Mary Had a Little Problem

by Blaine, Destiny

  “More, sir!” Mary screamed, acting as if she were already trained for such a spanking.

  Brock wheeled around in time to see Luke’s arm wielded behind him. The swift way he brought his swing through made Brock’s heartbeat quit, but right before Luke spanked her again, he slowed the pivot and stopped what might have been a major blow to Mary’s pretty red cheeks.

  “Mary? What do you say?”

  “Thank you, sir!” she exclaimed, exasperation thick in her voice.

  Brock approached the bed and placed the ginger next to Luke’s knee. He already had several toys scattered across the coverlet—nipple clamps, a ball gag, two different paddles, a vibrator, and a blindfold.

  “Have you been a bad girl, Mary?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, her eyes watering as she watched Brock.

  “Tell me,” Luke said, rubbing his cock over her hip.

  Brock knew his limitations. If he’d been married to Mary and missing from her life for as long as Luke had, that act alone would’ve been his undoing. Instead, Luke continued to press the head of his cock against her smooth flesh, running his hands down her globes, and occasionally spreading her so he could view the tiny tight entrance.

  “Tell him how naughty you’ve been, sub,” Brock encouraged her, twisting her nipple as he spoke. She yelped, and he winked. “Hand me those clamps, Luke.”

  The claw-like contraptions were tossed over her shoulder. Suckling one nipple, he lapped at the hard point until her nipple extended enough to securely tighten the attachment. Then, he pressed the rope-style chain against her flesh, leaving the slack between her swollen mounds. He squeezed the other nipple, watching her eyes until the heavy signs of arousal weighted her lids. Clamping the erect point, he dipped his tongue between her breasts and licked at her fullness, pulling the gold chain until she moaned.

  “Sir, it hurts,” she complained.

  Luke spanked her then. He gripped the paddle in his hand until his knuckles were white. “No bitching, sub! We’ve discussed this.”

  Mary cried then. “Yes, but it’s been a long time!”

  Brock toyed with the other paddle, debating on whether or not he wanted to spank her as well. Instead, he put together the erotic headgear, stretching the leather apart as he secured the ball he planned to stuff in their sub’s mouth.

  Brock had never been one for gagging his lovers. Still, in this case, he might agree with what Luke had earlier explained. They didn’t need to hear Mary talk about the past, the history she shared with either one of them.

  They were using this time to start over, to begin a new future together. And the only way to do that appropriately would be to ensure Mary was quiet until the time was right.

  “Do it,” Luke said, waving his hand in front of the contraption. Mary’s eyes widened when he stood next to the bed.

  “You know everything we do is for you, right Mary?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said.

  Luke spanked her again.

  “Oh God, if you don’t stop!” she screamed.

  “That’s right, sub,” Luke said. “Threaten your sir and see what happens.” He nodded. Brock complied, deciding as soon as he fitted the gear over Mary’s head that he really liked the way the ball stretched her lips.

  There was something sexy and sensual about the way she accepted the ball. His cock throbbed as she mumbled behind the gag, her eyes following his every move. He yanked the nipple chain, and her back bowed. Luke issued one more smack then tossed the paddle aside, reaching for the oily substance he massaged into her chaffed skin.

  “Now, baby,” Luke crooned, “I have a special treat for you.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  As soon as Luke mentioned a treat, she knew what he held in store. Sometimes, she’d missed this. Even though Brock was a tremendous lover and a great fuck, she’d yearned for the dark and more sensual side of lovemaking, the kind of fucking that was uninhibited and erotic one minute then sweet and tender the next.

  She’d missed the raw screwing, the brash voice of a dominant male ready for his lover’s full submission. She’d missed Luke.

  Brock’s eyes held a lot of questions as he fitted the blindfold over her eyes. If she hadn’t had a gag in her mouth, she would’ve told him that this was typical. This was the way she and Luke loved one another. Luke didn’t mess around. He was a Dom through and through.

