by Shayla Black
“Embarrassed.”
“Because we’re both staring at your pussy?”
She nodded, wriggled, whimpered. “Uh-huh.”
“Don’t grunt at me,” he reprimanded. “I want your words.”
“Yes.” Though glassy-eyed, she managed to speak. “Sir.”
“You like knowing that both your men are fixated by your pretty little cunt, don’t you?”
Heavenly bit her lip, looking so reluctant to admit what her body made obvious. “Yes, Sir.”
Beck smiled as he palmed her pussy. “I think our girl likes a little humiliation with her arousal.”
Seth held up his thumb and forefinger a fraction of an inch apart. “A little bit.”
The doctor tsked at her. “What a bad girl…”
“What should we do to her?”
Beck grinned and rubbed his hands together like he was really enjoying this.
Good. He was, too.
“Let’s start by strapping her in.”
Seth took stock of what Beck had tossed his way. Then a big-ass smile spread across his face. “Oh, one of my favorites.”
“Mine, too.”
Heavenly blinked at the collection of straps and cuffs in confusion. “What are you going to do?”
“Sirs?” Seth prodded.
“Sirs,” she added hastily.
“I think this is better demonstrated than explained,” Beck deferred. “Take everything off except your panties, little girl. Those stay.”
Her eyes widened. She looked as if she might object but wisely held her tongue and pulled her dress over her head. Seth nearly swooned at the visual of her dainty flushed nipples sticking straight out as if calling his name. Somehow, he kept his shit together.
“Hand that to me.” Seth held out his palm.
She trembled as she set the barely there garment across his fingers, then looked up as if trying to read his face. His smile told her nothing.
He dropped the dress on a nearby armchair, then flicked his discerning gaze to her feet. “As much as we know Beck likes the beige heels with the bows, you need to take them off, too.”
When Heavenly sent Beck a glance, he nodded. “Whenever one of us speaks, don’t question it. Just do it.”
“Yes, Sirs.” Her voice quivered with excitement.
Bending to remove her shoes grazed the pearls against her so-sensitive clit again. They both stepped back, feet apart and arms crossed over their chests, to watch her struggle, flush, writhe, and bite her lip in renewed desperation.
Finally, she managed to slip them off and hand them over. Beck set them along the wall, far out of her reach. Then when the doctor returned and drilled a direct stare at her, she dropped her lashes and lowered her gaze in a lovely show of submission.
“So pretty,” Beck praised as he trailed a finger from the soft valley between her breasts to the sodden cleft of her cunt.
She drew in a breath and shuddered. “Please…”
No way Seth could resist that anymore. “Oh, damn…”
Beck raked a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Get ready to be fucked, little girl.”
Heavenly whimpered in relief…that was probably short-lived. But he wouldn’t tell her just yet. Instead, they worked in silence, attaching cuffs at wrists and ankles, then wrapping a thick strap around each of her thighs.
“Bend your knees and rest your heels as close to your ass as possible.”
She jumped to do his bidding, and before she knew what had happened, he and Beck connected her ankles to her thighs with handy Velcro. They also attached her wrists to her sides in the same way, then stepped back to survey their handiwork.
Seth sucked in a breath. “She looks so hot.”
“Totally fuckable,” Beck practically sighed. “Got lube?”
“Yeah.” He snagged it from his bag. “I’ll prep her.”
If he could torment her a little more, even better. But it was getting damn difficult not to pounce on her, shove his way inside her—anywhere—and find orgasmic bliss. They’d all endured this seemingly endless torture, and balancing on the sharp edge of it had been so delicious that he hated to give it up.
Beck looped an arm around Heavenly’s waist and lifted her, legs bent and spread, then settled her knees on the edge of the bed. Then he leaned close to her ear. “Remember those pictures you saw at the art gallery, the ones where the subs were tied up and helpless? At the mercy of their Doms?”
Heavenly whimpered.
