Chains (14 page)

There would be plenty of time to take it farther. For now, this was a huge leap of faith on her part.

Fortunately for her, it was enough for her men.

The morning of their collaring, the men were cooking breakfast when Eliza showed up. “Why aren’t you dressed and ready to go?”

“Um, because it’s only nine o’clock in the morning.”

Eliza turned on the men. “Didn’t you tell her about the brunch?”

They froze. “You said you were handling that,” Toby said.

“Uh, yeah. The
planning
of it. I told you to have her ready.”

“Sorry,” Logan said. “Miscommunication.”

“Sheesh. Up. Dressed. Now. Hope you had a shower.” She started hauling Rebecca out of her chair.

“I did, and ow, easy there, girlfriend.”

“Let’s go.”

Twenty minutes later, Rebecca was in the car with Eliza.

“Lucky for you I love those dudes,” she said. “I told them to have you ready.”

“Shouldn’t someone have asked me if I wanted a brunch?”

“Irrelevant. You’re getting one.” Eliza grinned at her. “Then we’re all going to get our hair done.”

“Ugh. You can get yours done. Mine’s untamable.”

“Let them at least try for a fancy updo.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your guys wanted a nice semi-formal affair. I picked out a dress for you. You’re welcome.”

“You…
what
?”

“It’s gorgeous, a black sheath that will make your boobs stand out.”

“How do you even know it’ll fit me?”

“Because I rooted through your closet to find out your sizes. Duh. It’ll fit. Trust me.”

“You are worse than Tilly.”

“Thank—wait. Was that an insult or a compliment?”

“You choose.”

* * * *

The whole gang had turned out for this affair—Tilly, Loren, Shayla, Leah, June, Laura, Gabe, Jenny, Abbey, Essie, Mallory, Chelbie, and Cali. Clarisse and her men were stuck at home with a sick toddler but sent their love.

They brunched at a swanky resort restaurant out on Siesta Key before heading to the hairstylist. When they finally converged on Venture around five, Rebecca had to agree the dress was perfect, and she’d had fun.

With her friends.

Not imaginary friends, or friends that only existed inside her computer, either.

And friends who weren’t talking dogs.

There were also a lot of other people at the club, too. And from the look of the buffet spread, no one would leave hungry.

Her guys were already waiting there, dressed in tuxes.

As Loren led her up to them and called for everyone’s attention, Rebecca’s focus was only on her men.

“You guys…that’s hot. Can we keep the tuxes?”

The men shared a high-five. “You called that one right,” Logan told Toby.

“No, seriously. Can we keep them?”

“Sorry, sweetheart. They’re rentals. But you like?”

“Oh, yeah. Awesome.”

Loren shushed her. “This is your collaring. Don’t make me get Gilo’s duct tape.”

“It’s all right,” he called out. “I’ll share.”

“Shush, you,” Loren said. “Okay, folks. You poly people are starting to catch up with us monogamists. You’re making us look practically vanilla.” A small ripple of laughter flowed through the crowd. “Today we’re here to witness the commitment of Rebecca and Toby and Logan. Three good people I’m proud to call friends. The men have written their vows, so I’ll shut up and let them take over.”

Logan took Rebecca’s hands in his. “We know you had some struggles in your past. So did we. But sometimes when there’s something better, a risk has to be taken. We love you enough to know the risk is only a fraction of the reward of having you in our lives. I’m asking if you’ll accept and wear our collar, not just to be our submissive. We want you as our friend, our partner, our lover, our wife in pretty much every way. As a person in your own right, bringing your own energy to the table with us. We promise we’ll never control you in any way except how you want to be controlled. And even if you decide one day you don’t want to do BDSM, we still want you as our life partner.”

He handed her over to Toby, who took her hands in his. “We’ll not just take care of you,” he said, “but take care with you. We’ll never take you for granted, never forget you matter just as much as we do, never break your trust. Just like we know that you’ll never do anything to break ours. So, as he asked, we’d like to know if you’d please accept and wear our collar. Not as a symbol of our ownership of you, but as a symbol of your ownership of our hearts, our loves, our trust.”

