by Tara Rose
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As Phil filled Eve’s tight asshole with more lube, he watched Knox’s face carefully. The emotion practically ran from his eyes all over the bed. If he wasn’t falling for Eve, right here and now, Phil would eat his cock ring. He hadn’t expected this. He should have, but he hadn’t. There was no way to stop it, or turn back time, or undo it. He’d eventually have to deal with it, but not right now. Right now he was dying to fuck his beautiful sub.
He slid his dick into her anus slowly, massaging her ass cheeks and lower back, muttering words of encouragement the way he always did when they had anal sex. She’d been surprisingly open to it early in their relationship, and he’d then learned that Darrin had never tried to do that to her. Phil was grateful for that because it gave him something special and intimate that he could introduce Eve to without having to work through bad associations and memories. It was the ultimate surrender, and they both loved it.
He felt her orgasm start, and when it did he slipped his hand underneath and helped it along with gentle stroking on her clit. She cried out and screamed, and as always, it made him feel like the most powerful man on the planet to know he could give her such exquisite pleasure. She was his whole world. How the hell would he be able to share her with any man, even if that man was Knox?
What the hell had he done here?
He pulled out and took off his cock ring and condom, and then he asked Knox if he wanted to fuck her in the ass again. Knox shook his head, so Phil cleaned her up with the wash cloth, and then he took off his cock ring and condom.
Knox removed his as well. “What do we do next?”
He was so unsure of himself, but at the same time, Eve had responded to him in a way that had surprised Phil. Knox had more natural Dom in him than he knew. “What do you want to do?”
Knox’s gaze roamed over Eve’s body, watching her shoulders rise and fall as her breathing slowed down, and then he grinned. “I think she needs her tits and pussy flogged, don’t you?”
Phil laughed and high-fived his cousin. “Oh yeah. I agree.”
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Eve’s throat was dry and her mouth tasted like sandpaper. Her clit was sore, her pussy felt swollen, and now her ass hurt inside and out, but she didn’t care. She was floating halfway between bliss and a dreamlike state that her had questioning what was real and what wasn’t. Phil’s question barely broke through her brain fog.
“What color are you, Eve?”
Color? She had no fucking clue what color anything was right now.
“Here babe. Drink this.” Someone she assumed was Phil held a bottle of water to her lips. When had she sat up? She drank all of it, spilling some into her cleavage, and finally the haze began to clear.
“Is she okay?” Knox’s sexy voice was filled with concern.
“She’s all right. She does this when she goes deep into subspace.”
“How did you know?”
Phil shrugged. “I didn’t, but something didn’t look right. That’s why I asked her what color she was, and sat her up when she didn’t answer me. She gets dehydrated easily, so I always keep water close by.”
“How often should you ask?”
“There isn’t a standard. You just get to know a sub so well that you know when to ask.”
“Do you think I’d ever be able to learn all this?”
Eve studied Knox’s face. He was trying so hard, but she didn’t understand why. He was perfect. He was as wonderful a lover as Phil. Should she tell him that? She hated to see such uncertainty in his eyes and his body language.
“Of course you will. You’re doing great. Honestly, you are. Babe, tell him how he’s doing.”
“You’re amazing, Sir. You both are. I’m overwhelmed.”
Phil smiled and Eve sighed out loud at the look of complete surrender in his eyes. “In a good way, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sarge. In a very good way.”
“Then get off the bed and come over here. It’s time to punish your tits and pussy for being so fucking enticing that you’ve reduced us both to babbling idiots.”
She giggled and scooted off the bed, then followed Phil to the St. Andrew’s cross. She started to back up against it, but he caught her and pulled her close, stroking her hair and back. “Time to get naked, Eve. Everything off, including the shoes. And, do it slowly, like you’re stripping for us. I should get a pole for this room.”
Knox laughed. “Dude, that would be sweet.”
“Then consider it done. Tomorrow I’m going to do that. Will you pole dance for us, Eve, if I install one in here?”
She giggled. “I’ll try.” She would more than likely fall off the damn thing, but if that’s what they wanted, she’d at least give it a shot.
“That’s my girl.” Phil backed up a few steps. “Now strip.”
She smiled at each of them in turn, then made a huge show out of removing her heels. By the time she began to unroll her stockings, both men were stroking their cocks. She moaned softly, hardly able to focus on the task at hand. Once the stockings were off, she slipped the straps of the corset over her shoulders, then lifted each breast to her mouth in turn and licked her own nipples.
“Oh fuck me,” said Knox. He looked ready to explode, and that spurred Eve on. When she’d licked each one a few times, she finally took off the corset and watched both men.
“You are in so much trouble for teasing us like that,” said Phil. His voice was deep, rough, and so commanding that Eve’s pussy began to contract. Her breath came in short gasps now, and it was all she could do to walk toward him when he pointed his finger at her. “Now you may back up against the cross.”
She did, and then Phil stared at her for so long, she thought something was wrong. “Eve, I would like to restrain you. Just your arms. What do you say? Can we try it tonight?”
