“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Didn’t forget,” he said. “Just wanted to carry you.” He bent and placed her in the passenger seat, leaning across her body to buckle her in. “Be right back, baby.” He turned to re-enter the restaurant, but was saved the trip by their waitress, who was walking toward them pushing the wheelchair.
“You forgot something,” she said with an impish smile.
“Thanks.” He didn’t correct her. Just folded up the wheelchair and stowed it in the rear compartment.
As soon as they were back home, Kylie used the bathroom and he carried her down to their spacious office in the basement, where she got started on the process of sorting Leah’s nightmarish accounting system into recognizable piles. Then sorting the piles in chronological order.
Ash made two trips out to the car to carry in all the bags of stuff they’d bought and took them upstairs. He hung all the dresses in their walk-in closet, which Kylie had not yet seen, but would later insist was bigger than her entire house in Philly, and stowed the delicate silk and lace underwear and lingerie in the drawers of her dresser. He left the jewelry on top, making a mental note to research jewelry boxes online. She would want a place to keep them so they wouldn’t get tangled or broken. The scarves and pendants he’d bought at Leah’s gallery, he left still wrapped up inside their bag, deciding she should have the sensual, tactile pleasure of unwrapping them, handling them, realizing that these beautiful things were actually hers. He’d loved the look of awe and reverence on her face when she’d touched them in the store. He wanted to see that look again when she put them away.
He laid all the drugstore items out on the L-shaped vanity counter so she could tell him where she wanted them, although he did place her new shampoo, conditioner, and her favorite floral-scented body wash in the generous niche built into the back wall of the shower, where they kept their supplies.
He picked up her laptop computer from the top of her dresser and went back down to the office. He handed it to her, then reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. Kylie didn’t hear it ring, so she figured he had it set to vibrate.
“Yo. How’s it goin’?” He chuckled. “Sounds great. “Yeah, tonight. Excellent. Have a good flight.” He held out the phone to Kylie. “Here. He wants to tell you something.”
“He who?” She took it and put it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, darlin’.” Simon. She could hear the smile in his voice. “Just wanted to say I love you.”
“I love you, too, Simon. Hurry home.”
“Can’t wait to get there, darlin’. Can’t wait to see the jewels I bought sparklin’ in your sweet little ass.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As soon as Simon got home that afternoon he immediately changed out of his pilot’s uniform into torn, faded jeans that hugged his butt lovingly, and a tight black T-shirt that molded the contoured landscape of his abs. When he walked into the office, she just gaped at him, letting her eyes travel up and down his magnificent male body. Geez! These men were sex on a stick! So goddamn yummy! How had she gotten so lucky?
He laughed, that easy, throaty laugh they all had. The one that rolled through her like rumbling thunder, making her body shimmer and quiver with lustful anticipation. “Like what you see, darlin’?” he asked.
She bit her cheek to keep from smiling, letting one shoulder lift in a lofty shrug while she appeared to be examining her fingernails. The ones Ash had carefully painted with bright red polish not two hours earlier. “You’re beginning to grow on me.”
With that, he’d picked her up, practically run with her up both flights of stairs from the basement up to their bedroom. He’d thrown her unceremoniously down on the bed and plopped down on top of her, ravishing her with a series of open-mouthed, tongue-thrusting, rapturous kisses that drugged her senses and left both of them breathing heavily. He lowered his forehead to hers, trying to catch his breath. His heart was pounding so hard, he feared it would explode. “Christ, darlin’,” he whispered when he was finally able to speak, “you are the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet. I can’t believe you’re actually ours. God, I missed you so much today!”
“You were only gone for, like, seven hours,” she pointed out, lifting her hand to curve her fingers around the back of his head, shaping his skull and holding him still while she sent her lips on a foray of her own over his eyes, down his cheeks, along the strong, square line of his jaw.
“More like seven lifetimes,” he swore. ‘I could hardly wait to get home so I could see for myself that you were real and that I hadn’t made you up.”
