by Sophie Oak
Natalie shook her head. “Oh, god, I’m going to incubate Dawsons. That can’t be good for the world.”
She didn’t sound too upset. Babies. They would have babies with Natalie. A sense of peace settled over him. This was right. They still had a million things to work out, but they would do it.
He took the stairs two at a time, well aware that he’d just watched Chase fuck their woman standing upright and showing off just how strong he was. Ben was strong, too. He had a definite need to bench-press Natalie, but she might catch on that he was competing.
He kicked the playroom door open.
He set her on her feet. Her skin was flushed from the fucking she’d taken from Chase. She’d never looked so sexy to him. “Undress me.”
He wanted to feel her hands on his body. The first time had been so hurried. She’d been shy, barely moving the clothes aside to get the job done. The last several days had been spent getting her comfortable with nudity again and D/s play, but there had always been a disconnect between her body and her brain. He’d been able to tell by the awkwardness of her movements, the constant anxiety. There was none of that now. Her hands smoothed their way down his shirt with the surety of a woman who knew she was wanted. Beloved. God, he loved her.
She took her time with each button, undoing it and carefully pushing back the shirt to reveal his chest.
“You’re a tease, sweetheart. You know what little teases get?”
Those bee-stung lips tugged up. “I can only imagine, Sir. I would suspect they get punished, though Chase’s punishment wasn’t so bad. I think in Chase’s mind, little teases get big cocks. Do you have a big cock, Sir?”
Oh, that was what he wanted.
“I knew there was a dirty girl under all that angst, sweetness.” Chase stopped to kiss her. “Finish up with little brother. We have some more play to do. And this time, you little tease, you’re going to get two big cocks.”
She shuddered and obviously not in revulsion. Nat unbuttoned the final button on his shirt and drew it off his shoulders. “I understand, Sir. I think I can handle that.”
After folding his shirt neatly, she came back and started working on the fly of his slacks. His cock was already at full attention, straining. Watching Nat and Chase together had him aching, but he wasn’t going to throw down. Not without his brother, and he had a few points to make. Nat had him forgetting everything though when she leaned over and ran her tongue piercing over his nipple.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. She felt so good. Her hands delved inside his slacks and past his boxers, cupping his cock and balls. Her tongue lit up his chest, the metal nub of the piercing rubbing his nipple, sensitizing it.
“Way to top her, brother.” Chase stood watching, a frown on his face. “Natalie, finish the job. You’re racking up the punishment points.”
Ben groaned. Damn it. “It’s easy for you to play the big bad Dom. You already came.”
A slow grin crossed Chase’s face. “Yes, and I would like to come again. On your knees, Cotton Candy. Get Ben undressed and then find your position.”
Chase was such a hard-ass, but there was no way to miss how Natalie’s nipples peaked when Chase used his Dom voice on her. She really did need a strong top to truly enjoy sex. There was a filthy, gorgeous, loving woman inside Natalie, and the gates were finally coming down.
Still, she’d been holding his cock, her small hands stroking him, preparing him. He kind of wished his brother had taken a little longer gathering supplies.
Natalie simply smiled up at him, winking to let him know she didn’t mind Chase’s orders. She tugged his slacks down, hauling the boxers along. His cock was loose, bouncing right in front of where he wanted it to be, her mouth and that glorious tongue piercing.
But Natalie was playing the obedient sub. She folded his slacks and placed them alongside his shirt.
Chase stood beside him, placing a tube of lube on the table next to them. God, his cock jumped at the thought of what they would do with that lube and the medium-sized plug in Chase’s other hand.
Natalie fell to her knees, spreading them wide with perfect grace. The days of retraining seemed to have had the intended effect. She’d fallen back into patterns that used to give her great comfort. Her spine was perfectly straight, but there was a relaxed set to her shoulders that marked her ease with the current situation.
Chase sighed, his pleasure in her shared between them. Ben could so often feel when his brother was brooding, but this new satisfaction was different. It brought about his own. Something deep had settled in his brother, and the connection between them was fluid and easy now. “Beautiful, sweetness. Play with Ben until I get back.”
