by Mia Ashlinn
Landon’s eyes widened, his lips quirking and capturing her attention. “You’re naked.” He chuckled. “You planned to fuck us all along.”
“Of course,” she retorted, widening her legs and giving them a glimpse of her drenched cunt. “You two are going to make asses out of yourselves, and I will make a bitch out of myself, too. We just have to keep each other in check. Then, when everything is all better, we get to have smoking hot makeup sex. Or, if we can’t wait that long, we can have fiery fuck sessions.”
Shane surveyed her, his gaze skimming over her body from the roots of her black-and-orange hair to the neon blue tips of her polished toes. As the heat his eyes emitted sped through the air and singed the places they touched, she squirmed.
Shane paused briefly at her swollen breasts and her weeping pussy before roaming back up to her face again. He smirked. “Why do I have the feeling that you are going to get revenge on us with that magnificent body of yours, Katie-Anne?”
The visible arousal building in his dark, sensual demeanor sent shards of pleasure to her cunt, and her nipples beaded tightly with need. God I want him. God I want them both.
Disregarding the sweetest ache in her pussy and the tormenting throb of her nipples, she focused on her retributory plans and not the lust mounting inside her. “Because you know me well,” she answered.
“You do realize that I will punish you if you go too far with this?” Shane queried. The sinful grin he sent her way was enough to elicit a surge of juices from her quivering pussy. The sticky fluid flowed out of her in an embarrassingly large rush, streaming down between her crack and settling beneath her.
“I’m counting on it,” she quipped.
“Then bring it on,” Shane said, the challenge evident in his tone and his piercing gaze. “I want to see how far you take this before I snap.”
Landon snorted. “It won’t take long, Sir.”
Pivoting his head to the side, Shane glared at Landon with a distinct warning in his warm brown eyes. “You might want to behave, Landon,” he cautioned. “I won’t hesitate to discipline you when I discipline her.”
“Now, boys,” Katie-Anne murmured, cutting off the two men’s distracting discussion. “This is my show, not yours. So get naked and haul your fine asses over there.” Pointing at the upright chairs she’d jogged downstairs to get a few minutes before they’d arrived, she observed the men’s reaction.
Much to her surprise, Shane and Landon listened to her. Getting off the bed, they shed any of their remaining clothing then moved to where she’d told them. Each of them grumbled, obviously not appreciating her tone, but still did what she’d said.
Oh fucking well. It sucks to be you two. Katie-Anne stood then skirted around the bed. She made her way over to Shane and Landon but stopped several feet in front of them. Flashing what she hoped was a sultry smile, she ran her hands over her abdomen and slithered them up her ribcage to her breasts. Cupping the underside of the throbbing globes, she flicked her nipples, one at a time. “I feel like dancing for you,” she purred, taking her voice down a few notches and turning it into a sultry tone. “But first, I need some music.”
With a sensual smile, she released her breasts and gave them her back before sauntering over to the CD player on the table by the window. Swaying her hips deliberately, she fought the urge to turn around to see her husbands’ reaction to her seductive scene. “I think I have the perfect song.”
Sliding the switch to the right, she turned on the CD player then punched the play button eagerly. The first line of Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard pervaded the quiet room, the strong beat and deliciously naughty lyrics enveloping her and carrying her away.
Keeping her back to them, Katie-Anne spread her legs shoulder-width apart and turned her feet out. She closed her eyes, allowing the music to wash over her heated skin then drew a sensuous circle with her hips. She bent her knees and seductively lowered herself to the ground, going as far as her body physically allowed before rising again.
She slid her hands underneath the hair at the nape of her neck then pulled the strands upward. Without slowing her suggestive dance moves, she released her hair and allowed it to cascade back down. She circled her hips, taking small steps and rotating until she faced both of her husbands.
Shane and Landon sat on their chairs with their eyes glued to her as they stroked each other’s engorged cocks. Seeing them openly jerk each other off held her spellbound, and she couldn’t seem to pull her eyes off them. Instead of uselessly trying to look away, she admired the way they glided their hands up each other’s thick shafts then down again.
