by Paige Warren
Beau shook his head. “I’m taking a shower before there’s any cuddling going on. I smell like the barn.”
“So go shower and we’ll pick a movie. Then, if the three of us want to do anything after the movie goes off, we can head upstairs. Sound good to everyone?”
Beau and Elodie both nodded.
Beau pulled his shirt over his head and made his way for the stairs, leaving Elodie and Beck to select a movie. Beck ushered Elodie into the living room. When she went straight to the couch and sat down, he frowned.
“Aren’t you going to pick a movie?” he asked.
“I thought I’d let you surprise me.”
Great, no pressure. He’d only watched one movie with her, and it had been a porno, so he really had no idea what she liked. They’d watched TV as a family, but Beau had controlled the remote most of the time, which meant crime shows and sports. He supposed that was better than Cody having control and them having to watch the PBR all the time. His brother watched bull riding whenever it was on, even if he’d already seen that particular airing before. Beck, personally, liked the paranormal shows.
He perused the movies, most of which were action flicks, or horror movies. There were a few dramas thrown in, and Gemma had sent them some sappy movies before, telling them they needed to get in touch with their feminine sides, whatever that meant. He came across one of those movies and slid it off the shelf. If Gemma liked it, surely Elodie would, too. He and Beau could suffer through it for her. They’d do anything for her.
Beck loaded the disc into the machine then settled on the couch next to Elodie. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight against his body. As the menu popped up, he watched a smile curve her luscious lips.
“What, no porn?” she teased.
“No, no porn. I thought you might like an actual movie. Don’t get too used to it though. We don’t have too many like this one. If you want girly movies, we’ll have to shop on Amazon for some and have them delivered.”
“You’d let me add to your movie collection?” she asked.
“Our movie collection,” he stressed. “Everything of ours is yours, too, Elodie. I told you, this isn’t a temporary thing between us. We want you for the long haul. This is your home just as much as it is ours. If you want to redecorate, you just let us know and we’ll make sure you have the funds to do it. Hate the dishes? Replace them.”
She laughed. “I don’t hate your dishes. They’re plain, but there’s nothing wrong with that. And your furniture is comfortable.”
“Comfortable, but plain.”
“Like I said, there’s nothing wrong with plain.”
“You could hang pictures, if you wanted. Buy some of those little throw pillow things that women tend to like.”
“You really want me to make this place girly?” she asked.
“I want you to nest and make it your home, Elodie. That’s what all of us want. And if that means you add flowers, scented things, or whatever, then that’s what you need to do.”
“I’ll think about it.”
He supposed that’s all he could ask for, at the moment. He really did want her to make changes, put her stamp on the place, but it seemed she was reluctant to do so. Maybe a gift card to one of the boutiques on the main strip would give her a push.
Beck clicked play and settled in to watch the movie with his sweetheart. And she was. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman, and more. Kind, sweet, loving, generous. He had yet to discover a bad habit, except for her unwillingness to spend their money, and he supposed most men would find that to be a positive and not a negative. He just wanted to spoil her, but she wasn’t cooperating.
The movie had only been on for a few minutes when Beau joined them, claiming the seat on the other side of Elodie. She reached over and took Beau’s hand, but didn’t move away from Beck. He liked having her recline against him, liked feeling her soft curves pressed against him. In silence, the trio watched the movie, stopping it only long enough to get drinks and popcorn. Beck was glad that Elodie was having a good time, and hoped for many more moments like this one.
When the credits rolled at the end, Elodie stretched and rose to her feet. She glanced first at Beau, then Beck, a secretive smile curving her lips. Beck wasn’t sure what that smile meant, exactly, but he suspected they were about to find out. Something told him it was going to be good for them—very good.
“So, about that box…” she said. “Are you just going to tease me with it, or are you going to show me what’s inside? Because I gotta tell you, I may have bought my vibrator at the store over in San Antonio, but I was too embarrassed to shop around and check everything out. I read enough to be curious about what toys you might have bought.”
Beau arched a brow. “What do your reading habits have to do with sex toys?”
She flushed. “I read erotic romances.”
Beck couldn’t help but laugh. “I knew you weren’t sweet and innocent. There’s a naughty nymph hiding inside of you, just waiting to burst free.”
“You just now figured that out?” Beau snorted.
“I’ll tell you what,” Beck smiled, “you head upstairs and strip, and I’ll be right up with that box.”
Elodie’s face broke out in a broad smile and she hurried out of the room. A moment later, he heard her running up the stairs.
Chapter Twelve
Beau stopped in the bedroom doorway and stared at the lovely sight before him. Elodie had stripped, just as Beck had told her to, and now sat on her knees in the middle of the bed. He loved it when she obeyed without question, at least when it pertained to the bedroom. He’d never dream of ordering her around at any other time, but he got off on being in control when it came to her pleasure, knowing that it turned her on when he became demanding and barked orders in the bedroom. It made him hot just thinking about it.
