He waited while Drew unlocked the door to the poker club room, and then they were inside with the door closed and locked up tight. He set Hannah on her feet, then pulled her into his arms once more.
“All you all right, baby girl?” he asked, his voice low and tense.
“I am now,” she replied, wrapping a hand around his head and pulling him down for a long, deep kiss that had his toes curling and his cock jumping to attention.
When she finally released his lips, he looked to Drew who once again stood right behind her. “How about you, babe? You all right?”
“I’m fine, Master. Just angry that he bested me,” Drew admitted before giving Brody a kiss that was just as hot and arousing as the one he had received seconds earlier from Hannah.
“Damn, that’s hot. I could watch that every day for the rest of my life,” Hannah said with a breathless chuckle.
“I’m glad you enjoy it, because you will be,” Brody said as he reached for the hem of Hannah’s T-shirt.
In less than a minute, they were all naked. Hannah felt awkward just standing and watching as Drew unrolled one of the thick mats out onto the floor, and Brody pulled condoms and lube from the cabinet where such necessities were stored. But that feeling only lasted until the two men returned to her side, then encouraged her to the mat.
* * * *
They curled together like puppies in a pile, assuring one another that they were all fine, while Hannah stroked the bare skin of her two men. They stroked her as well, turning the fire up on her arousal until she was squirming and wishing someone would do something beyond kissing and hugging and touching.
The plug was still in her ass, but she was determined that it wouldn’t be there long. Especially once she said the words that had been pushing for release since the moment Brody had walked in the front door downstairs. The fact that they could have all been killed made the need to release them even stronger.
“I love you,” she said, addressing the room at large.
The men froze then rearranged themselves so they were on either side of her. “Would you repeat that please,” Brody said with just a hint of Domness in his voice.
With a smile, she lifted her hands to both sides of his face and pulled him down until he could see nothing but her. “I love you, Master.”
Releasing him, she turned to Drew. “I love you, too, Sir. And…”
“Oh, shit, there’s an and,” Drew snarked.
“Shut up, babe, or you’ll be watching while I take that pretty ass,” Brody ordered gently. “Now, baby girl, you said and?”
“I love you both, and I don’t care if we ever rebuild the cottage. I want to stay with you for however long you want me for,” she said in a hurry.
Brody exchanged a look with Drew then back at their woman. “Of course you’re going to stay with us.”
* * * *
“At least until we’re a hundred and two when we all die together in bed, during sex,” Drew added with a laugh.
That image had Hannah giggling, and a moment later Brody joined in as well. That lasted until Drew slid his hand between her legs and took hold of the plug. He pulled it out with a twisting motion, sending steamy chills racing through Hannah. “Ooo,” she breathed before begging, “Please, Master. Fuck my ass. Make me yours in every way.”
She did not fight when Brody sat up and pulled her over his lap. She knew she was trying to drive things from her position at the bottom of the pile, but she needed her men. She sucked a breath when he swiftly pulled the plug out of her ass and then exhaled just as sharply when three fingers speared into her.
“It hurts,” Hannah shifted on his lap, fighting his possession.
Drew moved around them and kissed her. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. In, out. Relax. It’ll feel better in a second.”
Brody pushed the fingers in as far as he could before holding them still. When her muscles relaxed around him, he began the slow twisting motion that always drove Drew crazy.
He knew he had her when Hannah shifted her hips back to fuck herself on his fingers. She moaned, “Oooo, faster please, Master.”
He added more lube and continued sliding his fingers in and out as he prepared Hannah for her next step as their sexual submissive.
“Pet, prepare my cock and your own. Then flat on your back beside us.”
Drew scrambled for the pile of supplies Brody had left nearby. After licking the head of Brody’s cock and savoring the flavor of his pre-cum, he rolled the condom down the shaft as gently as he could. After sheathing his own cock, he rolled into position beside Brody.
