by Livia Grant
“Fuck, I love you both so much,” Chase growled, pounding into Emma’s burning pussy from beneath, while Jaxson met him stroke for stroke in her ass.
“I-I-I— oh my God!” Emma cried out, squeezing them inside her in sinful waves that practically milked the orgasm from him. He managed a few more thrusts into her tight heat before he came hard, the world shattering as the constant pressure on his prostate combined with the feel of her pussy squeezing him like a vise. There was a breath-stealing rush that whited out the world, leaving him unanchored and floating in pure ecstasy for a few heartbeats until the intensity released him. He could still feel his cock twitching, more fire spilling out of him.
The heat was everywhere, inside Emma, inside him, coating his balls, and stinging the welts across his ass. Jaxson growled a moment later, and Chase reveled in the way he could feel every jerk of Jax’s cock as his husband filled Emma too.
They were all breathing hard, and Chase loved how he could feel Emma’s muscles trembling and jumping with little aftershocks. Jaxson pulled out first, dropping to the side, and then Chase helped Emma to her place between them.
“I love you both too,” Emma panted, parting her beautiful eyes to look at Jaxson and then him. “Seriously. I’m the luckiest woman on the planet.”
Jaxson’s chuckle drew both of their attention, his gorgeous smile making Chase smile too as he asked, “What are you laughing about?”
“Honestly, I’m just surprised Emma still thinks she’s lucky considering the little punishment I came up with for you two.”
“Oh God, it’s still burning!” Her hands went between her thighs, cupping her sex like she could stop it, but Chase already knew that wouldn’t work. “Please, please make it stop, Jax?”
Leaning forward, Jax kissed her on the forehead and then the lips. “You’re just going to have to ride it out, baby. Think about it the next time you decide to play a game of ‘push your dom’s buttons,’ okay?”
“Chase?” she whimpered, but all he could do was laugh.
“Feel lucky he didn’t put it in your ass too, babe. Everything burns for me.”
“You like it,” Jaxson retorted, and Chase groaned, unable to technically deny it, even though the heat was going to keep him up way later than he wanted. “But okay, because I love you both, I’ll get you two some aloe wipes. Although it won’t fix what’s already inside you, that you’ll just have to deal with until it dissipates.”
“This is evil!” Emma groaned, but Jax was still chuckling as he got out of bed to walk toward the toy cabinet. Those beautiful violet eyes swung toward him, and he stroked her cheek.
“I promise it’ll fade soon.”
“Okay.” She chewed on her lip for a moment, her thighs grinding together as she looked down at his reddened shaft. “Did he really put it on that big plug too?”
“Yep,” Chase replied, grinning when her eyes went wide. “But it’s okay, because we took our punishment, which means we’re forgiven and…”
“And?” Emma asked, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Lowering his voice, he leaned closer to her. “And now we can figure out a new way to get in trouble together.”
Emma
February 16th, 5:42am
The house was still dark. As Emma shuffled into the kitchen, the only light was the small undercounter lamp they’d installed for middle-of-the-night trips for stolen snacks. This morning, those dim shadows helped her find the ON switch for the Keurig.
Even the coffee maker thinks I should still be in bed.
She would love to be snuggled there, in their oversized king bed, sandwiched between her loving husbands, sound asleep until the alarm went off, or the kids woke her up — whichever came first.
But it wasn’t to be today. With luck, she’d get to take a nap that afternoon when she put the twins down, but she had way too much work before then to lay in bed even one more minute. As she waited for her caffeine fix, she yawned, regretting just how little sleep she’d actually gotten.
It had taken hours to finally fall asleep after the devious, yet deserved, punishment at bedtime the night before. And even after she’d succumbed to her exhaustion, she’d not slept soundly. Between fitful dreams and the low-level burn heating her from the inside out, she’d mostly tossed and turned. Thankfully, the heat had dissipated, yet every once in a while, she felt a twinge of something close to an ache.
The deserved ache of regret for earning a true punishment.
Popping in a K-cup, she finally pressed the START button. What she really needed was a button she could press on herself to come to life.
Grabbing her cup of coffee and an almost too-ripe banana, she shuffled her way back through the dark house, careful not to make any noise that might wake her family. She didn’t bother turning on the overhead lights in their home office, electing instead to flip on the smaller desk lamp next to her waiting laptop.
All seemed normal as the Apple icon filled the screen and she used her fingerprint to login, but as soon as the startup routine finished, she was pelted with dozens of pop-ups, notifications, dings, and alerts.
Dammit, Jax. I loved our family time yesterday, but why did you make me ignore all of this? Now I’m so behind.
For a second, the barrage of data felt crushing and she didn’t know where to start. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed a notebook and did what she always did when she felt overwhelmed.
She made a list.
To Do List:
1)Find spreadsheet from last year’s judging event.
2)Update spreadsheet with this year’s contestant and judge’s information.
3)Compile and record member/spectator voter counts for each club.
4)Calculate proceeds for the silent auctions for each location.
5)Calculate revenue, ticket, and food & beverage totals for each location.
6)Read & record official judges votes for each club.
