Keeping Karly (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

The cab ride to the airport hotel seemed interminable. Their plane to Hawaii didn’t leave for another fourteen hours, so they’d booked a room knowing that neither of them would be able to resist ravishing their lovely wife. Role-playing in the safety of their friend’s restaurant, in a room specifically set up for such clandestine meetings, was a far cry from dragging their new wife into a janitor’s closet in a place where such behavior might get them arrested under suspicion of terrorism.

Finally they stepped into the larger-than-expected room and closed the door. Grant turned to Karly, dragging her into his embrace before nearly inhaling her with his kiss.

Bryce grumbled good-naturedly as he hefted their bags onto the luggage rack. He riffled through his own suitcase and then returned to pull Karly from his brother’s arms.

“We’re in a bedroom,” he said by way of explanation as he started to strip Karly of her clothes. “That means naked and cuffed, my sweet little sub.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, complying with their wishes with an easy smile, “but perhaps I should give you the wedding gift I bought for you both before you put the cuffs on.”

Intrigued by the thought of Karly buying them something that would interfere with the soft leather cuffs they usually used, Grant watched as she finished getting naked and then turned to her own suitcase. His tongue practically fused to the roof of his mouth when he saw what she’d bought.

Bryce seemed as lost for words as Grant was.

“It’s okay,” Karly said, her worried gaze swinging from one to the other of them. “I trust you both.”

“Little one,” Grant finally managed to force past his teeth, “that’s not necessary.”

She shook her head, disagreeing with her Dom as gently as she could. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I think it is.”

“Baby, you don’t need to prove anything to us. We love you. We’ll always love you. This isn’t necessary.” Bryce moved to take their woman into his arms, but she stepped away from him and shook her head.

“But it’s something I need to do.”

“You need to do it?” Bryce asked, echoing the exact question running through Grant’s mind. “Why?”

She shrugged, perhaps not as confident as she felt before seeing their reactions. “That first night we were together, you gave me back something that I hadn’t even noticed was missing. It’s about time I returned the favor.”

This isn’t going quite the way I expected.

I knew they might hesitate at what I have planned for our wedding night, but their horror at my suggestion is a little disconcerting. I know they love me, but I also know they’re curtailing their needs for me.

“Baby,” Bryce says, trying again to draw me into his embrace, “we know that you love us. You don’t need to prove anything.”

I step away from the warmth of his arms. “This isn’t about proof. This is about giving my Doms what they need.”

Bryce shakes his head but Grant freezes on the spot as he watches me closely.

Perhaps he figured out why I chose this particular BDSM implement. I suppose it isn’t that hard to guess as to the source of my information. My sister and her husband are probably the only people I know well enough to ask such questions. Ironically Chris hadn’t been as upset as I expected he would be when I sat him and my sister down and asked endless questions about the type of things that Bryce and Grant had enjoyed when they’d been regular visitors at the club. I’d expected Chris to tell me to ask my own Doms, or perhaps even tell me to mind my own business, but instead he’d given me a warm smile, nodded in approval, and answered every query I had about the men I’ve just married.

I know this is one of their favorite forms of restraint.

“Baby, that thing is called a doggie stock. Do you even know how it works?”

I nod nervously. Casey described, in probably more detail that I needed to know, exactly how the restraints work, and how they make a sub feel. I need to do this, not only for my husbands, but also for me.

Bryce looks ready to explode in temper. “Do you even understand how dangerous these things can be? There is a very real danger of positional asphyxiation? You could die doing something like this.”

I know that. Casey gave me very explicit safety instructions, perhaps finally getting a dose of the worry I felt for her all the years before she met Chris. But it’s the fear in Bryce’s eyes that scares me the most. I’ve been so busy trying to overcome the horrors of my past marriage that I’ve never really considered how finding me injured and bleeding had affected him.

I step into his embrace, trying to comfort him as he would comfort me. His arms are shaking as they wrap tightly around me and pull me closer. Bryce rocks me slightly, his breathing ragged.