“Baby girl, I want you to move so you’re hovered over Drew’s cock but don’t take it in. Move slow so you don’t lose my fingers.”
“Yes, Master,” Hannah panted. She eased off his lap and positioned herself so her wide open dripping pussy rested on top of Drew’s balls.
Brody shifted and moved so he was kneeling behind her. “I’m going to slide in first. Then we’ll get Drew in your pretty little pussy, baby girl.”
“Mmmm, yes, Master. Please fuck my ass.”
* * * *
Unused to such play, Hannah found her lust and need spiraling out of control. She needed this, couldn’t wait for both men to fill her. What kind of a woman did that make her? A slut? Or just a very lucky woman? The thought flashed through her mind as Brody pulled his fingers from her, immediately replacing them with the large, hard head of his cock.
Taking a deep breath, Hannah focused on relaxing and pushing back against the intruder. Her breath caught when he pressed through the rings of muscle. Once they were inside, the rest of his shaft entered easily until his hips settled against her ass.
“How you doing, baby girl?” He rumbled as he leaned over and covered her back with his chest.
“F–f–fine,” she stuttered, as her muscles clenched.
“You’re not hurting?” Drew looked up at her. She knew he saw the strain and locked jaw as she tried to adjust to the baseball bat up her ass.
“No, Sir. Just need a minute to adjust,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Take all the time you need, sweetheart.” He lifted his head and kissed her.
By the time he shifted his hips until his cock pressed into her pussy, she was no longer preoccupied with the cock in her ass. Instead she wondered how everything would fit. Brody was already stretching her, filling her past capacity. Could there possibly be room for Drew down there as well?
* * * *
Drew waited until her tight expression relax, before meeting Brody’s eyes and nodding. As Master lifted her body up from his hips, Drew adjusted the angle of his cock to that of her wide open entrance. He had to close his eyes and grit his teeth to keep from coming as her hot, wet silky channel settled around him. Damn she was tight, but he loved it.
A groan came from deep with him, the sound of true appreciation for this woman. She was their third. There was no doubt in his mind. He watched her eyes widen as she settled fully down over him. With Brody’s cock in her ass, the pressure was intense, and he found himself panting right along with her.
“Hannah?” he asked again, not wanting to cause her discomfort. He already knew she would be sore in the morning even if they stopped right now.
“Um, stop? Wait? No, that’s not it. Yellow, please, Sir?”
“Need a moment to adjust?” Brody asked, needing to clarify her intentions. “Or do you want to stop?”
“No, Master, not stop. I just need to catch my breath,” Hannah panted.
Drew looked up and met Brody’s satisfied smile with one of his own. Oh yeah, Hannah was definitely the woman for them.
“Deep breaths, baby girl. Relax and feel the pleasure of being full of your Master and Sir,” Drew murmured as he brushed what he knew to be an involuntary tear from her cheek.
Chapter Fourteen
Hannah heard his voice, but couldn’t make sense of his words. She felt his touch, but couldn’t react. She couldn’t do anything except lay between
these two hot-bodied men and try not to fly away. Her orgasm hovered over them like a thick summertime thunderstorm, ready to pour over them all.
Her muscles were tight with anticipation and she was afraid she might shatter before Master allowed it. Finally, Drew’s words began to penetrate. Slow, deep breaths. Yeah, right, sure. How was she supposed to breathe slow and deep when her body felt like it was a millimeter from being split into pieces?
Closing her eyes, she worked on her breathing. Once she could take a full breath without gasping, her need for release retreated just enough she could speak. The fullness of both men inside her filled her with a deep sense of connection to the men. She tried to move, but their lower bodies were pressed so close together she couldn’t. She needed… More,” she whispered, opening her eyes and staring into Drew’s. “I need more. Someone move. Fuck me please.”
She watched Drew’s gaze shift to look over her shoulder and nod. She sighed as Brody lifted from where he had curled over her. As cool air wafted across her damp skin, large hands took hold of her hips.