He’d gotten into the whole Dom/sub scene for a while, and there had been good times, but something had been missing. Entering into that same arrangement with Elodie, though, would be heaven. Beck had shown him what was in the box and he was hard just thinking about it. His big brother had thought to cater to everyone’s needs and had bought a collar, leash, and restraints—all of which Beau intended to use, if not tonight then sometime soon. One day, he’d love to see Elodie, kneeling at his feet with that collar and leash on, waiting demurely for his instruction—instructions she would follow to the letter, not just because he wanted her to, but because she found pleasure in answering his demands.
Beck came up behind him, the box in hand, and then stepped into the room. His brother set the box on the dresser and gave Elodie an assessing look. He toyed with the flaps, and Beau wasn’t sure if he was teasing her on purpose or if he was just undecided about something. He watched as Elodie focused on that scrap of cardboard, her eyes watching Beck’s fingers flick the flaps. Her breath seemed to increase each time his brother played with the box and she squeezed her thighs together, whether to make herself feel good or to stave off a premature orgasm he wasn’t sure. Her nipples were hard little chips, begging for attention, and he wondered if he could make her come just by sucking on them.
Beau decided to get things moving along, since Beck didn’t seem to be in any big hurry.
“How much do you trust us, Elodie?” Beau asked.
“With my life,” she responded. “I can’t imagine there’s anything in that box that would scare me, Beau. I’ve read books where sex toys were used before. I have an idea about what’s in there.”
“Do you know what a Dom is?” he asked, thinking she really had no clue what the box contained. Beck had even surprised him on one or two of the items.
Her cheeks flushed nicely and she nodded. “I’ve read a few books where the hero was a Dom. Why do you ask?”
“It’s a lifestyle I used to enjoy. I got away from it for a while because I was dissatisfied, but…Well, things have changed. I don’t think you’re ready for that yet, not completely, but there is somethin
g I’d like to ask of you. For today. Tomorrow I may ask a little more of you.”
“Anything.”
He felt she really meant that. Her face was open and honest, and she’d been an open book with them. He had no doubt that she would do anything he asked, or at least try, and really he couldn’t ask for more than that. In all honesty, Elodie would make the perfect Sub. Just not right now. It took time to train someone, and when that person had never been part of the BDSM lifestyle before, it would take more time than usual. Of course, he had the thrill of knowing he would be her one and only Dom. Beck and Cody would be her lovers, but he would be her Master.
Beau reached into the box and withdrew the soft pink leather collar, the buttery texture sliding against his fingers. He left the leash inside for the time being, thinking they would slowly introduce her to things. No one said they had to use everything in the box this first time. There would be many more times to play in the future. Really, he should have left the collar for another time, but there was a part of him that couldn’t wait to see it wrapped around her delicate throat, couldn’t wait to see that brand of ownership. And if she balked, if it bothered her, he would remove it and they would try again some other time. This wasn’t just about him and his wants, it was about her and her needs. Whether she knew it or not, she needed this, needed to be commanded, needed a man to take control in the bedroom and show her what she’d been missing all her life.
Her eyes widened slightly as he approached, but she held still, hands on her thighs, still on her knees. Her hair was a disheveled mess hanging down her back and across her shoulders, the long ends stopping at the tips of her heavy breasts, teasing the peaks. Her tongue swept out across her lower lip, licking it, and he watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. A flush spread from her chest, up her neck, and settled in her cheeks; her eyes were bright and assessing as she eyed the collar. She hadn’t said no, which meant she was intrigued at the very least, possibly turned on beyond belief.
“Will you wear the collar for me, Elodie?” he asked.
“Just for now or for always?”
Shit. Had she really just asked that? The thought of her wearing one for him always had his dick harder than granite. No, if she were to wear a collar for him permanently, it wouldn’t be a leather one, one that was easy to remove with a buckle. He’d place a gold one around her neck, maybe decorated with jewels, and he’d lock it in place, only to be removed by him. Except, he’d never remove it because she would always belong to him. To them.
“Why don’t we start with now? I don’t want to rush you into something you might regret later. We can discuss long-term plans at a later date. You can wear the collar a few times, get used to it, and then decide if you want to wear it all the time. It’s nice and soft so it won’t hurt your skin.”
She reached up and swept her hair over one shoulder, bowing her head in submission. He nearly came in his pants as he fastened the collar around her lovely throat. He buckled it, making sure it wasn’t too tight, then stepped back. Elodie kept her head bowed and he wondered just how many of those books she’d read, and if any of them were actually factual. He might have to do some research, find out what his Elodie liked, what turned her on, made her hot. Did she get wet when she was reading those naughty books? Did her heart race when the slave’s Master used a flogger on her? Did she ever wonder what it would be like to be blindfolded, bound and begging for release, and unable to come until she was given consent?
Beck came to stand beside him, something clutched in his hand. A quick glance told Beau all he needed to know. His big brother was ready to drive Elodie crazy with need. She already looked ready to combust and he doubted it would take much to make her shatter. He reached out and threaded his fingers through her hair, giving it a gentle tug to lift her head. When her gaze clashed with his, he saw trust and desire.
“Are you ready, Elodie?” he asked.
She nodded, her gaze sliding to Beck’s hand and the toy it was obscuring from view.
“Lie back and close your eyes,” he told her. There was a blindfold in the box he could use, but he would save it for next time. He’d see how well she obeyed before pulling it out.
