by Anya Summers
This was how it was meant to be. The three of them connected, always. Her love for them a part of her every action and deed.
"Suck Chase's cock, Kara," Zeke ordered on a groan, and the imagery presented by his suggestion made her sex thump and throb.
Kara released her hold on both her men as she bent down and repositioned her body. It took a little maneuvering on her part, but she crawled and slid around between Zeke's outstretched legs, which gave her full access to Chase's penis. On her hands and knees, Chase's long length jerked when her mouth closed around the head of his member and she sucked his burly cock into her mouth.
Chase trumpeted his pleasure from around Zeke's length filling his mouth. The garbled roar made her smile around his cock. Kara knew just how it felt to have a big juicy cock in your mouth while being pleasured yourself. She didn't think she could ever go back to vanilla style sex. Chase and Zeke had ruined her for mere mortal, only-skilled-at-missionary men.
Chase's smooth length filled her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks and drew him in deeper. Kara was so turned on; she bobbed her head up and down over Chase's member in a frantic pace, delirious with desire. Her pussy throbbed at the sound of Chase's lips smacking over Zeke right above her head. His shaft jerked and she heard Zeke's boasting groan. Hot seed spilled into her mouth as Chase thrust his member, his moans garbled by Zeke's cock in his mouth.
When Chase's orgasm had subsided, Kara moved out from between both men's legs and knelt, panting. Her nipples were hard peaks as she worked to compose her own desire. It wasn't working. She restrained herself, just barely, from reaching between her legs and taking care of her release. A few strokes against her clit would send her over the edge anyway.
Zeke put a hand on each of their shoulders, then said to Chase, "Our sub deserves a reward, don't you think?"
And, like a key slipping into a lock, another link slid into place, solidifying the threesome. Kara blinked the surge of tears in her eyes away. This was not the time to cry.
"I agree. Come, pet." Chase held out his hand toward her, and helped her stand. Her men laid her on the table with her ass hanging over the lip. It was cool against her back, making her shiver.
She was just about to protest the cold surface when they spread her legs almost painfully wide to accommodate both of them, knelt before her, and then both tongues stroked her pussy at the same time. Kara bowed her back at the intense sensation of both tongues running along her labia, stroking over her clitoris, thrusting inside her channel. Over and over, they caressed her with their tongues, driving her need higher; her body tightened inward. Coiling further as they each inserted two fingers inside her pussy, stretching her channel and finger fucking her together. She was so full. She thrashed her head back and forth as desire lapped at her body, ratcheting higher so that her body felt plugged into a bolt of lightning. Zeke and Chase thrust their hands, relentlessly, plunging their fingers into her depths as their tongues flicked repeatedly over her sensitive clit. Kara could feel their tongues tangling together and stroking each other as they pleasured her. It was all too intense.
She screamed as the release shattered her system like glass breaking into a million pieces. Her channel clutched at their fingers, tremors racked her frame, and her hips bucked until the last lapping of her release subsided.
She lay on the table in a haze as Zeke and Chase stood. Chase retrieved a tube of lube from his bag under the table, handing it to Zeke with an unspoken question clouding his visage.
"Yes, Chase. I'm going to fuck you while you are fucking our sub. You are both mine." Zeke accepted the lube bottle and kissed Chase brutally on the mouth, holding him while he ravaged Chase's mouth. Kara's belly quivered. They were sharing her taste as they kissed. She moaned, squirming. Zeke released Chase's mouth, both men's chests heaving as their ardor grew.
Chase trembled as he turned, presenting his backside to Zeke. Then Chase moved forward until he had wedged himself between her splayed thighs. Chase's cock nestled between her slick folds and she panted, her desire returning in acute waves.
"Hey, gorgeous." He smiled and the joy in her heart expanded further. She gasped as he thrust himself to the hilt inside her and bent over, taking her lips in a soul stirring kiss that made her try to undulate her hips. Chase held her fast, pulling back slightly, and that was when Kara realized he was panting, too.
