“There’s a tube of lube in the front pocket of my bag, and in my bag, you’ll find a rectal thermometer. Could you get both for me?” Xavier asked.
What? Lube? Rectal thermometer?
No way. That wasn’t happening.
“Xavier, no!”
He stared at her for a moment. “If there is anything you don’t want me to do, then you can say your safeword. Are you saying your safeword?”
She thought that over. Was she?
No.
Yikes.
She shook her head.
“Words,” he told her.
“No, Sir. I’m not saying my safeword.”
“Good girl.”
Brick handed them over. Xavier set them down next to her hip. Grabbing her feet, he placed them flat on the desk and far apart. He grasped hold of the chair and set it at the end of the table. Then he spread her pussy lips wide apart and ran a finger along her folds.
“Wet and a lovely color. Someone likes her examination, don’t they?”
She groaned as he played with her clit. She wriggled, trying to get more friction.
“Brick, some help.”
Brick laid an arm over her hips then grinned down at her with a wink as Xavier continued to play with her clit.
“She’s very wet. It took very little to get her to this point. That’s a good sign.”
Holy hell. He was speaking in a clinical sort of voice, and for some reason, even that was turning her on.
She had problems. Seriously.
“I’m not even going to have to use lube.” He then turned and reaching into his bag, pulled out a headlamp.
Holy. Heck.
“Let’s just make sure that she looks good after being fucked for the first time last night.”
Xavier slid a cool finger deep inside her. “It looks good. Not too red and she’s sucking on me. That’s it. Good girl. A second finger. Well done. Now, let’s see how you go with something in your bottom hole.”
She stiffened at that. “No!”
“Yes,” Xavier said firmly.
She turned to Brick. “Daddy, don’t let him.”
Brick shook his head. “Baby girl, we need to start stretching you to take our cocks there. And Xavier just wants to make sure you’re ready for that.”
She wasn’t. She really wasn’t. How had she thought she was?
“If you could hold her legs back for me,” Xavier asked as he squirted some lube onto two of his fingers. Brick pulled her legs back into her chest, exposing her ass.
Oh, Lord. Help her.
“Shh, you’re all right, baby girl,” Brick told her. Then Xavier pressed a finger against her asshole. “Deep breath in. That’s it. Now let it out slowly.”
Xavier pushed his finger into her back hole steadily. It was weird, but it didn’t hurt. And as he wriggled it around, she sucked in a sharp breath. Okay, that actually felt really good. She’d read somewhere that there were a lot of nerve endings back there, and she now believed it.
A moan escaped her. Especially when his other hand moved to her pussy and he started to rub her clit.
“Like that, do you, baby girl?” Brick asked.
She couldn’t reply, she was practically panting with need. Then Xavier stopped.
“Noo,” she cried out.
“Answer Daddy,” Xavier said sternly.
“Yes, Daddy. I like it.”
“Good, then I want you to come with his finger in your ass,” Brick ordered.
The finger on her clit moved faster as Brick leaned down to kiss her. Xavier drove his finger in and out of her ass and she came, her orgasm so hard and fast, that she swore she saw stars. Her head spun, and she was grateful for Brick’s hold on her as she might have rolled right off the desk.
By the time she returned to her body, Xavier had removed his finger from her ass, and they were rolling her over, tucking her legs up against her chest as she lay on her side. She whimpered as Xavier parted her ass cheeks again then slid the thermometer into her bottom.
“Do you need Daddy’s cock?” Brick asked quietly.
“Yes, please.”
He helped her shuffle over slightly before he released his dick from his jeans and boxers. It was at half-mast, and by the time she had her lips around the head, it was hardening further. He ran his fingers through her hair as she suckled, taking comfort.
“She really does enjoy that, doesn’t she?” Xavier mused.
“Yeah, it’s more about comfort than pleasure. Although, there’s that too,” Brick replied.
She tuned them out as they talked and she lay there with the thermometer in her ass.
“Okay, I’m going to take it out now.”
Thank God. She breathed out a sigh of relief as he slid the thermometer from her bottom.
“No fever. Other than being a bit underweight and stressed, she’s doing well otherwise,” Xavier said.
“That’s a relief.” Brick continued to soothe her by running his fingers through her hair.
“I think we need to start stretching her bottom, though.”
She made a small, distressed sound.
“Hush,” Xavier said, not unkindly. “We’ll start with a small plug. Just keep warming Daddy’s cock and I’ll warn you when it’s going in.”
Her bottom cheeks were soon parted again. This was so embarrassing. Then a plug was pressed against her back hole.
“Deep breath in. Now let it out. That’s it. Good girl. Here it comes.”
The plug slipped inside her bottom with surprising ease.
“Now, that wasn’t hard, was it?” Xavier asked, rubbing her butt.
She kept her mouth around Brick’s cock, her hand cupping his balls to soothe herself as she lay there.
“Ten minutes,” Xavier told her. “I’m going to go wash my hands.”
Ten minutes later, the plug was slowly pulled from her ass. Then she was rolled onto her back, losing Brick’s cock from her mouth.