“What are your safe words, little sub?” Grant asks from behind me. I feel Bryce tense up and for a moment I think they might even come to blows. They’ve disagreed over the past twelve months, but I’ve never really seen them argue. As brothers go, they get along exceptionally well.

Bryce wraps a large hand over the side of my head, pressing me deeper into his embrace. I get the impression that they’re having a silent contest of wills, but it’s Grant’s question that seems to break the tension.

“Were you risking the lives of the subs you played with at the club?”

Bryce shuffles his feet slightly. “Of course not,” he mumbles as his fierce grip on me loosens just a bit. “Protecting a sub is one of the most important obligations a Dom has.” After a few deep inhalations, he shakes his head slowly, a soft laugh escaping him as the tension drains away. “You’re a bastard some days, you know that, right?”

I don’t see Grant’s response, but whatever it was, it finally manages to dispel the remaining tension from the room.

“What are your safe words, little sub?” Grant asks again as he eases me out of Bryce’s embrace and leads me to the bed.

“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green to go.”

He nods and smiles slightly. “Bryce and I will ask for your safe word several times during this scene,” Grant says, lifting my face so that I’m looking directly into his eyes. “We will call an immediate halt if you don’t answer. Is that clear?”

I glance at Bryce. He seems both excited and terrified by what is happening now. “Very clear, Sir,” I manage to say with a small nod.

“Good girl.” The warm touch of Grant’s fingers against my face and the soft press of his lips go a long way to reassuring me that I’ve made the right choice. They need this from me, my complete submission, my absolute trust, and I truly need to give it to them. Fourteen months ago I couldn’t have imagined even contemplating what I’m about to do, but with these two men it feels like a natural evolution of our relationship.

Grant urges me onto my knees on the edge of the bed and then eases me forward with a warm hand between my shoulder blades. I tuck my arms underneath me, making them accessible to him as he arranges my hands and my feet into the wooden stockade device. I’m now lying facedown, my hands secured between my feet, my pussy and ass in the air.

I can feel excitement curling through me, my pussy softening as my arousal level rises.

“You look very beautiful like this, little sub,” Grant says as he caresses over the cheeks of my ass.

“Give me a safe word, Karly,” Bryce demands as he moves to the side of the bed to see my face.

“Green, Sir.” Heat curls through me as I see his custom-made flogger in his hand. I’m truly hoping that he will use it on me properly this time. Sensation play is fun, but I long for the day when Bryce and Grant will take what they need. Gliding the soft leather strips over my skin doesn’t leave the marks they’d described that first day when they’d shown me the beautifully crafted flogger. And I don’t even want to think about the pats on my ass that they both call a spanking. I know they’re holding back.

I sigh softly when Bryce glides the soft strips over my ass, the leather tickling along the crease as I lie here hoping for more. Ironically, after hoping so hard, the harsh flick against my ass takes me by surprise. I gasp softly, sort of shuffling in place as the sweet sting morphs into delight.

“Thank you, Sir,” I say as excitement courses through my veins.

There seems to be a slight hesitation before the next hit, but when it comes it’s much harder than the first. I wriggle as the heat spreads across my bottom. “Green,” I say before Bryce can even ask me. I want this. I want to wear their marks. I want to feel like I truly belong to them both.

Several more hits land against my ass and thighs as my breathing accelerates and my pussy pulses with need. Oh, heavens, I hadn’t realized how much I would enjoy this. I’m wriggling now from impatience. I’m actually on the verge of orgasm and neither of them has touched me intimately yet.

The harsh slap of a palm makes me jump. I can’t move very much, so I don’t exactly go far, but I immediately push my bottom back toward them, hoping for another. “Green,” I practically yell when they take longer than I’d hoped. The next slap is even harder, my whole ass seeming to be covered in heat. I nearly sigh in relief as rough hands rub over my flesh. The heat from my stinging skin is incredible, but it’s the fact that I’m loving every moment that keeps taking me by surprise.

