She sucked in a deep breath. She’d never get enough of these two men. Enough didn’t exist. Not of their love, their care, or the look of their hard, naked bodies.
Their birthday suits were so much better than the tuxedos they’d worn to the wedding. This is how she should have married them. Naked and beautiful. She thought she’d had a hard time convincing her mother to come to her wedding in the country—she couldn’t imagine what she’d say to a nude wedding.
“We do too, pet. More than you know.”
At least part of them really wanted her. Both of their cocks stood out, hard and red, ready for her. Blood pumped hot and thick through her veins. An ache throbbed between her legs. She shifted her thighs together, hoping to stem the pain, but it was useless.
Kate had never been good at waiting, and right now wasn’t any better. She might get them for a lifetime, but if she didn’t have one of those hard dicks in her quickly, preferably both, forever might be a lot shorter than any of them thought.
She licked her lips, looking up and down their firm, naked bodies. “Are those my presents?” She glanced back and forth between them.
Both men grinned at her—sweet smiles filled with a little mischief. Just the sight sent her heart slamming against her breastbone.
“We have a lot of presents for you, sweetheart.” Daniel stroked her cheek with his thumb, sweet with just a touch of heat that had goosebumps rising across her skin. “We’re just the icing on the cake.”
She doubted that, but she didn’t see the point in arguing. They could think whatever they wanted, she knew the truth. They were the best gift she could ever receive. And she got to open it every day for the rest of her life.
Chapter Eleven
Daniel had never been one to play with his food. He didn’t see the point in delaying his own satisfaction. But he could understand why Grant liked the crazy, wild look in Kate’s eyes. The way her gaze desperately followed them, like a dog after a steak.
His heart pounded a little. He noticed how she kept her eyes focused on him as well as his brother, watching Grant move toward the back of the room. Two days ago, he wouldn’t have been able to notice, too caught up in his jealousy and fear.
Maybe it was the commitment he needed, or the new rules Kate, Grant and he had agreed upon. Or the acknowledgement that she wanted to make him happy—that she’d do anything to make him feel included. But now, with the circle of gold around his finger, a new confidence settled over him.
Not that all his insecurities were gone. That would take years, if it ever happened. He expected a part of him would always envy what Grant gave to Kate that he couldn’t. But after their conversation, Daniel felt more connected to Kate and Grant—though in a
very
different way—than he had a few days ago. As long as they continued to communicate, to work together, he knew they’d find a way to be happy.
“I love you so much, wife.”
He glanced over at Kate, the woman he’d committed to spending the rest of his life with. The only woman he could ever consider loving this much. She smiled at the term of endearment, but the heat never dampened from her eyes. She licked her lips, soft and puffy from their kisses. Her whole body flushed an enticing pink color. Her breasts rose high with her deep inhale, her tight, little pink nipples dancing before his mouth.
“I love you too, husband.” Her words were soft, breathy. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. He knew she meant it. She loved him. But he liked hearing it. He wanted to hear those words from her every day for the rest of their lives.
“You know I’d do anything for you.”
She nodded, glancing a little behind him to Grant, who was opening a drawer in one of the far back dressers—the dresser Grant and he had deemed the naughty bin the day they’d filled it with toys. Her look pointed out the oblivious example of that devotion in this unconventional triad relationship with his brother.
“While you were getting beautiful today—”
Kate rolled her eyes, and Daniel smiled. For a bride, she’d been pretty low maintenance. She hadn’t covered her face with crap. Her dark hair hung loose, flowing down her back in the soft curls he loved. But even for a natural-looking bride, she’d spent a few hours more prettying herself up for the big event than he’d expected. Not that he would begrudge her one moment of indulgence. Especially if the gorgeous picture before him was the result.
“Grant and I had a little talk.”
He looked over at his brother, a smile covering Grant’s face. “We’ve decided we each have to play to our strengths.”
She sucked in a deep breath, and his chest puffed out with pride. He couldn’t help it. Her reaction was too good. A little scared and excited at the same time. Just how they liked her.
