Belle leaned forward, placing her palms on the carpet. It was plush against her skin, between her fingers.

  “She needs a safe word.” Kellan sank into the chair opposite her, obviously preparing for a show.

  “Belle, select one,” Tate commanded. “Make it something you wouldn’t typically say during sex.”

  “Aquamarine.” It was the color of Kell’s eyes as he stared into hers now.

  Tate nodded, his face still grim. He’d shrugged out of his shirt, but his sweats were still on. The night before he’d been so eager, he’d tossed off his clothes with abandon. This morning, she felt distance between them—and she hated it. Her eager lover had been replaced with a wary man, and she wished she’d had more time with the fun-loving Tate before they’d confronted the issue of forever. Last night, he’d been all over her, caressing her body as if he couldn’t stand not to touch her. Today, they’d barely shared any contact since reaching the bedroom.

  “Fine. Everything stops if you say that word,” Tate explained.

  The water shut off, and Eric returned with a piece of pink plastic in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. “Exactly. At that point, we talk about what made you uncomfortable and how to rectify that. In exploring your submission, we should find your boundaries and push them. We’ll discover what works for you sexually. So if you don’t like something or find it uncomfortable, we hash it out until you’re ready. For now, I’m going to work the plug inside you. You’re going to keep it there until we take it out. You’ll wear it a few hours each day until we decide you’re ready to handle a cock.”

  She wouldn’t say that she wasn’t a little nervous, but she didn’t shy away. “Yes, Master.”

  Eric held out his hand. “Suck Tate’s cock, Belle. He’s had too much stimulation for one day. He’ll be cranky for his one o’clock phone conference with these new clients about their multimillion dollar case if he doesn’t release this tension.”

  Belle slanted a glance in Tate’s direction. His eyes lit up briefly before he seemed to remember he was crabby. Instead, he pulled up a chair and plopped in front of her, then settled in to work his sweatpants down.

  Eric edged behind her, his warm hand on the small of her back. “Spread your legs a little wider, baby.”

  She did as he asked, moving her knees further apart. At the same time, Tate pushed his boxers down and released his cock. He was so beautiful—big, strong, stalwart. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. She hadn’t really gotten to explore his body yet. The previous night, he’d taken her with his mouth and driven her to insanity before spending half of the night inside her. Belle looked forward to paying him back.

  He stroked himself, staring down at her. “Suck me until I come.”

  A drop of fluid already pearled on the head of his cock. More than ready to taste him, she began leaning closer when she felt Eric pull her cheeks apart.

  Surprise and more than a little embarrassment made her clench down instinctively to keep him out.

  A loud smack cracked through the room, then pain flared across her ass.

  “Don’t fight me,” Eric growled. “Arch your back and push down.”

  “Seriously?” She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. “I thought you would just push it in.”

  Kellan chuckled. “Push it in? Love, it’s not just going to fall into your backside. Eric will have to coax that pretty little hole into opening for him. He’ll spread you wide and use his fingers to distribute the lube. He’ll rim and stretch you. You’ll shudder and gasp a little, but eventually you will let him in.”

  Maybe it shouldn’t, but the demand in his speech made her squirm. “But does he have to look at it?”

  Her question might annoy them, but Kinley had always stressed communication in BDSM.

  “Fuck, yeah, I’m going to look at it,” Eric said, his hand heavy on the curve of her hip. “Every single part of you is gorgeous, Belle. Watching you take our plug will be sexy as hell. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about getting my cock up there?”

  When he talked that way, her heart rate zoomed. Her skin felt too tight.

  Tate tangled his fingers in her hair. “You pay attention to me, Belle. Let Eric do what he needs or we’ll give you a nice long spanking and you’ll still take the plug.”

  Put that way, she leaned forward and raised her ass in the air, trying to relax. Vulnerability washed through her, but as she took his cock in one hand, she smelled the musk of his arousal blending with the clean smell of the soap he’d used during his morning shower. She found Tate’s scent a comfort.

  Belle licked him, using the flat of her tongue to rub along the V on the back of his cock. She settled there briefly, rubbing that little indention, learning its depth and feel. She laved the thick head, then sucked, enjoying the way he fidgeted, then tried to force himself to still.

  Behind her, Eric parted her cheeks. Belle resisted her instinct to flinch away.

  Something cool coated her opening. Lubricant. It wouldn’t be long now before Eric breached her with that plug. She fought a shiver. She needed to pay attention to Tate, take her mind off Eric’s inevitable penetration.

  Belle bathed the head of his cock, lovingly saturating it, before bobbing her head to take more of him in her mouth. Rolling her tongue around him as she sucked, she forced herself to remain still even when she felt Eric’s fingers circle the rim of her back passage.

  She immersed herself in Tate’s scent, texture, and flavor as Eric’s fingers explored where no one had touched. Repeatedly, he worked his fingers around that spot, feeling her flesh part as he began to push his fingers inside.

  As he deepened the penetration, it became an odd pressure—not unpleasant. In fact, it soon had her gasping at the shockwave of sensation. That caused her to swallow more of Tate’s cock into her mouth.

  “Fuck, baby.” He pulled on her hair, drawing her closer, forcing his cock deeper. “Suck me hard, until I can’t hold back another second. Oh, yeah. That’s what I want.”

  And he tasted so good. She lapped at him some more, then drew him all the way to her throat, forcing herself to breathe through her nose. The slight tang of his salty essence coated his cock and teased her tongue. She stroked him with her tongue in passion, trying to give him all the devotion she couldn’t promise with words.