“I heard you liked them.” Seth squeezed some lube on his fingers. “So now you’re that woman, angel, only you’re at the mercy of two ruthless Doms. You ready for that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she rushed to say. “I want everything.”
“Be careful what you wish for…” Beck’s voice sounded somewhere between thick and raspy.
Seth touched her waiting rosebud, gently applying the thick, cool gel. His cock jerked. Christ, he wanted to squeeze inside her here, mark her in some primal way he couldn’t explain, and claim her from now until the end of time. After nearly losing her twice and being so close to making her theirs for good, he needed to.
He wrestled with this urge. Heavenly might not agree. Hell, Beck would probably argue. But Seth didn’t think he could live another fucking hour without really feeling her.
Decision made, Seth squeezed more lube onto his palm, then covered his weeping crest. He leveled a glance Beck’s way. “I know I told you last night not to, but…
The doctor grinned. “You understand now why I was sidetracked?”
“Not sidetracked. Desperate.”
“True. Look, wherever you want to do that, I’m cool.” Beck shrugged.
Even if he wanted to fuck her pussy bareback? Yeah. The doctor didn’t seem to care who got her pregnant as long as one of them did.
Not in Seth’s game plan. As long as he stayed in her ass, there’d be no bundle of joy in nine months.
Seth coated the rest of his hot shaft with one hand while he stroked her swollen folds and slick pearls with the other. “I want to take your ass without a condom, angel. You okay with that? I’m clean.”
Beck joined in, teasing her pouting pussy with busy fingers. “Want his bare cock deep inside you, little girl?”
Heavenly gasped and rocked her hips. “Please. Yes. Hurry.”
“Thank fuck.” Seth couldn’t sit his ass on the edge of the bed fast enough as he regarded Beck. “Can you settle her over me?”
“You got it. Relax,” the surgeon told Heavenly. “I got you. Don’t fight. You can’t move.”
She gave him a frantic nod, then he lifted her. Seth held up his cock, waiting for that moment Beck draped her thighs on either side of his and he penetrated her without a single barrier between them.
When she hovered over his waiting shaft, Seth wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her back against his chest. “Open up. Bear down.”
She did without being asked twice, then he was sliding inside the hottest, silkiest nirvana ever.
“Oh, fuck…” His head fell back, the sounds of Heavenly’s cries punctuating his pleasure. “Fuck. You better get in her pussy quick, man.”
Beck surveyed the two of them as he ripped open his condom. “Suck it up, buttercup. We owe Heavenly some amazing, throat-clawing orgasms. Besides, our little girl looks so incredibly gorgeous all aroused and anally penetrated.” He tugged on the string of pearl and sent them rolling over her clit once more.
Her moan turned keening.
“Shit. Do that again.” Seth gritted his teeth, knowing his request made him the stupidest bastard on the planet because he wasn’t going to last. “She clamped down on me so tight. Never felt anything like this…”
Beck complied, sending him and a gasping Heavenly even closer to the edge before pressing two fingers inside her and leaning in for a kiss. “I’m going to get inside this snug little cunt now.”
“Please!” she wailed.
Damn if her pleading didn’t turn Seth on even more. “Hurry it up, for
fuck’s sake.”
“What’s the matter, slick? Going in bareback undoing you?”
“Shut up and get deep.”
“I think we should reward Heavenly for being so honest and coming so far first. And she really likes these pearls… Come whenever you want tonight, little girl.”
Before Seth could object, she started mewling, tightening on him even more, and wriggling like a wild thing. Her whole body tensed until he thought she’d strangle his cock. Then she screamed so loud and low in her throat, he swore it could scrape the paint off the walls.
Goddamn if he didn’t love every second of her climax, even as it brought him perilously to the edge of his control.
“Shit. Oh, shit…” He did his damnedest to hold on. “I’m going to punch you.”
Beck laughed. “You’re going to thank me.”
As their girl undulated and writhed all over him, taking him even deeper and stroking every last nerve ending, Seth felt his restraint crumbling as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Hell, what sweet torture.
Beck had been fucking right.