He cupped her face and pulled her toward him, slamming her lips against his. He took what he wanted, the way Grant always did. It wasn’t exactly bending her over the counter and plowing into her, but it was a start. And Kate responded like a wild fire, raging out of control. She coiled her arms around him and tugged him close.
She thrust her tongue between his teeth, desperate, needy. His heart jerked at the sensation. He stroked his fingers across her cheeks, savoring her lips beneath his, her naked body pressed up against his, and most importantly, the desperation in the way she kissed him back. Any time he wasn’t sure she loved him, that she needed him, he had to remember this moment. The way she clung to him. The way she kissed him like he was the most important thing in the world.
His wedding ring dug into the skin of her cheek, but he didn’t stop. God help him, he liked the idea. It was almost like a brand. Grant could redden her backside, but the evidence of his love would be right there on her cheek for the whole world to see.
She was his. Just as much as Grant owned her, he owned her too. Forever.
He pulled back, and she released a sigh. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re not even close to done with you.” He looked up at his brother, who walked toward them, with the first of her many surprises.
* * * *
Kate shifted her gaze back toward Grant. She’d been so distracted by Daniel’s kiss she hadn’t noticed Grant had found the item he’d searched for in the dresser. He turned back to her, striding across the room to where they stood. His arms twisted behind his back, hiding whatever he’d retrieved.
What did they have planned? Somehow the idea of the two of them working together scared her more than either of them individually. Two on one wasn’t fair, but she’d signed up for this dynamic.
“We bought these for you.” Grant produced a pair of padded cuffs from behind his back. Made of white leather, they had pearls and diamonds stitched into the sides, along with a metal ring on each, that could be connected to a variety of devices to keep her immobile. “They seemed perfect for a bride.”
A submissive bride, for sure.
“They’re beautiful.” But what they meant said so much more. And what they intended to use those cuffs for had her flaming like gasoline on a campfire.
“We thought you’d like them.”
Grant grabbed her hands from his brother, yanking them in front of her. She looked up to meet Daniel’s gaze, afraid he’d feel denied or rejected, but he only smiled. He must be in on whatever Grant had planned.
Grant placed a cuff around her wrist, twisting her arm around, and snapped the buckle shut. Her heart pounded almost out of her chest. The sensation of the smooth leather against her skin set her head spinning. God, she’d dreamed of being back here. Of being able to play the way they used to.
It was the best wedding present they could ever give her.
“We have a few plans for you tonight, sweetheart.” Daniel smoothed his fingers down her jaw, and her stomach tightened. “And they’ll be a lot easier with your hands out of the way.”
Grant grabbed her other hand and cinched the cuff tight to her wrist. Not enough to hurt, or cut off blood flow, but she’d never forget for a second she was bound. That she was theirs. She looked down at her hands. Her left hand glinted with the diamond-encrusted wedding band and the delicate, silver bracelet Grant had given her as a public collar. A silver heart dangled from the chain with all three of their names on it.
She was completely theirs. And they were hers.
Holding her wrist in his punishing grip, Grant pulled her across the room. Not that it took much effort. She wanted to follow after him so much she practically stepped on his heels, especially with that view from behind leading her forward. The muscles of his broad back flexed as he walked, his tight, naked ass bounding before her.
There are a few benefits to a sub keeping their eyes downward.
Daniel followed dutifully after them, just a breath away. His heat brushed against her occasionally, keeping her nerves shaking and her body trembling, turning the two-foot journey into the most difficult walk of her life.
Grant came to a stop, and Kate’s eyes dropped to the ring extended out of the floor. Her stomach shook at the idea of being bound there, being used for their pleasure.
She glanced up to find Grant staring at her, a large smile on his face. “Oh, we’ll put that to good use in the future.” He brushed the hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I plan to tie you there for hours. I can hardly wait to demand you pleasure me while Daniel keeps you primed and ready to go off like a cannon…tomorrow.”
She couldn’t either.
“But tonight is your wedding night. Tonight is about you.” He grabbed her hands in his, his fingers firm but controlled against her wrists.