  As Brock disappeared out of sight, she adjusted her sight to the dim shadows. The dark lavender blindfold prohibited her from seeing what was going on, but that’s what she loved most. She was able to get in touch with her other senses.

  A zinging sound filled the small cabin. Brock hissed, “This is what you’ll enjoy.”

  Brock slid under her body and tapped her pussy with the end of the vibrator, rubbing the tip over her clit as he licked her folds. Her taste was remarkable, her arousal hot and rich. Thrusting his tongue inside her, he brought her to the brink as she moaned aloud, grinding against his face and chin, using her knees in an attempt to secure his head between her legs.

  Then, he slapped her bare pussy with the vibrator and inserted the end deep inside her channel. “There, baby. Enjoy.”

  And he didn’t have to ask her twice.

  Brock stood beside Luke as they watched her stagger back and forth, swaying from one knee to the other as she used what leverage she could gain to stabilize the toy locked inside her pussy. “That’s beautiful,” Luke said, cupping his balls. “Good God, I could come watching her.”

  “If you don’t mind, aim that way,” Brock teased.

  “I have more self control than that,” Luke told him.

  Brock didn’t know how that was possible. He’d been away from Mary for several months, and all he wanted to do was slip inside her folds and stay there.

  Her hips rocked forward, and her body began to gyrate, shimmying one way and then the next. Brock smacked her ass. “Not yet, sub.”

  Luke nodded. “How about that? You can step up and make demands.”

  Beads of sweat poured from Mary’s brow as she fought the need to orgasm, swayed right and left, her body becoming an instrument of pleasure. “Don’t come, sub,” Luke warned her.

  Another few seconds passed, and her body didn’t undulate. If she’d climaxed, she’d done so silently and without mumbling behind the ball gag.

  Inserting the tip of an unscented lubricant into her ass, Luke prepared her for another invasion. He ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and smiled when her bottom flared in acceptance.

  “You know what I like, don’t you sub?”

  Silence. The room was too quiet. Luke walked to the head of the bed and removed the gag. “What do you like, sub?”

  “I need a drink of water.”

  “Soon,” he promised, lowering his mouth to hers.

  Brock strolled across the room. He retrieved a bottle of water and took it to her, helping her take a sip as he removed the blindfold.

  “You’re too easy, man,” Luke complained.

  “She’s easy to please,” Brock said, eyeing his beautiful woman.

  When he saw the large ginger fingers Luke held up for his viewing, Brock knew then, there was one kiss he didn’t want to miss. He cupped Mary’s nape and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, drawing her complete attention and focus to him.

  That is, until Luke impaled her with the ginger root and her mouth fell open. A most incredible sigh filled the room as she took what he imagined was the orgasm she’d barely kept at bay, riding out the first climax of the morning and begging, like a sub often will, to touch and feel the men responsible for bringing about her exquisite pleasure.

  * * * *

  “Oh my God, push the root higher please, sir!” she screamed. She bit down on her bottom lip, and Brock wanted a taste of that kiss. She could see it in his eyes as her mouth enveloped his wet lips. He untied her hands, which she quickly clasped and drew to her lips. Rewarding her Doms for making her need as she’d never desired before was her only goa
l, her main ambition.

  This was heaven, the experience more intense than any other. Her bottom burned for penetration as the ginger root was shoved deeper between her globes. Luke’s delicate fingers strummed across her opening.

  Seconds later, Brock released her nipples, doing away with the clamps. Luke removed the vibrator. Now, she wanted to fuck. The burn in her ass was too much. The sensations way too hot.

  Oh God, she’d forgotten how well Luke manipulated her body.

  “I need you,” she whispered across Brock’s lips.

  “Show him, sub,” Luke said in the distance, giving her a final jolt when he shoved the root inside her ass then withdrew the stout fingers, tossing the cold ginger aside.

  Mary whipped her tongue around Brock’s size, teasing and taunting him. His dark eyes held hers, and he groaned, “Suck me, sub. Make me hard, wet.”

