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  Yes, it was a win-win for her, and a definite win for them.

  After dinner with their friends, they headed for Venture. Both men would be topping her, and she knew they’d packed the nail driver.

  Because she’d asked them to.

  Tonight they would have carte blanche with her inside of club rules. They knew her hard limits, they wouldn’t let anyone else touch her, and when they went home after she suspected she’d get a fuck to take the bar they’d already set pretty damn high and send it to the stratosphere.

  They also planned on tying her to the bench tonight, Max getting to use his rope skills on her, making sure she couldn’t move, couldn’t squirm away from them when they started in on her with the vibrator.

  She felt like bouncing on her toes, eager to play instead of talking to their friends, trying to catch the men’s eyes and get them to give her the high sign. Unfortunately it seemed their sadistic streaks included mind fucks, happy to kiss her and pull her close, teasing her, but keeping her on edge.

  She didn’t see Lydia, much to her relief.

  Finally, she turned on Max. “What do I have to do to get my ass beat?”

  He grinned. “Oh, are we a little anxious?”

  She stuck her tongue out at him.

  His hand shot out and caught her hair, pulling her in close so he could nibble on her neck. “Keep sticking that tongue out at me,” he growled in her ear. “I know where you can stick it later.”

  Okay, that made her even wetter. “Please beat my ass so we can go home and fuck.”

  Sean burst out laughing. “Wow. That was romantic.”

  Max grabbed him by the hair, too, and pulled him in. “What was that?”

  It almost looked like Sean was going to drop into subspace. “Nothin’.”

  “Maybe I should beat both your asses tonight.”

  “I was promised a tag-team match,” she protested.

  “I can do both. You, with his help, then him.”

  “Do me! Do me!” she begged.

  Sean snorted. “Do me! Do me!”

  She reached over and playfully smacked his arm. “You can get beaten later. I want to be beaten now.”

  “We did promise her a beating,” Max said. “So let’s go beat our girl.”

  She liked the way he said that. It sent a warm thrill through her.

  Our girl.

  It felt right. In some ways, that scared her, that it felt so right so soon.

  In other ways, she wondered how the hell she’d gotten so lucky.

  Maybe this is where the universe was trying to steer me.

  If so, she was glad to be here.

  * * * *

  On any other night, Max would have gladly beaten Sean’s ass on demand. Tonight he wanted them focused on Cali, showing her she had quickly become the center of their universe.

  He had expected them to come to love her, but not this soon. And, for his part, not this deep, like he couldn’t remember life before her.

  It even made the bad memories from the past fade away as if they’d never been real to start with.

  All he had to do was look at Cali and see the eager light in her eyes. Beyond that, of course, the fact that she was anything but a leech or a mooch, draining him and Sean of money, energy, time, and resources until they were bled drier than Death Valley in the middle of summer.

  Like…some people in their past had been.

  Focus. On Cali. Right now.

  When they got their spanking bench, Cali eagerly stripped off her dress and panties, almost throwing herself on the bench before Sean could get a towel put down for her.

  Ready, willing, giving.

  It was too soon to tell her that, that they loved her. Not without risking scaring her off because she thought they were weird or creeps or something.

  Although she lived with them, so she already knew what kind of weird creeps she had to deal with and didn’t seem to mind so far.

  Especially when making love to her.

  They buckled the leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles and clipped her to restraint points on the bench before Max started tying her with rope, securing her arms, her lower legs, and her torso to the bench.

  She couldn’t move.

  Sean slipped a blindfold on her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head up and back. “Ready for some fun?”

  She wiggled her cute ass a little, all the movement she could manage. “Uh-huh.”

  Tonight they were playing with mostly their own implements, made in their shop, both old and new products. He wanted to test a few things out on her, to see how they performed, how they felt in his hand during a scene.

  Everyone’s a winner.

  She got her butt beat, they conducted R&D…although deducting their club fees as a business expense might prove hard to explain to the IRS.

  They started out easy, bare-handed spanking, warming her up before moving into the heavier stuff. He was vaguely aware of the audience they were drawing. Everyone loved watching a cute woman’s cute ass get beat.

  His focus remained on her.

  Sean moved around behind her and started prepping the nail driver. He had to hunt down an electric outlet for the extension cord. There was a moment when Max was worried that it wouldn’t be long enough, but then Sean found a closer outlet and saved the day.

  After about thirty minutes, he’d worked her all the way up to some carbon fiber canes, raising nice striped welts along her flesh. He could see her juices coating the insides of her thighs, the way she arched her back to flex her ass into each impact, her moans sounding deep and throaty and letting him know she was ready. He gave Sean the sign to move in with the vibrator.

  Touching it against her pussy started a chain reaction like Chernobyl, and nearly as violent. She howled in pleasure, the whole bench rocking as she thrashed against the ropes.

  Must. Remember. That.

  With their relationship status secured, Max shoved two fingers into her pussy, fucking her with them and enjoying the feel of her muscles clamping down on his fingers. Even her toes had curled, her whole body straining through wave after wave of pleasure.

