Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Ty cupped her chin in his large hand, lifting her face. He appeared to be struggling to find the right words. “I—we—want this with you. Don’t run. Please just give us time to show you this can be good. I know what we want from you is unconventional, but not one of your so-called normal friends will ever be as well loved or well taken care of as you will always be. You will have two men pleasuring, loving, adoring, and taking care of you for as long as you will allow us—forever if it’s left up to us. I know you aren’t ready to hear that, but I needed to say it. When you’re ready for the words you have only to say so and they’ll be yours.”

She let quiet tears fall, and when she could get out something beyond a croak, she made a decision and said, “I want to try and see where this will go, but I don’t want a vanilla relationship with either of you. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve tried vanilla and it doesn’t work with one man and one woman. I certainly don’t think it will work with two men and one woman. Let’s try your way, but with the condition I can halt or slow down anytime I feel like everything is moving too fast or I’m afraid.” As she finished, she was physically trembling.

Nate grabbed her hand and his thumb rubbing softly over her knuckles, offering gentle comfort. Leading them over to the couch, he sat and had Ty sit beside him. He pulled her into their laps, her bottom resting on his lap and her legs across Ty’s. Fingering a tear trail on her face, he smiled and said, “That sounds more than reasonable, doesn’t it, Ty?”

“Yes, whatever it takes for you to give this relationship a chance,” Ty gruffly acknowledged.

“I was supposed to go on this trip, but maybe I could let another nurse take it,” Ashton admitted.

“The key to this kind of relationship is trust. Tell us the truth, Ashton. You weren’t committed to this trip, were you? You were using it as an excuse to run away from us, weren’t you?” Nate asked, putting him back in the true Dom role.

“Yes, I told them I would consider the trip, but, no, I didn’t commit to it. I
was
using it as an excuse,” she admitted in a tremulous voice.

“Why?” Ty asked in his own hard Dom voice.

“I—ah—I…” She couldn’t answer him. She knew she was going to run and was embarrassed, but who wanted to admit that they were a coward? She didn’t. Maybe they would take her stumbling answer instead of making her tell them of her fears.

“Why?” Ty demanded again.

She stayed stubbornly silent, hoping he would let it go and not make her justify the lie or explain the cowardice of her actions. Ashton followed Nate’s progress towards her the couple steps, and her stomach clenched with excitement and a tiny amount of fear of what was to come. Ashton was embarrassed to admit part of her was eager to add another layer of pleasure. Even the pain was something she was enthusiastic about trying. His grip on her body said she better be ready because she was about to get firsthand knowledge of all she ever secretly fanaticized about.

Deciding discipline was needed, Nate stood her up, removed her robe, and had her turn and lie over his lap facedown. Ty moved to kneel in front of Nate so they could both administer her punishment, and all the while she squirmed and moved to get off his lap.

When she started demanding they let her down, Ty spoke. “Ashton, are you really afraid? A Dom’s job is to train his sub and see to her or his best interests. Running away so your Dom can’t take care of you is not in your best interest. A good Dom would paddle your ass until you couldn’t sit for a week, however, you will have this one respite. You will just receive five swats from both Nate and I. After each spank, you will thank us, do you understand?” Ty demanded. Her willingness to be instructed was acknowledged by a mumbled, “Yes.”

Nate placed a large hand between her shoulder blades, holding her in place, and Ty started the punishment. Rubbing and massaging the pretty globes, he warmed them before the first well-placed blow to the bottom side of the right cheek. At her indrawn breath, he sighed at the beautiful pink glow emerging from the soft tissue.

“What do you say?” Ty asked.

Nate heard her gasp at the sting, and a sigh worked from her throat at the bloom of burn. Clearly trying to concentrate on what Ty was asking she turned and Nate saw her meet Ty’s gaze with confusion.

“You thank us for each spank,” he reminded gently. He was desperately trying to continue to remind himself that this was her first time being punished.

“Thank you,” she said.

