"Yup. We need to do the full ritual to replace our bonds, but if someone gets in here and say, kicks our asses like they did to those elementals in the sewer, they could force the issue and bond us without consent …” Billy shuddered, and sagged back into my faded couch. “I don’t much fancy being raped and forcibly bonded while I’m passed out or something.”
We were all back at the house, but I hadn’t wanted Gemma overhearing our planning session, so she'd been tied up in the garage. It was too risky to put her in the wine cellar with Nevada, in case they colluded.
"Well that's something." George smiled at us. "Gemma can’t just … snatch us up, right? Once the bonds are cut, she’d have to use the spirit stone again or have sex with us, yeah? I think it’s the worth the risk."
"I supposed," I sighed, "but there are all sorts of ways this could go wrong. Daniel and the other moms could be waiting to pounce on us and drench us in CUM."
Everyone sort of pondered on that information for a bit, no one speaking and the only sounds in the room the slosh of the cheap wine that we were passing around. It’d been senseless to use glasses because for one, we would then need to wash them up, and for two, we'd all shared a hell of a lot more than saliva lately.
"Okay, so here's what we do," Warden started, but paused when Shane cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes.
"Here's what we do," Shane repeated, turning back to me and squaring out his shoulders in his I am the leader here stance. Dimly, I remembered one of the boys mentioning that Warden used to be their leader, before he'd gone AWOL. Before he'd met me. "Britt and the wolves are really our only option for protection during this spell process. The only other person strong enough is Joan, and I think we can all agree she isn't trustworthy?"
"Agreed," I snarled, curling my lip at the thought of my duplicitous mother-in-law. Fucking Joan.
"Well, in that case, I think we wait until Britt and Siobhan have been freed later tonight, and look at doing the spell tomorrow. During that time, we’ll also need to have someone watch both Gemma and Nevada to ensure they aren't interfering. Arizona, honey, do you think the wolves would offer that much help?" Shane arched a brow at me in question, and I nodded.
"I think if we rescue Britt, they'll offer all the help we could need." I took a sip of the wine bottle that Warden passed me, and thanked the gods of vino that it wasn't Sav.
"Okay, then." Shane slapped his knee. "That's decided. For tonight, I think our focus needs to be on ensuring Gemma and Nevada don't escape. They know too much about our plans already, and we can't risk them getting back to Daniel, Francesca, or even Joan for that matter."
George sighed. "Fine, I'll watch Gemma with Reg."
"Good." Shane nodded. "Warden and I can handle Nevada in the wine cellar. Billy and Dustin, you should get to bed. You too, Arizona. You look all rode hard and hung up wet, Sugarplum."
I snickered at his analogy, thinking about how Billy had ridden me hard against the wall of his karate studio only hours earlier. So hot.
The guys all split up to their guard details, and I followed Dustin and Billy up the grand old staircase to our bedrooms. Dustin hadn't ever lived here with us before, but there were more than enough guest rooms for him to pick one for himself, and I pointed out the linen cupboard as we passed it.
Actually, that reminded me. We were going to need to wash some sheets pretty soon or we'd be running out of clean, jizz-free sheets.
Pausing in the doorway to my bedroom, I sighed as I looked at my now enormous cactus taking up half the room. As much as I hated the idea of shrinking him back down to potted plant size, he really was in the way. Just to get to my bed I'd need to push past his succulent fronds and risk death by cactus spike.
"Firebug," Billy murmured, pressing his hard body against my back and kissing my neck, "what are you doing?"
"Um." I turned my head to glance at him. "Going to bed? Isn't that what Shane told us to do?"
Billy snickered. "He didn't say your bed. Besides. What did I tell you was going to happen tonight, in order to keep your mind off the impending mental and physical anguish of the spell tomorrow?"
"Um," I said again, sounding like the smartest human alive. "Rough sex?"
"You know it, babe." He placed another scorching hot kiss against the back of my neck and I groaned. "Now, come to my room where I have things to play with."
