“No!” she yelled. Hell, there were two dozen in the container. She wouldn’t eat all of them.
Not in one sitting, at least.
“You know the rule, baby,” Rich said as he ground his hips against her ass.
Oh, yes, she knew the rule.
She leaned against the counter and spread her legs wide. They were just three weeks from their one-year anniversary of the first collaring, and one of the men’s rules was that at home, unless she was cold or on her period, or guests were present, she only wore her cuffs and collar. They’d bought her new leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a collar, a matching set.
Another was that she had to pay for her knots. One way…or another.
Usually another.
Behind her, Rich stepped aside and started spanking her ass bare-handed.
“Fuck, you did bring knots home,” Nick called out from the bedroom.”
“Ooh, you lied to Sir,” Rich said. “He’s going to give you the belt.”
She shoved the knot into her mouth. “I don’t care,” she mumbled around it. “Worth. Every. Stroke.”
Rich unfastened his shorts and shoved them and his briefs down, sinking his cock into her pussy. “Keep eating those knots, you little knot whore,” he said. “You’ll be stuffed with cock here shortly when Nick gets up.”
“I know.” She took a bite of another one, eyes closed, savoring it.
Nick emerged from the bedroom. “Ah, I knew it.” He grinned as he walked over and wrested the container from her and took one for himself. “That’s five, baby.”
“Good.”
This was a well-loved ritual. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. Nick knew Rich had brought her garlic knots. He always did after his shifts. And Chelbie always tried to bogart them by lying when Nick asked her.
And she always got five from the belt.
Which made her hornier than hell.
And then after letting her have about three knots, she got to have Nick’s cock shoved up her pussy while Rich fucked her ass. Then the three of them would collapse, exhausted, after Chelbie snuck one more knot. And then Rich could get his shower.
She’d eat more of the knots for breakfast the next morning.
Nick grabbed a fistful of her hair, which wasn’t easy considering it was short, and led her down the hall to the bedroom. “Time for your five, baby.”
She was still shoving one more garlic knot into her mouth even as she climbed up onto the bed on all fours, head down, ass up and wiggling at him, legs spread.
And her pussy soaking wet and dripping down her inner thighs from excitement.
Nick even kept the belt hanging on the back of the door. He wrapped it around his hand a couple of times and lined up the strokes, giving her five fast, hard smacks with it.
It was impossible for the men to tell what were moans of pain, pleasure, or knot-induced bliss.
It didn’t matter, because then Nick stuck two fingers into her pussy. “Oh, our little knot whore is soaking wet.”
She dropped her head to the bed and moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
“What’s our little knot whore get now?”
“Well fucked.”
“And why does our little knot whore get well fucked?”
“Because your little knot whore loves to get her pussy and ass fucked by her Sirs.”
That was definitely no lie.
“Good girl.” Nick returned the belt to its position and got a towel, the lube, and a condom ready for Rich, while Rich shed his clothes.
Nick lay down across the bed, at the edge. Chelbie climbed on top of him, moaning as his cock impaled her.
They were the perfect size for her, always melting her in a good way.
Rich donned a condom and slicked his cock with lube before working some into her asshole. “Were you a good girl tonight for Sir while I was at work?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned. “He made me wear the butt plug.”
“And did you give Sir a nice blow job while you did?”
“Yes, Sir.” She’d actually sixty-nined Nick, him on top and fucking her face, his legs pinning her arms down to the bed, immobilizing her and making her helpless.
Also making her come about five times with his mouth before she tapped out and called red. Then he was able to shoot his load down her throat while she knelt in front of him while he sat on the edge of the bed, holding her face in his hands and fucking her mouth again.
Dammit, she loved these men. Gentle and tender and smart and playful outside the bedroom, and ready to take her firmly in hand inside it.
Well, technically outside it, too, without picking at semantics.
They weren’t domineering, they were Dominants.
Her Dominants.
And she loved them, heart and soul.
As Rich worked the thick knob of his cock into her ass, she let out a moan. Getting them both inside her was part one.
Surviving more than five minutes of them using the Hitachi on her with both their cocks inside her was part two.
Staying awake more than five seconds after they finally let her stop coming and they’d exploded inside her as her body wanted to collapse into a satisfied garlic-knot-and-orgasm coma was part three.
She didn’t even bother trying to match their rhythm. Once Rich had his cock buried deep in her ass, all the way to the balls, he grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, sitting up and making her lean back.
