They pushed her hands aside when she attempted to touch them and she found herself looking up into Brandt’s face, his hair all around his shoulders, sliding forward to caress her nipples.

  Ash pushed her thighs wide and settled between them, kissing up her belly, licking and nipping the underside of each breast and then tugging on her nipple ring.

  She touched him, the rough suede feel of the skin on his head. He didn’t have to shave his head, he was naturally bald but there was just a slight roughness as she eased her palms against him, her fingers seeking the slightly raised ridges of the markings at the back.

  There were times he’d rub his head against her, often after sex. The abrasion against her nipples, against the skin of her belly would send delicious aftershocks through her body.

  “Your nipples just got harder,” he said, lips against her sensitive flesh.

  “I was just remembering.”

  Brandt took her lips briefly and ran a hand, next to hers, over Ash’s head. “Remembering what?”

  She shivered again as the scent of her cunt, aroused, needy, filled the air. “Ash used to rub his head against me, against my skin and it felt so good.”

  “Did you ever rub it against her cunt?”

  Sera’s entire body went rigid, her clit bloomed, her pussy fluttered. She’d imagined it in her dirtiest fantasies but she’d never said it out loud. Never asked. Which given the manner of naughty things they got up to, seemed rather silly in retrospect but still. It just seemed so…naughty.

  “Well now.” Ash spoke but his gaze locked onto hers, knowing. “I haven’t, but it seems to me our woman would like that very much. Is that so?”

  Her heart raced as she licked suddenly dry lips and finally nodded.

  “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

  Her mouth opened but no words came. The idea of it stunned her.

  He gave her nipple one last lick and headed down her body where he spread her pussy and dived on her like a starving man.

  All the air rushed from her lungs as she watched down her body, his hands, large and powerful on her thighs, pushing them wide apart.

  “He’s beautiful while he’s licking your cunt,” Brandt whispered in her ear. “Say it, Sera. Tell him you want it.”

  She squeaked instead when Ash speared his tongue deep into her pussy. He ate her ravenously, mercilessly, he wanted her to say it and she knew she would.

  The width of his shoulders now held her open as his hands teased and played. “Brandt, lube.”

  Brandt moved from the bed and she craned her neck to watch him rustle through the big bag Ash had brought with him.

  Brandt handed him a blue bottle and Ash looked her straight in the eyes as he played with her rear passage, his fingers sliding through the lube he’d just poured there.

  Bright colors streamed when she closed her eyes a moment. His fingers began to work their way into her and she tried to keep relaxed.

  “Your eyes belong to me. Open them and see who owns your pleasure.”

  Oh gods she was afraid to. The man who spoke truly owned her heart and soul. Shared it with the other man in the room but she’d never stopped belonging to Ash, she knew that now.

  And when she opened her eyes and met those pale blue ones, he knew it too. Just as he belonged to her, heart and soul.

  She swallowed the lump in her throat and watched the muscles in his forearm cord as he played with her. The set of his mouth, still glistening with her honey, was one she’d seen many times before. Implacable. He wanted what he wanted and nothing else. And he’d get it.

  “Clamps I think,” Brandt said as he plucked her already hard nipples to elongate them.

  She tried to keep her presence of mind enough to breathe out, to breathe through the pain as he put the clamp on first one nipple and then around the ring in the other. The bite of the clamp was sharp but as she rode it, forcing herself to give in to the sensation rather than fight it, the pain bled into a dull pleasure.

  But it wasn’t until Brandt moved down to Ash and their lips met in a kiss, sharing her honey, that her desperation grew to unmanageable proportions.

  And they knew it. When they broke the kiss both men looked straight at her with matching wicked grins. Brandt walked his fingers over her bare mound and flicked the pad of his middle finger over her clit relentlessly until she began to pant and the first tendrils of orgasm began to wrap around her and then he backed off, giving his fingers to Ash, who licked them clean.

  “Oh gods!” She wanted to close her eyes but she didn’t dare.

