“You have such a beautiful ass, baby.” Grant stabbed his fingers tighter into the muscles, digging in deep enough that he might cause her slight pain, but only enough to have her feeling really good. She pushed into each of his touches, thrusting her hips into his hands. “I can’t wait to mark it.” Grant’s words were huskier and more demanding than he’d intended.
At his words, a quiver raced through her muscles. Her pussy gleamed, giving evidence of how wet she already was. And he planned to get her a lot wetter before this was over. A moan escaped his brother, and Grant smiled. Wonder what their little sub did to him to make him groan like that? He had a few ideas on how to do the same to her—starting with some old favorites.
He stood, staring over at the picture his sub and brother made. He wanted to join them. They’d create the perfect sandwich with him taking up the rear. But first, he had to get her good and ready.
He walked over to his workbench and picked up a length of rope, and one of the whips used on the horses. He knew just what his pet needed. And he’d give it to her.
From the corner of his eye, he spied a shiny, silver sleigh bell that had fallen off one of the harnesses. He picked up the little trinket, an idea springing to mind.
Straw crunched beneath his boots as he returned to her, his gut churning. He tensed his fingers around the rough rope—he needed this as much as she did. The feel of the line in his hand grounded him, allowing him to find his control.
He stepped to her head, pushing her farther into Danny’s thighs. She leaned against his brother, taking in deep breaths.
“Hold onto her,” Grant ordered Danny. “She needs the support.”
In the dungeons back in Dallas, he’d tied Kate to St. Andrew’s crosses and spanking benches, giving her the support she required while he whipped her to orgasm. But here he didn’t have those devices. She had to have Danny in her life. She needed his support, his care, his gentleness.
As much as he might have fought against it before, he could see that she needed them both. It may not have been exactly what he’d dreamed of, but he couldn’t deny the evidence right in front of him. If he were being honest with himself, even when it had been just the two of them, there had always been something missing. Maybe that something had always been Danny.
He pulled her hands back. Next, he tied the rough rope around her wrists. She squirmed beneath his hold. Twisting her hands, she tugged on the knots he made. Grant smiled to himself. She always tested his ties, every time, even though she knew he always tied her tight enough that she couldn’t escape. She just had to know. She had to feel for herself how tight his knots were. To know that she couldn’t get out no matter how hard she tried.
“Since you can’t say your safe word with that hot little mouth full of cock”—he winked up at his brother, who just stared back at him in shock—“I’ve devised another plan.” He pushed the bell into her hand.
She wrapped her hand tightly around the shiny silver bell.
“If you need me to stop for any reason”—he smoothed his hand down her side, sliding over her soft skin. Her muscles fluttered beneath his touch—“shake this bell and I’ll stop.” He leaned in closer, his mouth next to her ear, her hair tickling his lips. “But unless you ring that bell, you’re mine to do with as I please.”
Grant stepped back, watching her clasp the metal so hard he didn’t think the bell could move, let alone ring. Good. He didn’t want there to be any doubt in her mind about what would happen next.
He smoothed his hands across her lower back, guiding his fingers over each vertebra, across the sensitive dips below her spine to her full, round cheeks. A shiver rippled up her skin. Her breathing picked up speed.
She knew what came next, and she was ready for it. He clasped her round cheeks in his hands, massaging them until she released a small purr of satisfaction. He almost sobbed himself at the sensation of her firm skin in his hands, her muscles pliant. She relaxed beneath his fingers.
The trust she had in him was apparent in each breath she took. Trust that he would take care of her. That he would give her what she desired. No matter how dark, how edgy, how scary. And that he would bring her back from that brink, safe and sound.
“Hold on, baby.” He pulled the whip back, letting it slice through the air. A thin red line appeared vertically down her left thigh, right where he’d intended it.
She screamed and moaned around Danny’s cock. His brother sucked in a deep breath, and Grant grinned. He knew well how the moans of a sub around your cock could set a man’s balls on fire. The vibration would be shooting through Danny’s whole body as she used her clever tongue to lick him to paradise.
