by Shayla Black
natural she felt. The appreciation on their faces and the satisfaction her submission seemed to give them filled her with a confidence she’d never had. In this moment, she wasn’t worried that her imperfections made her unattractive. Instead, she just breathed into her body, concentrated on the beating of her heart, the tightening of her nipples, the clench of her aroused pussy.
She felt perfectly at peace as she found the center of the room and sank to her knees. It felt awkward at first, but she spread her knees and placed her hands on top, palms up. She glanced up at them for approval.
“Eyes down,” Tate said, his voice hard. “Kellan said to look at us when we’re talking, but when you’re presenting yourself, you look down until your Dom chooses to acknowledge and accept you.”
The minute she lowered her gaze, a blanket of vulnerability fell over her. Tate’s sneakers came into view as he stood over her. Belle knew his stare roamed all over her, but she had no idea what he was thinking. That connection she’d had with him earlier seemed to have vanished and she wanted it back.
“Spread your knees wider so I can see your pussy.” Without seeing the softness on his face, he seemed harsh.
Still, she dredged up her courage and spread herself open further because, deep down, she suspected that pleasing him would please her, too.
“Straighten your spine,” Tate continued. “Let your head fall forward.”
She did as he asked, her whole being now centered on his voice. He sounded rougher, less collected.
Then again, so was she.
With every breath and every command, they opened her up—not just to them, but to the deepest parts of herself she’d kept closed for so long.
She felt poised on the edge of something amazing—life-altering—as she submitted her body to their pleasure.
“That’s it.” Tate’s big hand covered her head. “You look beautiful like this.”
Even when he was angry with her, he still made her feel special. She wanted to take back everything she’d said to him, but she couldn’t do that unless she was absolutely certain she could keep whatever promises she made. Instead, Belle swore she’d take whatever time they shared and give as much of herself as she could. “Thank you, Sir.”
“It’s a simple truth.” His sneakers exited her line of sight. “If we’re going to continue this sexual relationship, we need to prepare you. In the past, we’ve always taken a lover together. That means using more than just your mouth and your pussy. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Tate clipped every word with a distinctly academic tone, as though he were discussing some intellectual problem, not explaining that he wanted to have anal intercourse with her.
Maybe it was time to show him she was learning. She didn’t normally curse, but the night before had been dirty and glorious, and there was nothing wrong with the truth. She wasn’t the same reserved girl whose virginity they’d taken. These men had changed her for the better. “You want to fuck my ass, Sir.”
The whole room went still, as though not a single one of them could believe she’d uttered those words. At their shock, Belle had to stop herself from giggling.
“That’s correct.” Tate’s voice was a little higher than before. It was nice to know she could get to him with a few well-chosen words.
“Belle, what Tate is trying to explain is that we’ll first prepare you by inserting a plug in your ass that will stretch you to take a cock there.” Eric circled around her until his feet came into view. He wasn’t wearing shoes. How could his bare feet seem so masculine, so sexy? No clue, but they were.
She felt his hand sink into her hair, then he gently tugged until she was looking up at him. “When Kellan went out for beignets, he bought you a set of training plugs. This city has a surprisingly large amount of sex shops. And voodoo shops. Sometimes I couldn’t tell the difference.”
Belle would have to hope that no one had placed a curse on her anal plug. “I understand, Sir. I want to be able to take all of you. I’m ready.”
He tipped her chin up and stared into her eyes as though he could see her down to her soul. “You’re ready for sex with all of us, but not commitment?”
“I can’t promise more now, Eric. You’ve had a year to think about this. I’ve had a few days. I need time to figure us out.”
“I should probably step back until you do, but I won’t. Instead, I’m going to show you absolutely everything we can give you. I’m going to show you what it means to belong to us. You won’t be able to send us away.”
Belle was already afraid of that. She didn’t want to find herself swept back to Chicago and giving up her design dreams. She couldn’t run their lives again and not have one of her own. Even if they did help her find an office close to theirs so she could go into business for herself, as Tate suggested, it wouldn’t be what she needed. Fate, her grandmother—something—had called her to this place. She had to make them see that. Besides, even if she was ready to jump into the relationship…well, Kell still wasn’t. These three men wouldn’t be right without one another. She didn’t want to be the reason they were no longer a unit.
“I can’t do this.” Kellan shook his head.
Couldn’t what, even sleep with her anymore? Now that he’d had her, did he not want her again?
Panic encroached. She studied Kell’s face, wishing he would look at her. She couldn’t read him beyond agitation. His jaw firmed. He paced, shaking his head. Her stomach knotted, and she barely held in a sob.
She’d thought she would have more time with him, that she could build up memories with him before he left her. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly?
“If you want to bail, there’s the door.” Tate’s face had gone harder, his eyes downright stony as he glared Kellan’s way.