  “Say it, Freka. Are you ashamed of it? Of wanting me that way? I love you, you love me, what is there to be ashamed of? I know you want it, your cunt weeps every time I bring it up. You’re panting! You want me to do it, just ask me to.”

  “Oh gods, just do it! Please, please rub that soft rough head over my pussy.”

  “Brandt, hold her arms.” Ash looked back to Sera. “Arms above your head. Legs wide. I want every bit of your pleasure. Every moan and gasp. Do. Not. Hold. Back.”

  Brandt crawled up her body, stopping briefly to kiss her and she moaned at finding her taste on his lips. He settled in behind her. She put her arms above her head, her wrists, crossed as if she’d been bound by more than Ash’s command. Brandt leaned in and put his weight on her, holding her at her elbows, pressing her arms to the bed.

  It didn’t hurt. But the effect was immediate, right straight to her bones. Being restrained in word and deed thrilled her and then smoothed out all her inner turmoil as the heaven of it, as the rightness of submission settled in and took her away to that quiet, white space.

  “I love it when your eyes blur like that. I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking in my life.” Brandt whipped his hair over her nipples, against the flesh bound by the metal clamps and she groaned deep.

  In the position she was laying, she couldn’t see Ash clearly but she felt him rustle and then the first ridiculously good brush of the round, smooth-rough skin of his skull against the swollen, needy flesh of her cunt. She nearly shot off the bed.

  He stopped and touched each ankle briefly, a reminder to keep her legs wide for him.

  And again. Press, press, rub. The curve of his head, the way his skin felt the absolutely dirty, naughty nature of that he was doing brought a chatter to her teeth and a tremble to her thighs.

  He moaned. It got to him too she’d bet by the raw sound he’d just made.

  “Fuck,” Brandt said.

  Even as Ash pressed against her pussy, his hands reached up and a rush of sensation flooded her when he pulled the clamps free. Bright, white, vivid pleasure shot from her nipples straight to her clit and like a cup that’d been filled and filled, she began to overflow.

  She cried out as orgasm hit her with an intensity she rarely experienced. So good, so all encompassing it rendered everything else irrelevant as it coursed through her.

  A tingle moved through her hands and fingers as Brandt let go. He paused to kiss her and then, just when she thought she’d never seen a sexier thing, Brandt leaned in and slowly drew the flat of his tongue over the curve of Ash’s head.

  She pounded her fists on the mattress and laughed. It was so fucking beautiful, so hot, so sensual and naughty she nearly came again just watching them.

  “You taste even better on his skin.” Brandt held a hand out and she came to her knees, meeting his lips in a kiss, tasting herself, tasting Ash, tasting the three of them. Ash joined them, his tongue sliding into her mouth, teasing Brandt’s.

  “So was that as good for you as it was for me? There’s never been anything taboo between us before. It seems a simple thing but oh gods as I did it, my cock throbbed in time with my heart.” Ash took her fingers and kissed them.

  “It was amazing. A fantasy come true.”

  “You never have to be afraid to tell me what you want. What we do among the three of us is beautiful. As long as everyone wants it, we’ll be all right.” Ash smiled. “Your desires are so sexy to me.”

  “And me.” Brandt raised a brow. “Now, go in the bag and bring me the longer handled flogger. Ash has taunted me all these years with how beautiful you are when you’ve been flogged. It’s time I saw for myself.”

  She nearly lost her footing as she stepped off the bed and made her way to the bag. Her heart sped at what lay inside it. A coil of rope, wrist and ankle cuffs, a slapper and two floggers, a short and long handled one. Together with the clamps on the bed, the lube and several phalluses, she’d be a busy woman if they decided to use their whole arsenal.

  “You’re talking a long time over there,” Brandt said lazily, knowing full well what she was looking at.

  “You two have been very busy, I see.” She turned, holding the flogger in her hands. The scent of leather wrapped around her senses, and the slither of the tails over her wrists as she handed it to Brandt forced a muted gasp from her lips.

  “We’re about to be.” Ash bent and fished the wrist cuffs from the bag.

