Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3]

by Sara Kingston

  “I thought so.”

  As they hurried out of the church and toward Kyle’s car, he knew he needed to say something to Kyle. He needed to ask for his forgiveness. “Thank you, Kyle. I can never repay you, even if I tried for the rest of my life.”

  “Is this one of those chick moments when you hug me or something?”

  Caleb couldn’t hold back his laugh. This was what he’d missed so much, and now he was going to be the lucky bastard to live the rest of his life with it.

  “You’re such a dick.” He chuckled.

  “Damn straight, how else would I have been able to fuck our wife so well since you’ve been gone?”

  “You bastard.”

  “Tell me about it. Damn, but her pussy has been so tight lately. Not to mention the new nipple rings. I even got her clit hood pierced and ringed to match the new nipple rings. The rings are much better to put weights on them and keep her constantly on edge and constantly thinking of it.”

  He knew Kyle was trying to punish him with jealousy for what he’d done to them all for the past three months.

  “Fuck off.”

  “Snappy, snappy.”

  They rushed back into the church in search of a bathroom to change. It struck him then that they may have resolved their issues, but what about Petra? Could she possibly forgive him? Would she even want him to be there and would she be willing to marry him as well? So much time had passed and so much pain had been created by him. A sudden surge of dread passed through his entire body. Here he was thinking it was all about him. Here he was wondering whether he could accept sharing. Wondering whether he could live with a ménage family for the rest of his life, instead of even questioning whether that option was acceptable to Petra. Did she still love him and could she forgive him? How egotistical he had been to think just because he decided he couldn’t live without her that she still felt the same way about him.

  “I need to speak to Petra. I need to ask her if she’ll have me.”

  “I agree. But first we need to get you dressed just in case.”

  Kyle hadn’t flinched, and the smile was still on his face. It was as though he knew the answer before the question had even been asked. “You think she’s going to automatically forgive me, don’t you?”

  “There’s no guarantee. However, I’m a believer that love prevails, and if not, I’m also a believer that persuasion and sexual torment can make Petra agree to anything when we know that’s what she wants.”

  “Remind me never to be on the wrong side of you, Kyle,” he said as they headed toward the bathroom where within five minutes Caleb was dressed in a tuxedo identical to Kyle’s and ready.

  “Don’t you think the families are going to question the fact that our suits are identical?”

  “Our friends will understand, and I don’t believe her family will notice. Though, ultimately they’ll find out, and so why not begin as we mean to go on?”

  Kyle led him down the hall to a closed door.

  “She’s in there waiting.”

  Caleb took a deep breath. These were the last seconds of the ball game. He would either win or lose based on what she said. He took another deep breath and opened the door.

  Petra turned at the sound of the door, expecting to see her father. She never expected to see Caleb standing there in a tuxedo, looking charming, suave, and most of all sexy as hell. James Bond was nothing compared to the man standing before her. Her body pulsed, and her blood began to warm from her desire for him. Damn my traitorous body. She wanted to melt, and she wanted to throw herself in his arms as a tiny spark of hope lit inside her heart. Then logic prevailed. This was the man who left her. She understood why, but that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t love her enough to stay and give it a try. It also didn’t stop her feelings of rejection, disappointment, heartbreak.

  “What are you doing here, Caleb?”

  “My God, Petra, you look so beautiful.”

  As much as she knew she shouldn’t, she felt joy at his compliment. What girl didn’t want to feel she was beautiful on her wedding day? And the compliment from Caleb meant the world to her. He hadn’t often given compliments during their time together, but when he did she knew it was heartfelt.

  “Caleb, why have you come?”

  “I’ve come for you,” he replied. How could he possibly say that?

  “What do you mean, you’ve come for me? Have you come to stop the wedding?”

  “No, I’ve come to be in the wedding.”

  “So you’re going to be Kyle’s best man after all? Or are you just one of the guests?”

  “No, Petra, I’ve come to be one of the grooms if you’ll have me.”