Thank god. He knew exactly how he wanted to play with his little bit of sugar. He took his cock in hand. “Suck me, baby.”
Her head came up slowly, hands still on her thighs, palms up. “If that is what Sir wants.”
She leaned over and licked the head, the cool metal of the piercing delving slightly into the slit of his cockhead.
Ben groaned, his hand finding her hair. “Fuck, that feels good. Do it again.”
“This?” His little pink-haired vixen licked the head again, this time sucking on him lightly like he was a sweet treat she’d been offered.
“Oh, yeah.” His vision blurred slightly at the feel. She gave the best fucking head of his life. And she really was a tease. Her tongue ran across his dick like a little butterfly, darting here and there, landing only to take off again. Every lash felt like heaven, and then she was off again, back at the head and starting over.
She was going to kill him. Chase was right. The girl needed a firm hand or she would walk all over them.
“Cup my balls, Natalie.”
Her right hand cupped him, rolling the heavy balls in her hand, soft, playful skin surrounding him as she whirled her tongue across the stalk of his cock. He sank his fingers in that satiny hair of hers, tugging lightly.
“More.”
She pulled him into her mouth, sucking him in an inch at a time. Her lips parted, jaw opening to take him deep. She was so small, but he was determined. Gently he fucked in and out, giving her time to breathe, time to adjust.
“That’s a pretty sight.” Chase was back, a washcloth in hand. “I’m going to clean you up a little, sweetness. You take everything Ben has to give you. You swallow him down. Don’t miss a drop.”
There was something nasty and decadent about his brother cleaning up the evidence of his own possession from their woman’s pussy even as Ben was about to put his mark on her. Natalie was going to be full of them tonight. Full of their cocks, their cum, their love. She was theirs, and they would never let her forget what that meant. It meant they would love her and protect her and take her every way they possibly could.
Chase knelt at her side, the hand holding the washcloth disappearing between her legs. “That’s right, sweetness. Let me get you clean before I dirty you up again. You’re so gorgeous with a cock in your mouth. We can call you the sub all we like, but we know who’s going to call the shots. You have all the power, Natalie. Don’t ever forget it.”
With each word and move of Chase’s hands, Natalie picked up the pace as though what he was saying gave her power. And it did. She grew bolder. This was what Natalie needed. She needed to take back what had been stolen. They could do that for her. They could give her that gift, and it would be nothing compared to the gift she’d given them. Peace. Harmony. Love.
Ben tightened his hands, forcing his cock further in, the tingle of orgasm starting to take over as a shiver at the base of his spine. But he held off, taking up his brother’s words. “You’re our everything, baby. This is fucking precious to us. We need you and not because we need some woman to kiss our feet. We need Natalie Buchanan to love us. Oh, god, take me. Take all of me.”
He started to come, semen bursting from his body, jetting out in a long, pleasurable wave. He dragged air into his lungs as Natalie swallowed down everything his bod
y had given her. She didn’t stop there. She gently licked his cock as though she couldn’t stand to miss a drop, cleaning him in the sweetest way possible.
“I will never get used to the way your minds work. I swear sometimes you can read each other’s thoughts. It’s a little scary for a girl,” Natalie said, sitting back on her heels. There was a look of deep satisfaction in her eyes. Even as she licked her lips, Ben felt his cock jerk a little.
Damn, he would never stop wanting her. He stroked her hair, his heart rate just beginning to slow down. Chase glanced up at him, a silent statement that it was his turn again.
“See, like that. You two just agreed to something, didn’t you?” Natalie asked, looking back and forth between them.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ben replied. He nodded his brother’s way. They needed a few secrets.
Ben walked over to the bed and let his body relax. He had a feeling his brother was about to put on one hell of a show.