  Then, she turned her head toward them and whimpered, “Red.”

  They immediately stopped. Max walked around to her head, sliding his fingers into her mouth. Her body heaved, panting as she sucked her juices from his fingers. Sean untied her, and within minutes they were cuddled on one of the couches with her securely wrapped in a blanket across their laps.

  Max looked at Sean, who gave him a fist bump.

  He imagined his partner’s smile matched his own. They had a satisfied girl across their laps who they knew would likely tackle them later when they got home.

  Life. Is. Good.

  He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the couch, basking in the feeling.

  * * * *

  Sean realized Max’s eyes were closed, so he didn’t see the murderous glare Lydia shot their direction before she stormed out of the club. He didn’t know how much of their scene she’d witnessed.

  He didn’t really care if she’d watched them or not, but hoped she’d seen every last second of it.

  Hoped it ate her alive from the inside out.

  They still hadn’t told Cali the full story of their time with Lydia, or what she’d done to them. He knew Max wasn’t looking forward to the retelling, but eventually it had to come out.

  Lydia was liable to say something at some point, and he didn’t want Cali blindsided by it.

  Maybe tomorrow.

  Or…not.

  He hated thinking about it.

  He settled in to relax, smiling about how Cali had looked and sounded during their scene.

  She was gorgeous, and she was theirs. Their perfect, beautiful unicorn, as if the universe had dropped her right into their laps and said, “Here ya go! Enjoy!”

  As if reward for the bullshit they’d put up with Lydia.

  As if a reward for lives lived well.

  No matter what they had to do to convince Cali of how they felt for her, they would.

  Now to work up to telling her we love her and not freaking her out in the process.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cali’s endorphin rush had faded by the time they returned home, but her hormones still wanted let loose from their cage. When she tackled Sean onto the bed, she grinned.

  “I think you unleashed a monster, buddy.” She kissed him, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue.

  Under her, his cock grew hard.

  It felt like a victory to her, that she had tangible proof of them wanting her.

  Max walked in and dropped the implement bag on the floor with a chuckle. “Someone’s fired up.”

  The fist in her hair lightly tugged at first, then pulled harder until she sat up and crawled back off Sean.

  “Let him get naked,” Max told her.

  She looked up into his brown eyes. “I was getting there.”

  “No, you were about to rub a wet spot on the front of his jeans.”

  “Same thing.”

  Max pulled her down, her face by his bulge. “Start with getting me unzipped, baby.”

  “Well, when you ask like that.” She smiled up at him.

  His fingers dug into her scalp. “Someone’s still got a little bit of feisty left in them. I thought we beat that out of you at the club.”

  “Oh, no. I’ve got plenty left for you.”

  Sean had gotten himself stripped and now he shoved the hem of her dress up and yanked her panties down and off her, his fingers feeling almost cool against her scorching red ass.

  “Unzip me, baby,” Max said. “Or we’ll tie you up and fuck each other’s brains out in front of you and fall asleep and leave you horny all night.” He smiled.

  She reached up and unfastened his belt, his jeans, and eased the zipper down. The outline of his hard cock pressed against his briefs, standing in stark relief.

  He pulled her face against him and she lightly grazed her teeth up and down the outline through the fabric.

  “We’re going to start tonight’s festivities with an appetizer. A spit roast,” he said.

  Sean knelt between her legs, where he swiped the head of his cock up and down between her pussy lips before sinking home.

  “Take it out and suck it, baby,” Max ordered.

  She loved the way Max’s voice dropped deeper as he commanded her.

  When she fished his cock out of his briefs, she looked up into his eyes before she slid the head between her lips, over her tongue, all the way down to the root.

  His sharp hiss tweaked her clit, making it throb. Sean slid his hands over her ass, up to her hips, holding on as he started to fuck her.

  “Such a sweet pussy, baby,” Sean said.

  Every stroke drove her deeper onto Max’s cock, until they finally found their rhythm and had her seesawing between them, her body filled by cock at both ends. She loved it even more when Max grabbed her head and completely took over, fucking her mouth.

  “You love this, don’t you,” Max whispered. “You have all the cock you want, whenever you want it. And we get your sweet pussy to fuck and beat when we want to, hmm?”

  Her eyes dropped closed as she moaned. Okay, this was really fucking hot. Maybe she had a little bit of submissive in her. Not a lot. Just a smidge. Only for her guys.

  In bed.

  Shane had never been like this in bed with her, taking charge, or maybe she would have been a little more submissive for him.

  Then again, she wouldn’t be with these two guys, and she wasn’t willing to give them up.

  Not at all.

  “Know what I’d like to do?” Sean asked. He had a way of grinding his hips against her ass at the bottom of every stroke that made his cock hit all sorts of sweet places inside her cunt.

  “What?”

  “Not tonight,” Sean said. “But at some point in the future, I want to tie her up and see if we can fist our sweet little fucktoy.”

  The thought of that was so damn hot it finished her. She moaned as her orgasm swept through her, making both men chuckle.