  He couldn’t possibly be serious? It had to be some kind of cruel joke.

  “Caleb, I don’t find that funny. Please leave so I can get married.”

  “Are you telling me you’re unwilling to marry Kyle and me as your two husbands?”

  “Are you asking me to marry you as well?”

  “Yes.”

  Such a simple word, but it held so much power. “Does Kyle know you’re here?”

  “Who do you think gave me the suit and helped me to dress in record time?”

  “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe any of this. It can’t be real.” She could feel her breathing begin to quicken and a tingling in her fingers, which was travelling up her arms.

  “Kyle, I think we need you in here,” he called and the door opened and Kyle walked in.

  “I know, darling, it may be bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. But I think maybe it’s even worse luck if the wedding doesn’t happen at all,” Kyle stated as he entered the room, scanning her face.

  “My God, darling, you look so beautiful! My own little princess.”

  “Do you understand why Caleb’s here?”

  She looked into his eyes trying to see how he really felt about this, wondering what he was thinking and whether he was really accepting of Caleb also being her husband.

  “My darling, we both know you love him, and we both know you haven’t felt whole without him.” He took her hands in his. “I know you love me with all your heart, and I also know you would happily marry me without him.”

  “Kyle, I’d be happy with just the two of us, you know that,” she pleaded.

  “I know that, but it doesn’t have to be. I know having a triad or a permanent ménage or whatever you call it is going to be hard on us all and we’re all going to have to work damn hard to make it work. But I also know it’s meant to be.”

  “Why, Caleb? Why now? Why have you suddenly decided to accept the three of us being together?”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “Because sometimes it takes a kick in the head to see what’s right in front of your face,” Caleb said on a frustrated breath. “Look, Petra, I don’t know how to explain it. I just…I loved you and I couldn’t see how it would work. I was jealous. I was angry and frustrated. I just couldn’t deal with it. I went to my sister’s, and you know Sara, she poked and prodded and made me realize some things about myself,” he explained.

  “So you’ve come to please your sister then?” The little spark of hope that had been ignited by his arrival began to sputter and die. He wasn’t here for her, he was here to satisfy others.

  “No, of course not. Look, I’m not good at explaining things. I’m messing this all up.”

  As much she wanted to iron out the crinkles that had formed between his eyes from his frustration, she also needed him to tell her.

  “I can’t let you go. I won’t let you go. You’re mine.” He growled in the deep Dom voice that never failed to excite her.

  “So you think you can just walk in here and I’ll marry you and we’ll all live happily ever after?”

  “Yes, Petra, you know you belong to us both.”

  If only that were true. All those times she’d been frustrated when reading a romantic story where the heroine just accepted the hero back after he’d left her or done something
disastrous. She’d ranted about how stupid the heroine was, and she used to wonder if anybody would really do that in real life. How could they? Didn’t they have any respect for themselves? And now here she was, standing in those very shoes and having to make the very same decision. Should she do what she’d thought the heroine should have done so many times before? Should she say no? Should she hit him or laugh in his face and tell him to go to hell? But where would that leave her? She’d be without him for the rest of her life. For the first time she understood why you should forgive sometimes. It wasn’t a case of being weak and pathetic. It was a case of being brave enough to let go of your ego for a moment for the sake of your future. But she wasn’t selfless enough to give in to him without him paying for it somehow.

  “What are you willing to give? What are you willing to suffer to make amends?”

  She could see the surprise on his face. He hadn’t expected her to want retribution and that in itself made her feel braver. She thought back to the time nearly two years ago when Grace had walked into the club with Michael and Jason, both her Doms, as her submissives. It was their punishment for pushing her away. Of course it hadn’t lasted very long, but it was the talk of the club for the next month. Could she do that? Her inner bitch screamed, Yes.

  “Be my submissive for a weekend,” she demanded.

  “Petra, honey, I can’t do that,” he replied quietly, a forlorn look in his eyes.