Technically, she knew she should stop her list there. Those were the only pieces of data that were unbiased and relatively fact-based when it came to deciding which couples — and ultimately which club — would come out the winners. Once she’d recorded those data points, the weighted formulas she’d built into the spreadsheet the year before would highlight in black and white who they should declare the winner.
Only she knew the raw data wouldn’t tell the whole story. Her spreadsheet could only tell her so much. What it was missing was the human touch. So, she added a few more action items.
7)Read dozens of emails from the dungeon monitors and other employees to understand their votes for winners in each club.
8)Read super long emails from both Spencer and Elijah, each man making their case to her for why their club had won.
9)Call her BFF, Samantha, and pump her for the real scoop of what had happened at Black Light East on Sunday night.
Sam and Cash had spent the night in D.C. and Emma trusted Sam’s judgement on how things had really gone. And since Jaxson, Chase, and Emma had stuck together this year in California, she knew it wouldn’t be fair if she didn’t get more detailed information of what had happened on the East Coast.
Then would come the final, and perhaps most important action item.
10)Walk through all findings with Jaxson and Chase – make final decisions.
Looking at the time in the upper right corner of her screen, she realized she only had six and a half hours until the Zoom meeting where they’d have to present the findings. That meant she needed to get to work. Fast.
“There you are! I woke up and you were gone.” Jaxson’s voice right behind her scared the bejesus out of her.
“Don’t do that! I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I sort of figured that when you jumped a foot out of your seat,” he teased, squeezing her shoulders as he looked over her shoulder to her screen.
“Ohhh… that feels really nice. A little harder, please,” she begged.
Leaning down to talk against the shell of her ear, Jax whispered, “
I seem to remember you calling out something similar last night.”
Feeling the heat rising in her cheeks, Emma swatted his hands away. “Stop teasing me,” she pouted.
“Who says I’m teasing?” Jax asked, putting his hands back on her shoulders, undeterred. “In fact, how are you feeling this morning, Mrs. Cartwright-Davidson? You feeling okay? Both inside and out?”
“I’m fine, sir,” she answered softly. It was insane, but just remembering the stern punishment from the night before had an odd calming effect on Emma.
“I wish you’d waited for Chase and me. I didn’t want you to stress out.”
Chase joined them from the doorway to the office. “Who’s stressed?”
She was about to deny the accusation when Jaxson picked up her notebook. “Oh boy, it’s worse than I thought. She’s making to-do lists. Long to-do lists.”
Snatching the list out of her husband’s hands, she countered. “That’s where you’re wrong. I was stressed, but the to-do lists help me stay calm.” She glanced up at the clock on the screen, before adding. “I couldn’t sleep because I knew we had so much work to do. But I got organized and have been at it now for two and a half hours and I’ve made great progress.”
Chase yawned just before kissing her on the top of her head. “I can’t believe you got up that early. I’m still tired. You’re gonna be exhausted later.”
She didn’t deny it, but now that the California sun was up and shining through the windows, it was certainly getting easier to stay awake.
Pushing to her feet, Emma stretched before waving at her empty chair. Motioning to Jaxson, she announced, “I’ve got the spreadsheet updated with the bulk of the data we need to review first. I didn’t even brush my teeth yet because I didn’t want to wake you up, but now that you’re awake, I’m gonna take a shower while you guys sit and read through everything I’ve updated. I’ll be back in twenty minutes and we’ll discuss then.”
Her husbands looked at her with eyes wide, then glanced at each other, and back to her again.
“What?” she asked, looking up and down the old-fashioned robe she’d worn in front of them a thousand times before. “Do I have something on my face?”
Jaxson finally smiled. “That was quite the bossy little speech there, young lady. I just have one thing to say about it.”
Emma panicked, thinking back to what she’d said, remembering the tone of voice she’d used. She might have gotten a bit carried away there.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
Jaxson cut her off, placing his fingers over her lips to silence her. “Don’t apologize. I love watching you when you’re in business mode. It’s such a turn-on and I know both Chase and I are so proud of all you do for all of our businesses. So apologize? No.”
Her husband’s words warmed her more than the stupid cream had the night before. God, how did she get so lucky to find these two wonderful men?
“Now go. Take a shower. Brush your teeth. Do whatever you need to. We’ll go through the data and be ready to talk about it all when you get back. With any luck, we’ll get it all sorted before the kids wake up and then we can have Chase make us his infamous Mickey Mouse pancakes.”
“Okay, thank you,” she replied, smiling at both of her men. “There’s also a bunch of flagged emails in my account that I’d love for you to guys to skim through so we can talk about it.”
Chase yawned again, before adding. “I’m happy to make pancakes and read emails, just as long as we get coffee too.”
A half hour later, Emma felt like a new woman. She’d only rubbed a towel over her hair, but she was too anxious about getting back to the office to take the time to blow-dry her thick locks.
She’d only taken one step into the hallway when she heard the absolutely best sound in the entire world.
“Mommy!” called out in stereo. Looking down the hall toward the nursery, she caught sight of the other loves of her life, Alicia and Andrew, already dressed for the day, running full steam ahead in her direction.