Then it was Chase's turn to moan as Zeke withdrew the plug from his anus before slathering his firm cock in lube. From this angle, Kara watched Zeke's hand disappear between the crease in Chase's rear and, at the guttural sound Chase emitted, could only imagine that Zeke was adding lube to Chase's anus. The heady thought, combined with a slight thrust from Chase, had Kara wiggling her hips.
Chase hissed at her movement and then Zeke barked out an order. "Do not move, Kara, until I am inside Chase, or I will tan your hide."
This was happening. The three of them, fucking each other at once. Kara gasped, her body riding a tumultuous edge of desire.
"Yes, Master." Kara panted as her legs were spread further apart to accommodate both men.
Chase's face hovered an inch or so above hers. She watched ecstasy cross Chase's face as Zeke pushed his cock inside him. Chase's cock lengthened and jerked as Zeke seated his dick fully inside Chase's ass. Zeke grunted, Chase issued a guttural moan, and then Zeke withdrew, thrusting his hips. Chase followed, ramming his beautiful cock inside her channel with shuddering thrusts. Kara knew this would be an abbreviated performance between them. How could it not be as she walked the tightrope edge of delicious oblivion, her own sparkling release nearing with the speed of a sonic boom. Zeke and Chase thrust together as one being, plunging in and out together. Kara's desire spiraled higher as Chase increased the tempo; he was almost mindless as he fucked them both. In, out, his cock hammered her pussy in brutal strokes that made her feel like he would split her in two and she undulated her hips, meeting him thrust for brutal thrust.
The slap of flesh filled the room, the sound of Zeke, as he pounded his length inside Chase with a force that bordered on violence, reached her ears. She loved it, getting to watch the hunger and desire swamping their expressions as they gave in to their desire not only for her but for each other. She reveled in it. She wasn't going to last long watching the men she loved finally love each other. Flesh smacked against flesh. Their bodies grew sweat-slicked as she writhed underneath her men. She kept trying to hold off her orgasm because she knew the moment her climax began it would set off a chain reaction—the guys would follow, and Kara wanted to draw out their lovemaking for as long as possible.
The tsunami hit her system at a hundred miles an hour, the walls of her pussy quaked around Chase's member. He was mumbling and groaning he was so lost in his own pleasure. Zeke and Chase came in unison, roaring and trumpeting their releases, and it was a thing of beauty as they stiffened. Kara felt Chase's cock jerk inside her, setting off another round of tremors inside her body.
Chase and Zeke thrust until the waves of their dual orgasms subsided. Chase collapsed over her, his face resting in the crook of her neck; he held her close as his caught his breath. She wrapped her arms around him weakly, looking over his shoulder toward Zeke. The storm clouds that had been present in his electric blue eyes when he had entered the conference room had all but disappeared, making Kara's heart light with hope and love. Then Zeke leaned forward over the top of Chase, still embedded in his ass, embracing both of them within his strong arms.
"Give me a minute. I need the feeling to return to my legs before I move." Zeke kissed her, a gentle homecoming of lips and tongue. Then he placed a kiss on Chase's shoulder, and slowly began detangling his limbs and withdrawing. Chase followed suit and a part of her mourned the loss. Chase helped her to her feet and her legs wobbled.
Zeke pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. Tears pricked her eyes. Then he released her lips, pulled Chase into their embrace, and kissed him fully on the mouth. He broke the kiss and said, "I love you both. No more lea
ving, for any of us."
"What about Los Angeles? I thought you were going to find a new home?" Chase asked, not fully trusting the turn of fate.
Zeke's gaze rested on Chase, the bond between them re-forging before her eyes, and he replied, "I am home."
Chase's smile was like the sun re-emerging after a hurricane.
"I for one will never be able to look at the conference room the same way again," Kara said, trying to lighten the mood, sliding an arm around each of them. She loved being flanked by her men—and they were hers. Her two Doms had changed her life in so many ways.
