Does it even matter, Breanna?
She didn’t know,
couldn’t
know the answer to that — at least not until she faced the next weekend. And faced him.
“We might be able to keep you from falling into Quinton’s hands — alone anyway.” Derek sighed. “But we won’t be able to stop him from doing whatever he wants during the, uh, race.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is why things are changing, Breanna.” Kurt leaned forward again, stroking her chin with his finger. “You need to get used to what’s going to happen. What will be expected of you.”
Oh shit.
“Stand up,” Derek said.
“Keep those arms behind you as you do,” Kurt barked.
Keeping her balance was remarkably difficult without the use of her arms, and she felt the awkwardness of her movement as she haltingly found her feet, the sway of her breasts making her blush again.
“Still bashful, even after all we’ve put her through. I love it,” Derek murmured, grinning, his hand stroking over the prodigious bulge of his erection.
“As much as we might like it, she needs to get over it.” Kurt stood, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. “There’s no reason for it anymore. In fact, it’ll just encourage them.”
“Them?” Breanna’s voice was almost a squeak.
“Yes, them,” Kurt said, clasping both of her breasts in his hands, squeezing firmly. “There aren’t going to only be races this weekend — and Derek and I won’t be the only men there either.”
Races? More than one?
Derek stood, moving behind her, and she could feel the heat of his gaze on her naked ass. His hand stroked the curve of her hip, so gentle. She wanted to lean into Derek’s touch as much as she wanted Kurt to squeeze her breasts even harder, to suckle her nipples until she whimpered with the pleasure.
“You’ll be inspected first.” Kurt lifted her breasts in his palms, smiling. “Have you ever seen them parading the horses in front of the bettors before the beginning of horse races?”
Breanna gulped. “Yes.”
“Then you can probably expect something similar — though I’m not really sure. Lino’s running the show there.”
“I would
love
to see that,” Derek said, his voice at her ear, his hands palming the soft weight of her buttocks.
“Good,” Kurt said, looking at him over her shoulder. “Because when it’s her turn, you’re going to be the one showing Breanna.”
Oh my God. Showing?
Picturing it in her mind, she closed her eyes tight. The display at the auction was one thing — this was in an entirely different galaxy.
Derek’s easy laugh sounded behind her and she inhaled sharply, his hard hands squeezing her bottom cheeks. “That should be … interesting.”
Kurt’s voice grew stern once more, his gaze pinning her in place. “You’ll need to do as you’re told, to respond to commands immediately, without thinking. I doubt they’ll even let you talk. Do you think you can do that?”
“I don’t — I’ll try.”
“You’ll do more than try, girl.” Kurt’s eyes narrowed. “If you don’t, you’ll be punished. And not just by us.”
“But if you’re good — very good — then you’ll be fine.” Derek planted a soft kiss where her neck met her shoulder, goose bumps rising on her flesh at the feel of his rough stubble on her skin.
The notion that she’d be reduced to something like an animal should have incensed her. But as much as she’d learned about these men — including her own husband — these past few days, she’d learned even more about herself. She’d learned that there was more to what drove her to submit, to
surrender
. She wasn’t quite at the point where she could fully define it, but she could just make out its presence, its form still nebulous, its meaning as yet unknown.
Perhaps she’d never reach that point, but she sure as hell was going to try.
“They’ll be touching you, inspecting you, girl.” Kurt took up both of her nipples in a hard pinch, making her gasp. “You need to be ready. You will not resist, you will not flee. You will let them touch you wherever, however, they want. To them you’re just a female animal. A sexual one, certainly, but in their eyes they won’t care what’s up here—” Kurt let one nipple go and tapped her between the eyes “—they’ll only care how much these tits bounce, how strong your legs look, whether you fight the bit and the whip.”
“I’m partial to the tit-bouncing part,” Derek said behind her, his hands bouncing her buttocks in his palms. “Though I can’t enough of this ass, either.”