“No. Want Daddy’s cock.”
“Oh, you can have it soon,” Brick told her. He grabbed a condom from his back pocket before he stripped off. Did he just carry those everywhere?
Brick picked her up.
“Xavier, you sit on the couch,” Brick commanded. “She can suck you off while I fuck her from behind.”
She half-expected Xavier to protest being bossed around, but it was like he’d decided it was Brick’s time to be in charge or something.
Stripping off, he sat on the sofa, then Brick carried her over and set her down. She kneeled between Xavier’s legs and leaned forward, licking her tongue around the head of his dick.
She hummed with pleasure. That was delicious. She took the head into her mouth and suckled, loving the way he groaned. He was soft yet firm. Silky and hard.
Damn, she was lucky.
* * *
Fuck, he was the luckiest bastard in the world.
Brick knelt behind his girl and grabbed hold of her hips, situating her how he wanted. She was a bit short, but if he leaned right over, he could make it work.
And his dick really wanted it to work. He pushed his way inside her, hearing her moan. A groan escaped his lips.
Perfect. So perfect.
He knew he wasn’t going to last long. He needed her too much. He held her steady and pumped into her with shallow, short thrusts, then he made them longer, gliding in and out of her. Then faster. Fuck.
It wasn’t long until he was panting. He had to come so badly that it hurt. He glanced up at Xavier, seeing the way the other man’s breathing had shortened, and knew he wasn’t far away. Reaching around their bodies, he played with her clit until she cried out, clenching around him.
“Coming! I’m coming!” Xavier told them.
That’s when Brick let himself go, driving deep into her, his orgasm burning through him as he claimed their girl.
His. Theirs. Forever.
They all ended up in a pile on the floor of office. Brick rolled onto his side and leaned up on one elb
ow to look over their girl to Xavier.
“So if I’m moving in, then don’t you think you’d better do the same?”
“I . . .” Xavier swallowed and then sat, looking from him to Juliet. “Are you sure? People will talk.”
“I don’t care. Do you, Juliet?” Brick asked.
“No. People already talk. Personally, I think if they have a problem with our relationship, it’s because they’re jealous.”
Brick leaned down and kissed her. “Yep, jealous of how we managed to get the most beautiful girl in town.”
Juliet went red then she looked up at Xavier. “Please, Papa. I want you here.”
“Then that’s where I need to be,” Xavier told them. “With the two of you.”
“A family,” Juliet pledged.
“Family,” they both repeated.
35
The race was on.
Well, not exactly a race since she was the only one on the track. But off she went! Over the ramp. Airborne! Yes!
She landed with a crash, the wheels wobbling, but she quickly recovered. She had this. She raced around the corner, it was time to take on the big beast.
This was it. She was prepared.
She had her helmet.
She had her knee pads.
She had her magic flying cape.
All she had to do was hit the ramp and she’d fly off the other side.
Something registered in the back of her brain. A noise. But she pushed it aside. She could do this.
Brick, Elias, and Sterling had left early this morning. She was going to miss Elias and Sterling, even though they had promised to visit. Brick promised he would be back soon, so it was just her and Xavier here. But Xavier had gotten called in o the hospital about an hour ago.
This was the first time she’d been left on her own in weeks.
Then she started pedaling her bike towards the ramp she’d set up, and out of nowhere, a body appeared. Oh God! She was going to hit him! A squeal left her as she darted around him, nearly falling off her bike. She came to a stop, panting, her pulse racing.
Turning, she saw him stomp towards her. He was breathing heavily, thunder filled his face. Uh-oh.
“What the hell did you think you were doing!” he roared.
She winced.
“Hi, Papa,” she said cheerfully.
“Don’t you ‘hi, Papa’ me, Twink. What were you just about to do!”
Well, she thought that was obvious. “I was going to take the jump, Papa. But you got in my way. You should be more careful. I could have hit you.”
His hands clenched into fists and his jaw clenched.
“In the house. Now.”
“But, Papa. I need to try.”
“Now.”
“Papa, I was being safe.”
“How?”
“I have my helmet on.”
“Nope.”
“And my knee pads.” She was proud of herself for remembering them.
“Nope.”
“And I can fly.”
“What? Why do you think you can fly?”
“Because I have my cape on.” That was obvious, right?
“Because you have your cape on,” he repeated.
“Uh-huh.”
“You think you can fly because of a cape?” he asked.
“Well, yeah.”
“Get in the house.”
“What?” she asked.
“Now.”
“But I have to try, Papa. Don’t you know how hard it was to put together that jump? I had to get the wood and the crates and set them all up and . . .” she trailed off. Wow, had he always had that vein in his forehead?
“Inside. Now. Up to your playroom. Strip and get in the corner. I’ll be in to deal with you when I’ve cooled down.”
“But—”
“Now.”
“I guess I’ll just go do that now.”
She wasn’t sure how long it took him to come into the playroom, but she felt like she’d been standing there for hours.
“Come here, Twink.”
Turning, she eyed him warily. He was sitting in the punishment chair. That wasn’t a good sign. He pointed at the floor in front of him. “Here. Now.”
