One Ring [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  That only deepened her blush.

  He noticed.

  “Hey…” The eyebrow arched as he moved closer. “Is someone feeling a little bit of a breeze downstairs?”

  She averted her gaze before nodding and quickly taking another swallow of beer.

  He reached a hand over and, with just his thumb and forefinger, plucked the hem of her sundress and lifted it. “Niiice. Good to see you all shaved down there on a non-play day.”

  “Seems like someone requested I keep myself like that.” Gawd, it felt like lava flowing through her cheeks, not blood. They usually didn’t banter like this outside of playing. Always friendly, sometimes flirty, but never so blatantly sexual.

  “Someone certainly did.” He released the hem of her dress and sat back. “Good girl.”

  When she looked, the smile he wore nearly made her come right there. How could the man do that to her? Without even touching her clit?

  Hell, both of them could do it to her.

  Don walked out onto the lanai. He looked freshly showered and wore shorts and nothing else. He also carried a bottle of beer. “There you all are.” He walked over and leaned against the hot tub. “Did I miss a staff meeting?”

  “Check this out,” Carl said. Before she could stop him, he’d reached over again and lifted her sundress.

  Don tipped his head to get a better view. “Ooh, niiice. Good girl.”

  “That’s what I told her.”

  Now her cheeks absolutely flamed. She’d be catching on fire in a minute and need to jump in the pool.

  She pressed the cold bottle of beer against her right cheek, then her left one.

  “I think you embarrassed her,” Don said.

  When she looked, his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. He was overdue for a haircut, and his brown locks were starting to develop a little bit of a curl to them.

  Hell, she was nearly single by legal definitions, the guys were single, and she was tired of waiting for her life to happen while she waited for her memories of her life with Mike to quit dragging her down.

  “That’s okay. She’s our good girl. We can embarrass her if we want when it’s just the three of us alone.”

  Her breath quickened. She knew this was a tipping point if she ever felt one.

  And she wanted to fall.

  Hard.

  Because she instinctively knew their arms would be waiting to safely catch her.

  “Because as of today, you’re officially our good girl now, aren’t you?” Carl asked.

  She nodded.

  “Then say it,” Don told her.

  Her mouth went dry. She swallowed, then whispered, “I’m your good girl.”

  Don straightened and set his bottle of beer on the edge of the hot tub. “You’re our good girl, huh?”

  She nodded.

  “When we ask you a question, you answer us unless we tell you not to speak. You’re our good girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do good girls do everything they’re told?”

  Her heart pounded in her chest. “Yes, Sir.”

  His voice dropped, not just in volume, but in timbre, sounding like he did when they played at the club. “Then our good girl better take that sundress off and show us her beautiful body.”

  She looked at him, into his blue eyes, and realized he wasn’t kidding.

  She knew she could damn well call red, stop this right there, and end it.

  She didn’t want to.

  She set her bottle next to Don’s, reached down, and pulled her sundress off, dropping it to the pool deck next to her.

  * * * *

  Holy…fuck!

  Don hadn’t actually expected her to do it. He figured she’d either think he was joking and blow it off, or safeword. Especially considering the emotional ride she no doubt went through today. Yes, he and Carl had discussed approaching her once her divorce was final, to see if she wanted to step things up and formalize them, but this…

  He had not expected this.

  There she stood, every inch of her gorgeous rounded curves completely exposed and bare to them. Her hazel gaze was now on the front of his shorts, which he realized were painfully tented by his erection.

  Yes, he’d seen her naked plenty of times before.

  This was different.

  This was just the three of them, alone, at home.

  And she wanted to be theirs.

  Carl stood and leaned over, catching her hand and drawing her close.

  “Put your hands at your side and keep them there,” Carl ordered.

  She did.

  He leaned in and engulfed one pink, peaked nipple in his mouth, making her moan.

  Okay then.

  Don leaned in and sucked her other nipple into his mouth, her responding moan to that action only hardening his cock to an epically painful level he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager.

  He reached between her legs with one finger, sucking a little harder on her nipple when she spread her legs more for him, rewarding her with tracing his finger over the tip of her swollen clit before easily sliding it inside her wet pussy.

  He suspected too much would make her blow, and if she was going to blow, he wanted their cocks inside her when she did.

  If she really was theirs now, and wanted to be theirs, they were going to break her in right, by god, and make sure—unlike her ex—that she had absolutely no reason to go anywhere else.

  He released her nipple and stood nose-to-nose with her, his lips almost on hers, his finger still inside her pussy. “A good girl likes it when her Sirs fuck her, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell us what you want, then.”

  Her gaze never left his. “I want to be your good girl. Both of you. I want to belong to you both. I want to feel both your cocks inside me.”

  They’d discussed this as a possibility when they’d talked limits once, but hadn’t gotten into it specifically because, hell, at that time, they weren’t even having sex.

  “Then we’ll need to get a butt plug worked into our girl’s sweet, virgin ass before that can happen. And you’ll be sucking our cocks, keeping them hard, while your ass gets used to it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Don leaned his head back, pulling in the reins. “If there’s anything you don’t want to happen, you say red, just like at the club. Anything. Whether sex or play.”

