God, she looked so lush lying there. He loved how her ripe, full breasts pulled a little toward her arms, making him want to cup them all the more. The rounded curve of her stomach that flared into hips that begged for a man’s large hands. Then her mound, and he could see that her clit was aroused and glistening as it peeked out. She had the longest legs that were topped with plump perfect thighs. Everything about her made his dick hard.
“Caleb?” There was no fear in her voice, just calm curiosity, a reminder that she was still here and waiting for him. He eyed the bandage on her ankle, remembering that she was a strong, determined woman who needed to banish the final demons of her childhood. Childhood, child, his mind drifted again the picture of the three of them making a family together.
He snapped back to the present and motioned for Leif to hit the overhead light and turn on the lamps. He took off his shirt, lay down next to Isabella, and gathered her into his arms. Leif got onto the bed on the other side. Bella fit into Caleb’s arms perfectly. He loved feeling her breasts against his chest, and her curly hair caressed his neck and under his chin.
“I love you, Bella. Do you know that?” She gasped and fought his hold, but he’d expected that and kept her where in place. “No, stay where you are, keep your eyes closed. I’m doing the talking, sweetness.” Caleb felt her settle. Her heart was beating wildly against his chest, but she had nestled back into his arms. “You like to think things through. I don’t expect you to be able to forgive yourself tonight, because you’re right. You’ve been living with this for too long. But I just want you to think about this from a new angle. That’s all, Bella, just try looking at your past from a new angle. Will you do that for me?” He stroked her hair.
Leif looked over at him. Good, he had his attention, too. “I want to tell you more about what happened tonight. It’s not so much the facts, as it is my perspective. If it’s okay for me to do that, just nod your head.” He felt her hair brushing his chest as she nodded. Leif moved over closer, effectively sandwiching her between them. Caleb knew that although Isabella was comforted by their physical closeness at the moment, she was unaware that she’d been trapped between them as they prepared to confront her self-condemnation.
“Seeing Carmen tonight reminded me of you. I kept imagining how you would have been as a girl her age. You should have seen her tonight. She stood up to those thugs. She stood there with a knife to her throat, and she was so brave, Bella. She scared the hell out of me, but at the same time she took my breath away. All the time I was watching her, I kept thinking of you. Nothing got the better of her. I knew that all she cared about was getting to her brother, who was lying on the floor.” Although she had already heard the story, Isabella was making sounds of distress. Caleb wasn’t surprised. She could never stomach the thought of a child in danger, let alone the children she considered her own.
“She became an adult today,” Caleb finished. He didn’t have long to wait.
“She most certainly did not. Caleb, why would you say that?” Isabella struggled out of his arms to look him in his face.
“Bella, she behaved like an adult. She made the choices of an adult. Granted, she made a mistake by taking Victor, but that was because he knew the way to the ice cream parlor, and she didn’t. Other than that one lapse in judgment, she basically took on an adult’s responsibilities to try to find her brother.” He let his voice fade away.
“Caleb, you’re wrong. It’s going to be many years before she has to take on the mantle of adulthood. She’s just a young girl who I hope will soon be reunited with her parents.” On that her voice broke, and he gathered her close, as Leif moved the hair off her warm shoulder to kiss it.
“With whatever information Charlie squeezes out of that dirty cop with the state police, the Wilama deputies, and what we learned tonight, we’ll bring Carmen’s parents home real soon,” Leif promised.
“Even if we don’t, Carmen will do a great job helping to raise her little brother and sisters with whatever family they have left,” Caleb told Isabella.
“How could you even say such a thing?” This time she yanked herself out of his arms, but Leif held her on the bed. He eased her back, so that she was again softly and securely pressed between them.
“Whoa. Caleb’s paying her a compliment, baby. He’s just telling you how proud he is of her. Carmen really handled herself.” Thank God, Leif had caught on to his planned maneuver.
“She was wonderful, Bella. She was everything we could have hoped for and more. She can handle anything life has to throw her way. She’ll be fine.”
“But she shouldn’t have to! She’s just a child.”