She nodded, struggling not to cry. They’d pretty much said everything perfectly to trample any stray cobwebs of doubt that wanted to muck things up. “Yes,” she said. “I want that.”

Loren handed them a box. From it, they withdrew a beautiful shimmering blue Niobium chainmaille necklace with an intricate weave.

Before she could ask about it, Toby said, “We did kind of go behind your back for this. Took us forever to make it when you weren’t around.” He playfully smiled. “But we’re hoping you don’t mind us keeping secrets like this.”

Her hand flew to her mouth, the tears now breaking through. “
You
both made it for me?”

Logan nodded. “Did we do okay?”

“You did perfect.”

They got it fastened around her neck as she struggled not to ruin her makeup by slobbering all over them with snot-filled tears.

She kissed Logan, then Toby. The necklace probably took them a couple of weeks to make, at least. That they took the time and care to do that for her overwhelmed her.

“And that’s another one for the books, folks,” Loren teased. “Time to eat!”

* * * *

After food and cake and Eliza-ordered dancing to make it as close to a “proper wedding” as she could make it for her friend, Rebecca and the men changed clothes for play.

Well, the men changed clothes.

Rebecca simply got naked, except for her collar.

And that was what she thought of it as, a collar. Not just a necklace.

They took her over to one of the benches and laid a towel out for her. “Ready for some fun, baby?” Logan asked.

She smiled. “Give me your best.”

He smiled, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss. “I just gave you my best a little bit ago. I gave you my heart.”

“Okay, quit with the mushy stuff,” Toby playfully scolded. “I want to spank an ass.”

“Maybe I should spank
your
ass,” Logan said.

“Sure, but ladies first,” he replied.

She climbed up onto the bench and the men buckled leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Two loving pairs of hands roamed her body, quickly soothing her while at the same time teasing her, stoking the embers inside her, reminding her why she enjoyed this so much.

Because she trusted them.

They started with a light flogger on her back and ass that only served to make her hornier and beg for more. They took turns with light bare-handed spanking before working up to a paddle.

After five swats of the paddle, she heard a Hitachi switch on, and that was the last coherent thought she had for a while, until she finally called yellow on the orgasm play and they turned the vibrator off.

Toby, grinning from ear to ear, knelt in front of her. “Ready for more, or are you done?”

“More what?”

“Canings, coming, cuddling. I’m easy.”

“That’s what he said,” she teased.

“She’s still able to talk,” Logan said. “We obviously didn’t do a good enough job.”

Actually, they had. She didn’t want to expend all her energy right then and not have any for them later. “I’m good…for now.”

He leaned in and kissed her. “Cut her loose, Logan,” he said. “We’ll finish this night at home.”

* * * *

They spent another couple of hours at the club before leaving. After walking Chewi, they retired to the bedroom. She tried to talk her guys into putting the tuxes back on and fucking her while wearing those, but they wouldn’t be swayed.

“I have to have
some
limits for you,” Logan joked. “And ruining a couple of tuxes with lube is one of them. Those things are expensive.”

When Toby grabbed a condom, she knew what was in store for her that night. After the men stripped, Logan pulled her on top of him, impaling her pussy with his cock and kissing her, a hand fisted in her updo and holding her firmly in place.

Behind her, Toby’s fingers started probing her ass, lubing her, prepping her. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?” he teased. “I bet you’re already squeezing his cock, your pussy’s so anxious to ride.”

“She is,” Logan confirmed, staring up into her eyes, a playful smile on his face. “She’s real anxious.”

She loved it when they fucked her at the same time. Damn near addicted to it, the men had been amused to find out that them playing with her ass now triggered her pussy to immediately get wet and ready, her body expecting the double penetration treat.

Logan nipped at the side of her neck, making her shiver. “Such a good girl for us,” he said. “We love being inside you at the same time, being part of you, together. We love making your head explode like that.”

