Our Rules

by Jennifer Kacey

“Sorta,” Tabitha answered with a laugh.

  “Excellent. When you two are ready. I’ll leave it up to you guys.” Duke unzipped his jeans, tugged them open and pulled his cock out, fucking his hand as his eyes rolled back in his head. “I’ll just be over here entertaining myself.”

  Tabitha’s sigh whispered across the head of Michael’s cock, and Michael turned around to glance at her just as she peeked her tongue out to lick another drop of pre-cum off the tip of his dick.

  “Oh, and sit on your hands, Tabby,” Duke told her. “They’ll be out of the way, and I like the idea of you having to work to get his junk. You’re so tasty.”

  Excitement seemed to race through her as she lifted her hips and followed instructions.

  Michael leaned over her, planting one hand on the far side of her head, leaving the second free to rub across her tits and abdomen and wet, wet pussy.

  “Aren’t you worried he’s going to hit you?” Tabitha asked as she licked his balls.

  “If I was worried about him hitting me, then he sure as hell wouldn’t be allowed near you with any kind of weapon.” He pushed two fingers in her sex and pulled them free to take a taste.

  “Amen to that,” Duke added.

  As he looked back up to Tabitha’s face Michael could have taken on the devil himself and won. The expression in her eyes would have felled a lesser man.

  “No one but the best touches you, baby. Ever.” He smoothed pussy juice around one nipple then the other. “Ready to play?”

  She wiggled and moved her feet around. “No. Yes. Kind of. No,” she added with a shout. She bounced her legs back and forth. “Get started before I change my mind.”

  Michael latched onto one of her nipples with a viselike grip and fed his cock into her mouth when it opened in shock, or pain, or pleasure, or some combination of all three.

  “Mmm, mmm,” Tabitha moaned as she sucked on Michael’s cock.

  He pinched harder and harder until she popped off with her first, “Please, Michael.”

  As Michael let go, the air sizzled as Duke yanked up his arm and brought it down, making the first stripe vertically on her stomach.

  Tabitha squealed and Michael used her open mouth to feed his cock back inside again. She snaked out her wicked little tongue as he squeezed her other nipple. He wondered if she did it to distract herself from the pain as he pinched harder. He thought about asking her, but she’d always said it was so rude to talk with her mouth full. He certainly didn’t want that.

  He grinned and gave her a little more.

  Popping off again, she yelled. “Please, Michael.” Her eyes on him when she said it? Her gaze? Damn.

  Duke brought the end of the dragontail down on her stomach again. This stripe was a little bit diagonal to the first.

  Michael thought it took just a second for the pain to register and Tabitha arched off the bed, off her hands. She huffed and grunted her way through it then actively sought his cock again. That she wanted him to distract her from the pain turned him on hardcore.

  His dick jerked. “You keep that up and I’m gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours.”

  “Good,” she mumbled around his shaft then closed her eyes again.

  “Fuck, you guys are hot,” Duke exhaled.

  Tabitha closed her lips over the head of Michael’s dick and she bobbed along it as Michael lightly touched the raised marks on her stomach.

  “Ungf.” The noises she made with him in her mouth. Fuck.

  Trailing his fingers up along her ribs and over the swell of her breast, he waited for her muscles to tighten in anticipation.

  He hated to disappoint his girl, so he rubbed over her nipple for a second then latched on hard.

  She didn’t last five seconds before she pulled off and gasped, “Please, Michael. Pleas—”

  The end of the whip sliced through the air, snapping on her skin as Duke left another mark. This one made it look almost like a Z.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tabitha cursed.

  She shifted on the bed and Michael grabbed her hair with one hand and shoved his dick inside her mouth. He latched on to her other nipple again. Soft, hard, soft, hard, hard, harder. Fucking her throat while she tried not to move away from either of them flipped some kind of switch inside him.

  He yanked her off when she gagged and gasped for breath, not once relaxing the grip he had on her tit.

  “Please, Michael,” she begged before he released her, got both fists in her hair and worked his dick back inside her mouth.