Helpless to the hedonistic urge to finger-fuck herself, she coasted her own hand across the silky skin of her abdomen before straying downward until she reached her desperate cunt. Locking her gaze with Shane’s, she slipped her fingers between the labia. As she brushed her pulsating clitoris, she arched her back and moaned. Then, using her fingernail, she flicked the engorged nubbin—once, twice, three times—then pinched it carefully and rolled it around in a torturously slow motion. By the time she drifted past her clitoris then drove two fingers inside her cunt, she trembled fiercely.
Pumping her fingers inside her juicy cunt, Katie-Anne took pleasure from the warm, satiny tissues rippling around her digit. As the arousal pumping through her veins overwhelmed her senses, her eyes drooped then drifted closed.
She sucked in one breath after another, attempting to get herself back under control, but the image of her men’s colossal cocks replacing her fingers was too much for her mind to handle.
Forcing her eyes open, she focused on them stroking each other rather than the fantasies filling her head. When that plan didn’t work, she gave up on calming herself. Instead, she flashed Shane a come-hither smile and whispered, “I wish my fingers were your big, hard cock. I want you to be the one fucking me, not my hand.”
“Then get over here,” he ordered.
Katie-Anne shook her head and licked her lips. “No. I’m not done yet.”
Shane grunted. “Then get on with it. I’m quickly losing my patience.”
With a sigh, she slid her two fingers out of her pussy then trailed the wet tips up her mound, passed her stomach, through the hollow between her tingling breasts, and kept going until she reached her neck. Throwing her head back, she continued her path—going up and up—until she reached her lips.
Finally arriving at her destination, she lowered her head until they had a good view of her face. Then she glided one finger across her bottom lip before moving to her top.
Her husbands groaned, but she continued her teasing. With a grin, she met Landon’s blue eyes and opened her mouth before she dipped one cream-coated finger inside. Sucking on it, she hummed then pulled it from between her parted lips and murmured, “My pussy tastes so good.” Snaking her tongue out, she licked her second finger in a long, lone swipe. “Want to taste, Landon?”
“Fuck yes,” Landon responded immediately. “I want to taste, lick, and then fuck.”
Katie-Anne strolled across the room, stopping just shy of Landon. She spun around then bent over and braced her hands on her knees, giving them a prime view of her pussy and ass. “Lick me,” she commanded. “Taste me. Fuck me with your tongue.”
“You’re pushing,” Shane muttered in a raspy voice. “Be careful, little one.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” she retorted.
Both men chuckled darkly.
“You should be,” Landon said.
“You better be,” Shane corrected.
“Well, I’m not,” she informed them fiercely. “I’m waiting, Landon.”
Grunting, Landon leaned forward and smacked her ass, causing her to jump in surprise. “What was that for?” she demanded.
“You may be allowed to have some control tonight, but you are not the boss in the bedroom and neither am I,” Landon stated, enunciating his words noticeably. “Shane is.”
Katie-Anne snorted. Not tonight. I’m in charge, fellas. And don’t you forget
it.
She must have said the words aloud because both men growled and released the cocks in their hands then got to their feet. Stalking the few steps it took for him to get her, Landon hauled her into his arms then stormed straight toward the bed. Reaching the bottommost corner, he dropped her onto the mattress.
“Hey,” she squealed, scooting to the top of the bed without taking her eyes off the furious-looking Landon. “I wasn’t done.”
“Yes you were,” Shane informed her from somewhere behind Landon. “Between your demands and the metal handcuffs hiding in the basket by the CD player, you are most definitely done.”
What the hell? She gasped. “How did you know that I had those?”
Appearing next to Landon, Shane arched his eyebrow. “Because I know you. The moment you said you were going to make us pay with your body, I started searching. A mere lap dance—no matter how hot—wouldn’t be enough punishment for us. You would crave more. Besides, two sets of handcuffs won’t fit into that basket so I can fucking see them, and the light from the lamp is reflecting off the metal.”