“Oh, she’s real, all right,” Ash said, startling both of them because neither realized he’d entered the room right behind them. He plopped down on the bed beside Kylie and reached under her knit top to palm her breast, dragging his palm across her hard nipple and making her squirm. “Did you find what you were looking for in Richmond?” he asked his brother.
“You bet I did,” Simon crowed, reaching under the pillow and bringing out a small, rectangular box. “Stainless steel with a genuine ruby. Picked out the stone myself. Nothin’ but the best for our Little Bit.” He held up something that looked like…
Oh, my God! It looks just like a butt plug! Kylie’s gasp was followed by a hard swallow as she stared at the smooth silver plug transfixed by the enormous red stone sparkling up at her from the flat end. That was a real ruby? I must have cost an absolute fortune!
“C’mon, Ash.” Simon rolled her over onto her belly, “let’s get her ready. I can’t wait to see this decoratin’ her lovely little ass.”
While Simon removed her shorts, top, and panties, leaving her naked on the bed, Ash went into the closet, returning with a red cotton sleeveless, scoop-necked dress decorated with white piping and a white-beaded border around the neckline.
Where did that come from? I don’t even remember trying that one on! “Wait. That’s not one of the dresses I picked out,” she said, confusion on her face.
“I know, baby.” Ash gave her a sheepish grin. “I might have…bought a few more than just the four you selected.”
“Uh-huh. And exactly how many is ‘a few’? Exactly?” she repeated, striving to inject a note of sternness into her voice, but failing miserably. Hard to be stern when she was swept away by the scope and sweetness of his generosity.
“Um…”
“Sorry. Um is not an answer. Tell me. Or there will be consequences.”
He gave her a bratty sub pout. “All of them,” he said, injecting a trace of bratty sub defiance into his voice.
“What?” She couldn’t keep the exclamation from bursting out of her mouth. “Holy shit! That has to be at least, what, two dozen dresses?”
“Twenty-nine. Exactly.”
“Summer’s going to be over before I can even wear them all! Unless I change clothes three times a day.”
“Hands and knees, darlin’,” Simon instructed, settling the dress question by ignoring it completely. “I’m gonna lube you up and put this in. You will wear it until we take it out tonight. Even if you’re still a little sore from last night, this plug is so smooth, it should slide right in. It’ll just give you a nice feelin’ of fullness. And every movement your body makes will keep you pleasurably stimulated sexually.”
“Right. ’Cause if there’s one thing I’m not getting enough of at the Hot, Hunky, Bad-Ass Commando Spa, it’s sexual stimulation.”
Simon just laughed. Fitting the head of the tube to her anus, he gave it a squeeze, squirting a generous amount of the slick gel up into her passage. Then he slowly inserted his index finger, wind-milling it around inside the tight space, widening her, preparing her for the size of the plug. He added a second finger, stretching her even more, making her groan at the unholy pleasure his movements gave her. “God, darlin’, I sure do love your ass.” Removing his fingers, he smeared lube on the plug, making it so slick that when he presented it to her dark pucker, it just slipped right in, so fast
she didn’t feel anything beyond a momentary pinching sensation followed by a heavy fullness. Her upper body slumped to the bed and she lay there, trying to regulate her breathing as Simon wiped the excess lube off of her skin, being careful to dance his fingers around her clit, making her groan. Then he drew back, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands. “Oh, baby, you should see how gorgeous you look. That ruby is winkin’ up at me like a sparkly red eye.” He touched the plug, making it shift inside her anus, wrenching a shivery little moan from her throat. “This is the smallest size. I’ve also ordered the medium and the large, but they’re still at the store havin’ the stones set. They’ll be delivered by courier on Friday.”
After cleaning her up, Simon and Ash dressed her and carried her downstairs to watch a movie while they waited for Caleb to get home with dinner. She had barely felt the plug that entire time.
But she certainly felt it now, sitting at the kitchen table, eating eggplant parmesan. Felt its weight. Felt its girth stretching and filling her anal passage. Felt it shift inside her every time she moved.