Chapter Sixteen
Chase put the warm cloth aside, his mind on the play to come. He wasn’t satisfied with one paltry fuck. He wanted to play all night long now that he was sure she was theirs. He’d already decided to buy the unit next to theirs at The Club and convert the whole thing into a lavish playroom. He would buy all new toys, selected with her in mind. He’d been careful over the last several days, figuring out what she liked and what didn’t work. She preferred thudding impact play. Her skin was too soft for a strap. Even if she’d liked it, he wasn’t sure he could stand to put a mark on her like that.
Ropes were a different matter altogether, and he intended to push those boundaries tonight.
Nat turned her eyes up to Chase. Her voice was a throaty growl. “Does Sir want me to pleasure him as well?”
Chase gave her a growl of his own. “You were hell on wheels before, weren’t you, sweetness? You’re going to be a pain in my ass. You’re going to manipulate me in every way possible, aren’t you?”
“I grew up around lifestylers. I know all the tricks.”
Chase groaned and pressed his lips to hers, a swift intimacy. “We’re in trouble. And you can pleasure me another way, sweetness. On the spanking bench. Ass in the air.”
She grinned up at him. “There’s no other place for my ass to be on the spanking bench.”
“That’s five for brattery.” He would need to come up with a new list of words because he rather thought Natalie would take smart-ass to a whole new level when she got comfortable subbing again.
“Yes, Sir.” She turned, no anxiety in her movements this time. She was comfortable, happy even with her nudity. It was a good thing since he intended to keep her naked as often as possible.
She draped herself over the apparatus, placing her forearms on the handles and her torso over the bench. It had been cleverly designed so a woman’s breasts dangled over the sides. The better to play with them…
Thank god Jack Barnes had an inventive mind. She brought her knees up, and when they were in the proper position, her gorgeous ass was on full display.
“You are my fucking wet dream, sweetness.”
“You have some odd dreams, Chase,” she shot back, wiggling her ass a little.
“God, Nat, you have no idea,” his brother grumbled.
Yeah, having two sarcastic voices to torment was going to be tons of fun. At least he could do something about Natalie. He landed a firm hand right on the fleshy part of her ass. He loved the way she gasped and shook, the way her fair skin pinkened up beautifully.
“Watch it, brat.” He got to one knee beside her, placing a hand on her back, smoothing the skin there. This was the hard part, but it didn’t have to happen today. He wanted this, but he could wait. He would wait forever if he had to. “Sweetness, will you let me tie you down?”
He felt her jump slightly. If he hadn’t had a hand on her, he wouldn’t have noticed. Her fingers curled around the ends of the bars, and there was a tightness to her eyes.
“I’m scared of that, Chase.”
He kissed her ear. “I know. Did you like it before?”
“I loved it. I volunteered to let the guys train on me when they were taking their ropes courses. I found it soothing, but I can’t hold some positions now because I have nerve damage.”
Her voice was rising, panicking. He rubbed his hand down her back, his voice as soothing as he could get it. “I would never hurt you. Hush, now. We don’t have to.”
“But you want it.”
“I want you more, sweetness. If I never pick up another rope again, I’ll be okay. Do you understand?”
“But you want it badly, don’t you, Chase?”
He sighed. How did he make her understand? “I find it calming. I find it thrilling. I studied Shibari for years. I like to tie submissives up even when I’m not planning on having sex with them. It’s art for me. It’s also trust, but it’s all right, Natalie. I need you happy more. Just know that I’ll dream about tying you up every night. I’ll wrap you in the most elaborate knots. I’ll spend hours worshipping your body with my ropes. But I’ll keep it there. I just want you to understand I won’t ever touch another woman.”
“When did you become the great communicator?” She sniffled a little.
“I, uhm, don’t have a reply to that. Was that sarcasm?” He did have a reply to sarcasm. It involved a nasty paddle and the curve of her ass.
“Tie me down, Sir Dawson. Make it pretty. Just my arms and legs, okay? And you have a knife?”
No Shibari master would tie up a sub without having a handy knife around in case he had to get her out fast. Rope was expensive, but a Master worth anything would lose the rope in a heartbeat to spare a shaky sub. “I do. Are you sure? I want to do some nasty things to you before Ben and I get down to business.”
