“Oh, she likes that,” Sean said, sounding close to release himself. “Fuck, that’s awesome.”
“I’m just getting started.” He managed to get a second finger in, so they were straddling Sean’s cock on either side. It felt like he buried them inside her almost to the knuckle, his palm against her clit.
“Start fucking her,” Max ordered.
“Oh…dude…fucking hell…”
“Don’t you dare blow after two pumps,” Max ordered. “Hold it.”
“I…dammit that’s good.” Every stroke he took bumped Max’s hand against her clit. She couldn’t even think anymore, her body swinging between too much and not enough pleasure with everything they did.
“Not tonight,” Max said, sounding ready to pop himself, “but I think she’ll easily take both of us before one of us gets a fist all the way inside her.” He kissed her thigh, nipping and making her whine. “Own our girl right and proper the way we should.”
Would she ever stop coming? Hell, she’d be wicked sore all over tomorrow, inside and out, but she was beyond caring. She didn’t want this to end and only belatedly realized she had dropped deep back into subspace.
That had never happened before.
Ever.
Never with sex.
Another first for her, with them.
“I can’t hold it,” Sean said, then she felt his body tense. He let out a groan, his cock deep inside her as he exploded.
Max pulled his hand from her pussy and his cock from her mouth and turned around.
“Move,” he said to Sean. Sean no sooner withdrew than Max slammed home. She heard him pull off the glove and toss it off the bed. He kissed her as he started fucking her, hard, fast, deep. “You want that, baby?” he asked. “You want both our cocks in your pussy?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, barely able to speak.
Sean fisted her hair. “You might not be a submissive,” he said, “but you’ve been missing something in your life. Believe me, we’re the men who can give it to you.”
“Hard and deep,” Max said, then drove his cock into her one last time before he added his load to her pussy.
Sean pulled her dress up and off over her head as she lay there catching her breath. She felt wrung out, but the men weren’t done. Max pulled out, pinning her hands over her head while Sean dove between her legs again, forcing them apart and burying his face in her pussy. His tongue deeply fucked her even as she tried to squirm away from him, eating her out, his moans of pleasure vibrating through her body.
Max tightened his grip on her wrists. “Stop struggling. Safeword or take it, baby.”
She whined, unable to make herself safeword over pleasure.
Sean reached up a hand and snapped his fingers at Max without lifting his head from her pussy. Max handed him a glove and the tube of lube.
It didn’t take long to learn what he was up to. She felt him sink two gloved fingers into her pussy, then withdraw them and start playing with her ass. He sucked on her clit again, hard, making her yelp as he pressed the first finger against her rim, seeking entrance. He quickly added the second, finger-fucking her ass as he settled in to eat her pussy out.
Max chuckled. “Might as well give him another one, baby. He’s going to make you come with your ass fucked. He told me that was one of his fantasies, to get you to the point he could make you come from being fucked in the ass. Have to admit it’s one of mine, too. So I’m going to let him.”
She whimpered, eyes falling closed as Max’s voice filled her brain.
“Going to train our sweet little slut to come however we want you to come,” he murmured in her ear. “Design all sorts of evil fucking machines to set up and hook you to. Have you begging for our cocks the second you wake up and the moment you get home. You want that?”
Who the fuck wouldn’t?
All she could do was moan in reply, because Sean’s tongue had started a rhythm against her clit, combined with the sweet burn in her ass from his fingers, which drove her up the slope once more.
When she came again, the men changed position. Now she lay on top of Max, his cock hard and easily sliding into her cunt. She had time to process the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open before Sean slowly worked the knob of his cock into her ass.
She whined, too much, too intense. Max grabbed her by the hair. “Take it or safeword, Cali. You know the rules.”
No, she wouldn’t safeword, because she knew once her ass grew accustomed to Sean’s cock, it would feel really good again.
And then it did. Sean pulled her up and off Max. Sean started pinching her nipples again while Max flicked her clit with his fingers. The orgasm rippled through her, forcing her to lay her head back against Sean’s shoulder and moan her way through it.
“There’s our good girl,” Max said. “You can’t lie to us. Don’t even try. We don’t want you to. We want to make every fantasy you’ve ever had come true. Nothing you can say will shock us, and we’ll never make you feel ashamed over it.”
“Tell us a fantasy,” Sean whispered in her ear. “You’re sitting here with my cock up your ass and his in your pussy. Now’s not the time to be shy.”
Her mouth opened, the fantasy spinning out of her. “Being strapped to a frame and used and fucked all night as a toy.”
“Oooh,” both men said. “We’ll make that happen,” Sean added. “What else?”
And as they fucked her, it spilled out of her, things she’d never spoken to another soul before, never admitted, never dreamed.
They made her feel safe, loved. Wanted. Worthy.
Finally, after coaxing another orgasm out of her, Sean gently lowered her onto Max. “And with that sexy wish list now ready for us to start checking off, we’re going to come. Because I feel like my nuts are about to explode.”
