Trusting Her Two Doms [Knights in Black Leather 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “Good girl. Don’t move until we tell you to,” Max said near her ear. “We’re not finished with you yet.”

  “Up on all fours, babe.” Sawyer’s breath played along her neck in a heated caress.

  She hesitated, unsure what they were going to do. A hard slap on her thigh reminded her they were in charge, not her. She drew in a deep breath and slowly turned over, moving to hands and knees. This position left her ass vulnerable to them.

  “Now spread your knees apart, precious. Anytime we are in the bedroom or down in the club, you always keep your legs spread so we have access to your pretty pussy,” Max said from behind her.

  Taylor wanted to protest, but vowed to see this through. They had never hurt her. In fact, they wanted to protect her. She spread her knees apart a few inches, willing that to be enough. A slap to one ass cheek assured her it wasn’t. Slowly she widened her legs knowing all of her privet parts were there on display for their eyes.

  “Lovely, honey. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Place your face on the bed and stretch your arms up above you. Grip the mattress over your head and stay still for us.” Max’s orders in his deep voice sent a quiver of chills down her spine.

  Taylor complied, gripping the mattress and laying her cheek against the sheets. Almost immediately warm hands stroked over her back and down her ass. Their touch settled her, giving her the courage to continue.

  “Beautiful.” That one word from Sawyer echoed in her head.

  Something inside of her wanted to please them, wanted to hear that approval in their voice again. What was happening to her? The seduction of their voices seemed to urge her into compliance. Still, she could stop this at any time. She knew this deep in her heart. They wouldn’t force her. But Taylor wanted to go on and find out what would come next.

  She felt hands caressing her ass, kneading and stroking them before they spread her cheeks wide. Then something warm and tingly dropped on her exposed anus. Instantly she stiffened, starting to rise up.

  “Don’t move, Taylor. Just relax.” Sawyer pressed a large hand gently on her back, urging her to remain in position. “Let Max play with your ass. We need to prepare it to take us there. We want to make love to you together, babe.”

  “T–together? At the same time?” She swallowed around the tightness in her throat.

  “Shhh, Taylor. We’ll take care of you, precious.” Max’s deep voice slid into her bloodstream, calming her once again as Sawyer continued to stroke her back.

  She felt Max’s finger stroke lightly around her anus, as tingles spread there. Slowly he pressed at her back entrance until his finger slipped inside just a fraction. He pulled out and more of the warm gel dripped along the crack of her ass. He pulled it down to her rosette with his finger and pressed in once again. She realized that there was something in the gel that was leaving a slightly numb, slightly tingly sensation everywhere it touched her tender tissues. She began to relax as he pushed more of his finger inside of her.

  To her surprise, she began to enjoy the feeling of his finger moving in and out of her back hole. The naughty sensation shouldn’t feel good, should it? What was going on with her body? Even now she was moving with him, taking more of his finger until she felt his hand press against her ass cheeks.

  “Good, girl. You’re doing great, honey.” Max’s smooth voice gave her a sense of accomplishment, confusing her more.

  He pulled his finger out and a whimper left her throat before she could stop it. More lube dropped on her exposed hole. Then two fingers pressed at her entrance. The stretching sensation began to burn as he slowly pressed inward.

  “Push out, Taylor. Take my fingers inside of you,” Max said in a strained voice.

  Evidently seeing her take his fingers turned him on. She couldn’t help but like that he was affected by something so intimate. She focused and pressed back, pushing through the slight pain that accompanied the strange tingling that surly dulled the pain to tolerable proportions.

  Slowly he pumped his fingers in and out of her ass until she was straining to meet him, thrust for thrust. The sensations changed from light pain to pleasure until she needed more. She moaned as tender flesh reacted to the friction sending sparks straight to her clit. Her cunt tightened around emptiness, frustrating her with the need to have it filled.

  “Oh, God. What is happening to me?” She didn’t know what to think.

  “Man, she’s enjoying this. Her pussy is dripping wet back here. Give her some relief, Sawyer.” Max’s voice had gone deeper with a harder rasp.

  Sawyer’s fingers moved through her pussy, gathering her juices before settling over her clit. He stroked her, building the pressure burning inside of her until she whimpered with need. How could this feel so good? She was going to climax with nothing but fingers in her ass and on her clit. It amazed and scared her.

  She felt Max add another finger to her back hole but all she could feel was pleasure racing through her system, burning in her bloodstream as everything inside of her prepared for something too amazing for words.

  Then Sawyer pinched her clit with Max’s fingers deep inside her ass and she screamed.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Max couldn’t believe how well Taylor had taken to the anal play. Her scream reverberated in his balls as she called out their names, sobbing her release. Their woman was perfect for them. It was too much to hope for. As much as he’d resisted Sawyer’s dream of finding someone they could both agree on and love, they’d found her. He began to hope they could convince her to marry them for the first time. She was it for him.

  As he eased his fingers from her virgin hole, it gaped, still spasming, fluttering with contractions. Overwhelming need blossomed in him. She was ready and he needed to possess her so badly, make her theirs in every way.