When the flogger lands on my pussy lips, I groan with need. I can feel my arousal coating my pussy, the slippery evidence of my need gliding down my thighs.

“Please,” I beg, unable to stay still despite the security of my bonds. Thank heavens I thought to buy the luxury model with padded leather lined feet and wrist holes otherwise I’d likely be sporting a lot of bruises and scrapes by the time I’m released.

“Come for us, little one,” Grant says at the same time that the flogger begins hitting me in earnest. Oh, heavens, I’ve never felt anything like it. My clit is aching, throbbing with my heartbeat, the muscles inside my pussy are contracting and releasing, my breathing is rapid, my need overwhelming.

That first burst of movement, the single shiver that heralds my orgasm, is so incredible that I nearly cry from the joy of it. And then I begin to shake all over, my movements no longer mine to control. Air escapes me, a long ragged sigh filling the air as wave after wave of shivering, shaking climax rolls through me.

“Safe word, Karly?” Bryce asks quietly as he lies down beside me.

“Green, Sir,” I manage to say, trying to focus on the men that I love rather than the ticking aftershocks of my orgasm. “Very green, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Grant says as I feel his cock slide into my pussy. He fucks me violently, his pace harder and faster than anything I’ve shared with them before. Bryce watches me, his love and concern for my welfare bringing tears to my eyes.

“Happy tears,” I manage to say on a half sob.

Bryce gives me a smile and reaches over to touch my face. “We know,” he says in a warm tone of voice. With Grant pounding into me, keeping my eyes focused is not an easy task. I close them against the rapid, jolting movement of everything in my vision.

I’m already winding closer to another orgasm when Grant suddenly moves away.

Bryce takes his place, fucking me just as hard as his brother has done. I try to open my eyes, but Grant’s warm hand over my face discourages that idea. “Relax, little sub. We’ll let you orgasm again soon.”

I whimper when Bryce pulls away, my empty pussy throbbing almost painfully. The not-quite familiar, slippery touch of a butt plug against my ass has me pushing back in anticipation. The hard slap against my thigh as Bryce admonishes me to behave does nothing to cool me down. Ever since Bryce took me anally two nights ago, they’ve taken turns pushing a butt plug into my ass, playing with it until I near orgasm, and then removing the damn thing.

It might be partially why I’m more than ready to fight for their possession. Refusing me orgasm over the past two days was not very nice of my Doms. Although, considering how much I enjoyed my climax a few minutes ago, perhaps their tactics had a purpose after all.

This plug is bigger, much bigger, and I gasp as Bryce pushes it in and out of my ass gently. I groan when he pushes it to the hilt and then leaves it there. Fear nearly overwhelms me when I feel his cock against my pussy, but then the same trust that I’d felt for them both when I’d bought the doggie stockade comes rushing back and I practically melt into their care once more. I open my eyes to see Grant smiling at me.

“Good girl,” Bryce praises as he caresses his hands over my stinging ass. His cock feels much bigger with the plug in my ass. I gasp shallowly as he gently works his way into my overstuffed body, but when he finally pushes to the hilt, something inside me changes, the uncomfortably full feeling making way for something more incredible. I groan as orgasm streaks through me.

“Holy shit,” Bryce exclaims as my pussy drags at his cock, caressing him as my orgasm grows even stronger. I quiver all over when he pulls his cock out of me. I’m starting to worry that I’ve done something wrong, but Bryce leans over me, temporarily pressing me hard against the arms I have trapped underneath me. “Hold on to that thought, baby, for when we’re both inside you.”

Just the image of cradling both my husbands inside my body is enough to send me back to the brink of orgasm. I pant, trying to regain control, almost laughing at the need. Just over a month ago I didn’t even know enough about sex to miss it, yet here I am desperately trying not to orgasm.