“What are you doing, dude? You’re hurting her,” Danny yelled.
Grant looked up in surprise. All pleasure and desire fled from his brother’s face, his body tense, as if he were ready to jump up to defend Kate, even with her mouth locked around him.
Grant only smiled. His brother really didn’t know anything about what Kate hankered for. “Only a little bit. But believe me, she’ll be happy for it by the end.”
His brother looked uncertain and Grant almost laughed. Danny really didn’t know much about the lifestyle. If they both didn’t look so similar, he’d think they’d never met. Well, there was no better time to start a crash course than now.
“This will be your first lesson in domination. You have to trust your sub to know her own limits. She can shake that sleigh bell any time she’s had enough, but I don’t think she wants to. Do you, pet?”
Grant smoothed his hand down her thigh, running the pad of his thumb along the thin red line where the whip had made contact with her skin. She gasped, shaking her head. She thrust her hips back toward his fingers. Her acceptance couldn’t have been more compliant if she’d been screaming out directions.
“Kate enjoys a little pain with her pleasure. And I trust her to say she’s had enough.” He pulled back, widening his stance as he tightened his hold around the whip handle. “But until she says stop, she’s mine to command.” He snapped the whip in the air. The leather licked across her skin, transecting the previous slash. “Mine to command,” he repeated and cracked the whip again, creating another red line along her thigh. “Mine to punish and pleasure.”
She whimpered and cried. A telltale glistening seeped from her pussy. A red, puffy F stood out across her thigh. Grant’s chest expanded at the sight. All mine. He smoothed his fingers over the red slashes and she groaned, a shiver twitching up her legs.
God, she was amazing. Taking everything he demanded, thriving on it and begging for more. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything sexier than her body with his mark across her thigh. Their mark. She wasn’t just his anymore. She was theirs. She belonged to them both. And they both belonged to her.
“Are you ready for more, pet?” Grant growled into her ear, licking a drop of sweat from her throat.
She nodded enthusiastically even as Danny tightened his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. He thrust his hips in time with her movements, fucking his dick farther down her throat. The moans and wet sucking sounds her mouth made around his cock became the most erotic symphony Grant had ever heard.
His cock hardened to lead with the combination of sounds and sights before him. Unable to stand the torture any longer, Grant dropped his hands to his pants. He almost ripped apart the fly of his jeans as he fought to pull them down and free his aching cock. He groaned when his pants finally gave way and fell to his ankles. The relief running up his dick at its release from the tight confines almost made him dizzy.
It had been a necessary pain to get her this far, to push her this high, before he fucked her senseless. But there was a moment there when he had worried his dick might go numb from the lack of circulation.
He kneeled on the blanket behind her, loving the warmth of her pink ass against his stomach. Her body was so plush and soft against his. Perfect. Just like a woman should be.
“You’re ours.” He looked up at his brother as he gr
unted the words, making sure he heard them too. “Forever.”
She didn’t argue—not that she could with Danny’s dick down her throat—but she shivered. The gleam of wetness coating her pussy, showing how ready she was, called to him and Grant’s dick definitely took notice.
Kate’s muscles trembled beneath his touch, her body shaking, and he understood the feeling. He was trembling too. Even if he wasn’t on the outside, he definitely was on the inside. To think he’d almost wasted this. He’d almost thrown it all away on pride. He’d been an idiot.
Well, there was no better time to start making up for it.
He slid his dick into her pussy, moving slowly but insistently through her engorged flesh. He groaned, the tight clasp of her cunt around his cock threatening to overwhelm every other sensation in his body. Damn, how had he lived a whole year without this? The other girls in town he’d flirted with had nothing on Kate. How he had ever thought he could live without her—not just her submission, but her—he’d never understand.