“Sure, sure.” Caleb brushed back her hair, bringing her back down to his chest. “In a couple of years she’ll be a remarkable adult. She’ll be on her own and then she’ll be fine.”
“No, she won’t. Even in a couple of years she’ll still—” Caleb continued stroking her hair, luxuriating in the feel of her tender body pressed against him. He knew why she had stopped speaking. His Bella was smart.
“Four years and two months, Bella. Will she be an adult then? If that brave, beautiful girl were to lose her whole family just four years from now and spend one month of her life making a few mistakes, would you hold it against her, or would you forgive her? Would you shun her, or open your arms to hold her tight and tell her you love her?”
“I…I…” She trailed off.
“Isabella, give us honesty.” Leif’s voice was raspy with emotion. He reached around, stroking the arch of her neck with the back of his knuckles.
“She would just be a baby, still raw from the loss. There would be nothing to forgive…” Her voice was so choked with tears that she was hardly understandable, but Caleb made out each one and rejoiced at her every word.
“Now we’re going to hold you tight.” And they did, for as long as it took. As Isabella shed years of bottled up tears, Leif and Caleb held this glorious woman in their arms. After what seemed hours, but was more like twenty minutes, in fact, her sobs turned to hiccups and Leif left the bed. He was back with compresses for her eyes and face. They huddled her under the covers and were soon naked beside her. In truth, Caleb was pretty wiped out from the morning’s physical and emotional events. Leif looked equally drained and Bella was already asleep.
* * * *
Caleb woke up as something dropped with a thud onto the foot of the bed. He looked up and saw Leif holding Isabella where she stood at the end of the bed. Caleb reached over and turned on the lamp as Leif released her from his clutch.
“Jesus, Isabella, what are you doing waking us up like that?” Leif demanded. “I could have really hurt you.”
“You would never hurt me, Leif.”
Caleb got out of bed.
“You’re right, Bella. He wasn’t going to knock you out. Leif always looks before he breaks any bones. But I don’t, so you need to wake us before you leave the bed.” Just looking at her flush from sleep made him hard as a rock. She definitely noticed, because her eyes never left his cock as he circled the bed toward her. “What were you doing?”
“I wanted to see what was in the bag that Leif brought in earlier, and I wasn’t tired anymore.” Not only was his girl not tired, she seemed to be happy…and she was holding one of the sheepskin-lined cuffs. Caleb was amazed that he was capable of any higher thinking since all the blood in his head had rushed to his cock.
“You threw the duffel on the bed to wake us up, didn’t you, sweetheart?” It wasn’t a question. By the grin on her face and the way she was rifling through the contents of the bag, Caleb knew that he was right. He glanced sideways to Leif and saw that his friend looked both bewildered and aroused. Caleb bet that aroused would win out over bewildered in about thirty seconds. When Isabella pulled out a butt plug with a quizzical expression, Leif materialized beside her, fully aroused and pulling it out of her hands.
“Isabella, did I give you permission to go through my things?” Leif reprimanded sharply.
> This time Leif’s tone didn’t work. Caleb couldn’t stifle his grin, and Isabella was positively glowing. This wasn’t the same guilt-wracked girl they had been trying to bring around. Hours before she’d experienced a cathartic revelation and now Bella was sniffing around Leif’s bag of toys, surrounded by two aroused men. Oh man, they were going to have a lot of fun.
“Answer my question, Isabella. Did I give you permission to open this bag?” This time Caleb saw that Leif sported the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes, not the expression he wore when preparing to play the big bad Dom. But really, who could resist Bella when she was beaming?
“No, Sir.” Isabella looked at the floor, but couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across her face. Yep, the girl was giddy.
* * * *
Leif was pleasantly shocked to see that Isabella was damn near giddy. She was still a newbie when it came to D/s. Granted, he had just spanked her, and Leif couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her beautiful curls spilled all around her, covering most of her face, but not that Cheshire cat smile. A smile, she wore a spontaneous, actual smile, not one that had to be coaxed. He wanted to stretch her across his bed. He wanted to do so many things to her luscious body, to her submissive mind, but first he had to make sure that he had her consent. He needed to know that she understood what she was asking for when she toyed with those cuffs. Leif was positive that this woman was born to submit to his hand, but first he needed to explain to her exactly what was in that bag and how he wanted to use it. Thank God, Caleb had a calmer head and better instincts. He had been spot on sensing how best to care for Isabella in resolving her childhood issues. That’s exactly how Leif saw Isabella’s tortured past, as things that happened in damn near her childhood. But now, she was a consenting adult who was going to learn some new aspects of the word consent. Leif put everything back into the bag, as Caleb picked Isabella up and placed her onto the middle of the bed.
