Keeping Karly (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

If I wasn’t so damn horny, I’d laugh at that.

I sigh as they release me from the stockade and then lay quiescent as they massage my muscles to ensure that the blood flow hasn’t been compromised. Eventually, with the fires of my arousal banked but not extinguished, Grant rolls me onto my stomach and touches the butt plug. I hum with appreciation as he uses it to fuck me slowly before removing it completely.

He pushes my legs wide as he settles behind me, his strong arm lifting my hips slightly as he presses his cock to my anus. He slides in easily, his soft groan in my ear very approving. He rocks into my body a few times, his cock making every nerve ending flare to life. I’m already panting as he rolls us both over, my back to his front, my ass still impaled on his cock.

He pulls me harder against him, plastering my back to his chest as he slides his hands down my legs and lifts my knees up leaving my pussy wide open. Bryce pushes my legs even wider as he fits his cock against my pussy. I’m shaking with anticipation, trusting them both, the sensations somehow magnified by the unshakeable knowledge that neither of these men would ever hurt me.

Again it’s that thought that sends heat bursting through me, the orgasm unexpected in its intensity, my body caressing both men as I moan softly. Bryce grunts, thrusting to the hilt as my body once again takes over. He presses his lips to mine, swallowing the sounds that escape me as sensation ripples over me again and again and again.

Soon they’re both panting hard, fucking me desperately, groaning their own needs as they find a rhythm that suits them both. I can’t move, trapped between them as I am, my love for them growing even more as I realize how much they need me. I’m not just the woman they rescued from a violent marriage. I’m truly their submissive, a woman they love and protect and cherish with every heartbeat.

As they both thrust to the hilt, holding me pressed between them, they finally groan out their own orgasms. I wrap one arm behind me, holding Grant close as Bryce kisses me like the world is coming to an end.

“I love you both,” I whisper sincerely as incredible emotions, the strength of which I’d never considered possible, flow through me.

I can feel Bryce shaking as he pulls away. Actually, both of them are shaking as they carefully extract their cocks and Grant moves to get cleaned up. My legs are like jelly, and I’m very grateful for Bryce’s strength as he holds me close and makes it clear that I’m not expected to go anywhere. Grant returns quickly and carefully cleans me up. My usual embarrassment at what has become a fairly common occurrence when my men make love to me is finally overridden by the exhaustion weighting my limbs and the love overflowing my heart.

“Are you okay?” I finally manage to ask Bryce as he arranges me on my side and then hugs me from behind. His muscles still seem to be quivering in reaction.

“More than okay, baby.”

I frown, a little concerned that he’s trying to hide his reaction from me after such amazing sex. Grant frowns as well at his brother’s untruthful answer.

Finally Bryce laughs softly and I feel the tension ease from his muscles. “Don’t look at me like that,” he says to his brother. “You were as overwhelmed as I was.”

“Overwhelmed?” I ask. They’ve been Doms for years. I can’t imagine anything we’ve done would be overwhelming to either of them. Yes, our sex life is far kinkier than I’ve ever imagined, but compared to my sister’s and some of the other people I’ve met through my men, it’s actually quite tame.

“It’s different with you, Karly,” Bryce finally confesses. “More intense, somehow.” He shrugs, apparently unable to express in words what he was feeling. I look over my shoulder and give him a belligerent look. They’ve spent the past month pushing me to explain every emotion that swelled through me, but apparently they can’t do the same themselves. “The emotions are heightened,” Bryce eventually says. “Knowing what you’ve been through makes the gift of your trust so much more amazing, so much more incredible.”

“So much more valuable,” Grant adds, proving that maybe they can express what they’re feeling. “Karly, you know we love you, but the fact that you love us back so freely, that you trust us both not to hurt you, and that you’re willing to submit to and enjoy our Domination is more than we’d ever dared hope.”

“You’re an amazing woman, Karly Anderson, and it’s truly an honor to be your husbands,” Bryce says in a quiet, reverent tone. “Thank you for picking us.”

Tears fill my eyes as I reach blindly to pull both men into my embrace.

Life is rarely perfect, yet in moments like this it seems so. I wouldn’t wish the experience of my first marriage onto anyone, but it serves to highlight how much more amazing true love really is. I silently swear to the universe that I will never forget how amazing these men truly are.

“Close your eyes,” Grant says, getting more comfortable beside me. “I have a very deep need to hold you close while we get some sleep.”

Bryce nods and wastes no time in shuffling across a little to make more room for his brother. “We’ll talk about your punishment later.”

“Punishment?” I ask, feeling an unexpected thrill of excitement.