When Heavenly’s gyrations slowed and her body slumped, Seth was still rigid and on edge, panting hard, every muscle screwed up as he fought for control.
“Did you survive?” Beck drawled.
Seth scowled and let out a pent-up breath. “No thanks to you.”
Beck laughed like that was funny. “Lie back and get ready for more.”
Seth’s self-control was saying no, no, no. His cock was shouting yes, yes, yes. He knew which he was listening to.
Quickly, he got flat and spread his legs apart, which widened Heavenly’s thighs even more.
“Good man.” Beck rolled his condom on, staring straight down at Heavenly’s pussy. “Fuck, that’s pretty. You feel good, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Seth could hear her smiling satisfaction.
“Let us make you feel even better.” Beck gripped her hips and started working his way in with an agonized groan.
Seth felt the other man’s length slide inside her through the thin membrane separating them. The tight squeeze of Heavenly’s ass became a pressure cooker.
Holy hell, how was he going to hold on?
Her shocked little gasps told him she wasn’t prepared for how sensitive her tingling flesh was or how tightly stretched she felt with both of them inside her while swollen. If Beck’s litany of curses were any indication, he wasn’t either. Good. Since the asshole wanted to play ruthless, he could, too—and give their girl more ecstasy at the same time.
With one hand, he plucked and pinched her nipple. With the other, he tugged on the string of pearls, sliding them back and forth over her vulnerable clit. “Like that, angel?”
As predictable as a sunrise, she tightened and bowed and started gyrating all over their cocks.
“Oh, fuck.” Beck gripped her thighs and tossed his head back, plunging in and out of her cunt. “Oh…”
Not so easy now, is it? But Seth kept the thought to himself, mostly because Heavenly started lifting on his straining cock and slamming down while he felt Beck slide up alongside his length.
His eyes crossed. His heart chugged. The orgasm he’d been trying to hold back for what felt like hours threatened to blow like an overdue volcano.
Above him, Heavenly thrashed and twisted, then clenched down on him like a vise as she screamed even louder than before. Her howl threatened to cave in the ceiling. Seth was damn glad they didn’t have neighbors because he loved it.
Then he didn’t think anything else as his self-control gave out and the epic climax he’d been trying to stave off overwhelmed him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel his feet, couldn’t hear anything over the roar of his own heartbeat. He saw stars and fireworks. Most of all, whatever part of his heart hadn’t belonged to Heavenly before was absolutely hers now.
Above them, Beck pounded into her and let go with a primal growl. Seth watched satisfaction cross the surgeon’s flushed face, then he saw the way Beck looked at Heavenly. Yeah, they were on the same page again—both helplessly in love.
After tonight, he could almost taste their perfect future glimmering on the horizon and he couldn’t wait for the rest of their lives.
Chapter Twelve
The rest of the week passed in a haze of bliss, and Heavenly wanted to pinch herself to make sure all this happiness wasn’t the best dream ever.
The following morning, she and the guys had a leisurely breakfast in bed…that led to multiple toe-curling orgasms. Finally, she forced herself up, kissed them, then drove a few hours northeast to Palm Springs. The chill vibe of the city fascinated her, along with the looming mountains, the stucco architecture alongside the midcentury modern, and the palm trees everywhere. She’d bet the triple-digit temperatures in the summer felt like an inner circle of hell, but that day was perfect. When she explored the aerial tram and the top of the mountain, she encountered a double-digit temperature drop and a magnificent view of the Coachella Valley. She took time for a coffee at one of the outdoor cafés, then headed down to visit the Moorten Botanical Garden. As sunset approached, she visited some cute little boutiques.
To her surprise, six o’clock arrived without Beck and Seth making an appearance, so she won their chase that day. Her phone rang at the top of the hour. They conceded defeat and let her plan the evening, which meant they checked into their luxurious hotel, took a dip in the pool, then ordered room service for a decadent dinner in bed.