The two of them looked stunning together. Leif had watched his partner fuck women before. There was a universe of difference here, however. He watched as Caleb slid over Isabella’s sensuous body, his knee smoothly pushing between her legs until he reached her core. He rubbed up and down, and she began to roll her head back and forth in counterpoint.
“Caleb, please more,” Isabella panted. Playing the voyeur, Leif continued watching as Caleb eased his arms down, grasping a delicate wrist in each hand, splaying them away from her body. What a view! Isabella was spread eagle across the bed, chanting Caleb’s name as his friend continued to take her on a slow uphill ride.
“Please, Caleb, please, Caleb, I need you to press harder.” Leif smiled at the needy whine in her voice. It was perfect. He climbed up onto the bed, kneeling next to her, and put his mouth next to her ear.
“Does it feel good? Do you like what he’s doing?” Leif asked, drinking in the exquisite flush to her caramel-colored cheeks.
“Sir, I need more,” she answered, her eyes pleading with Caleb. Leif winced internally at the ‘Sir.’ He knew most Doms loved the term, but he had had enough of that from the Army. From now on, he was Leif.
“No, Isabella, no more ‘sirs,’ I told you. Leif and Caleb. Forever, baby, you answer to Leif and Caleb, starting right now.” She rolled her head away and closed her eyes. Leif turned her head back to him. “Isabella, no more ‘sir.’ Do you understand?” She nodded, but didn’t open her eyes. Leif looked at Caleb, realizing he had somehow used the wrong words.
“For now, Bella. No ‘sirs’ for now. We’ll talk about forever later, okay, sweetheart?” Caleb supplied. Isabella slowly opened her eyes to look up at Caleb, but damn it, she was avoiding looking at him.
“Yes, Caleb. For now.” At last, she turned to Leif. “For now, Leif.” She tugged and Caleb released his grip on her hand. She reached up and touched Leif’s cheek. “Please let now be enough, okay? I think it’s more, but I want to be sure.” God, her touch was so soft.
It’s enough for now, Isabella, but not for long.” He knew he sounded like a caveman, but he couldn’t seem to help it. Leif took her hand and put it back down on to the bed, enjoying the sight of her spread out like an honorable dream, her amber skin radiant against the white sheets.
“Leif, do you have her?”
“Oh yeah.” Leif moved so that he was kneeling over her, firmly holding her hands down while he watched his brother slide down and push his shoulders between her legs, spreading them wide. He watched Caleb’s large black thumbs part her pearly pink folds. As Caleb started tasting, Leif started talking.
“Isabella, I need you to listen.”
“I can’t,” she panted, looking up at him wildly.
“Yes”—a command—“you can. You will.” Her eyes got sharper. She focused.
“Tell me why you were looking in that duffel bag.”
“I…I…” She canted her hips upward. Leif’s breath sped up as he watched Caleb’s tongue spear into her cunt. He pressed her hands down with a bit more force, and saw her eyes glaze over.
“Isabella.” A sharp command. She responded beautifully, her eyes immediately tracked to his, clear, wanting to please, and he was contented. “My bag, why were you looking in my bag?”
“I saw it earlier. I knew you wouldn’t have brought it into the bedroom if it didn’t contain things like what I saw on the internet. But I didn’t recognize everything.”
“But the things you did recognize, did they please you?”
“Some of those things scared me, Leif!” He had hoped for that answer. “Ah, God,” she wailed, and he looked down, seeing that Caleb had her clit between his teeth.
“You’re such a good girl for being honest. Do you want to come, Isabella?”
“Yes!” It was a shout.
“Then you have to listen.” He signaled Caleb with his eyes, and Caleb moved back down, taking a long lick.