  The whistle and snap of the whip sounded far off to Michael as he face-fucked his wife. Her scream around his shaft nearly triggered his orgasm.

  “Open your eyes,” Duke ordered as he shoved his jeans lower on his hips. He ripped off his black T-shirt, tossed it onto the floor and crawled between her thighs.

  Tabitha’s eyelids fluttered open and she tried to look sideways at Duke as he ripped open a condom package and rolled it on.

  “No. At your husband.”

  Her gaze immediately flipped up to his, ensnaring Michael with her stare. Her eyes were dilated with pain and pleasure.

  “He’s the reason I get to do this.” Duke pushed in deep. “So tight. Fuck.” Duke fucked into her and it jostled her mouth on Michael’s dick.

  “Jesus,” Michael mumbled.

  “You make Michael come and I’m gonna come, but you first, Tabby.”

  Michael relaxed one of his fists so he could use his fingers to tease her very red nipples. He glanced to the side as Duke used one hand to lift the hood off Tabitha’s clit. Then he licked his thumb and rubbed it back and forth on her sensitive nub.

  Groans from deep inside her broke free each time she took a breath, and a few seconds later she started to come. Her body jerked, her breathing got choppy and she twitched one of her hands. The one closest to Michael.

  He thought maybe she was going to push one of them away.

  No.

  Instead, she reached beneath him and cupped his balls. A whisper of sensation across the taut skin of his sac and he couldn’t fight it any more.

  Lightning zapped down his spine and up from the pits of some ethereal place called nirvana, and pleasure exploded from the tip of his cock.

  Tabitha gagged once when it hit her in the back of the throat.

  He tried to pull out, because the sensations were almost too much, but she half twisted on the bed and used both hands to hold his hips to her.

  She greedily drank him down as Duke grunted between her thighs. “Fuck,” Duke cursed as his rhythm seemed to stutter.

  Michael knew exactly how Duke felt as he closed his eyes and let his wife drain him dry.

  After Tabitha sucked the last of the cum from his balls, she collapsed back onto the bed and he fell next to her.

  He pulled her against his side with her head on his chest as Duke stumbled off the bed. “That is some kind of magic pussy you got going on there, Tabby.”

  “And a magic mouth. Don’t forget the magic mouth,” Michael added with a shake of his head. “Magic everything.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her mouth before they collapsed again.

  “You guys are the magic. Oh, my God. I think I finally understand that phrase la petite mort now. I’m pretty sure I died a little when I came.”

  Sounded like Duke disposed of the condom in the bathroom and washed up before collapsing on the bed on the other side of Tabby. He rubbed himself on her hip for a second then relaxed. “Holy shit,” he huffed out. “You guys should so totally move back to Kansas.”

  They laughed and Michael kissed Tabitha on the forehead and held her close.

  They all three lay there on the bed for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath.

  Tabitha was actually the first one to speak. “You never hit my pussy, Duke.”

  “Of course not. But you thought I was going to. And I got to stare as your pretty pussy got wetter and wetter, and you were ready for me as soon as you took the last hit. Great game, huh?”

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p; “Epic game, brother.”

  Duke stretched and settled with his hands behind his head. “I aim to please.” He smiled. “Have either of you noticed what it is?”

  “What, what is?” Tabitha asked as she stretched.

  “The mark on your stomach. It’s a present.”

  “A present?” she asked as she and Michael both shifted so they could see the raised marks. “It’s an M,” Tabitha whispered, completely in awe.

  “Exactly. My present to you guys for the collaring and working everything out. ‘Cause you’re awesome people and you deserve happiness. Shit tons of it.”

  “Leave it to you to find the perfect present.” Michael ran his fingers over the marks, making Tabby shudder.

  As Duke moved off the bed and went into the bathroom, Michael positioned himself between Tabitha’s thighs so he could see it right side up. His cock jerked back to life, filling with an all-consuming need to possess her. He needed to fuck her. Needed it.

  Running his cockhead around her wet pussy, he then pushed in semi-hard. He couldn’t wait. Not anymore. He needed her.