  “Your brother has great taste in furniture.” Brandt indicated the newel posts on the footboard. “Bend forward, hands on each post.”

  The diamonds on her nipple ring swung merrily as she obeyed, the weight tugging to send a warm rush of sensation through her.

  Ash fastened first one wrist to the post and then the other. He then knelt on the bed, his cock right in licking distance.

  She looked up at him, seeing his smile when she gave him her eyes.

  The soft, cool leather of the flogger tails slithered over her back, down her ass. The creak of the handle slowed down time and her eyelids grew heavy with expectation.

  And then…the rush of air breaking over her ass cheeks just before the first strike landed.

  She arched with a soft gasp as the tendrils of heat rose, infused her cells. Her hands convulsed around the warm wood of the bed posts. She didn’t yearn to be free, she yearned to be kept by them, an object to be adored and cherished.

  Hearing was submerged, murky through the gentle static of subspace as it crept through her. Ash said something, she saw his lips move as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

  Another strike, the multiple tails licking her flesh like ribbons of flame. Her breath fell deep, slow, intoxicated with serotonin as her limbs grew heavy.

  Again and again, licks of fire over her flesh, converted from pain to a pleasure so intense it nearly drowned her. Her bound wrists and Ash’s gaze held her, kept her from floating away on the tide.

  * * *

  Ash looked down at her, his beauty. Her eyes were glazed, lips parted, fingers gripping the bed. “Gods you’re magnificent. I’ve missed this so much.”

  And he had, so much a dull ache spread through him at the sight of the marvelous pink hue of her ass and back. Brandt had a fine hand with the flogger, wielded it like an expert. Her body came alive under his strokes, just hard enough but never to cause pain.

  Ash caressed her face and she turned to press a kiss into his palm her breath warm there against his skin.

  Originally he’d intended on having her suck his cock while Brandt worked her with the flogger but he simply wanted her to enjoy it, he wanted to enjoy her response.

  Brandt looked up, asking silently how Sera was doing. Ash nodded once. It was time to stop and bring her down a bit.

  Brandt laid aside the flogger and grabbed a small container, opening it and rubbing the sweet smelling ointment on her skin.

  Her eyelids fluttered and Ash undid her restraints, easing her to standing and then helping her on the bed on her belly.

  “Shhh, close your eyes, Freka, and let us take care of you.” Ash kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair, murmuring to her softly.

  “How are you?” Brandt lay beside her, drawing his fingers up and down her spine. She stretched under his touch and moaned with satisfaction.

  “I’m wonderful. And wet.” Her voice was muffled by the pillow but they heard her and laughed.

  “We’ve got the cure for that when you’re ready. Just relax a bit and enjoy the come down,” Brandt said.

  She rustled around and turned, wriggling into the covers. “Oh, my! It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt this.” Her words were becoming more distinct, losing the slur of subspace.

  Ash couldn’t help it. “How long?” The curve of her shoulder called to be kissed so he answered, tasting her.

  “Ten years,” she said simply. “After you, there was no one else I trusted enough to let in.”

  “I’m so honored you trusted me enough,” Brandt said, moving over her to kiss her lips.

  “Then one of you needs to fuck me. Please. I’m wet and achy and I’m the kind of girl who likes sex with her domination.”

  * * *

  Brandt needed her, needed to be inside her to share the intimacy he’d missed while they were apart and to seal what they’d just become to each other. A new level of trust and love existed between them.

  But he knew Ash needed it too, for the same and yet totally different reasons.

  “Shall we stuff you with cock then, Sera? Me in your cunt and Ash in your ass?”

  Her skin rose in gooseflesh and her nipples hardened, darkening to a deep pink.

  “I think that’s your answer, Brandt.” Ash chuckled and leaned off the bed to grab the lube.

  “Ride me, then.”

  She moved to straddle him, reaching up to arrange his hair around his head with a sly smile. “One bald, the other with hair to his butt. Like a continuum of incredible masculine beauty. I don’t know how I ended up here but I’m glad I am.”