“Bella, you taste so good.” She was trembling. Leif let out a long, slow breath. He wanted her so bad. He needed her to understand, but he needed her to consent even more. He watched as she drew in a deep breath and let it out in a long, steady stream, as well.
“I’m listening, Leif.” Though her little announcement caught him off guard, he was pleased she’d given him the cue he wanted. He bent over and kissed her. How could he not? She responded, opening to him, and he forced himself to draw back.
“We will often make love, just like Caleb is making love to you right now.” She bit her lower lip. Leif took in the flush on her face as she nodded. “But we also like something more, don’t we, Isabella?” He pressed down even more on her wrists and she let out a wail as she shot off in orgasm. Leif looked down to view her plump clit clenched once again between his buddy’s teeth, three fingers twisting into the hot depths of her cunt. Leif bent down again, angling his head so he could take her in a ravenous kiss. Isabella was mindless as she sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth. In seconds she ripped her head away and let out a scream of pleasure, and he couldn’t help chuckling as he watched Caleb pressing his condom-covered cock into her dripping pussy.
Leif considered capitalizing on Isabella’s obvious oral fixation by having her suck on his cock, but that wasn’t the point of this exercise.
“Oh, Caleb.” It was gratifying to see her response as she wrapped her long legs around his dark friend. Leif was now gripping both of Isabella’s hands in just one hand. He tangled his other hand in her hair and began to pull, so that soon she was wailing his name in pleasure. He was not surprised.
“Focus, Isabella.”
“I can’t.” He saw that she was having a real problem. He cut his eyes over to Caleb, who immediately slowed his strokes as Leif gentled his hold on her hair. He commanded again, “Now, focus.” She panted, and then drew in a deep breath, and looked up at him. “Tell me what I was saying.” He watched carefully as she worked to remember. Finally.
“Honesty. Honesty is important.”
He let go of her hair and stroked her cheek. “Yes, baby, honesty is important. We�
�re going to love you. We’re going to pleasure you. But we’re also going to push you. We’re going to take you higher than you can ever imagine, but your safety is of utmost importance, and we expect total honesty from you.”
He watched as trepidation lit her eyes. “Tell me, baby. Remember honesty.”
“I saw things in there that could hurt me. Do you want to hurt me, Leif?”
“No.” It was an answer that was ripped out of his chest. He was beside her in an instant, both hands cupping her cheeks. “Never do I want to hurt you. I want to pleasure you.” He had to kiss her. He had to take away any hint of fear. He only wanted trust. He suddenly realized he only wanted love to come from these velvet brown eyes.
He breathed kisses over her face, as he brushed back her silky brown and black curls. Over and over he slid his lips over her soft skin, whispering loving words. Soon she reached for him and twined her arms around his neck. When they finally parted from this most sacred kiss, she gazed into his eyes and said, “I’m ready. Please, explain it to me.”
And, as Caleb continued gently stroking in and out, Leif told her how some people’s natures found satisfaction through Dominance and submission. He explained how partners always, always shared themselves in a safe and consensual manner. He and Caleb would always prioritize her safety and pleasure through the use of agreed upon safe words that gave her ultimate control. He carefully measured her response to his explanation. As he anticipated, his lovely, intelligent Isabella did not demure.
“Leif,” Caleb croaked out.
“I’m not done.”
“Yes, you are.” Leif watched as Isabella’s eyes started clouding over, and he realized that she was no longer focused on him.
“Please, be done. Please, be done now,” she begged, her hands pushing at his chest and reaching out for Caleb.
* * * *
Isabella had done as Leif commanded. She’d listened. She’d trembled. She’d used every single bit of restraint and control she had in her mind and body, but it was all gone. She needed Caleb. She looked up at him. Finally, she had him inside her core, not in her mouth, but inside her needy, clenching pussy. She closed her eyes, to register his every ridge and pulse so she could make him her very world. Caleb seemed to sense her concentration and pressed down, resting closer onto his elbows. She breathed into his neck, surrounded by him. She tasted the salt of his skin. Isabella reveled in this man, a man who had told her he loved her.
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