Damn it. She huffed. “You just had to ruin my fun.”
“Little one,” Shane said, sounding predatory and pissed off, as he prowled over to her and joined her on the bed. “You would not have had any fun if you handcuffed me to anything or anyone. I can guarantee that.”
Thinking about it, she realized he was probably right. Binding her dominant husband would end in her punished. And, knowing him, he wouldn’t allow her to enjoy a second of it. There were certain things you didn’t do to an alpha male, and that was one of them.
Landon strolled around the bed, taking the longer way around, and said, “I have a feeling you’re going to regret your decision to even try toying with our husband here.” But, rather than getting on the bed as she’d expected, he disappeared into the walk-in closet.
Keeping a cautious eye on Shane, Katie-Anne agreed, “I have a feeling you’re right.”
Chapter 32
Rocking back on his heels, Landon perused the numerous sexy toys in the master closet. He started at the tip-top shelf then worked his way down to the bottom in search of one particular item.
Scanning over the restraint section then the impact play items, he found exactly what he’d been looking for amongst the dildos and vibes—a strap-on bullet. Only this baby wasn’t any old clit stimulator. This was an amped up version that Shane had asked one of Deke’s employees to create exclusively for Katie-Anne.
The gadget genius known as Wyatt Thorpe had taken his job as creative mastermind seriously. What had started out as an ordinary bullet had morphed into an exemplary tool for disciplining a bratty sub. The voice activated, remote-controlled toy had been tweaked into a diabolical instrument of torture then covered with an unassuming bird-shaped sleeve, just to mask its sinister powers. The smooth, rubbery covering came complete with not only a head, body, and tail but also a beak and wings. Wyatt, you’re a God.
Landon scooped up the vibrator then spun around and sped out of the closet. As soon as he crossed the threshold, his eyes sought Katie-Anne and Shane on the bed.
While he’d been gone, Shane had covered Katie-Anne’s body with his, blanketing her tenderly. Only, the kiss he was delivering to her lips was anything but sweet.
From where Landon stood, he could see the carnality passing from Shane’s mouth to Katie-Anne’s, and he could feel the intense passion radiating around them. Shane’s muscular form overpowered the softness of her svelte body, but she didn’t seem daunted in the least.
Writhing beneath Shane, Katie-Anne clawed his back then slid her hands down to cup his ass. In response, Shane arched and threw his head back with a groan.
“I’m not regretting my decision yet,” she razzed Shane with a mischievous cat-like grin. “Can’t you handle punishing a little thing like me?”
Shane growled. Rolling over onto his back, he pulled Katie-Anne on top of him, just as Landon stormed across the room. He dropped the toy in his hand as he barreled for his spouses.
By the time Landon was in touching distance of his spouses, he held nothing. His hands were free to hoist Katie-Anne up into his arms and off Shane’s aroused body. And that was precisely what he did.
Landon yanked her up and threw her over his shoulder, somehow retaining a gentle enough hand to soften his movements so that he didn’t hurt her by accident. Then he transported her over to the chair he’d been sitting in earlier. Flipping her upright, he sat her down in it.
She grunted adorably, her pinched face glaring him down. “What the fuck?”
Coming up behind Landon, Shane tapped him on the ass. “She wanted to be punished,” he commented. “We’re just giving her what she wanted. Correct?”
Landon nodded. “Correct.”
“All right then,” Shane said then stalked Katie-Anne, circling her and circling her. She watched him as best she could but, after a few rotations, she gave up and looked at the ground.
Stopping behind her, Shane ran his hands over her shoulders before guiding them down to her breasts. He cupped one in each of his strong hands then kissed the top of her head. “Well, little one, you’re going to get punished.”
Peering over her head at Landon, Shane’s piercing eyes glittered ominously as he asked, “Did you get it?”
The primitive gleam to Shane’s eyes drove Landon’s arousal to the roof, and he warred with the desire to bend over, pull his ass cheeks apart, and beg his husband to fuck him savagely. Yet he held on—by the thinnest thread. “Of course, I did.”