“Yes, my sweet little sub,” Bryce says as his hands move up to caress my breasts softly. “Did you think we’d let you get away with asking someone else about our kinks? If you have questions, brat, you ask your Doms from now on. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, striving for the proper tone of respect. I manage to ruin it with a smile. I’m actually looking forward to what they consider punishment. Even now the delicious sting on my ass is reminding me how wonderful a spanking can be. Of course Grant is watching every emotion play across my face.

He laughs softly, reaches for one of my nipples and squeezes it until I gasp.

“These will look very pretty decorated with my marks. Get some sleep, little sub. You’re going to need it.”

I smile happily as I close my eyes. I truly intend to love and honor these men for the rest of my life.

As for the “obey” part of our vows…I’m starting to appreciate how being bad sometimes can be very, very good.

“Aren’t you ready yet?” Bryce teased as Casey tried to lift her already-huge pregnant belly out of the chair. Her husband and Dom moved to help her, Chris’s love and adoration for the woman carrying their first child obvious in every soft touch. Pregnancy suited Casey. She’d been grumpy at first that she could no longer indulge in the extreme fetish play that she’d enjoyed before becoming pregnant, but now she seemed eager for the baby to arrive.

Of course, being a masochist who craved intense pain, Casey would likely enjoy the delivery a lot more than most other women. She smiled as her sister practically ran through the room, apparently searching for something, her nerves and agitation nearly living, breathing entities. Bryce and Grant both moved toward their wife and gripped a wrist each in a clear indication that they were taking command.

“Breathe, Karly,” Bryce said in a deep voice. She gave him that adoring look that always made him feel like the luckiest man alive, and did exactly as she was ordered. He watched her face as she quickly released some of the tension she’d been feeling.

“I’m not sure I can do this,” she whispered quietly.

“Grant and I will be with you every step of the way. You’re ready for this. We know you are.”

“But—” she tried to argue. He placed a hand over her mouth, quickly cutting off any objections she might want to raise.

“You’re ready,” he said, injecting as much authority into those words as he could muster. She’d actually been looking forward to their first foray into exhibitionism for months now. She’d worked hard to learn the proper protocols of the club, to know what was expected, to understand the intense and intimate power play between a Dom and a sub when they played a scene for others to watch. She’d even won an award for her insightful, unbiased, well-researched, and deeply thought-out series of articles on BDSM that she’d published in the local papers.

He’d always known she would struggle to go to the club and face the people she’d hurt with her earlier newspaper stories, but she’d more than made up for it since.

“What if they still hate me?” she mumbled through the fingers he held over her mouth.

“Baby, they’re reasonable adults. Yes, a few might still hold a grudge, but most understand the reaction to your sister’s injuries and they know what you’ve been through yourself” She blushed at the reminder. She’d been horribly embarrassed that so many of the Doms and their subs had known the truth about her first marriage, but she’d slowly grown to realize the sense of belonging to a community that it gave her.

But it seemed that maybe she’d forgotten. She wasn’t walking into a lion’s den tonight. Many of the people who would be there were already people she knew outside of the club.

“Do you trust me and Grant?” he asked, already knowing that she did. She rolled her eyes, earning another punishment that he couldn’t wait to mete out. Ever since their wedding night they’d enjoyed a deeper Dom-sub relationship. He and Grant had discovered very early on in their marriage to this woman that tickling was a very effective method of getting their little sub to behave. She loved to be spanked, flogged, and occasionally even striped with a cane, but it was tickling that got her to comply to their wishes.

“Of course I trust both of you, bu—” He quickly covered her mouth again when he saw that she intended to say more.

“Then that’s all that matters. We’ll keep you safe, Karly. Always.”

“I know you will,” she said, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. Tears filmed her eyes as she whispered, “I love you.”

He hugged her close. “I love you, too, little sub.”

“Do you think we could get this collaring ceremony done before I go into labor?” Casey asked from the doorway. It was obvious that she was quite amused by her sister’s delaying tactics.

Karly laughed, stuck her tongue out at Casey, and turned her gaze back to Bryce.

“Ready?” he whispered, knowing that the question showed just a little of his own concern. As her husbands and Doms, he and Grant believed she was ready, but they were also human and not immune to making mistakes.

As always Karly sensed his disquiet, proving over again that she truly was their perfect match, the seamless mix of submissive and caring, confident and trusting, that he’d searched for his entire life. She lifted up on her toes, pressed a soft, loving kiss to his mouth, and whispered two words that meant so much more to them all than just an affirmative answer.

“Yes, Sir.”

THE END

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