As Simon had lowered her into her seat, Ash had pulled her full, flirty skirt out from underneath her, placing her bare ass on the plain wooden chair they brought in for her. Every time she changed position, the plug moved inside her and the jewel clicked against the seat, causing the breath to shudder from her lungs. The constant clenching of both her anal and vaginal muscles had sent her arousal soaring into the stratosphere, and she knew she was going to leave a great big, sticky wet spot on the chair seat.
Simon sat watching the various expressions play across her face, grinning at her like a loon. God, he loved knowing she was wearing a plug in her ass. There was just something about the way a woman moved when she was plugged. And he loved even more that he’d been the one to put it there. He was also the one who was going to take it out and replace it with his cock. Oh, yeah, I’m definitely a kinky bastard. His groin tightened and his eyes crossed. He could hardly wait.
“You seem a little restless tonight, sugar,” Caleb remarked with feigned innocence, studying her through narrowed lids as he folded his linen napkin and laid it carefully beside his empty plate. “You got something on your mind?”
Simon and Ash sniggered.
“Or would it be more accurate to say, ‘up your butt’?”
Kylie’s face heated, staining her cheeks a nice shade of pink, making all three men groan. “Oh, my God, baby,” Ash exclaimed, “you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you blush. Same shade as your pussy, too. I’m so glad we can make you do that.”
Caleb rose. “I’m gonna go shower and change. I’ll meet you downstairs. Kylie, sugar, pick out a movie you’d like to watch. Sorry we don’t have any what you might call ‘chick flicks’. We’ll have to order some. And I promise you we’ll watch ‘em with you,” he added sternly, giving Simon and Ash a pointed look as they were about to groan. “Won’t we, guys.” It was not a question.
As it turned out, she picked an older movie with Louis Gossett, Jr. and Sean Astin, called Toy Soldiers. “For some reason, I just love this movie,” she said, turning over the remote to Caleb. “Sean Astin kicks ass!” She laughed. “I also love Hard to Kill. I guess sometimes I just need a little gratuitous violence,” she explained with a shrug.
“Our little sub is bloodthirsty,” Ash chortled as he and Simon settled down on the couch. “Who would have thought it?”
Kylie was lying on her side, her head pillowed on the cushiony arm. Her hip was nestled in Caleb’s lap, between his legs. Her legs were stretched out over Simon’s and Ash’s laps. The entire time they were watching the movie, both Caleb’s and Ash’s hands were playing in her cleft, twisting the plug, thrusting it slowly in and out, circling her clit until she was panting and writhing at the pleasure they were giving her. The tension in her body was ramping up with every stroke, every touch. Then, abruptly, their hands departed, leaving her bereft. Abandoned. Barely breathing as she tried to tuck her jangled nerve endings back into place while the orgasm they had been building withered away and died. Shit. She needed to come in the worst possible way. Simon pulled her up to sit on his lap while Caleb paused the move and he and Ash got up.
“Where are you going?” Her voice was little more than a plaintive wail. She was having difficulty focusing. Her need to come gripped her with sharp claws, outweighing every other need in her body. Were they going to just leave her here like this? Weak with wanting?
“Just over here to make popcorn” Caleb said from the bar at the other end of the room. You want a beer, sugar?”
“Coke if you have it.”
The soft percussive sounds and delectable smell of corn popping wafted over to the sofa, making Kylie’s mouth water.
Caleb handed three beers across the counter to Simon, then followed him back into the theater area carrying Kylie’s Coke and a huge bowl of popcorn, which he set in Kylie’s lap so they could all reach it.
“”No. No. I don’t want to get butter all over my beautiful new dress,” she warned. “Bring me a towel or something.”
“’S okay, darlin’,” Simon said. “We’ll just buy you another one.”
But Caleb went back to get a bar towel, which he placed over her lap under the bowl. “That better?”
“Yes.” She lifted her head to see him smiling down at her. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“You are more than welcome, sugar.” He placed a quick kiss on her forehead before plopping back down beside her, reaching into the bowl and tossing several kernels of fluffy popcorn into his mouth. Simon popped the top and handed her the soda can. Caleb re-started the movie and they watched the rest of it munching on popcorn and drinking their beers and soda. After it ended, they had a lively discussion about what other things they’d seen the head terrorist in. “Law and Order, SVU,” Kylie said. “He was an exotic animal smuggler.”