"I'm game for that," Dustin commented from the hallway and I jumped, not realizing he was still there. When I turned to face the hall, I found him leaning casually against the opposite wall with a grin that promised all kinds of dirty things. As it always seemed to do around my sexy dirty plumbers, my pussy clenched with excitement.
"If ye don't mind sharing the fun, William?" Dusty arched a brow at Billy, and I recognized the flare of lust in Billy's coal-like eyes.
"I think I can manage," he murmured softly and I didn't even bother trying to hide my grin. Dusty and Billy together would seriously send sparks flying … like fire and lightning. Heh. Or … fire and metal? Whatever, you get the point.
"Well, let’s go then," I encouraged. "You've been teasing me with the promise of your fetish for weeks now, and I'm starting to think you're all talk."
Billy and Dustin exchanged a look, and Dustin coughed a laugh into his hand. "Oh, mate. This is gonna be a fun night."
To me, Billy gave a decidedly evil looking smirk. "Don't worry, Firebug. We'll find a much better use for that smart mouth of yours, really soon."
From outside the house, there was a loud, creaking sound, like metal being twisted. When I glanced out, I found the old antenna on the edge of the house morphed into a weird shape. When I glanced to Dustin, he just shrugged unapologetically.
"What can I say, wee gobshite? Rough sex always gets me a bit hot under the collar. You know that." He gave me a saucy wink as we followed Billy down to the bedroom he'd claimed as his own.
Dusty was right though, I couldn’t help casting my mind back to the first couple of times we'd fucked. First on the stage in the CUM mansion, where we practically broke a wall, and then that electrifying threesome with Warden when he'd gagged me with a pillowcase and bound my hands. Yeah, this was right up his alleyway for sure.
Stepping into Billy's room, it just struck me. These guys had been living in my house since the day they'd turned me into a shimmer … yet I'd never been into their rooms?
Fuck, I hadn't even known they had rooms.
"When did all this shit get moved in here?" I asked, noticing the towering stack of boxes against the far wall. There were clothes fucking everywhere. I wondered if it were as practical for seven spouses to share a room as it was for two. Would we all keep our own space? Surely, we'd sleep together every night, right? I didn't like the idea of rotations. Reminded me too much of polygamy. Gag.
"I hired movers for these stupid arseholes," Dustin said, using his thumb to indicate Billy. "Bit stupid of them to keep their shite at home with a woman who intentionally schemed against their wife, don't you think?"
"Yeah, yeah, we're super grateful, and we'll pay you back the fees … if Joan ever lets up enough on Charlie to actually let us do our jobs."
Oh, that's right … four of my husbands were plumbers, one was an electrician, and the other was … a rich dude who liked to sculpt statues out of metal? And there was me … the ex-barista. Oops, tired of the barista jokes? My bad.
"You're not payin' me back," Dustin said as he took in the peeling wallpaper and the wood moldings in serious need of repainting. Or sanding and staining maybe? But with all the detail in them, that'd sure be a pain in the ass. "We're all a family now, stupid as that sounds to say aloud."
"If we're all a family and you're rich …" I started, squinting one eye in extreme concentration and realizing I probably looked a hot mess. "Then does that mean I, by proxy, am rich as well?"
Dustin shrugged as he sat on the edge of the king size bed and took his shirt off, tossing it casually aside before leaning back with a seductive little til
t to his lips.
"Seems like a logical train of thought to me," he growled as Billy stepped up behind me and slid his hands around to rest on my hips.
"So I don't have to work?" I continued, because come the fuck on, going back to some low wage shit ass job wasn't appealing in the least. I couldn't even imagine being separated from my hubbies for forced eight hour shifts.
Eww.
I was acting all co-dependent and honeymoon-ish. Disgusting. Where was my skeptical, snarky, bitchy self when I needed her?!
"Nah, I don't fancy the idea of my pregnant wife going out to work anyway," Dustin said, and I scowled at him.
"We've already been through this—no children."
"I'll wear ye down," he snarled back at me, just before Billy lifted my shirt over my head and blocked my view, cutting my stare-down with the Irish prick short. "Just a matter o' time," he continued, and I swear to God, I almost leapt on him and punched him right in the nuts. Maybe if I hit him hard enough, he wouldn't be able to have kids?
