ready to have Mitch fuck you like he just did, while I fuck your tight little ass?”
Her eyes darted to my still erect cock, darting up and down my length. Her cute little throat constricted as she gulped, seeming to reconsider.
I kissed the tip of her nose, giving it a gentle nip with my teeth. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Be patient, little one. There’s no rush.”
“I can’t help it. I’m insatiable.”
“One of my favorite qualities in a woman,” I quipped, noting her eyes were still trained on my erection. “Yes? Can I help you?”
“Well, I came, and Mitch came, but you didn’t.”
“I came in the shower, little one. Remember?”
“Well, yes, but that was a while ago. And you look like you could go again.”
I held back a chuckle and cocked my head in her direction. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, you sit there talking about sticking it in my ass, but you haven’t even been inside of me yet. That doesn’t seem fair
or right.”
“Touché. You want to feel my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours, little girl?”
“Maybe.” She shrugged and giggled when I straddled her hips, covering her body with mine, resting my cock against the soft skin of her belly.
“It’s a yes or no question, little one. Yes or no?”
She shrieked and giggled when my fingers tickled her sides, teasing as she squirmed beneath me. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“You’ll be screaming that again here shortly.” I winked as I shifted my weight and slowly drove my length into her.
God damn. She was tight, and warm, and fucking perfect. Her eyes locked on mine, sparkling with mischief, but scrunched in discomfort, her eyes widening as I plunged deeper and deeper until there was nothing left.
“That enough for you?” I asked.
“Psh. I guess it has to be, if it’s all you got,” she squeaked, gasping as I began a series of thrusts.
Little brat. God I loved her sass, her wit, and her naughty little nature.
That was the thought running through my hand just as she reached behind me, drawing her hand back, like she meant to smack me as I had done to Mitch. I caught her hand and pinned it above her head.
“I do not recommend that, little one.”
“I’m just trying to share the love. You know, make things nice and even. I wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”
God. This woman. Not only was she fucking gorgeous, she was funny, and smart, and quick, and she could make a killer batch of brownies and make a damn good home-cooked meal to boot. I could easily fall in love with her.
I might have already done so. At the very least, I was well on my way.
Chapter 11
April
“You know…” I mused as I lay sandwiched between them later that evening “…today was a really good day. And I don’t feel at all guilty about what we did.”
Mitch reacted first, pulling himself up on his elbow to peer over at me. “What do you mean?” he asked sharply.
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, remembering that he wasn’t privy yet to the conversation that Brody and I had earlier, I traced a circle on the sheet with my finger, refusing to look at either of them.
Mitch elbowed me gently, and I could even feel Brody’s gaze boring into my back as they waited for me to speak.
“It’s not important,” I muttered.
“Little girl,” Mitch’s low growl caught my attention quickly and I gulped.
“I wanted to feel like I could get to know the two of you before I just fell into bed again with either of you. Or both of you,” I corrected with a satisfied grin. “I’m sure there is still lots to learn all around, but I felt like today was a good effort. And I felt like my worries were listened to.”
Mitch nodded. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding us? Because, you know, little one, avoiding someone isn’t really a good way to get to know them.”
“That was some of it.”
“Well, what was the other?”
I shrugged, starting to feel overwhelmed again, but forced myself to voice the words. “It was just a lot of new things. I’ve never been spanked, and I’ve never thought about calling someone Daddy or been called little girl, or had two men at once.”
“Is there any of it that you are still uncomfortable with?”
“Well, I talked with Merry a bit today, and that did help a lot, as well. But I guess the Daddy thing still has me a bit concerned.”
Brody sat up straight beside me, and I could feel his eyes boring holes into the back of my skull. “What concerns you about it?”
I took a deep breath, hoping that I would be able to accurately portray my thoughts and feelings.
“Daddy, besides being just a completely new concept that I’m not entirely sure I really understand, seems really intimate. It feels like a commitment in and of itself.”
“I can see that. The commitment thing. What don’t you understand about it?”
“I don’t understand...why. Why is it a thing? What does it mean? Why...do I like it?”
Brody and Mitch both smiled, but it was Brody who answered, “It’s a thing because it is. I like taking care of a beautiful young woman and having her call me Daddy while I turn her over and apply my belt to her ass.”
“I like to think that a Daddy is a softer Dom,” Mitch interjected. “Daddies are more nurturing, and their rules sometimes are a little different. But, just like any power exchange relationship, there are no set rules about it. It’s different for everyone.”