  “I know, Sir.”

  Fuck. It didn’t help that every time she said Sir, it made his cock throb.

  “Then you need to say it so we know you mean it and aren’t just caught up in this.”

  “I want to go to sleep tonight after you two have fucked every hole I have and made me come harder than I ever have in my life. And if that means I swallow a few loads from both of you, even better.”

  Holy…fuuuck…

  Carl released her other nipple. “Then I suggest we move this to a bedroom before I come in my swim trunks right here and make that a moot point.”

  Don pulled his finger from her pussy and her lips opened as he touched it to them. She sucked his finger into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it in a way that nearly made him come.

  “How long has it been since you gave a blow job, baby?” he hoarsely asked.

  She released his finger. “Too damn long. FYI, I love giving head.”

  Carl stood and climbed out of the hot tub. “Thank god your ex is the dumbest fucking man on the face of the planet.” He swatted her on the ass. “Middle of Don’s bed. Right now. Grab a couple of towels on your way there. Be waiting on your hands and knees.”

  She ran to do it.

  Carl and Don watched her go. Carl turned to him and dropped his voice. “This going to be okay?”

  Don nodded. “Yeah.”

  “You sure? Because I don’t want to fuck up my friendship with you over this.”

  “She wants both of us, then I’m willing to share her if you are. As long as we can both get alone time with her every so o
ften.”

  They stared at each other for a moment.

  “This could be for life,” Carl said.

  Don nodded. “I know. That’s what I’m hoping.”

  “Okay,” Carl said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Then let’s go fuck our sweet subbie’s brains out and check some stuff off of her sexual bucket list and ours.”

  * * * *

  Mel was trembling with need by the time the men joined her in the bedroom. As ordered, she was waiting on her hands and knees on the bed.

  She heard them getting things ready, and, in a couple of minutes, felt the mattress dip behind her.

  A gloved hand touched her ass. Don. “We’ll go slow. If it hurts, you say so immediately, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She heard the snick of a lube container being opened, and then felt his finger begin to rub some of the cool goo against her virgin rim.

  This was really going to happen!

  Carl climbed onto the bed next to her and buckled a leather collar around her neck. “When we’re playing you wear a collar so you remember whose good girl you are.” He grabbed her by the chin and made her look up into his green gaze. “Tell us who you belong to.”

  “I belong to my Sirs, Don and Carl.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, hard, deep, his tongue exploring, sucking on her lower lip before letting her go. “Good girl. Forehead on the bed, keep your pretty ass in the air.”

  She did, closing her eyes.

  Carl was doing something else, because she felt the bed move. Then he reached under her, found her right breast, and started playing with it. His fingers tormented, teased, drawing her nipple into a tight, aching peak.

  And then…she felt the bite of a nipple clamp being attached.

  She let out a cry.

  “That’s our gooood girl,” Don cooed. “Such a good girl.”

  She’d thought about safewording, but something about his tone of voice drove it back, hard. Already, the ache was receding, even as her clit throbbed.

  “Hey, look at that,” Carl said. Then a hand reached between her pussy lips and swiped down her pussy. “She’s literally dripping wet. I think that’s a first for her with us.”

  Fingers pressed against her lips and she sucked on them, tasting herself, a blissful haze settling in over her thoughts.

  “That’s because she’s our good girl and wants us to take care of her the right way,” Don said in full-on Dom tone. “Good girls always get wet for their Sirs. Just wait until she starts getting wet from us making her kneel for us when we get home.”

  She softly moaned at that mental image, of awaiting them in the hallway, naked, kneeling, mouth open and ready to suck their cocks.

  “She likes that idea,” Carl said. He pulled the fingers from her mouth. Then he started playing with her left nipple. Despite knowing what was coming, she couldn’t help but try to rock her hips against Don’s finger now gently pressing for entrance against her rim.

  “Good girl,” Don told her. “Good girls are always eager for their Sirs to get their asses ready for fucking.”

  Then Carl clipped the nipple clamp to her left nipple and she gasped. At the same time, Don slid the finger inside her ass, holding it still and giving her time to adjust.

  She heard a hum start. Before she could even think about that, Carl pressed the vibrator against her swollen clit and it felt like the world exploded around her. Her orgasm pulled a howling moan of pleasure from her that had both men praising her. Somewhere around that time, Carl added even more lube and was now actively fucking her ass with his finger while she was humping herself back and forth between his hand and the vibrator.

  Carl’s other hand settled in her hair, fisting it, holding her in place. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he told her. “You let it feel good. We’re going to show you what a good girl you are and keep you well fucked, just like you asked.”

  Had she thought this might be a temporary, one-off thing?

  Fuck that noise. She wanted this. She wanted them. The thought of having them both, like this, whenever she wanted, turned any reservations she might have had into melted butter.

  Don worked up to fucking her ass with two fingers, then three, as Carl used the vibrator on her and lightly flicked at the nipple clamps.

  After a little while, the hand in her ass disappeared, leaving her moaning.