  She dragged her tongue across the slit, looping her tongue up and over the crest, and drew him to the back of her throat where she used her reflexes, swallowing against his size to massage and entice him. “Ah yeah, there, sub. Right there.”

  Then, she took him to hand and pumped, tantalizing him with the tip of her tongue as she laved the end of his swollen dick. “Come for me,” she crooned.

  And of course, she knew better than to make a suggestion around Luke.

  Without warning, Luke grabbed her by the hair of her head, something she’d always loved. Her nipples spiked, and he held her against him. “If anyone comes, we all come together, sub. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she hummed, realizing she’d won and feeling mighty good about her small victory.

  Then, without warning, Luke hauled her body over his, leaving her ass exposed to Brock who certainly knew what to do with a woman’s bottom. Luke brushed her hair away from her face then kissed her, stroking her tongue with his.

  As they reconnected, Mary remembered. She recalled a love that had been built to last, a man who’d sworn to protect her, a husband who’d promised he’d stay but then he’d gone away, and all that pain and sorrow she’d endured suddenly vanished.

  Through the heartache and tragedy, Luke had given her something worth fighting for, something worth cherishing. She was loved by two men now, instead of one. Two soldiers showered her with affections, making certain she felt the love they possessed, the compassion they offered only her.

  Brock placed his hands on either side of her hips. He’d rolled a condom over his cock and doused himself in lube. Luke wore a condom, too, though she wasn’t sure why. He’d never worn one with her before.

  As he drew her to him, he covered her breasts with adoring kisses, flattening his tongue against a peaked nipple. Her body surrendered to his then, and he thrust inside her as soon as she relaxed in his arms, aware of the other body moving over her, grabbing her by the hips and possessing her.

  “Ah, sugar,” Brock said, slapping her ass as he entered her. “You’re so tense, sub, so fucking tight.”

  Luke thrust inside her as well, finding a slow and easy pace. He looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her, his forefinger moving inside her mouth right along with his tongue.

  Dipping a moistened digit between her legs, he toyed with her as he fucked her, rolling the hard bud until she was at the point of no return. Playing with her clit, he pushed his cock deeper, taking a slow grind, a sweet man’s time. “That’s it, baby. Indulge me. Fuck me. Love me.”

  “Good God! I can’t wait!” Brock screamed, impaling her with quicker thrusts, moving in and out of her until he rocked inside her with a broken pace.

  “Come, sub. Come for your husbands,” Luke whispered across her lips. “Come for me, Mary. ‘Cause I swear to God, I’ll always come for you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Later that day, a chirpy little bark awoke her from a deep sleep. “What is it?” she asked, stumbling to the door and opening up the screen to find a precious little mutt looking up at her.

  “Come back to bed,” Luke called after her.

  “Hang on,” she said, reaching down to pick up the toy-sized dog. “Well, how do you do?”

  The puppy licked her face, and she laughed aloud. “I’m fine, too,” she said, giving the dog a good rub between the ears. “Look what I found.”

  She walked over to the bed and crawled between the two large bodies occupying the space there. Luke rolled over and acknowledged the dog with a gentle pat to the pup’s head. Brock took the pet from her arms, stroking the soft white coat. “You are a pretty thing, aren’t ’cha?”

  “She is,” Luke said. “Tell me you let her know that a lot while I was gone.”

  Mary slapped his bare bottom as he tossed the pillow away from his neck and rolled to his side, giving the puppy his undivided attention. “He meant the dog,” Mary told him.

  “We’re not keeping a mutt,” Luke informed her, his nose twitching in an attempt to ward off a grin.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m still on a search for Pigeon,” he teased.

  “Uh-huh, and I think that’s an excuse,” Mary said. “You never planned on bringing home a dog. Did you?”

  “Sure he did,” Brock said. “He’s searched all over the world for Pigeon.”

  “See there,” Luke told her. “When I was around, Mary, my sole purpose in life was to make you happy.”

  “I’m keeping this dog,” she said firmly. “And since your objective in life is to see me happy, I’m sure you won’t mind.”