Emma knelt down, opening her arms wide to let the kids run into her embrace. “There you two are. I missed you while we all slept. Give me those hugs.”
An already tired looking Kelsey was following right behind the kids as Emma struggled to stand with both kids wiggling in her hug. They were getting so big that it was getting harder to lift them both together.
“Morning, Kelsey. Hope you slept well.”
“I did, the kids actually slept through the night,” Kelsey said, even though a yawn distorted her next words. “Alicia didn’t even wake up needing a drink of water last night.”
“Great. The guys and I have been up working for a while, but we were just talking about taking a break to eat breakfast. Let’s stop in to see if they’re ready to eat.”
The door to the office was ajar, so she nodded at the nanny to just go in ahead of her. Kelsey had no more than pushed the door open a few more inches before Chase’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “I mean I know they were hot, but really… just how different is one anal sex scene from the next?”
Emma wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. She wasn’t worried at all about the kids overhearing her husbands’ X-rated discussion since they were having a baby-talk conversation between themselves — and even if they were listening, they wouldn’t know what their Daddy and Papa were talking about anyway.
The red flush on Kelsey’s face, however, told Emma their nanny most certainly did overhear and understand.
Emma cleared her throat loud enough that the men stopped their conversation and swung the office chairs around.
Chase muttered a soft, “Well shit— I mean shoot!”
Emma walked in, depositing a kid into each man’s lap, before spinning back to Kelsey. “Why don’t we leave the kids here with their Daddy and Papa while you and I go to the kitchen and get breakfast started?”
“Okay,” the twenty-two-year-old nanny answered, letting Emma lead her out of the office.
She’d known this day was coming. Considering how much kinky sex the trio had, it was a miracle they’d been able to keep their nanny relatively in the dark when it came to the BDSM side of their marriage. On the one hand, it really wasn’t any of Kelsey’s business, but she did live in their home. She traveled with them. Ran errands with them.
Emma pushed down guilt about potentially corrupting an innocent, a soft smile spreading over her face as she remembered she was exactly Kelsey’s age when she met and fell in love with Jaxson and Chase.
Reaching over to squeeze Kelsey’s arm, Emma met the surprised face of their nanny with a bright smile. “Let me make you some coffee. Then we can sit down, and I’ll answer some questions that I think you’ve been too polite to ask so far.”
Jaxson and Chase totally owe me for this one.
Jaxson
February 16th, 12:44pm
“Is it too early for a drink?” Jaxson asked, glancing at his husband and wife who were already on the verge of laughter listening to the chaos of the upcoming meeting. Fortunately, their side of the call was still muted on video and audio.
“Come on, it won’t be so bad,” Emma replied, but Chase was already on his feet.
“I’ll get it for you. What are you in the mood for?”
“Bourbon.” Sighing, Jax rubbed at his forehead, trying to erase the headache that was steadily forming as he listened to the East Coast complaining about the spread Avery had laid out for the West Coast’s meeting. “Is it just me, or are they more annoying than all those toys Chase’s mom keeps buying the twins?”
“If I’m honest?” Emma pretended to think for a moment before breaking out in a smile. “Probably a tie.”
“So true,” he mumbled.
“Last call, Emma! You sure you don’t want anything?” Chase shouted from the wet bar, and Jaxson glanced over at her.
“Fine.” She sighed, raising her voice. “I’ll take some of that rosé that Samantha told me about. It starts with a B?”
“Got it!” Chase called back. When he walked in a minute later carrying an actual serving tray, Jaxson couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Where on earth did you find that?”
“It was under the bar,” Chase answered, grinning as he slid it onto the table to distribute the drinks. “Someone, definitely not me, probably used it to bring something out here and forgot it.”
“Definitely not you?” Jax repeated, taking a sip of his bourbon as he arched an eyebrow at Chase, but his sub just lifted his drink to his lips and didn’t bother digging the hole any deeper.
“We should go ahead and turn on the camera,” Emma suggested, reaching for the laptop, but Jax caught her wrist, stopping her so he could take a larger swallow of the bourbon.
“Okay, now you can.”
Emma rolled her eyes at him as she turned on their camera and audio, canceling his opportunity to remind both of his submissives that he’d spent the night before punishing them in creative ways — but he always had more creativity up his sleeve when it came to naughty subs.
“I’m just saying it would be cool if we got our meetings catered too,” someone said from the East Coast side.
“It’s four o’clock, did you not eat lunch or something?” Spencer snapped.
“Come on, you have to admit it would be nice,” another DM bitched, and Spencer looked like he was about to break someone’s neck.
“They have a fucking kitchen on the premises over there, and a private chef, do we have a fucking kitchen that one of you have been keeping secret?” Spencer growled, turning to glare at his team, and Jaxson took the beat of silence to clear his throat.
Eyeballs swiveled toward the main camera, and Jax had to admit it was a little impressive since the teams were in meeting rooms on opposite ends of the country. Emma and Chase both reached under the table to rest a hand on his thighs, and he had to bite back the smile at just how synchronized his subs could be at times.