The men started moving. Cali was so drained all she could do was lie there and take it, enjoy it, beyond the point of exhaustion and feeling satisfied in ways she never before thought possible.
Max came first, then Sean. She wasn’t sure what would happen next, because moving was pretty much impossible for her. Sean carefully withdrew and she heard him cleaning up in the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and cleaned her up. Max gently rolled her over, got out of bed, then picked her up. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest.
When she heard the sliders open, she knew where they were headed. In a minute, they had her cradled between them in the hot tub, the jets going and the water soothing her aching muscles.
Nestled between them, she floated, on the water, in subspace, in a sexual and emotional bliss.
Sean chuckled. “Did we break you?”
She smiled. “No, you didn’t break me. I think you’re just breaking me in.”
“Go to sleep,” Max said. “We’ll take care of you.”
She needed no other hint.
Chapter Thirteen
Sunday morning, Cali awoke to find herself securely nestled in bed between the men. She had no recollection of them moving her from the hot tub back into bed.
Everything hurt. Inside and out.
In all the good ways.
Letting her eyes fall closed again, she took a deep breath. They’d broken through every last one of her mental and emotional defenses.
“Someone’s faking being asleep,” Max mumbled from beside her.
She rolled toward him, draping her arm across his chest. “Good morning.”
He kissed the top of her head. “You okay?”
“Sore.”
“Bad or good?”
He even seemed to read her mind. “Good. Ask me again later when I’m up and moving.”
He chuckled. “Those were some pretty wild things you talked about last night.”
Heat filled her face. She was trying to come up with an excuse when he continued.
“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. And we’ll do our best to take care of them for you.”
Opening her eyes, sh
e looked up into his face. He stared back at her, an intensity in his brown eyes she’d never recognized before.
“You trusted us enough to tell us,” he said. “As long as whatever we do is only between the three of us, we’ll do whatever we can to fulfill your fantasies.”
That was something Shane never would have said. If he didn’t like something, that was it. If he liked something, even if she didn’t, they still did it regardless, him guilt-tripping her over it until she gave in.
I stayed with him…why?
She didn’t know.
For the first time, she realized she didn’t care. These guys weren’t like Shane. They were far better than he was.
And they wanted her.
“Thank you.”
“I speak from experience,” Max continued, “when I say that it gets easier to get past the fear over admitting your fantasies the more you do it. We learned that the hard way.”
She suspected another allusion to their ex. “When do I get that story? About how you two made the leap from friends to more?”
“Sooner rather than later. Not today, please. I don’t like thinking or talking about her, and I’d rather save that for a weeknight or something when we’ve had some wine and can go to bed right after. I don’t want her in my head all day.”
“She really hurt you guys, didn’t she?”
“She broke us,” Sean said from her other side. She hadn’t realized he was awake but he propped himself up on one arm, draping his other around her waist. “We had to rebuild ourselves after. Fortunately, she didn’t destroy us. There were enough pieces left over that we were able to pick them up and put ourselves back together.”
She didn’t like the sad undertone in their voices. “Then I don’t want to hear it today,” she said. “I believe we have a game night to prepare to host anyway.”
Sean leaned in and kissed her. “Yes, we do. And it feels right having you host it with us.”
* * * *
The three of them were so tired Sunday night after Essie and her men left that they actually fell into bed and right to sleep with nothing more than light cuddling. Max didn’t want to push Cali past her limits any more than they already had even though he knew had they wanted to, they probably could have seduced her again that night.
They all needed a little time to recover from Saturday night.
The next couple of weeks they settled into more of a calmer routine. Still frisky, but with some of the initial franticness expended, they’d relaxed a little.
After getting home from work that Monday, the men sat in their home office to discuss the website. With the updated design it brought them into a new era, but it didn’t solve the problem of few visitors to the website. Yes, the things Cali had implemented had helped, greatly.
It wasn’t enough.
Baxter strolled into the office, twining himself around Max’s feet.
“We need something to boost web traffic,” Max said.
“That new site she designed is pretty sweet,” Sean replied.
“Yeah, but it does us no good if no one’s visiting our site.
“It’s only been three weeks since the new site went live.”
“I know, but we need to boost traffic—ow!” Max grabbed Baxter, who’d curled himself around Max’s right foot and then rabbited him with his back legs while digging in with his teeth and front claws. “You little goon. I’m going to tie you up.”
Sean let out a snort and tossed Max a small coil of neon pink paracord from a pile of coils they’d just received that day from a supplier via UPS. They were going to use it to wrap cane handles.
“There you go.”
The men looked at each other, then looked at the cat.
Then they looked at the camera set-up, where they’d just taken pictures of some new paddles.
Max looked at the coil of paracord again. “Hmm.”
Sean stood. “I’ll go get the catnip.”
“You do that.”
* * * *
Cali practically groaned with relief when she pulled into the driveway. Today had been murder on her. Two people had called in sick. As tired and as sore as she still was from their latest Saturday night scene and free-for-all fuck fest with the guys, the last thing she’d needed was a twelve-hour work day in the kennels on top of it.
