Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Van was a man on a mission today, and the commanding presence he evoked was doing something for her. It would rankle if he used it all the time, but seeing this side of him made her want him even more.
And that way lay heartache, but she’d already decided it was better to have memories than regrets.
Van moved ahead of them and opened the door, ushering them inside.
The “playroom” as they’d called it, was decorated in lush greens and golds and could have been a baroque salon had it not been filled with furniture that was obviously used for sex. There were two X-shaped crosses along one wall and a small cage that contained a luxurious bed and pillows. Whoever was locked in there would be a well-kept pet.
Hale walked her straight to an odd bench where someone had set up a table with… Yup, that was a butt plug.
She was actually doing this. She was going to let them lube up a piece of plastic and shove it up her asshole in preparation for one of them shoving an even bigger item there while the other one fucked her pussy.
It was ridiculous. It was perverse.
She was definitely going to do it.
Van had thoughtfully lined the leather pads of the bench with a soft blanket. “You’re going to lie on this face down. This is only to get you into the perfect position. If I was planning on spanking that pretty ass, I would tie you down.”
She wasn’t sure she would ever truly enjoy that kind of play, but she would never say never to these two men. “We’re all about the butt plug today. Got it.”
“You would be such a brat.” Hale set her down and shook his head. “You would get in so much trouble. Come on. Let’s settle you in.”
She allowed him to lower her down. The position felt awkward at first. Her ass was elevated slightly and her legs were splayed, each resting on its own padded ledge.
She felt a warm hand on her ass. “Have we told you how pretty you are?”
“Yes, Van. You tell me regularly.” So often she was beginning to believe him, beginning to feel confident that it didn’t matter what other people thought as long as she was good with these two.
And herself. She counted. She mattered.
“I’ll always tell you,” Hale promised.
She glanced up, and he was staring down at her. “You’re pretty, too, Hale.”
He was so masculine and strong, and she was starting to learn exactly how to touch him to get him to relax. He wasn’t a particularly affectionate person. Van hugged everyone, but Hale held himself back. Not with her. When she touched him, he practically purred.
“I’m glad you think so.” He leaned over and kissed her temple. “Now, don’t move. I promise you’ll get a treat if you stay still.”
She rather thought her treat was going to be a big cock fucking her hard, and she was good with that. Van’s fingers had done their job, but she was ready for so much more. She’d loved sucking Hale’s cock, but it left an ache inside her that only they could fill.
Hale moved back so she couldn’t see either of them. That was the moment she realized the whole wall to the side of her was a mirror.
She watched as Van moved to the table, his naked body graceful and strong. His cock was already hard, straining up, but he was focused on his task. He took the plug in hand and despite what he’d said earlier, he lubed that sucker up. His hand moved over it, stroking it, warming and readying it.
She’d never had anyone prepare for sex the way they did. They’d thought this out and planned it. They’d talked over what they wanted to do with her like the partners they were.
She could get used to a world where two amazing men put her first.
Her breathing evened out as she watched them in the mirror, a sense of peace floating over her. When she was an old woman, she would pull this memory out and be young again, loved again.
“This is a small plug,” Van announced as he moved back between her legs, that big cock of his so close to where it might do her good. “We’ll move you up as you get used to it. The last thing we want to do is hurt you, but the sensation can be uncomfortable at first.”
“How would you know?” she asked.
“Because my brother’s an asshole,” he replied, but he was smiling. “Made us take a training class and everything, so consider me somewhat of an expert. And I’m nicer than the Domme who trained us was. I warmed up the lube.”
“I think that was her point,” Hale countered. “She wanted us to experience what it’s like for our partners so we’re not thoughtless jerks who shove icicles up their assholes.”