by Iva Britt
Richard returned with the contract, and I read over it before we all signed. Two bracelets were put around my wrist; a gold one and a rose-gold one, with the brother's initials on them. Anyone in the community who saw them would know I belonged to someone. I was essentially marked, and I had never felt happier about such a thing.
"Do you have a lair?" I asked them, eyes wide with anticipation. I didn’t want to wait to take advantage of our arrangement. I wanted to belong to these two incredibly sexy doms that I had loved for so long.
The two led me down into a basement that looked just like any other basement I had been in; concrete floors, water heater, laundry room, but then they took me to a locked door, and Aaron pulled out a key from his pocket which opened it.
I peeked my head inside and found a room ideal for sexual deviance; a medal pole stretched from floor to ceiling. Drawers held various toys and objects for punishment, and the bed had red satin sheets and handcuffs already hung over the bedpost.
I dared to walk in fully and then lay down on the bed, looking as seductive as possible as I curved my hip up in the air. I beckoned the two of them with my finger and they followed, one of them flipping off the light and shutting the door. There was only a low glow coming from a black light lamp in the corner so that I could still make out their bodies as they began to remove their clothes and then mine.
I laid there like a good little sub as they handcuffed me to the bed.
Their hands slid over me deliciously until they spread my legs wide, one of them holding me there as Richard went to get some toys from the drawer. He had a cat o’ nine tails whip in his hand when he came back and a sinister grin on his face. He let it slide across my sensitive center, tickling me and teasing me along the way. I tried to squirm, but Aaron just held me down harder. Every time I would try to break free, I would get whipped on my outer thigh near my ass cheek, leaving a stinging sensation behind.
I pouted at them, which just prompted more lashings, until finally, they uncuffed me from the bed and brought me up onto my knees on the bed. Richard took his place behind me, yanking my ass against his warm skin. I could feel the tip of his shaft rubbing against my leg.
He reached around me and handcuffed me around Aaron's waist so that his large cock was in my face. They ordered me to put it in my mouth and take it deep. So, I did, getting slapped hard with Richard’s long cock or the whip every time I dared to gag on it.
Aaron began to thrust into my mouth, pounding into the back of my throat as Richard positioned himself right at my entrance.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
I knew I had to answer a certain way, but every time I tried to take Aaron's shaft out of my mouth, my head met with his hand, and he thrust harder. Finally, I got a muffled, "Yes, sir," and I felt Richard plunge deep inside me. He was so long I swear he could have easily reached my stomach.
Instead, he thrust up against my G-spot and impaled my cervix until the pleasure was just too much. I was lost in an exhilarating shock as both men had their way with me.
Chapter 8
***Richard***
Weeks and more passed by in quick succession, and I was living a lie. I was happy to have my ultimate sub every night to pleasure and tease, but I had to share her with my brother. It was weighing heavily on me, and it had gotten in the way of work more than once. There were days when Aaron and I couldn’t even be in the same room without some random explosion. It was the toll loving the same woman took, or rather, sleeping with the same woman. I couldn’t exactly say what my brother felt for her was love. It was more like obsession. It was a feeling many doms developed for their subs. It could often lead to something long-term, but usually not marriage or a family. Even as a dom, those things were in the back of my mind, always.
It was Saturday afternoon when everything began to change for me and the woman I loved. My phone began to ring incessantly, and I tried to ignore it as I let the steamy shower clear my head. But then it just kept buzzing.
I dried my hand and reached out to grab it, seeing that it was Aria. "Hello?" I answered, getting a bad feeling instantly as I heard her tears coming through the receiver before she even spoke a word.
"Richard. I need you to come to me now or send a car, or something. Please. I'm scared, and I need to talk to you." I jumped out of the shower, almost slipping and falling right on my back as I scrambled to get dry and find clothes to put on. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good. I had to get to her quickly.
"Alright, I will be there in a few minutes. Find a place in the house you feel safe, and stay on the phone with me. Hang on, Aria."
I had never gotten anywhere in Manhattan as fast as I did that day. Somehow, the river of traffic had been parted just for me to reach her in ten minutes flat. I found her cradled up in her pink robe on her bedroom floor. Tear stains streaked her face that I tried to wipe and kiss away before cradling her like a baby and bringing her to the living room and laying her on the couch.
I went to the kitchen and steeped her some tea, trying to make sure she was calm before telling me what was happening. As I brought her a cup full of chamomile, she pointed to something by her front door I hadn’t noticed in my rush to get in there. Both items laying there put me into a state of shock.
The first was a note and a rose left for her from a man named Chad. I knew that was the name of the man who had abused her. It meant he was in town and knew where she was now. I could understand her fear now as I looked between the note and her. The note had gold letters that said very little, only:
See you soon,
Chad.
But the other object was a small white stick that I had only seen on television before, and a little plus sign on it told me that she was pregnant with someone’s child. Whether it was mine or Aaron’s was anyone's guess.
I tried to recover as quickly as possible, knowing she would be looking for a comforting reaction. So, I took a few deep breaths and headed for the trash with the objects, putting them in there without another thought.