  Luke sighed. “Mary, we can’t keep him, honey.”

  “Why not?” she asked.

  “For starters, I only want one pet,” Luke replied. “And if I happen to locate a dog that looks like Pigeon, then I’m fucked.”

  She studied him then with a blank expression.

  “What?” Luke asked, his gaze working from Brock to Mary. Brock apparently understood what kind of corner he’d backed himself into.

  “You’re fucked?” she asked. “What about me?”

  “What about you?” Luke said, pinching her hip. About that time, things must’ve hit him squarely in the face, too. He arched a brow. “Well?”

  “I never wanted two men either, Luke. As much as you may think that the two of you will offer me a glamorous life, I can assure you, loving a couple of guys won’t be easy.”

  “Speaking of a wonderful life,” Brock said, rising from the bed. He trod across the room and retrieved his navy blue best, the jacket he wore to the wedding that never materialized. “I have something for you.”

  She handed off the dog and faced Brock, her feet flat on the floor, her hands in her lap. “Mary Worthington, will you still be my wife as much as his?” Brock went down on one knee, using his thumb to flip open the velvet box housing one hell of a diamond ring.

  Mary stared at the large stone winking back at her and placed her hand over her mouth. “Wow, that’s some kind of diamond.”

  “Yes,” Brock agreed. “Then again, you’re some kind of woman.”

  Mary shot Luke a quick glance, and he shrugged. “Don’t look at me. It’s up to you.”

  “I know it’s up to me,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “And I say yes to both of you!” Her arms flew around Brock’s neck, and she kissed him hard upon the lips.

  “I didn’t propose again,” Luke pointed out. “But I would. I’d marry you all over again just so the world would know you still belong to me.”

  “You don’t have to,” Mary told him, placing her palm to his cheek. A beat later, she added, “I never thought you were dead, Luke. Not for a minute.”

  “So you’ve said,” Luke muttered, arching a brow. “Which leads me to believe something is very wrong here.”

  “Take that up with your superior officers,” she said, laughing. “Thanks to them, I now get to keep the stray mutt that finally found his way home.”

  “Uh-huh, and what does that make me?” Brock asked.

  Luke snickered. “After the way she loved us both earlier, I’d say you should feel a whole lot li
ke the pigeon.”

  “Why’s that?” Brock asked, frowning.

  “Oh stop, Luke,” she said, grabbing the ball of white fluff and bringing the small dog against her chest.

  “A pigeon is someone easily duped or cheated,” Luke told Brock.

  “And you think I’m a pigeon.”

  “Yep, absolutely,” Luke replied. “If you hadn’t walked away from Mary at the altar, I would’ve left and the two of you would’ve lived a happy life. Instead, I placed the ball in your court, and I realized what you’d do.

  “I knew you would do the right thing because that’s who you are, Brock Taylor. You’re a good man, a man I’d be proud to see marry my wife.”

  “But…”

  “But I’m still married to her, too. I expect her to wear both our rings from here forward, until death do us part.”

  Brock scratched the back of his neck. After thoughtful consideration, he said, “I don’t have a problem with that.”

  “Good!” Luke exclaimed. “Now if you don’t mind, put the dog back outside where you found him, Mary. He probably belongs to another family or couple vacationing here in the mountains. He has a home. Let him return to those who love him, those who miss him. Besides, like I said, I’m still trying to find a mutt to replace your Pigeon.”

  Mary caressed his cheek. “That’s just not possible, Luke. Some things, especially those worth keeping, are irreplaceable.”

  “I’m glad you think so. Now that I’ve found my way home again, I’m never leaving you. I won’t wander off again.”

  “Promise?” Mary asked, her gaze shifting between both men.

  Brock looked away while Luke gave her his word. “On my life, Mary.”

  “Brock?”

  He took a deep breath and said, “Mary, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you always feel loved, protected, and secure.”

  “Then what more can a woman ask for?”

  Luke pulled her against him, his arms surrounding her in a tight embrace. “How about another man who’ll promise you the same?”