That was one description for it. Something about the feel of both of them inside her gave her intense orgasms every time. No hand or toys needed, either. She didn’t know why and guessed it had something to do with where the cocks pressed against each other and inside her at the same time.

She didn’t care why, because it felt damn good.

Once Toby had comfortably worked three fingers inside her, and she was loudly moaning with pleasure, he pulled off the glove and rolled a condom onto his stiff cock.

“Fuck, I love it when you sound like that,” he said. He lubed his cock and then she felt it, the first press, the slow, steady push as he breached her rim.

He wasn’t even all the way inside her ass before the first orgasm spun up and started soaring through her.

“Hell, she’s coming already. Get moving.” Logan let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, holding on for leverage as he fucked himself up into her.

She knew her role—just stay there and let them fuck her. They didn’t need her help, and in fact if she tried to rock her hips without them telling her to, it could throw off their rhythm.

Since there didn’t appear to be anything wrong with their rhythm, she was happy to let them do their thing.

All she had to do was sit there and enjoy it.

By the time the fourth rolling orgasm washed through her, she was feeling the strain in her arms from keeping herself propped up, and Logan likely could see the struggle to remain upright in her face.

“Okay,” he said. “Time to finish her off.”

She squealed with pleasure, unable to help herself as they both pounded their cocks into her, harder, faster, until finally she heard Toby, and then Logan, let out groans of pleasure before they fell still.

Collapsing on top of Logan, an exhausted, sated sigh escaped her.

Toby stroked her back. “Better, baby?”

“You guys always make it better,” she said.

Logan stroked her cheek. “Do you really like your necklace?”

She opened her eyes to look at him. “Yes. I love it. It’s absolutely perfect.”

Toby pulled out and went to clean up, returning with a warm, wet washcloth for her and a towel. After they were snuggled together in bed, Chewi jumped up, settled himself at the end of the bed with his back turned to them, and let out a snort.

“Hey, she’s ours,” Logan said. “Minuns or not, you have to share.”

“Yeah,” Toby told the dog. “We love her, too.”

Chewi lifted his head, looked at them, and made a huffy-sounding snort.

About time you’re done. That’s my head minun you’re messing with.

He put his head back down.

“I swear I could almost hear him talk and complain about us taking too long,” Toby said.

“Ditto,” Logan echoed.

“I’m telling you, he’s world dominayshun dog,” she said. “He has mental powers.”

“I’m starting to believe you,” Toby said. “Seriously.”

It was a gorgeous spring Saturday.

The perfect day for a joust, as a matter of fact.

They heard the cheer of the crowd go up on the other side of the fairgrounds where the jousting was currently being held.

“Sounds like someone just got knocked off his horse,” Toby quipped without looking up from the intricate bracelet he was working on.

“Those guys are nuts,” Logan added. “Just not right in the head.”

“Hey, they have fun and they bring the crowds,” Rebecca reminded them. “Don’t ever forget that. Without crowds, we don’t make sales.”

They were at the Sarasota Fairgrounds, where they were holding the first weekend of a two-weekend medieval fair. Considering she didn’t have to load up the RV and head out, and they could sleep in their own bed every night, it was an easy weekend money-wise. The large Ren fair up at MOSI in Tampa would be starting the weekend after that, and again, she wouldn’t have to take the RV. She’d rather drive back and forth in the CRV every day.

Besides, the men would help her out every weekend, making her life simpler. Now that they’d both picked up the techniques, they were helping her produce more jewelry than ever, and the custom pieces she was creating to be day collars were starting to really make her decent money.

She was even considering dropping a couple of venues next year, instead of having to be on the road all the time.

Yes, she’d admit it. She was spoiled having Logan and Toby share her bed every night, even if Chewi was still a little miffed at having to take the end of the bed.

They were, after all, his friends and minuns with the good nommies. He couldn’t stay mad at them for too long.

Her FetLife account had exploded in a good way as local kinksters started friending her and spreading word about her creations, and new orders flooded into her Etsy store.

Pretty soon, she might be able to make a living with nothing but the Etsy store sales and the custom day collars. Traveling would be totally optional.