“Good,” Shane growled as he resumed his circular prowl around Katie-Anne. “That is very good because I have big plans for our vexing wife. She made a choice to top from bottom, and I think we need to teach her a few things”—he paused—“like who the hell tops her.”
Katie-Anne gave a haughty huff. “I know who tops me,” she snapped as her eyes shot up and stared straight at Landon.
“Could have fooled me,” Shane shot back at her but frowned at him. “What about you?”
“Yeah, she says she is submissive,” Landon said, “but I think she likes to forget on occasion, especially when it is good for her.”
“You have to be kidding me,” she fussed as she stood to her feet. “You guys pissed me off. I was paying your stupid asses back for that.”
“No, you weren’t paying us back for pissing you off. You were being a spoiled sub,” Shane countered. He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed with enough force to get her to sit back down where she had been just moments before. “You were using our guilt to top us because you knew we would let you get away with it since we felt badly for upsetting you.”
“How do you see that?” Katie-Anne asked but a tell-tale blush crept into her exotic face. “I’m submissive. I want to have a Dom, not be a Domme.”
When she averted her eyes, Landon knew that they had pegged her perfectly. Their wife wanted to try switching, only that wasn’t happening—for all their sakes.
“I think she has the wrong idea about Dominance and submission,” Landon said to Shane, whispering just loud enough that she couldn’t miss it. “A Dom is a Dom. A sub is a sub. A switch is a switch. And, in our relationship, we all have our places.”
Katie-Anne gasped. “I resent that. I know where I belong.”
“Of course you do, kitten,” Shane told her too-sweetly.
Shane’s next words fueled the fire, making Landon want to laugh at the irate expression on their wife’s face. “Well, I personally think she needs to be taught—a lot,” he muttered, “and I have more than one idea of how to do it. But today, I think she needs to learn what teasing feels like.”
“I know what teasing feels like,” she snapped.
Shane chuckled darkly. “I’m sure you think you do, but I’m going to show you what real teasing feels like.”
“H—h—how are you going to do that?” she asked Shane. When he didn’t respond, she glanced at Landon. “W—what’s he going to do to me?”
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br /> “Oh, nothing, little one,” Shane answered for Landon. “I’m not going to do a damn thing to you. That’s the point. I’m going to fuck Landon, and you are going to sit in that chair and watch.”
She snorted. “Yeah right. How are you going to make me sit here and watch you?”
“He won’t have to make you sit and watch,” Landon informed her. “because—”
“Your pretty ass is going to be restrained to the goddamn chair.” As soon as Shane finished Landon’s sentence, he latched onto Katie-Anne’s wrists and jerked them behind her. She winced but said nothing.
Lifting her head high, she looked down her nose at Landon. “Looks like he is going to need your help handcuffing me or tying me or what the fuck ever he has planned.”
Turning a deaf ear to her smart-mouth ways, Landon crossed the area separating him from Shane. He took over for Shane, holding her wrists in a stronghold as his husband retrieved the hidden handcuffs then imprisoned her to the chair with them. When they were done, Shane grabbed the back of Landon’s neck and jerked him forward. Their mouths met for an unrestrained kiss. But, as quickly as it started, they ended it.
“Get the bird,” Shane ordered, and Landon listened. He plucked the tiny, bird-shaped vibrator off the floor then started to hand it off to Shane. But Shane stopped him with the wave of a hand. “Strap it on her then put the remote control on the bed while I get a bottle of lube.”
Landon nodded and followed his orders. Amazingly, Katie-Anne didn’t fight him. Instead, she smirked up at him and said, “You can’t control a bullet while you’re fucking each other. I highly doubt that turning on something that small will have enough power to even make my pussy wet.”
Landon snorted. “You’re pussy is already wet,” he told her as he lowered one hand to her cunt. Thrusting three fingers inside her once, he twisted his wrist then retreated. He dangled his cream-coated digits in front of her face. “See.”
She frowned at him and spat, “Asshole.”
“I see you don’t believe me,” he said. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”