"Are you kidding, this is my favorite room now. I think we are going to have to have an armoire added in here with all manner of toys," Zeke murmured with a wicked smirk.
"Can we adjourn our meeting and go home?" Chase asked.
"Yes," Zeke said as they helped each other get dressed.
"It's about time," Kara whispered, her heart on fire for her two Doms. Now and forever, her home was with them.
Chapter 12
Christmas morning…
Kara stretched and yawned at the light streaming in through the curtains. The window pane was frosted with the cold temperatures that had barreled into New York just in time for the holidays. It gave her a start when she didn't feel Chase and Zeke in bed with her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd woken up without one or both of them flanking her sides, or waking up as an orgasm blindsided her system.
Kara had moved in with Chase and Zeke right before Thanksgiving. It had seemed silly to continue paying for her walk-up in Brooklyn when she had rarely even been there, choosing to sleep over with her guys more often than not. With three of them all living together, there had been some disagreements and fireworks to contend with. Zeke was always going to be a powder keg, but it was part of what she loved about him; his passion and zest for life. And if he got a little mule-headed from time to time, it was up to Kara to knock some sense into him. Or hand him over to Chase to deal with. Being a trio did have its perks.
She never slept alone anymore, and this was the first morning since moving in that she wasn't waking up to Chase or Zeke entering her or spooning with her. Although, most times, it was the former and not the latter. Kara burned through calories like she was attending daily two-hour spin classes. Between the two of them, they kept her busy from morning to night, both in and out of the bedroom. This was why it was so unusual for her to wake up all alone, making her think about just how much her life had changed since they had taken the McDougal wedding. It was funny how short a time it had taken for the two of them to become her whole world.
Bridal Dreams was taking off faster than she could have dreamed. Declan and Zoey had done an interview in one of those fashion magazines, naming their company as their wedding planners. Since that article was published at the beginning of December, their phone had been ringing off the hook. So much so that they had hired Gretchen an assistant just to help her field all the calls. If business kept up this way, they'd have to hire additional designers and chefs just to keep up with the demand.
Especially since Kara had put up a fuss over the bathroom situation. It still gave her nightmares attempting to share the single bathroom with them. It wasn't horrible, but they tended to get distracted by her nudity fairly easily, which meant they were always running late to everything. Kara needed her own bathroom if they were going to meet all their client deadlines and do anything other than have sex. Not that she was complaining about the sex, or the fact that she had two men who were complete horn dogs and wanted it all the time. She was actually grateful that Zeke was totally into using Chase as a sub now, too. It gave her a much-needed break sometimes just to get little things like grocery shopping done.
As a Christmas gift, Chase had given her the roughed in plans for redesigning the brownstone apartment. He'd bought the apartment next to Zeke's, and plans were underway to combine the two spaces into one giant apartment. Chase agreed that they all needed to have their own space from time to time. Zeke, on the other hand, had given her a spanking bench and matching flogger for the at home dungeon which was currently housed in one of the extra bedrooms. The man knew her too well already. Most women got excited over jewelry, whereas she was thrilled about the padded bench. Zeke had caught her looking at one online at the office. Considering he had taken that opportunity to bend her over her desk for a quickie, the fact that he remembered and had given it to her warmed her heart.
Life was good. She was happy, which was something she'd never thought she'd ever be, but she knew that she was living a wonderful fantasy and couldn't be much happier. She was still a bit sore from their late night session the previous evening. Kara shifted and glanced around the room. On the pillow next to her was a handwritten note.
We are in the dungeon. You looked so peaceful. After last night's strenuous session, we didn't have the heart to wake you. Come join us when you wake.