He lifted her hands above her. The clinking of the heavy, metal chains rattled through her nerves. Her head dipped. Her whole body sagged beneath the power Grant so easily conveyed. The control he held over her. There was nothing he could do to her she wouldn’t love. Command her to suck him dry, to service him with her teeth, it didn’t matter. Whatever he wanted, she’d be happy to comply.
But she wasn’t dumb enough to argue with him when he wanted to focus on her pleasure.
“Tonight, we’re going to make you scream.”
The click of fasteners connecting, locking her in place, filled the room. The edges of her vision blurred. Everything inside her vibrated like an overpowered electrical wire. Desperate. Demanding. Hungry. The muscles of her arms spasmed, shaking uncontrollably. Not due to the position or the binding, but the anticipation of what was to come.
Grant gripped her chin, forcing her eyes up to his. His gaze was dark, a little dangerous, almost liquefying her on the spot. “Are you ready for this, pet?”
She nodded. She swallowed deep, her throat as dry as tumbleweed.
“What do you want your safe word to be?”
“Anniversary.” She glanced up at both of them.
Two warm gazes stared back at her.
Grant lovingly stroked her cheek. “I hope we’ll be using that word a lot more.” Whether he meant she’d need a safe word, or they’d celebrate a lot of anniversaries, he didn’t clarify.
Kate nodded. They both sounded good to her.
Before she could pull in another breath, Grant smacked his hand across her ass so hard and fast she gasped. Her whole body seized. Her heart pounded out of control. With one well-placed spank, he set her spinning.
Grant spanked her again and again, heating her up for his enjoyment. She pulled in a deep breath. This was only the beginning of what he had in store for her. Whenever he began slow and light, he always ended rough and dirty. He landed a particularly hard slap, and at the same time, Daniel pinched her nipples. The dual sensation sent her through the roof. She screamed out, free for the first time in months to be as loud as she wanted.
“Like that, pet?”
She nodded, hanging her head down. Her eyes slid closed, overwhelmed. The pleasure so sweet and intense her legs wobbled beneath her.
“Good.” He smacked her ass again. Daniel continued to pinch and pull on her nipples. Each tug raced through her body, settling straight to her pussy. Her clit ached, and her mind was fuzzy. It was too much, and completely amazing at the same time.
“Do you remember how I said we both planned to use our talents on you?” Daniel’s eyes almost bore into her, his fingers toying with her breasts.
She nodded. Grant smacked her ass again. The motion stole the oxygen from her lungs, making any reply impossible.
“We’re starting tonight.” He leaned down, sucking one nipple into her mouth.
She screamed out. Pleasure zipped across her nerves. Her pussy convulsed. At that moment, Grant slapped her, hitting her lower ass cheeks and her swollen pussy lips. Spasms raced through her whole body beneath his spank. The meaning to their words became very clear. They both planned to torture her. Each in their own way. Daniel with his talented mouth and Grant with his wicked hand.
She was a goner.
They continued on this way, tormenting her. Daniel licked and sucked at her breasts until they were pink and swollen. Grant slapped her ass and pussy, varying where he hit until her whole backside was an achy mess of need.
When they stopped, she pulled in a deep breath. She might have screamed hallelujah if she wasn’t so desperate to come.
“Do you want to come, pet?” Grant fit his body up against hers as he whispered in her ear. His deep and husky voice set her nerves shivering. Her back burned where it rubbed against his swollen groin.
“Yes, Master.” Desperation roared through her voice, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was obeying her Masters. Her body vibrated with the need to please them.
“What do you think, Danny?” Grant asked around her. “Do you think we should let her come?”
Kate fisted her hands above her head, holding on to the leather cuffs for support. God, she loved it when they talked about her during sex. How they wanted to use her, please her, tease her.
Daniel offered a wicked grin. “Only if
I
get to make her come.”
Grant laughed. “I guess that’s fair. After all, it is your wedding night too.”
Daniel nodded, his eyes dancing like a five-year-old who just realized all the gifts at his birthday party were for him. He leaned down, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth as his hand slid down her stomach. His fingers slipped between her legs, finding her wet and open to him, and she moaned against his lips at the touch.