Nick grinned as he grabbed the Hitachi. “Ready, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He flicked it on. Her clit and pussy and ass, already conditioned to respond to the sound of the vibrator coming on, clenched and throbbed in preparation. Nick didn’t waste any time, pressing it to her clit while reaching up with one hand to play with her nipples.
She threw her head back and moaned, the orgasm tearing through her, their cocks stretching her, owning her, giving her that delicious pinching burn that made her climax that much sweeter and stronger.
Every damn time.
It took her less than three minutes to start begging the men to stop. Tonight, they got out of her the promise to let them spit roast her on the couch tomorrow afternoon while they watched football pre-season games. Or some sort of game. She didn’t even care what game. She also promised to give their balls a thorough tonguing, and to let them each give her five smacks with the replacement Silencer Max and Sean had given her as a gift for surviving the attack with the other one.
Which was now in an evidence box for the case against Alexis.
Another part of the ritual. She’d agree to anything they asked of her within their boundaries while forcing her to come while impaled on their cocks.
“One more thing,” Rich whispered in her ear. “We want to know if you’ll marry me,” he said.
Her eyes popped open. “What?”
Nick grinned up at her. “We talked about it. His business stuff is going to be a lot more complicated with the album royalties and everything. I want you to marry Rich. We’ll still have paperwork for all three of us, use a trust for the finances and property, all of that. But I want you to marry Rich.”
She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. “Red.”
Nick’s expression turned worried as he pulled the vibrator away and switched it off. “I’m sorry. We thought you—”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I’ll marry him.” She looked back at Rich. “On one condition?”
“Yeah?”
“We do a handfasting ceremony so it can be all three of us. Okay, two conditions.”
“What’s the second?” he asked.
She grinned. “We still do garlic knot Saturday, even if you’re not working there anymore at some point.”
He grinned. “Agreed.”
“We good?” Nick asked.
She smiled. “Carry on, Sirs.”
Nick turned the Hitachi back on and pressed it against her clit. “I think for scaring us like that, you get another ten minutes with the Hitachi.??
?
She closed her eyes, smiling as she leaned back against Rich. “How about twenty?”
“Kinky little knot whore,” Rich teased. “That’s one of the many reasons we love you.”
“Love you, too, Sirs. Love you both.”
* * * *
Rich had a moment of panic when she’d safeworded, but now that matter was settled, he could once again happily continue fucking her sweet ass. Good thing, too, because the momentary panic had almost softened his cock.
But now, with the knowledge that she was going to legally be theirs—and that was exactly what he saw this as, her marrying them, even if she was legally marrying only him—he could quit allowing the vague pinch of worry that always tried to gnaw at his mind any further hold on him. That he wasn’t good enough, what could she possibly see in him, that kind of bullshit.
She did want him. Them.
Forever.
He nibbled on the shell of her ear as he tried to hold back his own orgasm. The feel of her ass tightly fisting his cock always threatened to send him over the edge if he didn’t concentrate. Especially when they used the vibrator on her at the same time. “Our kinky girl, look at you, two cocks buried inside you and a vibrator. Our greedy, sweet little knot whore.”
She made a noise that sounded somewhere between a groan and a giggle.
From below, Nick let out a groan of his own. “I can’t hold it much longer. I won’t make it that long.”
“Okay,” Rich said. “Let’s do it. She can owe us.”
Nick switched off the vibrator and set it aside. Moving together, they started fucking her together, pulling one last sweet orgasm out of her that had her crying out as both of them exploded inside her.
As Rich sat there with her in his arms, he hugged her tightly to him. “Love you so much, baby. You have no idea. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives keeping you happy.”
“Absolutely,” Nick added. “Going to show you how much we love you.”
She sighed, sounding sated, content.
Happy.
“Love you guys, too. And as long as you keep the garlic knots flowing, we’re good.”
He laughed and nipped her shoulder. “Knot whore.”
“Your point?” she asked.
“No point,” Nick said. “Just an observation. At least that’s an easy request to fill.”
After Rich got himself cleaned up, and then her, they snuggled in bed together with her between them, her fingers laced through theirs.
He loved this as much as he did the sexytime. The snuggling, the tenderness.
“Thank you, guys,” she said, already sounding sleepy.
“Why are you thanking us?” Rich said.
“Because now I feel like I finally am right where I belong.”
They each gave her a good-night kiss.
As he drifted to sleep, Rich thought it was funny that now, he, too, finally felt he was exactly where he belonged.
THE END
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