She felt her blush spread to her neck, even heating her ears. The reality of all of this was crashing in on her. This really
was
going to happen. All of it.
Kurt stepped back, his gaze traveling down her body, then back up, pointedly. “Now let’s see. March in place.”
“What?”
Kurt’s jaw tightened. “I said, march in place. Knees high, and slowly.”
“Breanna. Just do it,” Derek whispered at her ear. He pinched the soft flesh of her buttocks, making her wince at the sharp hurt. “This is the easy part. It’s just us here. We want you.
God
, we want you. This is as much torture for us as it is for you. Now, obey him.”
Lifting each knee in turn, she felt like an ungainly duck, the movement with her arms behind her feeling all wrong. She lowered her eyes unable to see him watching her graceless attempts at obedience. Despite everything, she wanted to make them proud, to be admired by them, but she felt clumsy, her cheeks burning again. Her heavy breasts were swaying once more, the inner curves flushed a deep red to match her face, drawing a pleased sound from her husband.
“Yes, like that. Higher.” Kurt touched her breast lightly. “They’ll want to see these moving, bouncing. To them all you’ll be are these big tits of yours, these long, pink nipples. They’ll wonder whose fingers get to squeeze the oil into them once you’re back in the quiet shadows of your stall.” Kurt’s voice lowered to a rumble. “And they’ll know it’s us. They’ll know this body is ours.”
“Good girl,” Derek said, kissing her neck once, twice, his hands taking firm hold of her hips, holding her in a tight, possessive grip. “Just obey him. Obey us. Do what we tell you, when we tell you — and we’ll protect you. Trust us now.”
And she
did
trust them. That realization helped even as Kurt barked at her to lift her knees higher, urged her to march faster. To be subject to both of them was what she wanted, what she needed, the very thought of it making the lips of her pussy impossibly slippery, the moisture there dripping slowly down one inner thigh.
“Now stop!” Kurt’s eyes glittered. “Good. Now, feet together — and get those eyes down.”
She lowered them, feeling a fresh burst of heat at her cheeks.
“Turn around,” Kurt said. “Show me your ass.”
Obeying, she faced Derek, chancing a glance up at him. His warm smile made her heart flutter, and she beamed back. He touched her chin, easing his thumb over the swollen softness of her lower lip. She closed her eyes, pressing a kiss to it.
“Such a good girl,” Derek breathed, her heart swelling with pride and gratitude at the pleasure she heard in his voice.
“No marks left, really,” Kurt remarked, his hand smoothing over her buttocks.
“A bruise or two, still,” Derek said over her bowed head. “Will that matter when … you know?”
“They’re supposed to be unmarked at the start. Lino says they need to be fair matches.”
Derek grunted. “More like they want to see a nice pale ass get whipped beet red.”
“They want to — or is it
you
want to?”
Derek’s voice faltered slightly. “I’m not the one organizing this shit.”
Kurt chuckled. “No — but you’re going to enjoy it anyway. Come on, Derek. No point in denying it. You’re as intrigued as she is — maybe more.”
They spoke as if she weren’t there, as if her opinion didn’t matter. Of course, it
didn’t
really matter, especially now, and that realization filled her with an anxious lust, as if her muscles were vibrating with it, with the tension of the unknown still to come this weekend.
“Do you have a whip or a paddle, Derek?” Kurt said behind her.
Peering up at Derek, she watched his rugged features color, and he looked back over his shoulder. “I — yeah, I think I might.”
“Well, where is it?” Kurt slipped past them with a pat on her bottom, sending electric shivers through her body.
“Wait,” Derek said, his hand on Kurt’s arm. “You stay here. I’m not having you rifle through my shit. Have a seat.”
“Alright, have it your way.” Kurt smirked as he sat back down on the couch. “I already knew you were a perv though.”
“Dickhead,” Derek muttered. He glanced back at her, then down at her breasts. He clamped a nipple between finger and thumb, pulling it sharply. “You’re coming with me though.”