I want a hot bath and a foot rub.
She let herself in and dropped her lunch stuff in the kitchen to take care of later. She walked past the office, stopped, and backtracked.
The men stood, frozen. It looked like they’d been taking pictures of something, because the lights and backdrop were set up in the corner.
Then she spotted Baxter.
He was rolling around on the floor, obviously in a catnip daze.
That was not what caught her attention.
It was the neon-pink paracord shibari rope harness tied around his torso that caught her attention.
“Guys? What did you do to my cat?”
“Baxter became a model,” Max said.
“A what?”
“A bondage model,” Sean said. “We took his picture and posted it. You should see how many—”
“Why is my cat wearing a rope harness?”
The men exchanged a glance. “Um, because he’s kinky?” Sean offered.
Baxter curled around the other way, reaching a paw up to drunkenly swat at her with a sultry maow.
She blinked, staring at them.
Sean pointed at Max. “It was his idea.”
“Bullshit! You tossed me the paracord—”
“Guys! Why is my cat wearing a rope harness?”
“We were trying to boost our website hits,” Sean said. “We were just screwing around and took his picture and posted it and…well, it exploded. It went viral almost immediately.”
She took a deep breath. “It is not okay to use my cat as a rope bunny.”
The men looked at each other, near identical smiles slowly filling their faces.
“No,” Cali yelled. “We are not adopting a bunny just so you can do kinky macramé on it and post pictures!”
“Why not?” they asked.
Sean snapped his fingers. “Hey, Abbey’s got that pet tortoise! I heard Gilo say he ordered costumes for it from Etsy. I bet—”
“No! Do you not understand this is wrong?”
“It’s not wrong,” they said.
“Not like we’re hurting him,” Max added.
“Baxter seemed to enjoy himself,” Sean said.
She walked over to the desk and picked up the almost-empty catnip container. She shook it at them. “This was new last week. Any other time I’ve bought one of these for him, it lasts six months or longer.”
The men exchanged a guilty glance.
“Not our fault your cat has a nip problem,” Max muttered.
“Like they say,” Sean added. “Talk to your cat about the nip before some other cat does.”
She stormed over to them, brandishing the nip container at them. “You got my cat high and tied him up.”
“Nooo,” Max said, holding a finger up. “Technically we tied him, but we didn’t tie him up.”
“That would connote,” Sean added, “that’d we’d restrained him. We didn’t restrain him. Look at him for yourself. Is he restrained? No.”
She stared at them, slowly shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”
Max pointed at his laptop. “Look at the page hits. It’s gone viral. We had over four thousand likes and three thousand shares on Facebook. We’ve never had ten percent of those stats.”
“And it was retweeted over a thousand times on Twitter,” Sean added. “Web hits shot through the roof. We got a bunch of orders.”
“We could do a whole series of pics with him,” Max said.
“I’ve already started working up ideas to make a leather gimp suit for him,” Sean said.
“What?”
Max shot him a glare. “You could have waited to tell her that.”
“Sorry
.”
“My cat did not give consent for this.”
“He didn’t fight us,” Sean said. “That’s consent.”
“You doped him with catnip!”
“He liked the attention,” Max said. “You said you wanted me to get to know him better. Look at him. Does he look like he’s pissed off?”
Baxter rolled around again, swatting at something in the air. “Maow.”
If he could speak English, she suspected Baxter would be describing the pink elephants now walking through his field of vision.
“No,” she said, “he looks like he’s stoned out of his damn gourd. What the hell is wrong with you two?”
“So what I’m hearing you say,” Sean said, “is that we can’t tie your cat up.”
“No,” Max said, “We obviously can, because we did. I think she’s saying we shouldn’t.”
She gave them both stink-eye. “Unbelievable. Seriously fucking unbelievable. You two are grown damn men. Act like it.”
“What fun is that?” Sean asked.
“Hey, people dress their pets up in costumes all the time,” Max said. “You don’t go complaining about that. Doesn’t the shelter have a pet costume contest every year at Halloween?”
“Not like we suspended him or something,” Sean said. “Just a rope harness. Think of it as a costume.”
“My cat is not kinky!”
“Uh, we have pictures that say otherwise,” Max said.
“People think it’s hysterical,” Sean said. “We could do YouTube videos of it.”
“Okay. I really can’t believe I actually have to say this, but no, you are not making YouTube videos of you tying up my cat, no you are not taking more shibari pictures of my cat, and untie my damn cat!”
“Geez, someone’s grouchy,” Sean said as he reached for Baxter.
The cat meowed at him, hooking a paw around his hand and pulling it close to lick him.
Colors…pretty colors.
She stared at Baxter. “If he’s hungover and pissed off tomorrow, you two are dealing with him.” She stormed out of the office toward the bedroom. “And you’re not putting him in a gimp suit, either,” she called back.