  Almost instantly his cock filled, and he thrust inside over and over, feeling every inch of naked flesh within the walls of her slick sex. Knowing he was the only one who might fuck her without a condom again lit a possessive fire inside him. Mine, he wanted to growl, but he only let a little snarl out instead.

  What did Tabitha do?

  She purred.

  Duke came out of the bathroom and headed to the side of the bed Tabitha was on. He bent over and licked her sore nipples, making her squeak. “I’m getting out of here before I catch your matrimonial bliss. Michael, lock the door behind me.” Duke kissed Tabitha on the mouth and lingered for a second. “Ugh. No. Bliss encroaching.” He grabbed Michael by the arm and literally pulled him away. “I’ll call you guys tomorrow and we can eat dinner before I fly back. Bella Luna?” Duke asked with a grin over Michael’s shoulder at Tabitha. “I feel the need to add a little of my magic to your favorite restaurant. You dirty girl.”

  Michael chuckled and tried not to growl at his best friend.

  “Sounds like a date,” Tabitha answered.

  “Sweet.” Duke grabbed Michael by the back of the neck and pulled him close to whisper in his ear, “Luckiest man ever. Don’t you forget it again.”

  “I won’t.” Michael pushed him off and opened the door, trying his best to keep his junk hidden as Duke grabbed his bag.

  “Bye, beautiful,” he called to Tabitha with a wink.

  She stretched, her legs flopping open, revealing her well-used pussy and a peak at an ass that was all his to do with as he pleased. “Bye, Duke.”

  Duke saluted Michael and headed out with a wink.

  Michael vaguely noticed how dark it had gotten as he shut and locked the door. He was back on the bed in less than five seconds.

  “Inside you. I have to be inside you.”

  “Need. You,” Tabitha admitted as if she couldn’t catch her breath.

  Everything else around them disappeared from his mind. All of it. The room, the furniture, Duke, everything.

  His desperation to get inside her showed as a small shot of clear fluid pulsed from his cock.

  Tabitha jerked and moaned as he lined the head of his cock up to her ass.

  “Fuck. Wait. Don’t want to hurt you.” He went to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squeezed a liberal amount on his hand and fisted his cock to spread it around. Back on the bed, he tossed the lube onto the other bed in case he needed it again.

  Lined up to her ass, he shoved her legs back, exposing her holes to him. His holes. With a growl, he pushed in until the head popped past her tight ring of muscles.

  Her nails dug into his thighs. He thought it was as she processed his pain. And pleasure. She thrashed her head back and forth, trying to fight the delicious agony, maybe, or the possession. Whatever it was, she took it, took him, as he slid in with one smooth thrust.

  “Can’t wait.” He put her ankles to his shoulders. “Hold on to me,” he told her as he grasped her thighs.

  She latched on to his wrists and held on. “Always,” was her answer.

  He rubbed a slick thumb across her clit. Her ass latched on to him as he pulled back out.

  “Not. Gonna. Take. Long,” she bit out as he fucked her.

  In and out, he fucked her. Loved her. Took her. “Me, either, baby.” He looked down at the M on her stomach and pleasure tingled in his balls all the way to the top of his head. “I love the way he marked you.”

  Seeing the mark, she smiled and her mouth fell open. “Oh, my gawd. It’s almost like a brand right now. With the raised skin.”

  “So hot. Don’t get any thoughts, though. A brand to your skin would do nothing but make me homicidal.”

  “No. Not a brand. But ink maybe?” She rubbed her lips together and glanced up at him.

  “Ink? Really?”

  She nodded a couple of times. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Maybe something cute and flowery and feminine, because it makes me feel sexy. Maybe something permanently declaring me as yours. Or some kind of cute couples tattoos we could both get if you were interested.”

  “Fuck. It just keeps happening.” He thrust faster, fucking into her because he had to give her his cum. He had to fill her.

  “What?” she gasped as her nails dug into his wrists.

  “Loving you more.” Thrusting into Tabitha’s ass, he relished every moment inside her. His balls sucked up tight to his body, more than ready to fill her with his cum. “I don’t think it can happen but it just does. Often.”