Love, Z
Kara smiled, tossing off the covers and climbing from the huge California king-sized lake of a bed. She had a little surprise of her own for them before they left for Scotland that evening. Kara dressed in her special La Perla Christmas babydoll negligée she'd ordered. The red lace cups fitted over her breasts like a glove, while the sheer red silk played peek-a-boo with her curves, ending just below her hips. She slid on the matching panties that fit her like a second skin and traipsed into the bathroom. Kara ran a brush through her hair, detangling the mass from its bird's nest appearance. Then she brushed her teeth, freshening herself up, adding some very light makeup for a fuller effect, and then made the trip down the hallway to the dungeon.
Groans and the slapping of flesh reached her ears the closer she came to the back room. She opened the door and stared, transfixed. Zeke's hips were thrusting in fast succession as he buried himself in Chase's ass. The sight of the two of them loving each other, that Zeke had surrendered to Chase's magnetic pull and was reveling in having two subs to order around, did something to her heart. They were happy and complete, which was a nice change. And she'd wager that, one of these days, Zeke would give in and have Chase top him. That would be an event she'd want to film. Even though Chase submitted to Zeke, Chase still played the Dom with her, and she was more than okay with that. Kara had no desire to be anything other than their submissive.
She shut the door behind her and leaned back against it. The scent of sex permeated her senses. They were both aware of her presence but they didn't stop. Chase was bound in one of the stockades; his ass glowed a bright, cherry Christmas red, and his body was bent at a perfect ninety-degree angle, the correct height for Zeke to fuck him.
Just the sight of the two of them loving each other set her blood to boiling. She waited and watched them, content to let them finish. Her nipples stabbed and abraded against the silken lace covering her breasts and the two hundred dollar panties were sopping wet with her desire.
Zeke roared as he came. Chase's cock jerked, jets of come spurting onto his chest and dripping onto the ground beneath them as he came.
"Well now, if that's not a sight to wake up to Christmas morning, I don't know what is," Kara said, saucily posing.
Zeke shot her a wicked look as he withdrew from Chase's ass. "Christ."
"Holy crap, Kara. You look good enough to eat. Let me out of this thing and I will." Chase laughed, the happiness in his voice making her heart glow.
Zeke chuckled as he undid Chase's restraints, and then he crooked a finger at her. Kara's breath caught in her throat at their nude magnificence. Chase stood, grabbing a wash cloth from the cabinet and cleaning himself off.
"Nope, not unless you promise me you will leave us time to pack. We have eight hours until we have to be at JFK," Kara teased. Now was the time to tell them she had a gift for them, too.
"We promise." Chase winked at her.
Kara approached them with a raised brow. They'd better hope they were on that flight or there would be hell to pay. You didn't mess with a bride the week before her wed
ding, and Zoey Mills would hunt them down if they weren't there. Even the nicest of brides tended to go a bit insane. Kara stalled her forward progression, just a smidgeon out of arm's reach for both of them. They could still grab her but they would have to lean forward. She wanted to have enough space as she delivered her news.
"Well then, we don't have a moment to lose, do we? Ready, Chase?" Zeke tossed a glance at Chase, who nodded. Then, in a move that brought tears to her eyes, naked as can be, Zeke and Chase both got down on one knee.
"Kara, I love you. We love you," Zeke said with his heart shining in his blue eyes.
Chase held up a diamond solitaire—where he'd pulled it from she had no idea, since they had no pockets. The gem glittered in the dungeon light. "Marry us, Kara."
"What? How?" Tears swam in her eyes, blurring her vision. Her heart stuttered and glowed.
"One of us will formally marry you in the eyes of the law, and the other will have a civil contract. But we would both be your husbands, and each other's as well," Zeke explained with a smile that lit up her soul.
"I love you both so much. Yes. Yes, I will marry you. Each of you, however it needs to happen," she blubbered, crying and shaking. Chase leaned forward and slid the ring on her third finger and then they were both up on their feet, surrounding her, holding her.
Chase kissed her, and then Zeke kissed her.
Zeke pulled back first. "See, I told you she would. I'll go grab the champagne."
Chase stroked her hair, his onyx eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