  When he looked up at Sawyer, he saw the same need in the other man’s face as he rubbed Taylor’s back in the aftermath of her massive orgasm. Her breathing rasped in and out of her lungs as she slowly settled.

  “Get undressed,” Max said backing off the bed and shucking his own clothes.

  “Max?” His friend moved off the bed with a question in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. She’s ready.”

  As soon as they were both naked, Sawyer eased on the bed next to Taylor and laid down on his back.

  “Taylor, climb onto Sawyer, honey. We’re going to make love to you. You’re ready and I’ve got to have you.”

  She turned her head and looked back at him with unsure eyes. He didn’t want to see that uncertainty on her face and eased back. If she wasn’t there yet in her mind, it wouldn’t be good for her no matter how good they made her body feel. Then she gave him a tentative smile.

  “We don’t have to do this, Taylor, if you’re not ready,” he said.

  She shook her head and slowly climbed over Sawyer’s prone body. He reached up and helped steady her as she settled over him. Max wanted to shout with joy, but knew she might still balk. He prepared himself mentally for that possibility. He wouldn’t let her see the disappointment it would bring. She didn’t deserve to think she’d failed them in some way. She’d more than surpassed his expectations already. He shouldn’t be pushing her, but, God, he needed this—needed her.

  “Now take him inside you, precious. Let him fill your wet pussy. I bet he’ll slide right in despite his size. You’re so fucking wet.” Max watched as she rose to position herself over the other man’s dick.

  Slowly she sank on his partner’s stiff cock taking an inch of him at a time until she was flush with his groin. He could see how tight and hot she must feel to his friend by the strained expression on his face. He couldn’t wait to sink balls deep into her sweet ass. Even as Sawyer helped her rise and fall along his shaft, Max waited, wanting to give them both some time to assure her pleasure built enough to handle the slight pain he knew she would feel despite the numbing gel he used.

  When she moaned and dropped her head back on her shoulders, Max knew she was
ready. He gently pressed her down over Sawyer’s chest.

  “Relax, Taylor. Remember to press back. There’ll be some burning at first, but it will go away. Just tell me if you can’t take it, precious. I’ll stop anytime. Just tell me.” Max had rolled a condom over his rock hard dick and liberally coated it with the numbing gel.

  While he wanted her to experience the pleasure of anal sex, he didn’t want her to feel the pain that was often associated with it when the woman wasn’t accustomed to it. Soon enough she would only need regular lubricant to take them there. He positioned his cock at her back entrance and slowly pressed against her tender tissue, slowly making his way inside her. As the crown of his shaft pressed against the tight ring of resistance, she whimpered but didn’t tell him to stop.

  “Are you okay, honey? Do you need me to stop?” He asked.

  Max couldn’t smother the strain in his voice at how hot and tight she was around him. It was a sweet sort of hell as he fought to remain still for her answer.

  “Don’t,” she began. “Don’t stop.” Her voice shook.

  He looked at Sawyer’s face for an indication that he thought she was really okay. The other man had his arms wrapped around her rubbing on her back. He nodded at Max. Max’s muscles relaxed at that cue that everything was fine. Once again he pressed forward then slowly withdrew then finally pushed past the tight muscular ring to sink deeper inside of her.

  Immediately he had to fight to stay in control. It felt so fucking good, so right. Her hot ass tightened around him urging him to move, to pump deep inside of her until he came. Max resisted the need with a groan.

  “So damn good. You’re so tight and perfect, Taylor,” He said in a raspy voice.

  Still he didn’t move until she growled and pressed back, her frustration evident as she took more of him. He groaned and pulled back then thrust forward as Sawyer pulled out of her pussy. They seesawed in and out of her precious body in slow measured strokes until she whimpered and demanded more of them.

  “More! Fuck me. Oh, God, please stop teasing me.” The need in her voice was music to his ears.

  Max nodded at Sawyer and they picked up the pace, shoving harder and deeper, thrust after thrust until he felt the fluttering of her back channel indicating her eminent orgasm. Max was holding back with a prayer, determined she would come before him. He held one of her hips in a tight grip as he reached around and stroked her clit until she screamed and contracted around them both. The fist, tight grip of her ass around his cock strangled him as her orgasm rolled over all of them.

  “Yes!” she screamed out. Both of their names followed as she convulsed with her pleasure.

  Max gripped her hips with both hands now and tunneled in and out of her ass with desperate strokes, his balls burning as electrical bolts of lightning coursed down his spine to detonate in his balls. They drew up then spewed his seed up his shaft to fill the condom with one bunging spurt after another until the muscles in his ass burned from the effort to bury himself inside of her. His knees shook, threatening to give way on him. He rested his moist brow against her equally wet back to catch his breath, holding the worst of his weight off of her with his hands on either side of her on the mattress.

  When he looked up again, it was to see pure bliss on Sawyer’s face, his head thrown back, chin thrust heavenward. Then he relaxed against the bed and opened his eyes with a sated smile. Max slowly pulled out of Taylor’s tender ass and hurried as fast as his noodle-weak legs would carry him.