I made my way to the couch where I took Aria's head into my lap and began to stroke her hair soothingly. "Aaron and I are both around you all the time now, and I can easily warn the cops about this guy. We're going to keep you safe." Somehow, that problem was easier for me to talk about first. My heart sped up at the thought of a child growing inside of the woman I loved. It could be mine. But it could also be my brother's.
My breath caught in my throat as I dared to place my hand on her lower stomach. "What are we going to do?" she asked, and I assumed she meant about the baby.
There was only one thing I knew to do. My heart broke for my brother and for myself at what it might mean, but it also soared. "I love you." It was the first time I had said it out loud to her. "I have always loved you, and I always will. If you'll have me, I'll marry you, and I'll raise this baby with you. I'll protect you both with my life." It was the truth, even if I knew she would long for Aaron in her heart somewhere.
"What about Aaron?" she asked quietly. I could tell she didn’t want to say it but just had to. I wouldn’t have expected anything different.
"Whatever it means to keep you and this baby, I'll do. We'll cross that when we come to it."
"Okay," she said, sitting up with a new glow to her, though I could tell there was still a tinge of sadness there. "I'll marry you."
My heart skipped a beat, and I leaned in to kiss the only woman I had ever loved and would ever love with all the pent-up passion left in me. She was mine. Nothing Aaron could do would take that part of her away from me.
"Let’s take you to pick out a ring,” I told her, pulling away with a grin.
Chapter 9
***Aaron***
Something was going on with Aria, I could feel it. I knew that her crazy ex had made contact, twice now. He had sent a note, and he had called her, now. I realized that she must feel unsafe, even with my brother and me around all the time to try and protect her. She had e
ven moved into the mansion with us in hopes of him having a harder time getting to her. Our security in this community was top notch. But it was more than that.
After several weeks of nonstop, mind-blowing sex with her, it had stopped. She also seemed to be avoiding me. In my heart, I worried that my brother had finally won her over, circumvented the contract we had and just took her to be only his. I knew in the back of my mind the moment she told us she couldn’t choose that her mind might eventually change. If she ever decided she wanted marriage and a family, my brother was the obvious pick. While I wanted to keep her in my arms and in my bed forever, I wasn't necessarily on that family track.
I had just been happy to have her in some capacity for the time being, so I hadn’t push. However, I was beginning to wonder if that was the wrong move.
I was on Aria duty this morning, allowing Richard to go into work. We had taken shifts with her like that until the private investigator we hired could give us better details about Chad's whereabouts and what he was up to. He could just be a crazy guy wanting to make her miserable, but he could also be a psychopath waiting to pounce. It wasn't something we were going to risk with Aria. Neither of us could lose her.
Aria padded down the stairs, looking incredibly tired. I got the feeling she wasn't sleeping much by the circles I always saw under her eyes now. I had to know what was going on.
"Aria," I said gently, setting her breakfast in front of her as she sat down. I had made her some eggs and bacon when I made my own breakfast. I was a great cook, and I knew it would be a nice gesture, especially if I was going to ask her to divulge something. "I've been trying to give you time, but I need to know what’s going on. You seem so distant, and I just want to know the truth. I can handle it."
Aria sighed and reached in the pocket of her robe to pull out something that made a million emotions run through me at once. It was a gorgeous ring that she put on a finger that meant she was engaged to someone. It was a dazzling diamond surrounded by sapphires, just the kind of ring my brother would give to a woman he loved.
"It's not what you think," she told me, obviously seeing the panic plain on my face. "I mean, it is an engagement ring from Richard, but it doesn’t have to mean what you think it does. We were supposed to tell you about everything together, but then all this stuff with Chad has me so scared and stressed. It’s been so hard."
I softened a little, ready to at least hear her out. I couldn’t imagine being in the position she was in, being under attack from someone I had once cared about and maybe even loved.
"Just tell me," I begged, reaching out for her hand, "if things are over for me and you."
"It's not like that," she tried to explain. "I'm..." She trailed off as the doorbell rang. I held up a finger telling her to hold that thought as I went to see who it was. I had ordered some protein powder online but didn’t expect it until the next day. Maybe it had come early.
But when I opened the door, I immediately got a blow to the face. The man at the door reached down and placed something against my skin, and I screamed in pain as volts of electricity ran through my body. Chad had come for Aria, and I had just let him in my house.
I tried to get up and move as he left the door wide open and went searching through the house for Aria, but I couldn’t move. It was like I was paralyzed. "Run!" I called out to her, and hopefully it was just in time.
I began to pull myself across the floor in a crawl, and I saw her running up the stairs, trying to get away from the man. But he yanked at her robe, revealing her body and making her tumble backwards.
"Please!" she screamed and cried as the man grabbed a chunk of hair and began to drag her haphazardly down the stairs. I tried once again to pull myself up on the bottom step, but Chad kicked out, getting my arm and my face. "Please, I'm pregnant. Don’t hurt me!" Tears were streaming down her face, and she looked to be in utter fear. In that moment of shock, my eyes went to her belly, and I could see the beginning of a small bump. She was telling the truth. That was what she was trying to tell me and why Richard would have proposed marriage. She was having either his baby or mine.