He shifted her, guiding her, showing her how to move in order to ride Drew while at the same time stroking him. The arching, bowing movement had one pulling out while the other pushed in. One long, hard cock always filled her.
She heard them murmur, to her and each other, but she was so aroused that their words made no sense. Their gentle tones assured her they were pleased with her and each other despite the circumstances that had brought them to this point.
They became a sexual engine, gathered speed, but it wasn’t still enough for Hannah.
“More. Harder. Please,” she begged as her lust built. Her orgasm was close. She could feel it at the base of her skull and then pulse down her spine, out to her fingers and toes, then back to gather in her pelvis, building, building. Just a little more, a little harder, and it would break.
Brody’s fingers pressed deep into her skin as he moved her faster, harder, shoving her into the vortex of her orgasm. She screamed as every atom in her being lit up with sexual fire.
Brody’s growl harmonized with Drew’s cry as they followed her through the gateway of orgasmic bliss. The heat of their juices exploding from them to fill the latex sheaths separating their bodies sent further ripples through her. The knowledge they had come together caused yet another wave to roll over her sending spasms of muscle clenching through her once more.
She rode it out, continued to buck against her men. Finally, things settled and she collapsed atop Drew’s chest. Brody rested heavily over her for a moment so she could feel his heart racing against her back while Drew’s pounded against her breast.
Hannah wanted to dance, to yell to the world that she was in love with two men who loved her back, to cry at the beauty of what had just been.
She wanted to do it all again.
Soon.
Well, maybe not the part where her crazy ex-husband held them hostage, but at least everything that had happened once they had come upstairs. She wanted to do it again, and again, and again.
Brody eased from her, then lifted her and laid her beside Drew’s still lax body. He grabbed wipes and cleaned them all up, dealing with the condoms and tossing everything into a wastebasket in the corner. Then he returned and lay down on his back beside her.
“How can you do that?” she asked as she snuggled closer to his side and rested her head on his chest.
“Do what?”
“Move. I don’t know that I’ll be able to move before tomorrow, and from the looks of him, Drew is a puddle of goo as well. But you’re up crawling around, cleaning parts and pieces and actually functioning. How do you do that?”
The happy, contented smile he gave her had her heart stuttering in its beat. “Dom power,” he said with a wink.
Epilogue
At eight o’clock on the next Tuesday night, the Tavern’s front door opened. A cowboy, a cop, and a fireman walked in. Though they wore jeans with boots and heavy coats instead of their uniforms, and carried a long duffel bag over one shoulder their invisible, “I am Dom” signs were hanging prominently over their heads.
“You will be joining us tonight, baby girl,” Brody Markham said in a soft voice threaded liberally with power even as he gave her a wink and a grin.
Hannah’s pussy clenched painfully hard as she nodded. She watched the men cross the room, but focused in on Brody’s tight ass in those body-hugging jeans. She didn’t stop watching until he disappeared up the stairs and out of sight.
“Jesse, you’ve got the bar,” she said four minutes later. The new waiter slash bartender nodded with a smile. “Sure thing, boss.”
Firing Tanya had been easier than she thought it would be. And hiring Jesse, a young man just out of the military and needing a job and place to live had been just as easy. Though this was the first time she had left him alone, she was still in the building in case anything came up. She just hoped everything stayed quiet.
As the last seconds of five minutes wound down, the front door opened again. Three more men walked in with two women. Reaching into the cooler again, she pulled out a twelve pack of water and one of beer and set them on the counter. Then she stepped around the bar and joined them as they headed upstairs.
It was Tuesday night and the BDSM Poker Club was about to meet with its full roster of members present.
THE END
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Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, though she appreciates air conditioning, computers, and the other conveniences of modern-day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina, as well as the history and small-town community to be found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading, needle-weaving for charity, and playing with her mixed-breed companion, Honey, the Princess Fuzzybutt.
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