Kell rolled his eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. I wasn’t talking about leaving. We’re going to shove a plug up her ass. Don’t you think I’m staying around for that? I was talking about this whole ‘Sir’ thing. She ruined it for me.” He pointed at her. “Now when the word comes out of her mouth, it’s like she’s addressing that little rat-thing that hikes its leg and pees on my shoes.”
A great well of laughter burst from Belle. She tried to press it down, but couldn’t. Her reaction might annoy him, but she couldn’t stop it, especially not when he looked so righteous.
Even Tate cracked a smile. “How about Master? Except we haven’t earned it.”
“I can call you Master,” she interjected quickly.
It felt right, like a formal admission of their sexual relationship. They would be her Masters…for now.
“I like the way that sounds. Hands and knees, baby. Let’s get the rough part over.” Eric moved to the dresser where someone had lain a plastic bag. He retreated to the bathroom, and Belle heard the water begin to run.
Rough part? They were really going to impale her backside with a foreign object. She wasn’t entirely sure how she should feel about that, but she’d seen Kinley blush and stutter when the subject of anal anything came up. Belle didn’t have any hang-ups about it being “weird.” It was simply new, but she wanted to know what it meant to be in between them, to have them love her all over. If she had to allow them to plug her before that could happen, she’d manage.
Belle leaned forward, placing her palms on the carpet. It was plush against her skin, between her fingers.
“She needs a safe word.” Kellan sank into the chair opposite her, obviously preparing for a show.
“Belle, select one,” Tate commanded. “Make it something you wouldn’t typically say during sex.”
“Aquamarine.” It was the color of Kell’s eyes as he stared into hers now.
Tate nodded, his face still grim. He’d shrugged out of his shirt, but his sweats were still on. The night before he’d been so eager, he’d tossed off his clothes with abandon. This morning, she felt distance between them—and she hated it. Her eager lover had been replaced with a wary man, and she wished she’d had more ti
me with the fun-loving Tate before they’d confronted the issue of forever. Last night, he’d been all over her, caressing her body as if he couldn’t stand not to touch her. Today, they’d barely shared any contact since reaching the bedroom.
“Fine. Everything stops if you say that word,” Tate explained.
The water shut off, and Eric returned with a piece of pink plastic in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. “Exactly. At that point, we talk about what made you uncomfortable and how to rectify that. In exploring your submission, we should find your boundaries and push them. We’ll discover what works for you sexually. So if you don’t like something or find it uncomfortable, we hash it out until you’re ready. For now, I’m going to work the plug inside you. You’re going to keep it there until we take it out. You’ll wear it a few hours each day until we decide you’re ready to handle a cock.”
She wouldn’t say that she wasn’t a little nervous, but she didn’t shy away. “Yes, Master.”
Eric held out his hand. “Suck Tate’s cock, Belle. He’s had too much stimulation for one day. He’ll be cranky for his one o’clock phone conference with these new clients about their multimillion dollar case if he doesn’t release this tension.”
Belle slanted a glance in Tate’s direction. His eyes lit up briefly before he seemed to remember he was crabby. Instead, he pulled up a chair and plopped in front of her, then settled in to work his sweatpants down.
Eric edged behind her, his warm hand on the small of her back. “Spread your legs a little wider, baby.”
She did as he asked, moving her knees further apart. At the same time, Tate pushed his boxers down and released his cock. He was so beautiful—big, strong, stalwart. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. She hadn’t really gotten to explore his body yet. The previous night, he’d taken her with his mouth and driven her to insanity before spending half of the night inside her. Belle looked forward to paying him back.
He stroked himself, staring down at her. “Suck me until I come.”
A drop of fluid already pearled on the head of his cock. More than ready to taste him, she began leaning closer when she felt Eric pull her cheeks apart.
Surprise and more than a little embarrassment made her clench down instinctively to keep him out.
A loud smack cracked through the room, then pain flared across her ass.
“Don’t fight me,” Eric growled. “Arch your back and push down.”
“Seriously?” She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. “I thought you would just push it in.”
Kellan chuckled. “Push it in? Love, it’s not just going to fall into your backside. Eric will have to coax that pretty little hole into opening for him. He’ll spread you wide and use his fingers to distribute the lube. He’ll rim and stretch you. You’ll shudder and gasp a little, but eventually you will let him in.”
Maybe it shouldn’t, but the demand in his speech made her squirm. “But does he have to look at it?”
Her question might annoy them, but Kinley had always stressed communication in BDSM.
“Fuck, yeah, I’m going to look at it,” Eric said, his hand heavy on the curve of her hip. “Every single part of you is gorgeous, Belle. Watching you take our plug will be sexy as hell. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about getting my cock up there?”
When he talked that way, her heart rate zoomed. Her skin felt too tight.
Tate tangled his fingers in her hair. “You pay attention to me, Belle. Let Eric do what he needs or we’ll give you a nice long spanking and you’ll still take the plug.”