Hot fear sliced through her haze of pleasure like sharp pokers. She took a deep breath, wanting so badly to give him and Knox everything they asked for. She trusted them both. They would never hurt her. She knew that. It would be okay. It was time to get past this hurdle. “All right, Sarge. Yes.”
Phil’s smile was nothing short of brilliant. He crossed the space between them in two strides and kissed her so tenderly that she melted in his arms. When he finally released her mouth, she swore his eyes were wet. “Thank you,” he whispered.
She couldn’t even speak as she watched him dig out bondage cuffs from the dresser drawer. How long had he been waiting to put those on her? As he fastened them around her wrists, he watched her face carefully, so she held his gaze and smiled. She wanted nothing to discourage him. The cuffs felt protective, as though they weren’t restraining her to the cross, but rather securing her so that she was safe from all harm. He fastened them to rings set into the top of the X, and then Eve glanced down at her ankles. “Sarge, do you want my ankles restrained as well?”
He held her gaze for so long that she was afraid she shouldn’t have asked. “If you’re okay with that, Eve. How about a spreader bar? That’s not as restrictive as two cuffs, and it comes off faster.”
She nodded. “All right. Yes, Sarge. Thank you.”
Knox was already pulling it out of the drawer. He started to hand it to Phil, but Phil pointed toward Eve’s feet. “Go ahead.”
Knox fumbled around a bit, but then he figured it out, and soon Eve was secured to the cross, spread-eagled and locked down tightly. She took a deep breath and watched both men dig in the drawer. When they pulled out Mr. Pain and Mr. Pain’s twin, Eve sighed and smiled. This was going to be fantastic and amazing fun.
Phil didn’t waste any time. He took a flogger into each hand and began to strike her nipples, so lightly that it almost felt like caresses. Eve turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, sighing as her arousal built. He’d used toys on her breasts before, but never had he done Florentine on them. She loved it.
When he stopped, she opened her eyes as he handed them to Knox. “I’ll show you how to do that.” Phil h
ad Knox practice with them pointed away from Eve for a few minutes while Eve watched, every nerve ending in fire. The anticipation was almost as delicious as the actual flogging. When he felt that Phil had the basic timing down, he told him to try it on her.
He did a decent job, although his strikes were a bit more forceful than Phil’s, but she loved it just as much. Knox gave them back to Phil, but Phil put them down and picked up a thick leather flogger that had a shorter handle. He stood off to one side a bit and then began to flog her pussy with it. It hurt. A lot.
Eve sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes, not wanting to safeword. When he stopped, she opened her eyes and watched as Knox took his turn. He didn’t swat her with it too many times before Phil said he thought she’d had enough. They undid the restraints, and then each man took turns holding her and stroking her. Both whispered how well she’d done, and how proud they were of her.
Knox surprised her by lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He lay on top her of her and kissed her with so much passion that without hesitation she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him close. When he pushed his dick into her pussy, she screamed as yet another orgasm overtook her. He came inside her this time, and then he moved off her and lay on his back next to her, breathing hard and covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Phil took his place, after kissing her as well, and she looked into his eyes as he fucked her roughly and deeply, the way she loved. Everything hurt and she didn’t even care. She never wanted to leave this bed, or these two, sexy beautiful men. When he came, he pulled out and gathered her into arms. Behind her, she felt Knox press his body against her, and Eve closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, sated, safe, and protected in the arms of her men.
Chapter Fourteen
Eve woke to the sound of a motor and at first she thought it was a car parked in their driveway, idling. Had Phil been called in to work? Had Knox left already? Knox. She sat up and glanced around. Both men were sound asleep on either side of her, on their backs with their left arms thrown over their faces in identical gestures. Both men even snored the same. Eve hugged her knees and giggled softly as memories from last night washed over her.
There wasn’t a spot on her that didn’t ache, but it was a sweet ache and she welcomed it. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was only two in the morning. What was that noise? She crawled off the bed as gingerly as possible and crossed to the window, moving aside the blinds just a bit to peek outside. Their bedroom overlooked the back yard and the woods beyond it, and Eve gasped at the sight of at least two inches of snow. More was falling, and then she realized what she was listening to. It was a snowplow.
She squealed as softly as possible, then ran into the bathroom and snatched her robe from the hook on the back of the door. As she padded downstairs, she turned on a couple of lights so if the guys woke up they’d see them from the hallway and not wonder where she was. One of the reasons she loved this house so much was the front porch, and Eve didn’t care how cold it probably was. She unlocked the front door and curled up on the wicker rocker to watch the snow.
It was definitely cold, but not as bad as she’d thought it would be. Except for the plow, which was now at the end of the street, there was no sound. There was something truly mystical about watching snow come down. It cleansed and blanketed everything in its path, covering it with a protective, white, shining shield that could only be marred by purposeful destruction. Nothing touched it unless you walked on it. It would eventually evaporate on its own, but it would never turn ugly colors, nor would its beauty fade if simply left alone.
Soft noises inside the house caught her ears, and when the door opened and both men stood staring at her, wearing only their jeans, she merely smiled. Phil would understand. Knox would probably think she’d lost her mind.