Elodie did as he asked, her eyes sliding shut after her head hit the pillow. Her arms were straight out at her sides, her legs together but relaxed. He watched her pulse jump and wondered what she was thinking, naughty thoughts for certain, but what was she expecting?
Beau nodded to Beck and his brother eased onto the foot of the bed, spreading Elodie’s legs a little. She didn’t fight him and he eased the straps up her legs then adjusted them. When he had the toy in position, he clicked the remote and turned it on. She gasped and jumped, her eyes flying open. Beau was starting to rethink the blindfold. It seemed Elodie wasn’t in the mood to obey at the moment, and only when she gave herself over to them completely would she be truly satisfied.
“What’s that?” she asked.
Beck grinned. “A Venus Butterfly. It should have you feeling pretty good here in a few minutes.”
“Put your hands over your head and close your eyes,” Beau said. “Don’t open them again.”
She slowly lifted them and placed them on the pillow above her head, her fingers curling around the spindles on the headboard. It lifted her breasts, as if presenting them to her men. Beau crawled across the bed and leaned over her, caging her torso between his arms. He felt her gaze on him and his eyes clashed with hers until she obeyed, closing them. He lowered his head and took the rosy tip of one breast in his mouth, sucking hard on the point until she cried out and her hips bucked. His hand splayed across her abdomen and he could feel the whirring of the butterfly attached to her clit, knew it was making her feel oh so good.
He felt fingers sift through his hair and he pulled back.
“Hands above your head, Elodie.” His voice brooked no argument.
She seemed reluctant, but did as he bade.
He heard Beck rummaging in the box again as he latched onto her nipple once more, drawing on it long and slow, teasing the hardened peak with his tongue. The pebble felt smooth against his tongue as he laved it, teasing it until she was moaning with pleasure. Almost immediately, he felt hands in his hair again, as Elodie held him to her. While he loved having her hands on him, she wasn’t following instructions very well. Maybe it was time to pull the handcuffs out of the box.
As if reading his mind, Beck dangled a set of silver cuffs, trimmed in pink rabbit fur. He hadn’t spared any expense when putting this little kit together, and Beau was grateful. Beau took the cuffs from Beck and reached for Elodie’s wrists.
“I’m not going to fasten you to the headboard, I’m just going to snap them on you to remind you to keep your arms where I tell you,” he said.
“But Beau—”
“What’s your safe word?” he asked, wanting her to feel at ease with them.
“Clover.”
Beau ran his hands up Elodie’s arms, encircled her right wrist with his fingers, then snapped the first cuff in place. He reached for her other hand, snapping that cuff in place as well. She gripped the headboard once more and he admired the sight before him. The only thing that would be better would be having her on her hands and knees in front of him, but that would come in time.
“This doesn’t feel right,” Beck said. “Cody should be here the first time we use these things. Maybe we should have waited on him.”
“He knew what we would be up to today and he was fine with it. Cody understands there will be times when we aren’t all with her at the same time.”
“Someone, please…” Elodie moaned, wiggling her hips. “It’s too much.”
Beck grinned and turned up the vibration on the butterfly. “Oh no, sweetheart, it isn’t nearly enough. You’re going to come over and over again.”
Elodie’s knuckles turned white where she gripped the headboard, twisting her hands around the spindles as she tossed her head from side to side. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, her teeth dented
her bottom lip. They’d only just begun, but sweat already left her skin flushed and dewy. Beau watched as her nipples hardened even more, the distended points begging for attention. He wanted to make her come, hear her scream.
Silent communication passed between him and his brother. Beck reached into the box and handed Beau a small pot and brush. The edible chocolate body paint was just what the situation called for. He unscrewed the cap and dipped the brush inside, swirling it so that there wouldn’t be any stray drops falling to the bed. He trailed the brush gently over Elodie’s nipples, painting first one and then the other, covering the peaks with the decadent treat.
With a nod to his brother, they both moved closer to Elodie, caging her between them, surrounding her with their heat. Neither had taken off their jeans yet, or in Beck’s case his T-shirt either, and their denim-clad legs brushed against her hips and ribs. She moaned again, squirming between them. As Beau latched onto her nipple, drawing on the tight bud, he slid his right hand down her thigh, dipped between her legs and plunged two fingers inside of her moist heat. She felt like silk. Soft, wet silk. He finger fucked her with long, leisurely strokes.
Her body tightened under him, tensing as her pleasure mounted. Her pussy clutched at his fingers, sucking them in deeper. The cuffs jingled as she jerked at the headboard, in an obvious battle over whether or not to defy him and reach for them. He felt the muscles in her thigh twitch, heard the keening moan building in her throat, and he stroked her faster and harder. Curling his fingers slightly, he hit her G-spot, making her scream and buck as they brought her to orgasm. Beck pulled away first, wiping at the chocolate on his chin.
“Jesus, that’s beautiful,” his brother said.
She lay twitching between them, tears streaking her cheeks from the intensity of her orgasm. Beau removed his fingers and pulled away from her. He loved the way her body flushed when she came. It made her even more beautiful in his eyes. Her eyes slowly opened, her gaze unfocused.