Put that way, she leaned forward and raised her ass in the air, trying to relax. Vulnerability washed through her, but as she took his cock in one hand, she smelled the musk of his arousal blending with the clean smell of the soap he’d used during his morning shower. She found Tate’s scent a comfort.
Belle licked him, using the flat of her tongue to rub along the V on the back of his cock. She settled there briefly, rubbing that little indention, learning its depth and feel. She laved the thick head, then sucked, enjoying the way he fidgeted, then tried to force himself to still.
Behind her, Eric parted her cheeks. Belle resisted her instinct to flinch away.
Something cool coated her opening. Lubricant. It wouldn’t be long now before Eric breached her with that plug. She fought a shiver. She needed to pay attention to Tate, take her mind off Eric’s inevitable penetration.
Belle bathed the head of his cock, lovingly saturating it, before bobbing her head to take more of him in her mouth. Rolling her tongue around him as she sucked, she forced herself to remain still even when she felt Eric’s fingers circle the rim of her back passage.
She immersed herself in Tate’s scent, texture, and flavor as Eric’s fingers explored where no one had touched. Repeatedly, he worked his fingers around that spot, feeling her flesh part as he began to push his fingers inside.
As he deepened the penetration, it became an odd pressure—not unpleasant. In fact, it soon had her gasping at the shockwave of sensation. That caused her to swallow more of Tate’s cock into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” He pulled on her hair, drawing her closer, forcing his cock deeper. “Suck me hard, until I can’t hold back another second. Oh, yeah. That’s what I want.”
And he tasted so good. She lapped at him some more, then drew him all the way to her throat, forcing herself to breathe through her nose. The slight tang of his salty essence coated his cock and teased her tongue. She stroked him with her tongue in passion, trying to give him all the devotion she couldn’t promise with words.
As she sank into the experience, something hard pressed against her ass, then began to pierce her. Oh god, he was breaching her with the head of the plug. Belle held her breath.
“Open up.” Eric pressed his hand into the small of her back, forcing her to arch for him. “Breathe out and let me in. You’ll not only be full, but satisfied. Don’t be afraid. Let it happen.”
She concentrated on the task at hand, sticking her butt even higher in the air and sliding her tongue around Tate’s thickening dick. He groaned low as he pulled at her hair.
Then the plug began to breach her, sending a new and dazzling pressure deep inside her. She whimpered as the sensation snaked to her quivering belly, warmed, then settled into her clit. Slowly, Eric fucked her with the plug, little thrusts, each time deeper, that made her moan against the cock in her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Tate said.
“It’s so pretty.” Eric pressed in again.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kellan stand and disappear behind her. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”
“She’s taking the plug beautifully.” Eric made another pass with the plastic device, penetrating her more deeply. As it slid out again, she clenched down to keep it inside. When he pushed in once more, she relaxed and let the protrusion slide home.
“It’s in. Damn that’s hot,” Eric groaned. “You keep that plug in place or there will be punishment.”
Belle barely had time to bob her head before Tate tugged on her hair again. “Deeper. Take me to your throat.”
Eric twisted the base of the gadget impaling her. She felt it even deeper. It ignited nerve endings she’d never known existed and revved her arousal in a way she’d never imagined. The plastic wedge held her open, not allowing her to hide from Eric and Tate. Nor did it give her any respite from the constant barrage of tingles and the delicious feeling of fullness. The penetration was so primal, she could only imagine how taken she would feel once real flesh filled her.
Frantically, she worked Tate’s cock over and over, taking him a bit deeper and harder each time. She wanted to please him so badly, especially after their terrible argument earlier. Being on her knees, having her ass filled, gave her a completely new sense of her body and of the sensual power she had right now. It also made her deeply aware of how thoroughly they controlled her orgasms. She’d happily do just about anything for one soon.
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ith fingers thrust in her hair, Tate guided her, his hips moving in short thrusts. She finally worked her lips all the way to the base of his cock. He filled her mouth completely, and Belle held her breath as he prodded her throat. Her body conformed to the plug, hugging it, craving more. What would it be like when one of them replaced the plug and one filled her pussy? Already, she felt so tightly packed. Would she be able to truly take two of them at once? Belle doubted she would be able to breathe or think or move—and she didn’t care. She couldn’t wait to feel them deep inside, connecting her to them in a whole new way.
She dragged her mouth back up the length of Tate’s cock until only the head remained cradled by her lips. With a little sigh, she swiped her tongue across the head.
“Oh, wow. Damn.” Tate let out a harsh breath. “Belle… Baby, you’re killing me. I can’t hold—”
One more pass was all it took. The minute she sucked him back in and swallowed around his cock, his entire length stiffened and pulsed. Hot splatters filled her mouth. He tasted rich and salty as she drank him down while he groaned low, long, and loud.
The minute Tate sagged back into the chair in a spent heap, Eric held a hand out to her and helped her to her feet. He led her to the bed.
“You’re too sore to fuck this morning.”