  She felt the smack of disappointment that he wasn’t willing to do something she asked as retribution. He was asking her to forgive him for deserting her for the past three months, and he couldn’t apologize to her by doing something she asked for just one weekend. “What do you mean you can’t?” If he wanted to tie me to a rack and whip me in order for him to feel I’d done enough to be forgiven then I’d do it in a heartbeat. Submission doesn’t come naturally. It’s not a part of who I am. It’s something I gift to someone. The bitch inside her wanted to make him do it, make him suffer. But she knew she couldn’t do it. She also had to admit that it may actually change how she saw him. In her eyes he was a Dom, and she his sub. If he knelt at her feet she didn’t think she would see him the same way.

  “Okay. I reserve the right at any point in the future to tie you to the rack and whip you. In return I will forgive you. Do you agree?”

  Caleb rubbed his hands over his chin, looking as though he was deep in thought. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten off so easily. All he had to do was allow himself to be whipped at some point in the future, which he was betting she’d forget about. If not it wouldn’t be the first time in his life he’d felt the lick of the whip. She was willing to forgive him and put it all behind her. He looked down at her and she looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. Her corset top pushed her breasts up as if in offering. Her waist looked so tiny he felt like he could span his hands right around it and have his fingers overlap. And the flared skirt looked large enough for someone to hide underneath. A thought popped into his head about pleasuring her sometime tonight with nobody the wiser. Never had he thought that a bride could look so sexy, but Petra pulled it off. All he wanted to do was ravage her out of that beautiful gown. He wanted to throw her down on the floor right this minute. They were all standing staring at each other, waiting for him to answer, and he couldn’t make them wait any longer.

  “If you promise to be my wife, my best friend, and my lover for the rest of our lives, I will gladly agree to your demand,” he said with the hint of a crack in his voice.

  “If you agree to never walk away when you have doubts or issues ever again. If you agree to stand beside us and work with us to make our marriage work and we as a unit will find solutions together,” Petra said while struggling to hold back tears.

  “Agreed.”

  “Fantastic. We’ve just created the ultimate chick-flick moment. Now let’s leave the words of devotion for the ceremony and get this show on the road, because I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to start the honeymoon,” Kyle said, already opening the door as they all laughed.

  “Okay, boys, hurry up and get out of here and get ready to pretend like you’re seeing me for the first time.” She chuckled as she pushed them out the door.

  They walked into nave of the church and saw all the seated guests.

  “You had to do the whole church thing, didn’t you?” Caleb said.

  “Hey, you can’t just blame me. Petra had a hand in it, too.” He laughed as they walked together down the aisle and took their places. To anyone in the audience, Caleb would have looked like the best man.

  Petra was thankful that it was finally over, and as much she loved the wedding, her feet were killing her. Her face hurt from smiling, and she couldn’t wait to get her men into bed with her. She wondered whether they would also have a collaring ceremony at the club soon and wondered how she could ask them for their collar without having to actually say the words. As a submissive it was not her place to ask for a collar. However, sometimes even the best of Doms needed a little push to get them to the altar. Kyle opened the door of the limousine and helped her inside, and she turned to see where Caleb was. He had to be coming with them, but she couldn’t see him anywhere. “Where’s Caleb?”

  “Don’t worry, my love, he’ll be coming.”

  They waved their good-byes to the assembled guests, and as they started to drive away, Petra looked at Kyle in a panic. Maybe Caleb wasn’t coming with them to the hotel after all. She shouldn’t be disappointed, but she was. The limousine slowed down and then stopped just as they got to the end of the driveway, and the door opened and Caleb jumped in. A wave of happiness filled her heart at the sight of his happy, smiling face, and she leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss. She felt complete, her two men with her, heading off to celebrate their wedding night.

  “You’re here,” she said, stating the obvious, and thought, God, what a stupid thing to say.

  “You think I’d miss this? Not likely, my little sub.”