“Lost,” Caleb said.
“Highlander,” Ash chimed in.
“Oh, I love Highlander!” Kylie said.
“You watched Highlander?” Caleb asked, surprised.
“Oh, yeah. Adrian Paul, God, what a hunk!” Oops. She realized her mistake as soon as she noticed that they were all staring at her, eyebrows arched. “Well,” she waffled, crossing her arms over her chest and hunching one shoulder up around her ear. “I used to think he was a hunk. But then, of course, I met you guys. Now he’s just…pfffft!” She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “If I passed him on the street tomorrow, I wouldn’t even give him a second glance.”
They all laughed, making her laugh too. The three men stood up and Caleb bent to pick her up. “Come on, sugar. Let’s get you to bed.”
She sighed and draped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, sugar,” was his whispered response. He nuzzled her neck as he walked her up the stairs. “I want to spend the rest of my life tellin’ you that so you never, ever doubt it.”
He sat her on the edge of the bed shifting the plug in her ass and making her gasp. He undressed while Ash unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it off over her head.
She looked around. “Where’s Simon?”
“He’s cleaning off your seat on the couch. As soon as you’re back on your feet that will be your job, yeah?”
Holy crap. “Yeah.”
“Hands and knees, baby. I’ve been playin’ with your new jewelry all evenin’, now I want to see it.”
She rolled over onto her side then up onto her hands and knees as ordered.
“Spread your legs, sugar.” Caleb stepped up behind her and bent to place a kiss on each ass cheek, on either side of her crease, before placing his lips right on the ruby covering her anus. “God, sugar that is so fuckin’ beautiful. You are so fuckin’ beautiful. Just knowin’ you’re wearin’ that is enough to keep me hard all day long. How does it feel?”
“It—actually, it’s very comfortable, although I’m always aware that it’s there.
“That’s p
art of its purpose,” Simon said. “To keep you constantly aware of your body, especially those parts that give you pleasure. We want you conscious of what you’re feelin’ at all times. Constantly anticipatin’ the pleasure we’ll be givin’ you.”
Oh, goodie. If she was this needy with a small plug, she couldn’t even begin to imagine the torment awaiting her when they made her wear the larger ones. Or a vibrating one! Holy shit! “Basically, it just feels heavy. But every time I move, it moves. My muscles clench around it and it makes me want—”She broke off, biting her lip.
“You want…what?”
Her cheeks heated. “To come.”
Simon laughed. “Then it’s doing exactly what it’s designed to do. It’s givin’ you pleasure.”
“Yeah. If hours of constant sexual stimulation with no relief can be referred to as pleasure,” she snarked.
“Well,” Caleb said, “you’re lucky it’s only for a few hours. Some Doms require their subs to stay sexually stimulated without bein’ given a climax for a lot longer than that. Like days, for instance. Or even weeks.”
Whoa! She gulped. Weeks! Holy shit! Being constantly stimulated and never being allowed to come? Fuck, no! I’d never survive that! “That’s—that’s torture.”
“Relax, sugar. We have no intention of torturin’ you. Well…maybe a little bit,” he joked. “Besides, accordin’ to my brothers, you have more than earned your orgasms tonight. And we can’t wait to give them to you. But, no penetration tonight, other than the plug, which we will leave in to enhance your pleasure. We used you pretty hard last night and I know you’re probably a little sore.”
“A little?” She smiled. “You mean like Shaquille O’Neal is a little tall?
He laughed. “Yup. Exactly like that. Crawl up to the head of the bed, baby, and lie down. It’s time to give you your reward.”
They took turns taunting her, teasing her, touching her. Tantalizing her with sweeps and flicks of their tongues on her lips, her nipples, her clit, her anus. Tormenting her, taking her up and over the edge time after time until she was writhing and sobbing and begging for mercy.
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