Fully inside her, he waited, letting her adjust to his cock. He slid his hands around her body, cupping her breasts in his palms. He twisted her pert nipples between his fingers. She gasped and her pussy clamped down on him.
“Oh, fuck,” his brother hollered.
Grant could only imagine what his pet was doing to his brother. Women had a way of clenching down on men when they were pleasured. If how Kate’s cunt clutched him was any indication, Danny wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
His brother tangled his fingers in her hair, drawing her toward him. Grant smiled as Kate went willingly. She always had been a desperate little thing. She looked so prim and proper on the outside, but underneath she was all hellcat. He’d spent many a night quenching all her hungers. It had been a tough job, but now that there were two of them, they stood a much better chance of making her beg. Just the idea had Grant’s balls screaming.
Danny thrust his hips up, driving his cock farther down Kate’s throat, and she moaned in appreciation. Kate liked a firm hand, to be fucked hard and fast and to not be given a choice. Clearly his brother had a little of that in him. Definitely more than Grant had given him credit for. That would help.
Grant growled, pushing deeper into Kate. He dug his fingers into her hips as he fucked her hard. He matched his rhythm to his brother’s. When Danny pushed himself down her throat, Grant would thrust in, forcing himself deep into her pussy, making sure Kate felt doubly fucked, doubly penetrated, doubly owned.
Kate’s body clenched down as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her body flushed, her eyes brightened, her mouth parted and her lips swollen. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Always had been. And now he’d have years to enjoy her. Her quiet smiles, her sweet words, and the whimpers and moans she made as she came.
It was all too much for Danny. It took a strong man to remain in control while a woman clamped down on him, sucking him dry. The way Kate’s body clamped, tightening around him, Grant was close himself.
His little brother would learn in time. Grant smiled. They would teach him.
Danny screamed out her name, holding her head tight to his groin as he spent himself down her throat. He quivered, shaking against the wall where he stood, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight.
But Grant didn’t pause. He kept thrusting, pushing into Kate’s warm, receptive pussy. Sweat gathered across his brow, the control he prided himself on close to slipping. But it felt too damn good fucking her to let go just yet.
Without skipping a beat, Kate moved with him. She thrust back against him, pushing his cock farther into her body. She picked up the rhythm easily, slamming against him, fucking him as hard as he did her. Grant held onto her hips, gripping her tightly. He drove into her as deep as he could, pulling a series of whimpers from her.
If she wanted it rough and wild, he could definitely do that. He’d fuck her hard until the cows came home.
Kate released a soft little cry that made his chest feel three times larger than normal. She leaned against Danny’s thighs, needing the support, her arms still pinned behind her back. His brother dropped his hands, cradling her head, petting her hair.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
She nodded against Daniel’s thigh, shaking and quivering between them. Grant groaned in response. Damn, everything she did felt amazing to him.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” his brother continued to coax. He slid his fingers down her neck in smooth, gentle caresses. “Tell me what he’s doing to you. Tell us both how good it feels. How much you like having him in your pussy.”
Kate moaned, leaning more heavily on Danny. “It feels so good, Grant fucking me. It almost hurts, but it feels amazing.” She panted against his leg, the speed of her breath increasing with each of Grant’s thrusts. “But it’s not as good as when you’re both in me.”
Danny dragged her close, bringing her lips to his for a long kiss. Kate purred against him. Her cunt quivered around Grant’s cock, giving evidence of exactly what the two of them were doing to her.
When Danny pulled back, he stared down at her, his eyes alight. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll both be in you again very soon.”
Grant grunted at his brother’s words. Damn, just the image had his cock throbbing so bad he was close to losing it.
Danny looked up at him and smiled, almost as if he knew exactly how thin his control was. Maybe he did.
Danny twisted his fingers in her hair, yanking back on them so she had to ease away from him. She looked up into his eyes, her mouth open in shock. All this quality time must be rubbing off on Danny. He’d never seemed so dominant before.