  “I wasn’t even done telling you my fantasy,” Sean said. “I bet we can get you to the point we can work both our cocks into your pussy at the same time.”

  Her moans intensified, the mental image of that keeping her own orgasm rolling through her.

  “Oh, she likes that idea,” Max said. “Don’t you?”

  She hoped they spoke moan.

  She hoped they understand those had been two of her deepest, darkest fantasies.

  The second one that, before, she never imagined would ever be something that would really happen.

  Although she never would have wanted Shane to try to fist her. He had rough, hard, callused hands with which he could barely find her clit with a fully illustrated copy of Gray’s Anatomy and a flashlight.

  These two men…

  Wow.

  “Going to take time to work up to that, baby,” Sean said. “Lots of time in bed. Lots of time practicing to get to that point. Training.” She didn’t have to see his face to hear the grin in his tone. “Until then, we can have lots of fun with both our cocks in you at the same time. Like this, of course. Or with one of us in your pussy, and the other fucking that sweet, gorgeous ass of yours.”

  She felt another orgasm building up. Hell, she could count the times on one hand that Shane had gotten her off only with his cock—

  Focus! You’re being fucked very well by two very sexy guys!

  There was that.

  Max pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Flip her over.”

  “Aw,” Sean said.

  “I didn’t say pull out.”

  “Oh.” He wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his side, his cock still inside her.

  Max shed his clothes and climbed up the bed, his cock by her mouth. “I want to taste her pussy with your cock inside her.” His lips latched onto her clit and she’d just sucked his cock into her mouth again as she screamed, the force of that orgasm racing through her.

  Holy hell!

  Sean pulled her arms back, pinning her on her side between them. Max sucked on her clit, leaving her helpless to do anything but lay there and take what he dished out.

  “Fair warning,” Sean rumbled in her ear. “We’re very patient men. We can buy all sorts of inflatable toys. Tie you up, get you all worked up, slide them into you, make you suck our cocks while we use a vibrator on you and use you any way we want to. Get you ready for us to take you like that.”

  She moaned, wanting more, wanting to hear it all.

  Every delicious, dirty thought, every dark dream and sexual fantasy she’d ever had.

  Everything, coming from his mouth.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Sean asked.

  “Mm-hmm!”

  “Of course you would, because you just needed two men who know how to take care of a horny masochistic slut, didn’t you? Men who know how to keep you happy and make all your fantasies come true. I can’t wait for the day I can feel my cock and his sliding together inside your pussy. So we can shoot our cum inside you together, and then eat you out and make you come again.”

  And so did she. And so she did.

  Sean chuckled. “Poor baby, forced to be fucked and coming all over my cock and his tongue. Just think, we’ve had years of fantasies building up in our brains, too. Things we’ve been wanting to do to the right woman. Dirty, sexy things. Sometimes it’ll be me and you tying him up and topping him. Sometimes you two will tag-team me. I’d love feeling you fuck me with a strap-on while he fucks you. And then we can switch it up.”

  It felt like her body was going to let go of its tether to her soul, as hard as she was coming. The thought of pegging either of them was so sexy—

  “So get used to running around her naked, baby.” He snaked his hands around her chest, up under her dress, and grabbed her breasts, finding her nipples and pinching them, hard.

  She moaned around Max’s cock. Pre-cum leaked from the slit, rolling down her tongue.

  “Sometimes you’ll get sweet and seductive,” Sean continued, “and sometimes, you’ll get thrown facedown on the bed and fucked until you beg for mercy. Because now that we’ve found our unicorn, if you think we’re going to do anything to fuck this up, think again. We’re going to keep you so happy you won’t have energy to think about anyone but us.”

  The hair on his thighs rubbed against her sore ass and forced her ever closer to that edge again. Then she felt Max’s fingers probing her pussy lips, where Sean’s cock was embedded in her.

  “Oooh, he’s already investigating,” Sean teased, falling still.

  Max sat up, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Need gloves and lube. Don’t want to hurt her. You two stay here.”

  Like that, he bounded out of bed.

  Sean rolled her onto her stomach and took several long, slow thrusts into her, his body pinning her to the bed. “Look at you, so well fucked already, not even naked yet.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, kissing her. “Whose little slut are you?”

  “Yours, Sir,” she whispered.

  “That’s right. Me and Max’s sweet little slut.”

  Max returned. “Roll her back onto her side.”

  Sean did, and then Max slid his cock into her mouth again.

  A gloved finger teased, probing, playing with her swollen clit and making her moan.

  “I know,” Max said. “You just lie there and take it like a good girl for us.”

  Another moan from her. They seemed to have figured out every verbal cue possible to melt her to jelly from the inside out, and weren’t far behind with the physical.

  She felt him squirt lube between her legs, around Sean’s cock, and then one finger gently probed, between his cock and her clit. Max worked it around to the side, finding entry and sliding in before working back up to her clit.

  Another long, loud moan around his cock as he slowly started fucking his finger between Sean’s cock and her pussy. It made it so much tighter, and the extra stimulation against her sensitive and swollen clit shoved her over the edge again.

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