  Brandt touched her face. “Are you then? Glad?”

  She nodded slowly.

  “Then say yes.”

  Ash arranged himself behind her body and Brandt reached down to stroke a fingertip over her clit to keep her ready. She arched her hips forward, grinding herself into his touch, taking his cock into her cunt.

  “Mmmmm.”

  * * *

  What should she say? What a stupid question. She knew what she was going to say. Had known it seconds after they proposed the idea. Scared, yes, stupid, no.

  Ash spread her and the cool lube eased the passage of his fingers, first one, then two.

  She’d never actually been double penetrated. Well, Ash had used toys while he fucked her for ass play but she’d never had two real live cocks fucking her this way before.

  The idea had been exciting enough and she’d entertained it plenty since they’d started a physical relationship but the reality was better if not more complicated. Overwhelming.

  Brandt barely moved within her as Ash loosened her up, preparing her for his cock. The sensation of his fingers stretching her while a cock nudged into her pussy was incredible.

  But it was nothing compared to when Ash gently pushed her forward with a hand at her back and then she felt the blunt head of his cock begin to press into her rear passage.

  Some low, guttural sound came from her as he pushed into her body in small, short digs, filling her to the point where she was quite sure she couldn’t take another bit of him. And yet, he continued.

  “Say yes,” Brandt whispered.

  “Yes. Yes to both of you. But if it’s a mistake you can never say so or I’ll have my revenge on your dangly bits. Ahhh!”

  Ash pressed all the way in and the three of them remained still for long moments as her body adjusted. The threefold beating of hearts echoed through her.

  “It’s not a mistake. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it.” Brandt wriggled his fingers against her clit and her cunt spasmed around his cock and must have affected her ass because Ash groaned low.

  “I love you. I adore you and if I don’t move this instant I’m going to die,” Ash ground out behind her.

  “Fuck me. Both of you. Own me, mark me, make me yours and mean it.”

  In a slow alternating motion, Brandt slid in as Ash pulled out, reversing as Ash pushed back in.

  She couldn’t move so she held on, buffeted by her two men, by chests and hard, muscled thighs as they took her and made good on her request. In that moment she was well and truly marked forever as theirs. And they as hers.

  “Come for me, Sera,” Brandt urged, his fingers speeding against her clit.

  Ash filled her, sparking those nerve endings so seldom used, it felt unspeakably good, just a hairsbreadth away from being too much, from pain. She writhed between them, trusting them to keep her just on the right side of that line and they did.

  She sobbed as climax hit. Her body didn’t know what to do. Her inner muscles clamped down on Brandt and Ash sped up, fucking into her deeper as her body loosed with orgasm.

  Brandt reared up and bit her shoulder as he groaned, coming deep inside her and with a muffled curse, Ash shoved forward and his cock jerked as he came.

  “I love you both so much it’s like you’re written into my very soul,” she said softly as Ash picked her up and they carried her into the bathroom adjoining her rooms.

  “Is she all right?” Ash asked over his shoulder as he tested the bathwater.

  Brandt cradled her in his arms and nodded. “Yes. Just overwhelmed I think.”

  “Let’s get her cleaned up and then we’ll feed her before we get the marriage taken care of and file the paperwork for her to be my mistress.”

  She grumbled and Ash laughed. “Don’t be so argumentative. You already agreed to do it so why waste any more time?”

  Brandt stepped to the bath, carrying her with him and gently put her into the water. He and Ash knelt next to it.

  “We’ll need a bigger tub in the future I think.” Brandt chuckled.

  “Ash, sweetness, why don’t you get in and clean up?” Sera’s eyes were half closed and dreamy, her voice languid.

  “I’ll shower when you finish. Let us take care of you for a change.” Ash picked up a fragrant bar of soap and lathered a washing cloth, leaning in to grab a feminine foot and start to scrub.

  “For a soldier, you have lovely feet. Mine are all beaten up.” Brandt began to wash her back. Ash loved the satisfied smile on her lips.