  “So, you like the idea of ink? On me?”

  “On us. Fuck. Love it so much. We’ll find something perfect for us and we’ll get it together. Holy shit, do I love our firsts.”

  “Me. Too,” she added as her ankles dug into his shoulders.

  He leaned forward, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. He slid his thumb on her clit, stimulating the hypersensitive bundle of nerves until her mouth fell open and her gaze locked with his.

  “Mine,” he growled as his first pump of cum jetted deep.

  “Yours,” she exhaled a second before she cried out, “I’m coming.”

  Michael’s nerve endings lit up on every inch of his body as if a supernova had ignited along his spine. Pleasure raced to his cock as he came in her spasming ass again and again. Maneuvering her legs beside him, he laid on top of her, gathering her close to be as connected as two people could be.

  He took her mouth and touched along her collar until he found the ring. Grabbing it with one finger, he trapped her next to him as she came on him and he inside her.

  She clung to his back and hips and hugged him to her.

  No other words were spoken as they moved together.

  None were needed.

  Several long minutes later, he ran his nose along the column of her throat and kissed beside the collar at her pulse point.

  Life, that was what she had become. A reason for living, for working and striving to be better. Because she deserved that for everything she gave him. Everything they were.

  Slowly he pulled out of her ass and she jerked.

  “So sensitive,” she moaned then giggled.

  Giggling after she came? He shook his head. She was his perfect mate. Just was. No question about it. “Be right back.”

  “Uhh…” was all he got back.

  He stumbled into the bathroom. He washed off his cock and wetted a hand towel with warm water. He cleaned her, too, and she seemed to watch him through sleepy eyes.

  After he turned the lights off, he collapsed back into bed and maneuvered the comforter above them in the dark.

  He gathered her close, face to face beneath the covers with nothing but love between them. Devotion. They moved closer, winding their legs together, and moonlight shining through the window bounced off one of the metal loops on her collar.

  He ran a finger through the loop and pulled her close
for a kiss. “I didn’t know,” he told her with a shake of his head.

  “Didn’t know what, my husband?” She relaxed against the pillow and ran her fingers over his skin.

  “How badly I needed this around your throat.”

  “So did I.”

  “And tomorrow I’m going to change number thirteen.”

  Her smile was brighter than the moon. “You are?”

  He nodded. “Can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”

  “What?”

  “I need you in it. Each night when you sleep. I’ll put it on you at night and I’ll remove it in the morning. I had no idea the meaning of possessive before I put this on you. Now I do. You’re mine and I’ll do everything in my power to take care of you for the rest of your life.”

  She sighed and wrapped her leg tighter around his. “There is nothing that can stop me from reveling in exactly what I am. What I’ve always been meant to be.”

  Michael palmed her cheek, staring into the eyes of the only woman he ever wanted to own. “Which is?”

  She sighed and shifted closer until her lips touched his. On a breath of air she tied herself to him for the rest of forever. “Yours.”

  Epilogue

  Michael

  Michael stepped into his favorite neighborhood kind of bar, scanning the inhabitants for Wes. Weeks had passed with no contact. Almost two months with nothing but clipped text messages and leaving him voicemails that had gone unanswered.

  He could admit to worrying about losing his friendship over his fuck-up months ago. Not that it was easy for him to say, but he was glad it had happened. And he was even more glad it had been Wes everything had gone down with.

  He could count on trusting Wes to tell him when he was being an asshole.

  He’d needed a big ole kick in the ass to get his priorities back on track. Money wasn’t his top priority. It couldn’t be. Not ever.

  Not when he had the sexiest wife on the planet who was completely devoted to him, in love with him. And all she asked in return was the same—devotion, acceptance, trust, freedom, love.

  Sharing her had always turned him on, but he’d wondered if it wasn’t something she’d done for him instead of with him. There was a very big distinction between the two and he hadn’t realized, until everything had crashed and burned, how much he’d needed it to be them in it together. And he did. Knowing she wanted it as badly as he did, craved it as badly as he did, turned him on so hard she was probably going to be sore for a couple of days.