Nate caught her off guard with the second hit. Hearing her gasp, he corrected her first mistake. “‘Thank you, Sir,’ is how you address us.”

Gulping, she managed to do as he asked. “Thank you, Sir.”

By the time he and Ty had one hit left, she appeared to be a squirming mass of need and confused pleasure. Her sweet cries and moans had nearly been his undoing. Nate was so thankful this pleasure was one they would continue to enjoy. They’d always loved to spank a submissive, and he’d been so anxious that her inexperience wouldn’t allow her to be able to enjoy what a well-placed spanking could offer a sub. She took it like no other before her. He was so proud of her. The way her pink bottom raised to meet their palms was a true joy as a master to witness. They were so careful not to hit the same spot more than once. The spanking was a lesson in pure pleasure for all three.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said after Ty delivered his last tap.

Nate finished with a strong wallop that had her crying out, a plea for release. Nate turned her so she straddled his lap with her back to him.

Ty placed Ashton’s thighs over Nate’s spread legs and opened her pink, wet pussy to him, looking at the delicate flesh. Nate could see her folds wantonly open, and her lips were as pink and wet as the ones above her waist. Leaning in, Ty ran his tongue up one side of the folds and down the other side, careful not to touch her wet little button. Curling his tongue into her slit, he sucked some of her moisture out.

When Ty looked up again, Nate saw his whole lower face was covered in Ashton’s juices. He wanted a taste for himself so badly. Running his thumb through the trail, Nate brought it to his mouth and sucked her juices off.

Leaving Ashton moaning in need in Nate’s arms, Ty leaned in to share Ashton’s passion with Nate, who felt Ty’s tongue around his mouth and chin, and then they took each other’s mouth in an aggressive kiss. Feeling a tentative tongue lick against their sealed mouths, they opened the kiss to include her. The three tangled tongues, and Ashton continued to whimper and rub against them.

Nate’s gaze was snagged at the sight of Ty pulling his dick out of the tight confines of his jeans. Nate wanted to groan at the sight of Ty’s dick being swallowed by Ashton’s pussy, and watching him grab a fistful of her hair and cover her mouth with his own was nearly too much. Ty’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Nate thought her cunt must have a death grip on his length.

Remembering the feeling of her tight little muscles clench and flutter on his cock made Nate’s balls draw up. It was no wonder the pace was fast and hard, each crying out in climax in less than a few minutes, thankfully. The feel of her sweat-slicked body sliding against his own was nearly torturous, and the smell of Ty was extremely arousing. Nate loved the weight of Ty’s head as it rested against his chest. Feeling his nipples pucker at the sensation of Ty’s breath and the rasp as he flicked his tongue against the disc made him moan.

Nate felt like he was going to shoot his load all over her lower back, which was halfway pressed against his groin. Trying to give both his lovers the chance to ease themselves down from the high, he waited till they both could calm.

When Ty lifted himself off of them both, Nate immediately transferred them to the floor and pushed her facedown. The grip Nate’s hands had on her easily angled her ass up into the air. He then yanked his jeans open and shoved them down to free his erection. Nate reached down, cupping his balls, tugging the sack a little he grasped the stalk of his cock. Using a sawing motion Nate worked his width into her tight little pussy. Reaching under Ashton, he stroked the little protruding clit that was literally dripping with thick moisture. Nate worked it in time with his thrusts, and when he felt her spasm, he rammed as far as her cunt would allow and released a torrent of sperm into her womb. Feeling his balls draw up and tighten, he felt like he was pouring his soul into her.

Wanting to simply lie there and enjoy how wonderfully spent his body felt, he was content to just enjoy the view Ashton provided. She kept her cheek resting against the designer carpet that covered the beautiful wood floor.

Breathing heavily, he was drawn to touch her, and his own callused hands met Ty’s to caress and soothe her softness, running the length of the back, over her rosy bottom, and down her thighs. He could even see the thick releases running down the inside of her thigh despite his cock locking the majority inside of her. His member even soft-filled her to overflowing, making him desire another round.