  As if they’d practiced the move many times before, her two men, working like a choreographed team, took an arm each and circled her wrists, pushing her arms back against the seat, restraining her with the pressure of their bodies. Her blood pulsed, her face began to flush, and she could feel the beating of her heart in an ever-increasing rhythm. With their other hands they cupped a breast each. Lifting them out of her corset, they began a slow rolling of her tightly budded nipples.

  “Now we have our sub wife exactly where we want her,” Caleb said while moving his hand down over her gown to gather up the massive skirt. When she felt his hands touch her bare skin, a moan slipped from her lips only to be captured by Kyle’s lips as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Her body vibrated with need, and she could feel her dripping pussy flush with heat as if it sensed the satisfaction to come. Caleb’s hand caressed her inner thigh, and she saw him smile with a wolflike expression.

  “Well, well, well. What have we here, little sub. Our wife isn’t wearing any panties, Kyle. I wish I’d known that before now. I had a vision of kneeling under her dress at the reception and licking her until she came. If I’d known there was no barrier to my prize, I might have tried it.”

  Petra began to pant, she wanted him to thrust his fingers inside her. She needed satisfaction and right now!

  “Hmm, our little sub is panting and desperate, just the way we like her.”

  Caleb’s fingers brushed against her swollen pussy lips, demanding admission. She could feel the wetness seeping from her body, the flow answering his call. She needed to have something fill her, and at this moment anything would do. Her need was overwhelming her. “Please,” she whined.

  “Please what, my little sub?”

  She really had to try one of these days to see if she could come from his voice alone. “Please, I need…” she begged.

  Caleb suddenly let go of her wrist and the shock of her release didn’t last long as Kyle took her free hand, pulling her up off the seat toward him. His movement was so quick tha
t without realizing it, she was now lying face down over Kyle’s lap. She felt Caleb gathering her skirt and flipping it over her head, baring her ass. Before she could decide what she thought of her situation, a sudden sting to her ass and a loud smacking vibrated through the air. She moaned, and Caleb followed with another three quick smacks on alternate cheeks. The heat on her skin and the pinch of pain just made her body burn more. “Please, Master, make me come, please?” She moaned.

  “So now you’re our wife, you’ve suddenly decided to make demands, have you?” he asked as he rubbed her burning cheeks.

  “No, Master, I’m begging you.” Caleb then grabbed her waist and pulled her over onto his lap, and as her breasts dragged against Kyle’s waist she felt his hard cock trapped in his pants. She moved her hand forward and rolled it in her palm, cupping it and desperately grappling at his zipper with her other hand. Finally she freed his shaft, and its silken length burned and throbbed in her hand.

  “Suck my cock, my wife,” Kyle said with a growl and a gentle stroke of her hair.

  At this moment there was nothing more she wanted to do in this world, so she took his hot cock deep into her mouth, not bothering to tongue or tease it. She just wanted to hold it deep within her. The salty bitter taste was like ambrosia to her, and she moaned as she suckled. Caleb recommenced her spanking, and over and over the sounds of flesh hitting flesh combined with the sounds of wet suckling echoed throughout the car. Petra thrust her ass up toward Caleb, arching into each smack. She felt like pleading for him to fuck her with the steel pole she could feel under her stomach as she lay draped over his lap. The thought of his hard cock pounding into her made her moan and twist first up into the smacks and then down against his hard cock as lust consumed her.

  The spanking stopped and Caleb’s hands took hold of each of her butt cheeks, crushing them, making her feel the heat in her skin from the spanking so much more. She felt his hand at his pants and then a sudden sharp, hard thrust as he pushed up from below her. He was punishing, he was demanding, he was Caleb. He began thrusting into her as hard as he could in the limited space. He stiffened his body with each upward stroke and ground her down onto his lap with his hand with a force that would no doubt leave her swollen and bruised tomorrow. The pleasure-pain only drove her higher and the thrumming in her blood increased to a tempo she’d never before felt.