“Come for us, baby,” Danny coached. “Show him how good that feels. How much you want him.” He skimmed his hand down her chest until he covered her breast. “I want to watch you come.” He pinched her nipple, and her pussy convulsed. “Give us a show.”
She screamed. Her body seized around Grant for the second time, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan, he followed her over, coming so hard his eyes rolled back and his head swam. He twisted one arm around her waist, holding her close as he spilled himself inside her. Spent, he tumbled to the blanket, tugging Kate along with him and curling her into his side. He was hardly even aware of Danny until he kneeled by her other side, cocooning around her. She shifted, wiggling closer into both of them, and Grant sighed in relief.
She was back in their arms. Exactly where she was meant to be.
Chapter Nine
After her climax, Kate lay limp and loose between them. She relaxed across the blanket while her mind still floated in subspace. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone so deep. Something about having Daniel there, knowing he’d protect her above all else, gave her the freedom to let go in a way she never had before.
Somewhere in the distance, a rooster crowed—she had forgotten she really was on a farm—and the men sandwiched around her groaned.
“We’d better get back to the house before someone comes to investigate where we’ve snuck off to.” Daniel smoothed his thumb down the side of her face, his eyes remorseful.
God, she’d never thought they’d get to this place. She not only had both the men she wanted but they both wanted her too. How had she ever gotten this lucky?
Grant nodded to his brother. He picked her limp body off the barn floor, wrapped her in her jacket and carried her back to the house. She held onto him tightly through the short trip across the snow-covered ground. She curled into his warmth, enjoying his embrace. His strength enveloped her. Daniel followed behind them, carrying what remained of their clothing. He didn’t seem bothered by watching her in another man’s arms. In fact, he appeared pretty damn satisfied.
The trip through the house was a blur, her drowsy eyelids hardly staying open. Once inside the small bathroom adjoined to their bedroom, Daniel and Grant both removed the rest of her clothes, along with their own, before pulling her beneath the shower spray. They held her up, t
aking turns washing her, careful of the mark on her thigh and her raw ass. They ran their hands over her body, so sweet, so gentle it almost made her want to cry.
“You don’t have to worry, baby.” Daniel cradled her head against his shoulder. “We’ve got you.”
And she believed him. She felt safe, loved and cherished as she never had before.
After thoroughly soaping her entire body, caressing and massaging each inch to blissful relaxation, Grant shut off the showerhead. He wrapped her in a towel, rolling her up in the terrycloth.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Daniel held her close, pulling her back into the bedroom.
She cast her eyes to Grant. He slung his own towel around his waist, his hair wet and wild. Droplets of water clung to the hair across his chest, detailing all the defined muscles of his body. Daniel made a similarly yummy picture, his hair smoothed back, his eyes burning brightly. The towel detailed his trim waist and fine physique.
Her mouth watered. She wanted to drop to her knees and explore his body all over again. How could she not be okay with two gorgeous men holding her, staring at her with such concern? She wasn’t the one they had to worry about. She was more afraid of how they felt. She’d loved both of them for a while now, but this was all new to them.
“I’m fine”—she shifted her eyes back and forth between the two of them—“if you two are.”
Daniel looked up at his brother, who gave a slight nod of his head, before returning her gaze. He laid his hand on her cheek, directing her eyes up to his. “We’re good, baby. As surprising as it seems to me, we’re really good.”
She smiled. “Then I’ve never been better.” She leaned up, kissing him with the full intensity of her desire. He tightened his arm around her waist. She leaned into him, loving the closeness. After everything they’d done in the last two days, he was still the same.
After a minute, Daniel pulled back. Kate blinked up at him in surprise. His eyes remained closed, a dreamy expression on his face and her insides twisted with something much stronger than desire. The corner of his lips turned up in a slight smile. He opened his eyes and the pure love reflected back in them thrilled her down to her soul. The love she feared her cravings might have killed was still there, strong and hearty in his eyes.
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