I nodded. I understood that much. “I like it. It just doesn’t feel natural to me, yet. It feels forced, but it seems like it should feel special.”
“You’re absolutely right. It should not feel forced.”
“I’m not saying you two can’t act like Daddies. I’m just saying I don’t know when I’ll be ready to call you Daddy.” If ever, I added silently.
“Is there anything else we can do to make you more comfortable?” Mitch prodded gently.
“I need to ask you something.” My stomach was in knots, and the timing felt all kinds of off, but I knew getting this question off my chest would go a long way in helping me know whether to move forward or back off.
Neither of them spoke, but they gave me their full attention.
“How long have the two of you known each other?” I prodded gently. “Like twenty years?”
“Give or take a few,” Brody answered nonchalantly. It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he didn’t understand what I was getting at.
“And how long have you guys been in a relationship with each other, whether it was a sexual one or just a friendship?”
“The same amount of time.” Mitch’s voice was a dull thud, and I could tell my point hit home.
“The love that you two have for each other is so pure and so unconditional that sometimes it’s insanely hard to not feel like an outsider or just an afterthought.”
“You are not an afterthought,” Mitch boomed. His voice was thick and full of conviction. “You’re the stuffing in the Oreo, the cheese in a grilled cheese sandwich.”
“The cheese in a grilled cheese sandwich?” I scoffed, holding back laughter that was almost delirious. “Wow, that makes me feel so much better.”
“It should.” It shocked me that Brody was the next to speak. It shocked me even more that the conviction in his tone matched Mitch’s. “You can’t have a grilled cheese sandwich without cheese. It’s just two half grilled pieces of bread, crispy on one side and soggy on the other. The cheese is the glue that makes the sandwich.”
“Well, then I’m definitely not the cheese.”
“Aren’t you? Are you sure about that?” Brody questioned, rubbing the small of my back when I sat up between them. “Hey, Mitchell, before this week, when was the last time I laid a hand on you in a way that was either sexual or disciplinary?”
“Oh God, I don’t even remember. Five years, at least, and another five before that, I think, and so on and so forth, once we left college.”
“Sounds about right,” Brody agreed.
I rolled my eyes and glared up at Mitch. “You guys don’t need to lie to make me feel better.”
“It’s not a lie, babe. Our relationship began in college, as a purely disciplinary one. I tend to hyper focus and stress, and Brody discovered pretty quickly that there was only one effective way to knock me back to earth, so to speak. It continued more out of habit than anything for a few months after we left college, but the longer I was away from the stressors of academia, the less I needed that kind of relationship. I put an end to it, way back then, and although it’s true we are very, very close friends and have lived together for nearly twenty years, the incidents of sex and discipline have truly been few and far between. Why do you think that nobody here at the ranch knew about us?”
They did, but now didn’t seem like a good time to open that can of worms, so I just shrugged.
“So, that morning in the kit
chen?”
“Was a conscious decision on both of our parts that I could have just as easily said no to,” Mitch confirmed.
“Did you just say yes so you could have a threesome?” Dread pooled in my stomach as I waited for the answer. “Was I just the means to a new experience?”
“Well, you were certainly a new experience,” Mitch teased. “But if you’re asking if I’ve ever had a threesome before, the answer is no, but I could have. I’m pretty picky about who I play with, and I rarely play just for the sake of playing.”
I accepted his answer as true. It seemed to match his character. Then I turned my attention to Brody. “Have you?”
“Ever had a threesome?” Brody answered, amused. “You can bet your ass I have. More than a few. And let me tell you something, little girl. Ours was by far my favorite. Hands down, no contest. Because you, my dear, are the cheese between our half crispy, half soggy bread. You make us better, as people, and for each other.”
Brody’s impassioned speech ended abruptly, and Mitch quickly took up where he left off, as they often did.
“We are painfully aware that our closeness and the longevity of our relationship is intimidating to a third party. We work hard to compensate for that fact, and if it hasn’t been enough, we can work harder.”
“Agreed. We just want you to know that your feelings have been heard and that you are not, in any way shape or form, an afterthought in this equation. This equation doesn’t work without you in it.”
I eyed them suspiciously, so many questions lurking at the back of my mind. I wasn’t sure if these new revelations calmed my fears or amplified them. Maybe a little of both, if I were being honest.
“I need to know that this can move forward as a relationship.” I spoke boldly. “If the two of you are just looking for a sex buffer, you need to find someone else.”
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