Pulling her flush with his body, Nate sat back, and her head rolled back to rest in the curve of his neck. She felt fantastic in his arms. Still buried inside her, he cupped her heavy breasts lovingly. Holding her and Ty lying next to them, he felt relaxed, enjoying the quiet moment.

When Ashton’s stomach growled, they chuckled at how she sheepishly blushed, and Ty announced it was time to go home and enjoy a nice breakfast.

Nate dressed her back in her robe, and Ty collected their things. All through the ride in the elevator down to the private garage they touched her in little reassuring ways. Nate was so worried about how quiet she was during the drive over to their home that it almost made the quick drive seem like an hour for him. Maybe she was just tired and hungry.

While Ty started on breakfast, Nate led her upstairs to shower. Showering with Ashton was a joy. She was so beautiful and soft in his arms. When he was done washing her body, he made her stand beneath the water while he efficiently scrubbed himself. Flicking the water off, he wrapped her in a towel and dried them both off. Dressing himself in sweats, he held out a robe for her to done. Taking her hand, they walked down the stairs, smelling bacon, and he heard Ashton’s stomach growl again. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her into the kitchen where they found Ty flipping pancakes.

* * * *

They enjoyed breakfast, and Nate took care of the cleanup so Ty could spend a few moments alone with Ashton in the hot tub. Ty pulled her into the steaming water, and they floated while Ty kissed her lazily.

Ty loved feeling her in his arms. The whole time he was making breakfast he thought of her and Nate in the shower, the hot water running the length of their bodies. It had made his cock throb and ache. Opening his eyes, he looked at her pretty little closed eyes and continued to leisurely enjoy her mouth. Ty loved Nate but he wanted this woman like he’d never wanted anyone else. Sex was always just that to him, sex. Not with Ashton, and definitely not with Nate. Drawing away from her lips he moved down her jaw kissing the sweet area.

That was the odd thing. He couldn’t fuck her body and not think of Nate and want more than just a few sweaty exhausting hours with her. The feelings he felt for Nate were different but maybe what he felt for her could become something wonderful like he felt with Nate. The thought of her becoming as essential as Nate had become to his life scared the shit out of him, but maybe he could keep her from digging in as deep as Nate had. It had nearly killed him when Nate had been in a horrific accident last year. Ty had been so scared he would lose him. He couldn’t let Ashton hold that kind of power over him. He had to keep his act together, if he was going to remain in control.

“Stand up,” Ty gruffly said.

He ran his hands up the outside of her curves, starting at her knees and working up to her breasts and back down, using the chance to memorizing them.

Ty pulled her down to sit across his lap. It felt so different just cuddling Ashton. Sometimes he desired softness, and the feel of her small bones and dewy skin was nearly undoing. His cock hardened instantly, but he wasn’t going to have her. He just wanted to hold her in his arms. Nate was the only other person who was his, and for a while, he wanted to simply hold her and pretend that she was theirs. This was nice. Nate and he didn’t really cuddle. They loved one another, but it was different with Nate. Ty liked that their budding relationship with Ashton was different than their own.

This felt perfect, the hot water and her arms wrapped around him, hugging him. God, he would be content to stay right there for the rest of his life. The only thing that would make the moment absolute perfection would be having Nate with them, each of them touching one another.

Ty then saw Nate watching from the doorway, as if he had dreamed him up, and motioned for Nate to join them. Walking over to the spa, Nate leaned down and kissed both on the mouth. On his knees, he ran fingertips over each of their faces and lovingly caressed their bodies. He ran his fingertips over Ashton’s breasts and hefted the weights in his hands, plumping them. Reaching under Ashton’s bottom, he cupped Ty’s ball sac and rolled them. He released them both and leaned down to brush a kiss across their lips.

Getting up, he walked over to the other side of the tub and opened the towel-warming drawer then held out warm towels to them. While Ty wrapped his around his waist, Nate helped Ashton towel off.