  After disposing of the condom, he wet a cloth with warm water and returned to clean their woman with soft gentle strokes before tossing the cloth toward the bathroom and collapsing on the bed next to a drowsy Taylor. Sawyer slipped away to dispose of his condom. When the other man returned they cuddled around their amazing woman.

  “That was so good, Taylor. You did wonderful. Are you all right?” Max asked, praying she was.

  “I–I can’t believe we did that,” she said in a soft whisper. “I mean, it felt good. I liked it, but why?” Her eyes held a question he would have to be careful answering.

  “It felt good because you enjoyed the intimacy of having us both there with you. It felt good because you’re someone who is receptive to being dominated. It felt good because you trusted us with something intimate and special. You are amazing, Taylor, simply amazing, and we want you with us, in our bed and our lives.”

  “But I’m not submissive like this, really. Why am I that way with the two of you?” she asked.

  “You’ve always taken care of others and helped others, haven’t you, Taylor?” Sawyer pointed out.

  “I guess.”

  “That’s one of the qualities of a submissive. It doesn’t mean you’re a doormat. It just means that you enjoy and thrive on being able to provide what others need. You provide what we need and we will always take care of you because of that, because we care about you,” his friend told her.

  “I can’t bow to your every order, guys. I just can’t. I’ll lose me, who I am if I do that. I don’t want to be so dependent on you that I can’t make a decision for myself.”

  “And we don’t want you that way. We’ve never wanted a slave and that is basically what you are describing. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s not what we need or want. We love that you’re independent and can think for yourself. That’s part of what makes you special and so damn attractive,” Max said. “At least think about it and give us a chance to show you what we mean.”

  “But you already boss me around outside of this,” she said in a determined voice.

  “Just because we want to keep you safe. We will always take over when your health or safety is in jeopardy. You’ll have to get used to that. Any man worth his salt would do the same regardless of who wears the pants in their relationship. We won’t do that outside of those parameters. Trust us, precious. Give us a chance to make our relationship work,” Sawyer said.

  She looked from him over to Sawyer as if searching for something in their faces. Then she slowly nodded with a tentative smile.

  Max felt his heart soar. He loved her and needed to tell her, but he waited. He wanted to be sure she would really give them a chance. Holding back that admission probably wasn’t the right choice, but he needed to for his sanity even though he knew it wasn’t wise.

  * * * *

  Taylor lay awake after both men fell asleep spooning her. Sawyer lay against her back, one arm wrapped around her waist and a leg over one of hers. She lay pressed against Max’s back, his hand holding hers at his chest. She couldn’t stop the rightness that flowed through her at the way it all felt. Max’s scent wafted to her, mixed with their sex from earlier, she couldn’t ignore how it made her blood rush with each inhalation.

  Sawyer’s breath heated the skin of her neck and shoulder, the crisp hairs of his thigh tickling her inner thigh. Every sensation that rippled over her skin seemed somehow magnified as she lay there thinking. Would their relationship grow and turn into love? She already felt it in her heart, but what about them? Could it last beyond the threat that surrounded her now? Once it passed and her stalker had been caught, would they still feel the same about her or were they high on being her heroes and keeping her safe?

  The more she went over it in her mind, the riskier she felt at the idea of committing herself one hundred percent to them. She was scared of getting her heart broken and being left alone again. She accepted that that’s what it had felt like when her brothers had gone off to college then decided to stay in Dallas instead of coming home again. It’s what she’d felt when her parents had decided to retire to Florida and moved away.

  What would she do if that happened after she allowed herself to depend on them being there? How could she risk her heart to these two men who expected so much of her? Fear coursed through her veins as the sudden realization that it was already too late made her heart skip a beat. She loved them. There was no getting away from it. It had happened despite her best intentions.

  Taylor worked
to calm her breathing and the rapid beat of her heart so she wouldn’t wake the men. They would be able to tell something was wrong and she didn’t want them to coax and charm the truth from her. She had to come to grips with it first, feel settled before she told them. Telling them now scared her too much. If they didn’t reciprocate the feeling, it would hurt far more than she was capable of dealing with right now. She needed time to shore up her defenses so that she could handle whatever happened in the future. Then she would tell them that she loved them.

  Slowly her heart rate slowed and her raspy breaths evened out. She relaxed between them and let their comforting bodies lull her into sleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  The next morning, the men babied her to the point of distraction. She felt as if they were determined to give her as much affection and attention as possible since they all knew the grand reopening of the club would suck the rest of the day and night away from her. Their presence would be expected as would their mastery of the lifestyle. It would be up to them and the three dungeon monitors who would all be present that night to keep everything under control since they expected most if not all of the members to be in attendance.

  Somehow they had coaxed her into attending, dressing the part in a very revealing outfit. They assured her it would be conservative compared to most of the other guests, but it didn’t ease her anxiety. The knowledge that Stacey would be there helped to ease her somewhat, but still she worried about doing or saying something wrong. She knew so little about the scene. Even though they had been coaching her over the week on keeping her eyes down when other Doms were close by and how to kneel and look to them for her direction, she still wasn’t sure she could pull it off.