Yikes.
“I was safe.” She dragged her feet as she moved towards him.
“You could have hurt yourself.”
“I had my helmet on.”
“It wouldn’t have stopped you breaking your fool neck.”
“Hey, that’s not nice.”
“No, what’s not nice is coming home to find that the woman you love is about to risk her safety by racing a bike off a makeshift ramp. What were you thinking?”
“That it would be fun.”
“No.” He slashed his hand through the air. “That is not to happen ever again, understand me? You will not risk your safety like that. Do you know how devastated I would be if something happened to you?”
Okay, now she felt pretty terrible.
“Well? What do you have to say?”
“That I’m sorry for worrying you, Papa.”
“And?”
“And I won’t do it again,” she sighed.
“Damn straight, you won’t. Especially after I spank your ass so hard that you don’t sit for a week. Come here.”
* * *
Calm. Calm.
Xavier let out a deep breath. He’d been avoiding punishing her. Brick had given her all the punishments she’d earned. And now, the other man wasn’t even here while he gave her this first punishment between them.
He didn’t know why he was so hesitant. Some part of him thought he might go too far. But that was ridiculous. This was Juliet. His heart.
He’d never harm her.
He adjusted her on his lap with her legs dangling over the side. He squeezed her plump ass. She needed this. And he needed to give it to her. She’d nearly turned him gray when he came home to find her about to ride over that ramp.
Lord help them. She was coming totally out of her shell. Reuben had once told him she’d been a daredevil as a child, but he’d never seen it.
He had a feeling that he was going to be seeing more of that side of her.
But putting herself at risk was never going to be acceptable.
He rubbed her ass then started smacking it, using quick, firm spanks. He covered the two cheeks turning them from white to pink to red. She started off squirming, protesting, then trying to push her way off his lap. But he held her firm, applying spank after spank. He stopped partway through.
“Okay, sweetheart?”
“No,” she sobbed.
His heart stopped for a moment until rational thought returned. That wasn’t her safeword.
“Are you saying your safeword?”
She sniffled. “No, Papa.”
“You’re ready for me to continue?”
“Do you really expect me to say yes to that, Papa?” she asked in a tart voice that let him know she wasn’t hurting as bad as she was letting on.
“Awfully sassy for a girl getting her butt walloped, aren’t you? Maybe you need some extras. Maybe I’m being too lenient on you.”
“No, Papa, no! You’re not. I promise. I’m sore. I won’t sit down for a week. I’ll never do anything naughty again.”
He found himself grinning. She was something else. “I don’t think you need to promise that. Especially as you won’t be able to keep that promise. Right, here come the rest.”
He spanked her. Sharp, hard spanks that soon had her crying again and kicking her legs. Eventually, all the tension in her body left her, and she lay limply over his lap, accepting her punishment.
He lifted her, then turned her so she straddled him, her weight off her sore ass. She leaned into his chest, sobbing her poor heart out.
Rubbing her back, he made soothing noises as she calmed down.
“Good girl. You’re okay. You’re Papa’s good girl, aren’t you?”
“I’m s-sorry, Papa,” she told him.
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nbsp; He drew her back then kissed her lightly on the lips, ignoring the tears flowing down her cheeks. “I love you, sweetheart. I want you here for a long, long time with me. I hate when you’re hurt or sick or sad. I know you just wanted to have some fun, but it was dangerous. Please don’t do that again.”
“I won’t. I promise. I love you too.”
She flung her arms around his neck and held on tight. He rocked her back and forth. After she’d calmed down, he grabbed some tissues and cleaned up her face.
“Now, how about I grab a baby bottle and you can take a nap.”
“I don’t wanna have a nap, though.”
“Be a good girl and have a nap then afterward, I’ll grab some snacks and we can have them in your fort.”
She wiped her eyes then stared up at him. “Hm, I’m not sure, Papa. Usually, my forts are girls only.”
“Girls only? No Daddy’s or Papa’s allowed?”
“I guess I might make an exception. But, see, Angelique isn’t keen on boys. She says they smell.”
“I don’t smell. And when was the last time Angelique had a bath?” he asked, feeling slightly offended.
“Papa.” She cupped his face in her hands, giving him a chiding look. “Angelique is a doll.”
“Does she know that?”
She broke into giggles that made him smile, feeling like he’d won the lottery.
Being in a relationship meant being vulnerable. It was letting someone see all of you, not just the good parts. The safe parts. It was messy and sometimes confusing.
And fucking rewarding when you did it right.
36
Juliet always felt nervous walking into quiz night at the Wishing Well.
But tonight felt even more nerve-wracking. Because tonight, she was going there with both of her men. She grasped hold of their shirts in her hands and they both glanced down at her. Brick winked.
“It will be all right, Duchess.”
Xavier looked a bit nervous as well, but then he leaned down. “If you’re a good girl and win, then we’ll take turns making you come when we get home.”
She sucked in a breath. Well, she always won. And he knew that.
Ever since he’d spanked her, it was like Xavier had stepped things up. He’d grown more confident. And more dominant.
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