"I'm seriously on the verge of—" I started, but then Billy spun me around and took my face in his hands.
"Just ignore him," he whispered, taking control of the situation away from Dustin and me, and putting it into his own hands. "If you don't want kids, we won't have any. Not a single one of us," he continued, purposely raising his voice for Dustin's benefit, "would ever force you to do that. You know that, right?"
"I know," I said, my voice much softer than I wanted it to be.
"Now, let's get you tied up and fucked right, okay?" I smiled as he stepped back and slid his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it aside before he removed his own shirt. "Part of the fun of BDSM is not being in control anymore. Let me and Dustin take over and stop worrying. For just a little while, don't think of anyone or anything else, okay?"
"Okay," I whispered, because holy shit, that sounded appealing. The tightness in my stomach when I thought of Britt and Siobhan promised it wasn't going to be easy, but I had to put my faith in ASS and pray that once they were inside of ASS' safety clench … net, I mean net … that they'd be okay.
The alternatives weren't exactly appealing.
"When do we get my wine back from the faeries?" I asked, because that was also pretty high up there on my list on concerns. I mean, way below Britt and Siobhan, but still, at least in the top ten.
"Oh, you stupid little leprechaun, they've already drank it all," Dustin laughed, and I felt my blood run cold.
"They drank it all?!" I squeaked, just as Billy sighed under his breath and cast the metal elemental an awful sort of look. He grabbed my face between his hands again and kissed me with so much passion that my toes literally curled against the floor.
"Get on the bed and stop talking." Billy glanced up with those burning eyes of his and found Dustin's gaze. "And if you don't stop being a prick, I'll kick your ass out of here."
"Oh, think you could?" Dusty purred as he watched me move over to the mattress and crawl onto it. I had no idea what to expect when Billy yanked a bin out from under the bed and popped the top. He stared at the contents for a moment before rising to his feet with a length of hot pink rope in his hands.
Ah.
Well, this was exciting already.
"I know some rope bondage shit that'll leave you hanging from the ceiling by your toes with your own balls in your face. If you think I'm fucking around, ask Reg." I wrinkled my nose up as I tried to imagine the semantics of that, but all Dustin did was laugh and hold up his hands in what was clearly total bullshit. He might pretend to let Billy be in charge, but if it ever really came down to a struggle of dominance between the two of them, I imagine it wouldn't exactly go over well.
"Thank you," Billy said as Dustin scooted up against the headboard and went about removing his shoes and socks, his pants, his underwear. He sat there with his hard dick on proud display and folded his arms behind his head. "On your belly, Firebug," Billy told me, his voice just commanding enough to make me shiver.
Inside, I railed against the idea of letting a man take control like this. But at the same time, I was tired, and nervous, and I had so many things to worry about … it really would be nice to let it all go for a while, let someone else bear the burden of my worries.
So, I turned onto my stomach and waited for Billy to finish disrobing, getting on the bed on his knees and trailing the bit of rope down the length of my spine. It was silky, the touch so light that my skin pebbled with goose bumps in anticipation of more.
"Safety word is black pudding, but if at any point, you feel like you can't say it, just go spirit elemental on us and you'll slide right through whatever bonds or gag you're wearing."
"Black pudding." I snickered as Dustin chuckled.
"You haven't had a proper Irish breakfast, I take it," he said as Billy carefully took my left wrist and pulled it back, winding a bit of rope around it before pushing my left foot back and doing the same thing to my ankle. "You survive this and I'll make you one in the morning."
"Can I say black pudding to stop you from actually feeding me black pudding?" I asked, just before Billy scooted off the bed and came back with a hot pink ball gag.
"You need to learn how to relax," he told me, carefully sliding it between my lips and tying it behind my head. His fingers teasing through my hair made me shiver just before he let go and returned to my right wrist and ankle, trussing me up in the rope with firm but comfortable bonds. It felt like I was being hugged. Is that weird? But it did. There was something about it that was almost comforting. I imagined it wouldn't feel the same if I didn't trust these men implicitly.