He tugged her by the nipple behind him down the hall and into his bedroom. He placed her at the foot of his bed, the white sheets still ruffled and bunched from their slumber. “Stay there.”
She chanced a glance at the muscular contours of his ass as he turned, squatting down in front of the dresser, her hands itching to cup and squeeze those powerful buttocks.
Fishing around in one of the drawers he found it, and stood. Turning to her, his eyebrow raised, the gesture filling her with a sudden urge to kiss it gently.
Adorable.
“You know, on second thought.” Derek slapped a palm with the flexible black leather of the paddle. “Get down on your knees.”
She dropped instantly, her heart pounding again as she looked up at him.
“Lay your cheek on the floor, and turn that ass toward me.”
God yes …
Pressing her burning cheek to the soft carpet, her whole body trembled. As he fondled her presented buttocks, a finger testing the wetness of her pussy, she smiled, anticipation and dread filling her once more. She tried to control her breathing as he investigated her further, her vision keying in on the bunched up white sock she could see in the shadows under his bed.
“Such a gorgeous ass, Breanna,” he said, his voice quiet. “I never really knew how much of a sadist I apparently was until I met you. When I see you like this, obedient, waiting for whatever I want to do to you, all I can think of is spanking you, paddling you, whipping you. Listening to your cries.” He sighed, his palms caressing both buttocks again. “Then I want to kiss that hurt away, to soothe that pain I enjoyed so much. God, I’ve turned into some uber-perv.”
“What the hell is going on in there?” Kurt’s amused voice drifted down the hallway. “You’d better not be fucking her.”
“Well,
shit
,” Derek said, kissing her on the hip. He stood, his shadow looming over her. “Guess this’ll have to wait. Your slave driver husband has something else in mind.”
She moved to stand.
“No, not just yet,” Derek said, his voice almost a whisper. “Stay where you are. Very still, Breanna. Let me look at you.”
The beat of her pulse sounded loud in her ears in that the quiet room, tension thrumming through her body as she crouched there under his gaze, her eyes closed, forgetting to even breathe.
“So very beautiful,” he whispered, and her heart swelled again at the lust she heard there. How she wanted to kiss him, let him take her in his arms, lose herself in this world these two wonderful men had created for her.
“I could keep you like this all day, my dear,” Derek said, crouching next to her, his hand stroking the line of her back. “You’ve been so good. But we’ve got more for you to do this morning.”
He made her walk before him down the hall, her hands clasped together at the small of her back, the cold leather of the paddle rubbing menacing circles over her buttocks.
“About time,” Kurt muttered, a smile playing at the edge of his lips, his eyes bright. “What’d I miss?”
“I’ll take that to the grave, my friend.” Derek dropped the paddle into Kurt’s lap. “Gentlemen, never tell.”
“Already keeping secrets are we?” Kurt winked at Breanna, and she smiled. “Well, this triad’s doomed.”
“Can we just go back to fucking her whenever the urge strikes us then?” Derek said, leaving her standing before them and taking a seat the other end of the couch. “All this formal relationship crap — who needs it?”
“As long as we get to spank her too, I’m up for anything.” Kurt smiled at her then, and she giggled.
Breanna made a face at him, but inside she felt a weight lifted from her. The two men could be awfully serious about things — and sometimes it was nice to see a little of their soft side too.
But not too much.
Kurt’s eyes rose to meet hers, and he regarded her a moment. “What are we going to do with you, hmm?”
Her mouth opened to answer, but she shut it again as his gaze cooled.
“Very good. Learning already, Breanna.”
“Something’s wrong,” Derek said, tipping his chin up at her.
“Yes, you’re right.” Kurt’s finger pointed to the floor. “On your knees, girl.”
She sank down to the carpet, sitting on her bare heels, leaving her hands clasped at her back. Her hair veiled the view of the two tall men sprawled on the couch before her.