“I’m going to be sore in the morning. I expect aftercare, and it might have to run all day tomorrow.”
“I promise you the princess treatment. How will you take care of her, Ben?”
“Breakfast in bed to start,” Ben replied, satisfaction in his voice.
Yes, Chase intended to make a meal out of her every morning. “And we’ll bathe you and wash your hair and make sure you’re dry and warm afterward.”
“There will likely be a lot of rubbing involved,” Ben added.
Chase pulled a length of rope from his bag. Silk. The best for her. “I intend to rub myself all over you at every given opportunity.”
She snorted. “Nice heads-up, babe.”
He fucking loved it when she called him babe in that no-nonsense voice of hers. He showed her the rope, holding it out for her inspection. “This is only meant to bring you pleasure, sweetness, to hold you down so I can take you to the edge again and again. If it doesn’t make you feel safe, even for a second, I’ll cut it off and we don’t have to try again.”
Her hand came up, briefly touching his face. “I think I can handle it, Sir. It’s not the rope that makes me feel safe.”
He breathed that in. He’d always been the scary one, the hard one, but he’d just been waiting for her so he could be soft. And he realized why. She made him feel safe, too. They’d fought and she’d come back. She hadn’t left, hadn’t fled with some other guy, hadn’t asked him why he couldn’t be more like Ben. She wanted him for who he was.
He kissed her cheek, a tenderness he’d never known before sweeping across him. “I love you, sweetness.”
Her hands relaxed, the fingertips lying gently across the plush leather of the bench. Her whole body sank into it as though signaling she was ready for whatever he could give her. “I love you, Sir Dawson. Let’s see what happens. I used to love this.”
He pulled the first length of rope, looping it into a loose knot which he slipped over the handles and her forearm. He took a deep breath. This was his art, his outlet. Gently, but with a firm hand, he looped and knotted the soft rope, forming a sleeve to bind her from below her elbow to above her wrist.
“It’s pretty.” Natalie watched h
im, her breath even. “You’re very good at this, Sir. It’s comfortable.”
“I like suspension play. I’d love to weave a harness around you. I like the patterns it leaves on the skin.” He moved to her other arm.
She gently turned her head, following him. Ben moved to her legs, starting the bindings there. “I’ve never been suspended. I never trusted anyone enough. I think one of you will have to be waiting to catch me if I fall.”
He could see the image amused her, but it was serious to him. “Always. We’ll always catch you. Benjamin, make sure not to bind the joint.”
“I know what I’m doing. I took the same class as you.”
“You flirted with the training sub the whole time.” His brother’s demeanor was going to have to change. “And we’re about to have a wife, so we should talk about your lamentable habit of hitting on everything with breasts.”
Nat laughed a little. “Yeah, Dawson. You’re going to have to join team fidelity.”
Ben finished his knots and stroked the round globes of her ass, light affectionate caresses. “Not a problem, baby. I find myself only hungry for sugar these days. I think you can keep me sated. It’s going to be fun, though, watching my brother turn into a complete prig.”
Chase didn’t mind. People could say what they liked. Natalie was his, and he had no intention of ever hurting her feelings by noticing other women. Since he’d laid eyes on her, his vision seemed to have changed. Other women weren’t as lovely, didn’t have her glow. They could be quite nice, but he would never want them. Why would he need anyone else when he had the most gorgeous sub in the world? “I don’t care if I sound moralistic and stuffy. I didn’t like the stripper rubbing herself on me. It felt wrong.”
“Dude, we weren’t supposed to tell the wife about that,” Ben shot through clenched teeth.
Now Chase was damn glad he had her tied down because Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “Stripper? Rubbing? Explanation now, boys.”
Yep. She sounded like a wife. A pissed-off, possessive, no-one-puts-hands-on-her-men wife. “It was for the investigation. There was no funny business. And I didn’t touch Twilene. She touched me. And Ben is the one who put money in the G-strings because I just didn’t think that was sanitary.”