  “Hold on, baby,” Don said. “I’m getting there.” He pressed something against her asshole. “Breathe through this, because it might be bigger than you’re expecting.”

  He started slowly fucking her ass with it, gaining a little more ground with each press, the butt plug widening, pressing, stretching her, just until she thought she wasn’t going to be able to take it and have to safeword, when the widest point passed through and her body sucked it all the way in.

  “Good girl!” both men said.

  The vibrator shut off, leaving her gasping, shuddering as the last waves still rolled through her. With every flutter of her pussy, her ass clamped down on the butt plug, too.

  Carl made her sit up, on her knees, made slightly uncomfortable by the large toy embedded in her ass. He removed the right nipple clamp, immediately sucking her nipple into his mouth as she cried out at the stinging pain of blood rushing back into it. Ditto the left.

  Apparently she’d missed Don going into the bathroom, because he returned. “Ooh, good, while she’s up.” He grabbed something, and she realized it was the leather wrist cuffs. He buckled them around her wrists, pulling them behind her and clipping her wrists together.

  That left her helpless, her breasts now sticking out in front of her as the position forced her chest out.

  Don and Carl knelt in front of her, once again sucking on her nipples, the men taking turns reaching between her spread legs and playing with her pussy, working her up again, finger-fucking her, making her suck her juices off their fingers.

  Carl grabbed her chin. “The next time you get to come again,” he said, “is when both our cocks are fucking you. One in your pussy, one in your ass. So you’re going to spend a little time on your knees with that butt plug up your ass.”

  He grinned. “And I want to see the rest of the Monday Night Football game. So we’re going out into the living room. You’re going to give us both blow jobs, swallow a load of cum from each of us, and then get us hard again so that after the game’s over, we’ll be ready to fuck you.”

  “Oh, skills check while you do, to keep your interest up,” Don said, holding up a vibrating dildo. “We don’t have a Sybian, lucky for you. But we’re going to make do.”

  They grabbed her by the arms and carefully helped her up and off the bed and out to the living room. Don spread out two towels on the couch for them. Now she could get a good look at their cocks and she saw why a butt plug was necessary.

  They were both hung, at least eight inches.

  She’d be feeling this fucking in the morning, thank god.

  Don rolled several beach towels together to make a large roll. After tossing a seat cushion from one of the living room chairs onto the floor in front of the couch, he covered that with another towel and then positioned the towel roll on it.

  They lowered her to her knees, straddling the roll of towels, and then Mel grokked the plan. Don turned the dildo on, set to low, and carefully worked it into her pussy, making her moan as he slowly fucked it into her.

  “That’s it,” Carl said. “Make as much noise as you want, because pretty soon we’ll have our cocks in your mouth to keep you quiet.”

  The roll of towels kept the dildo firmly wedged inside her. She could almost fuck herself on it, but not enough to get her off again. Not without the use of her hands.

  Carl sat in front of her first, legs spread. He gathered her hair behind her head in one hand and had the base of his cock fisted in the other. “Okay, baby. Let’s do this. Show us what a good girl you are.”

  She opened wide and didn’t need him to ask twice. His moan of pleasure f
elt like it reverberated through her entire body as she took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could.

  Don stroked her back as she bobbed her head up and down on Carl’s cock. “Just wait until we have her properly trained. One of us can be fucking her ass or pussy like this while she goes down on the other one.”

  That moan was from her, muffled by Carl’s cock.

  “She likes that idea,” Carl gasped.

  Don’s hand drifted down her body, settling on the base of the butt plug, where he started rhythmically pressing on it. “Of course she does. She’s been neglected for too damn long. She’s a good girl who just needed the right men to show her how good she is, men who can appreciate what a good girl she is.”

  Another whine escaped her.

  They got it.

  They really got it. This wasn’t just bullshit for a scene.

  They understood her.

  Neglected is exactly how she’d felt. Even before right now, she’d had more of an emotional connection with these two as platonic roomies than she’d had with her own damn husband in several years.

  How sad was that?

  She wouldn’t let thoughts like that ruin tonight, though. Right now, all she wanted to do was suck their cocks, make them come, and enjoy every bit of pleasure they were giving her.

  Carl cradled her head in both hands, in control, fucking her mouth more than she was actually servicing him.

  “Fuck, baby,” he gasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

  Don nibbled on the shell of her ear, his hand still pressing on the butt plug. “I rubbed one out in the shower this morning,” he whispered. “I was thinking about how beautiful you’d look sucking our cocks, and it’s nice to know the reality is even better. So I’m going to be able to last a while. I’m going to have you kneeling here and holding my cock in your mouth, just keeping me hard for a little while, before I finally let you swallow my load. Just remember, we’re in control, baby. You’re our good girl. I heard you in there using your vibrator last night after we sent you to bed. You don’t get to do that anymore without permission. You want to come? You have to ask us for it.”

  “Fuck!” Carl pushed deep into her throat, and his steady stream of pre-cum turned into a gush of hot juices over her tongue. She swallowed, trying to keep up, her mind spinning in a blissful haze of every sexual fantasy she’d ever had being eclipsed by the wonderful reality of these two guys taking charge.