"No!" I cried out, knowing more than one life was at stake now. In more pain than I had ever felt in my life, I finally pulled myself up as he slammed her down onto the marble floor. There was blood behind her head, and she looked groggy as I approached from behind.
"You will have no other man’s baby. You are mine. I am your dom. You are my sub. You will do as I say." His voice was deep and evil. I reached for a clay pot that sat in the foyer and threw it at his back with as much force as I had. It gave him pause, but then he turned on me and came after me, pulling a knife out of his pocket. What was wrong with this insane man?
My life flashed before my eyes, and I hoped Aria would take this chance to run, but just as she was hitting the door, he brought her back again, yanking at her hair until she fell and hit her head, falling unconscious.
Just as the knife was about to dig deep into my abdomen, a shot rang out. Chad collapsed, and I saw my brother standing in the doorway, holding the gun that just shot the man that was trying to harm the woman we loved. Richard immediately dropped to the ground where Aria lay in tears, his hands quickly covered in her blood.
I reached for the phone to dial 9-1-1, but then I heard the ambulance already approaching. Which one of us had won her didn’t matter anymore; I just needed her and that baby to live. If not for me, then for my brother. He would never recover from that, and I knew it. Were they going to be able to save them both?
I watched as they loaded her into the ambulance, covering her naked body up. Richard instantly told them about the baby, and I told him to be the one who rode with her; I would catch him there. Busted arm and all, I was going to drive there so my brother could be with that child that was growing inside her because something inside me was telling me it had to be his.
Chapter 10
***Aria***
I looked down at the ring on my finger, somehow untainted by the blood I had lost in the fight with Chad. By now, Aaron must have realized about the baby. The nurses and doctors in the hospital had been monitoring its life as well as mine for the past twenty-four hours. By some miracle, there had been no obvious damage to the baby, though I had a severe concussion and needed a partial transfusion. The only comfort I had in this event was the fact that Chad was gone. Even if he made it through recovery, he would be locked up and never allowed to lay his hands on somebody like that again.
Now that I was coming to, and the pain medicine was helping the ache in my skull, I knew that I had to talk to them about how we were going to handle this. My hands went to my stomach, and I rubbed the small bump that was there affectionately. One of their children was growing inside of me. We were going to be a family, whether traditional or not, and we needed to decide what that would look like. I couldn’t keep breaking hearts anymore. But I knew that I wasn't ready to give this ring back.
The door to my room opened, and in walked both men carrying bouquets of roses; blue and yellow. They smelled wonderful. I smiled at them both and waited for the door to close before I said anything.
"You both saved me," I told them, feeling nothing but grateful. "And you saved our baby." I looked down at my stomach happily. I could see tears in both their eyes. "I don’t want to give either of you up. I want to be a family, but that means I'm keeping this ring and marrying Richard. I need a partner to help raise this child, and I know that Richard loves me and this baby for all time." They were about to speak, but I stopped them. "I don’t want to know whose it is. I know it sounds crazy, but there are others who live this way, so just hear me out. What if Aaron was our third? We could live together and be our own little family, and if Aaron ever finds a woman he loves and wants this with, he is free to leave. Otherwise, I can still have you both, and you can both have me. I can be your wife." I looked at Richard who came to me and put his hand on my belly. "And I can be your lover." I looked at Aaron, and he nodded.
"I can li
ve with that," Aaron said, and Richard nodded in agreement, overwhelmed by emotion. "So, when’s the wedding? I call best man." We laughed-cried at Aaron, loving just how he always made everyone feel better.
"I've always wanted a winter wedding," Richard admitted quietly, sitting down on the side of my hospital bed.
"It sounds perfect," I told him as he leaned down to kiss my forehead, and Aaron leaned over and kissed my cheek. What an adventure this life was going to be.
THE END
Bonus 9 of 30
Emma’s Awakening
Description
Emma Miller has just turned 40 and on top of dealing with all that comes along with that, she lost her husband a year ago to cancer. Her stepson has decided to transfer to a nearby college to finish his last year while helping her out. As the two spend more time together in their grief, they find their connection is not simply familial. Things get even more heated when she meets another younger man in the neighborhood that makes her feel young again. The three soon begin to partake in a wild threesome romance that has Emma feeling things she never did in her youth.
Chapter 1
Emma Miller pushes her brown hair out of her sweaty face. She is doubling her workout time now that she’s 40. No saggy backside or fatty paunch for her. She is fighting the aging thing with all she’s got. Her hair falls in her face again, reminding her that she needs to have her highlights redone and to pull her hair back the next time she works out. She wipes off with a towel and heads for the shower. Jonas is coming by soon to mow the lawn and see if he can fix the leaky kitchen sink.
Jonas Keller is Emma’s stepson. He is a great help to Emma since her husband, Jonas’ dad, died a year ago from cancer. Jonas is finishing his last year of college at home instead of away in Boston so he can help Emma with the house and selling off some of his dad’s properties. He is running his own lawn service until he gets his degree in sports medicine.