“It’s cold.”
“I know, Sarge.”
Phil chuckled. “Well then, at least come back inside and put on a coat.”
“I’ll bring it out to her.” Knox disappeared inside and when he returned, he carried Eve’s winter coat, and had all his clothes back on. She stood to put it on, and then Knox took her seat and held out his arms, so she curled up in his lap.
“I guess that’s my cue,” said Phil, shaking her head.
When Phil returned, he was dressed as well and had on his coat. “Don’t you want your coat?” he asked, addressing Knox.
Knox shook his head, pulling Eve closer. “She’s warm enough for both of us.”
Phil pulled the other chair over and sat next to them.
“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked.
“It really is,” said Phil. “So peaceful.”
“Do you think your parents will cancel the party on Sunday?” asked Knox.
“Hell no. It could snow three feet and they’d still insist on having it.”
Eve glanced up at Knox. “Is that this Sunday? As in tomorrow?”
He nodded. “Yep. I guess technically it is Saturday already.”
“The hotel might be full by then,” said Phil.
“I’m sure it will be,” said Knox.
“Are all three of us going together?” asked Eve.
Phil and Knox exchanged a glance over her head, but it was too dark for her to clearly see the expression in their eyes.
“I don’t see why not,” said Phil. “It’s not like we have to tell anyone what’s going on with us, right?”
“No, we don’t,” said Knox. “What is going on with us?”
She studied Knox’s face carefully. His tone hadn’t been angry, merely unsettled. She wished she could see the look in eyes more clearly.
“Do we have to define it?” asked Phil.
“Not right now, but eventually we will.”
“I know.”
Neither man said anything for a few moments, so Eve relaxed into Knox’s embrace and enjoyed the snow. The plow made one more pass down Navaho Road, and then they heard it heading for the next street over.
When Knox spoke again, his voice was hesitant, as if unsure whether he should ask the question. “Eve, why can’t you get pregnant?”
She glanced at Phil, and he nodded. Eve took a deep breath and then swallowed hard. The only two people who knew this whole story were Phil and Felicity. “Darrin and I had been married about a year and I got pregnant. We used condoms, but they’re not foolproof. He accused me of cheating and wouldn’t believe it was his.”
She felt Knox’s body stiffen, and when he began to gently caress her back, she drew strength from his touch and continued. “I couldn’t convince him that I’d never cheated on him. One night he came home from his shift and drank an entire bottle of Jack Daniel’s. I thought he’d passed out in front of the TV like he did a lot, so I went to bed. When I woke up a couple of hours later, he was beating the shit out of me.”
“Oh, Eve…I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Let me get the whole story out so it’s done.”
“Are you sure?” The look he gave her nearly took her breath away. This man had more to offer a woman than anyone in this stupid town had ever seen, and that realization made her heart break for him.
“Yes. I’m sure. He beat me so hard that I started to bleed. When I finally convinced him to call EMS, it was too late. I lost the baby. I was only a few months along, if even that. But that’s not the worst part. He did so much damage that I was in the hospital for almost two weeks, and I had to have my uterus removed. He told everyone I’d fallen down the stairs, and of course because he was a cop, they didn’t push the issue.”
“Eve, I’m sorry,” said Phil, “If we’d known the truth back then, I assure you that something would have been done about it.”
She reached over and took his hand, giving it a squeeze. “I know that, Sarge. Thank you for saying it again.” He’d said it so often that she no longer needed to hear it, but was always grateful for the words, just the same.
“Eve, I’m so sorry that happened
to you.”
She glanced up into Knox’s face. “Thank you. I am, too. But I’m more happy that I didn’t die because apparently it was touch and go for a while. I don’t remember most of the two weeks, other than the pain, and lots of whispered conversations around my bed. But if I’d died, he would have gotten away with killing me, and he might have done the same thing to another woman in this town one day.”
He might have done it anyway, in whatever town he was currently hiding in, but at least no one in Passion Peak would have to watch it happen to one of their own. They stayed outside for a few more minutes, but when the wind kicked up it grew too cold, so they went back inside and curled up in their warm bed.
* * * *
Sunday morning was bright and cold. The snow had stopped Saturday afternoon, and as Phil predicted, the hotel was already full. When Eve woke, Phil was on the phone with his parents, who assured him that despite that, the party was still on. They asked what time he and Eve would be there.
“We’re bringing Knox, too. We’ll be there around one.”
“Do you think your family will notice the way Knox looks at me?” He’d gone home to check on his apartment and change his clothes, because he’d spent all of Saturday with Phil and Eve, inside this house. There wasn’t a spot on her body that either man hadn’t kissed, licked, or fucked. Eve wondered how she’d hide this bliss from Phil and Knox’s family today.
Phil pulled her into his arms. “I don’t give a shit if they guess the truth.”
Eve laughed, trying to imagine the look on Phil senior’s and Karis Parkwood’s faces if they realized their nephew had joined their son in fucking his fiancée for thirty-six hours straight. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do mean it, Eve.”
“Phil, all kidding aside, are you okay with this? I mean really okay with it?”