Early the next morning, she headed out for Santa Barbara and called Raine during her drive. Yes, she was a teensy bit sore after a few days of Beck and Seth’s diligent attention. And no, she didn’t mind one bit.
“Have you thought more about staying beyond the semester?” her friend asked. “I have no doubt you’re making them fall even more in love with you.”
Heavenly suspected that, too.
“I’m thinking a lot about it. I’ve never been happier in my life,” she admitted. “But I haven’t had much to compare this to. When we get back to Beck’s place, I need to see what that reality is like.”
“You need to, one hundred percent. But who or what do you think you’re going to find out there that’s better?”
Heavenly didn’t have an answer.
She also found Raine remarkably willing to talk about her submissive experiences.
“No, it’s not always easy,” her friend explained. “Juggling two demanding Doms is even more difficult.”
“Sometimes, they make me want to scream. They shock me. They frustrate me.”
“But they pleasure you and they love you and they put you first.”
“Beyond my wildest dreams. Then I feel guilty for knowing so little about what they want and how to please them. They have to explain and teach me everything. I know Beck is used to dealing with someone who’s far more experienced. I suspect Seth is, too.”
“Sweetie, don’t feel guilty. Most Doms love to teach and guide, at least the ones I know. And even if you had years of experience, you’d still have to learn because no two Doms want the same thing. If I’d only ever known Hammer, I would have missed out on so much. And vice versa with Liam. For all that the two of them can be ridiculously alike, they’re very different. I’m sure that’s true of Beck and Seth. I don’t know a lot about Seth’s kinks—I’ve heard rumors—ahem, but none confirmed, so I won’t go into that. I am well acquainted with Beck’s proclivities through years of observation and club gossip. I won’t lie; he’s definitely used to a more self-aware sub. By the time someone seeks him out, she’s after a specific something and knows he can deliver.”
“What?”
“I’ll let him tell you. Fair warning: it’s not for everyone. But don’t be scared. He may never ask you for that.”
Scared? “I don’t understand.”
“I know.” Raine sounded apologetic. “Sorry. I’ve already said too much.”
Heavenly didn’t like it, but she
understood. “I don’t know if I can truly make them happy if I can’t please them, so I’m frustrated that I don’t really understand everything.”
“Unless they’re criticizing you for not knowing—and if they are, I’ll kick their asses—then don’t ever feel incompetent or awkward. Anything they want you to know, they’ll show you. Anything you need, they’ll help you.”
All this mystery about what pleased them unsettled Heavenly. But they weren’t volunteering information about their kink, and she wasn’t sure how to ask them. Or if she should. But why wouldn’t they want her to know?
Once she reached the charming city on the central California coast, Heavenly ended the call and shoved aside her worries. The morning fog quickly gave way to a beautiful blue sky, perfect for taking in the Spanish mission built in 1786 that was unlike anything she’d ever seen. Inside the church, she prayed for her father.
Would he understand her choices if he could see her with Beck and Seth now? He’d wanted her to live and be happy. So far, she was—beyond anything she’d imagined. She still missed Dad like crazy, but the guys seem to know exactly how to keep her from wallowing in grief. Sometimes the week seemed more like she was on her honeymoon than in mourning, which made her feel even guiltier. But she refused to let that steal the joy from this time they shared.
After she exited the grand old landmark, she drove through some swanky neighborhoods on her way to the beach, where Beck and Seth found her hours before their time ran out. Heavenly didn’t mind losing their game that day; she was far more content to be with them.
Together, they trekked the coastline, hand in hand in hand, and talked about what she’d seen, how beautiful the ocean looked, and what sounded good for dinner. Since she’d been missing them, she asked if they could grab fast food and head to the hotel because she hoped they felt like getting naked with her. After the fastest imaginable trek through a McDonald’s drive-thru, Beck and Seth spent leisurely hours taking off her clothes, climbing inside her head, then tying her up in beautiful, intricate knots until she felt as if she was floating. Every time she thought the sex couldn’t get more intense or make her feel more connected to them, they proved her wrong.