Billy smoothed his hand down my back and then slapped me hard enough in the ass to make my flesh jiggle. The way he was looking at me right now, I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as—if not more than—I was.
"We'll start slow and work our way up, alright? It can take years to properly establish a good BDSM relationship." He motioned for Dustin to grab him something from the box and ended up with a matching hot pink leather paddle in his hand. It had smooth, metal studs on it that reminded of me of the piercings in Billy's dick.
He scooted closer to me as Dustin found something else in that bin of toys that he seemed pretty excited about. It was a long white vibrator with a round head that looked less like a sex toy and more like a foot massager or something. I recognized it well.
A Hitachi Wand, the goddess of all vibrators. I hadn't met a woman who didn't like a Hitachi Wand … or who didn't give it almost sole credit for the source of her best orgasms.
As I watched, Dustin fitted a clear silicone attachment to the end of the toy. It had a thick ring on it that didn't take a genius to figure out. He covered it in lube, slid the ring down his cock, and then flipped the switch on the vibrator, letting out a long, low groan as Billy brought the paddle down hard on my ass.
"Holy fuck!" I screamed, or at least … tried to. I was gagged, remember? So in reality, what came out was Uhly Ughk or something along those lines. Either way, it fucking hurt, and I wasn't totally sure I was into it? Until Billy smoothed his hand over what was an undoubtedly bright pink ass cheek, then dipped his fingers into my cunt for good measure.
Okay, maybe I was into it.
"Don't forget, Firebug," Billy told me in a low voice. "You can always go spirit to slip away if you don't like something."
"Yep, I know," I tried to say around my gag, and I was pretty sure he understood it from Ugh, ah ugoo.
"This is a good look on you, Leprechaun," Dustin commented, reclining against the pillows while he worked himself over with his vibrating attachment. "I might have ta gag you more often."
"Asshole," I cursed at him, which came out relatively coherent around my gag. Or at least I'd like to think he got my point.
Billy let out a long suffering sigh, then whacked me again with his paddle. "Firebug, the point of the gag is so you stop talking. It's not a challenge."
I groaned around the ball gag, experimentally flicking my t
ongue against it as I gave a faux struggle against my bonds. Wow. Those ropes were on tight, but at the same time, I didn't feel any loss of circulation, any sore joints or rope burn.
Billy was a pro.
Which also sort of bothered me because then I got to thinking about how if he were good at this, that meant he'd done it before. He'd had other women tied up like this, spanked them, fingered them.
It made me feel downright fucking crazy inside.
I struggled some more, seriously considering going spirit and breaking out of these bonds just to ask. But then, did it really matter? I was no vestal virgin. And I knew if I did go spirit to spout out a stupid question about Billy's past sex life, the moment would be ruined. I was supposed to be relaxing here, not getting more tense.
With a sigh, I forced my tight muscles to release and Billy spanked me again. This time, since I wasn't so tense, it felt goddamn delicious and I groaned. The paddle left this sharp stinging sensation that Billy immediately smoothed over with his hand. He worked one cheek to this exquisitely sore precipice between pleasure and pain, then moved to the other. All the while, he was teasing his fingers inside of me, finessing me with the skill of a woman. What? It's true. Dude's always ram their fingers in there like they're … well, ramming a dick in there. But although I'd only had like two drunk almost-sort-ofs with chicks before, they knew exactly what to do.
And, apparently, so did Billy.
He worked me by crooking his fingers in slow, languorous motions, totally at odds with the harsh smack of the paddle.
"You like that, Firebug?" he murmured as Dustin used the vibrator on his dick, the attached ring slicking up and down the length of his shaft and making me wish I were riding him with my pussy instead.
I moaned, which apparently was answer enough, and Billy retired the paddle, replacing it with a purple velvet pillow in a wedge shape that he yanked out from beneath the bed. Holy shit, dude was stocked on sex supplies. Not that I had any shortage of vibes, dildos, or nipple clamps. So, basically, I had zero room to talk.
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