  As she sank into the experience, something hard pressed against her ass, then began to pierce her. Oh god, he was breaching her with the head of the plug. Belle held her breath.

  “Open up.” Eric pressed his hand into the small of her back, forcing her to arch for him. “Breathe out and let me in. You’ll not only be full, but satisfied. Don’t be afraid. Let it happen.”

  She concentrated on the task at hand, sticking her butt even higher in the air and sliding her tongue around Tate’s thickening dick. He groaned low as he pulled at her hair.

  Then the plug began to breach her, sending a new and dazzling pressure deep inside her. She whimpered as the sensation snaked to her quivering belly, warmed, then settled into her clit. Slowly, Eric fucked her with the plug, little thrusts, each time deeper, that made her moan against the cock in her mouth.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Tate said.

  “It’s so pretty.” Eric pressed in again.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kellan stand and disappear behind her. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”

  “She’s taking the plug beautifully.” Eric made another pass with the plastic device, penetrating her more deeply. As it slid out again, she clenched down to keep it inside. When he pushed in once more, she relaxed and let the protrusion slide home.

  “It’s in. Damn that’s hot,” Eric groaned. “You keep that plug in place or there will be punishment.”

  Belle barely had time to bob her head before Tate tugged on her hair again. “Deeper. Take me to your throat.”

  Eric twisted the base of the gadget impaling her. She felt it even deeper. It ignited nerve endings she’d never known existed and revved her arousal in a way she’d never imagined. The plastic wedge held her open, not allowing her to hide from Eric and Tate. Nor did it give her any respite from the constant barrage of tingles and the delicious feeling of fullness. The penetration was so primal, she could only imagine how taken she would feel once real flesh filled her.

  Frantically, she worked Tate’s cock over and over, taking him a bit deeper and harder each time. She wanted to please him so badly, especially after their terrible argument earlier. Being on her knees, having her ass filled, gave her a completely new sense of her body and of the sensual power she had right now. It also made her deeply aware of how thoroughly they controlled her orgasms. She’d happily do just about anything for one soon.

  With fingers thrust in her hair, Tate guided her, his hips moving in short thrusts. She finally worked her lips all the way to the base of his cock. He filled her mouth completely, and Belle held her breath as he prodded her throat. Her body conformed to the plug, hugging it, craving more. What would it be like when one of them replaced the plug and one filled her pussy? Already, she felt so tightly packed. Would she be able to truly take two of them at once? Belle doubted she would be able to breathe or think or move—and she didn’t care. She couldn’t wait to feel them deep inside, connecting her to them in a whole new way.

  She dragged her mouth back up the length of Tate’s cock until only the head remained cradled by her lips. With a little sigh, she swiped her tongue across the head.

  “Oh, wow. Damn.” Tate let out a harsh breath. “Belle… Baby, you’re killing me. I can’t hold—”

  One more pass was all it took. The minute she sucked him back in and swallowed around his cock, his entire length stiffened and pulsed. Hot splatters filled her mouth. He tasted rich and salty as she drank him down while he groaned low, long, and loud.

  The minute Tate sagged back into the chair in a spent heap, Eric held a hand out to her and helped her to her feet. He led her to the bed.

  “You’re too sore to fuck this morning.”

  She wanted to feel them inside her so badly. The urge to meld with them once more surged like a craving. “But—”

  “No, we won’t let our impatience cause you more pain, Belle. Soon, when you’re less tender, we’ll fill that pretty pussy again. Now, we’re going to try something else. Lie back. Don’t lose the plug. I don’t want to have to start your training all over again. I’m serious about fucking your ass—and soon.” Eric eased her down on the bed, looking her body over. Kellan was suddenly beside him, both men appraising her with their hungry stares.

  “You’re such a beautiful sight.” Kellan reached down and gripped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted slightly, the sensation zinging straight to her pussy.

  “Please. I’m not really all that sore.” She was, but surely it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for long. She wanted them, needed them. After all the emotion of the morning, she needed to be close to them, feel that they were still with her.

  Eric tweaked her other nipple. “I said no. Tomorrow will be soon enough, but there are plenty of other ways for you to please your Masters. Tate, can you get me the clamps? I think it’s time for a little nipple torture. These jewels are so sensitive. I think we’ll have her squirming and begging in no time.”

  Her eyes widened. She already felt as if she was begging. Then Kellan eased beside her, his mouth hovering over her nipple. She gasped as he ran his tongue over the little nubbin, making it stand at attention.

  “These are tweezer clamps.” Eric took the small metallic thing Tate handed him. A chain connected the two silver objects to one another. “Kell bought them for you, along with that plug in your ass. You still feel it?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “We have a huge kit back home, all brand new and waiting just for you, Belle. We began buying the items months ago. Every time I shopped for you and added more goodies to the pile, I just got harder and harder imagining all we could do to you.”

  “Why would you have bought things like that for me back then? We weren’t… It wasn’t like that. I just worked for you.” She fought to concentrate while Kellan nipped at her breasts, every pass of his mouth and teeth shooting arousal through her system.

  “Because we’re optimists,” Eric explained. “Whenever I went to the club and trained, I did it because I believed I would be your Master. Even before I met you, I knew there was a you out there. I knew I would find the one submissive who truly belonged to me. I never imagined she wouldn’t see the truth. So listen up, Belle. I intend to make you realize that you belong to us. You’re ours, and no amount of success in business will make you as happy as we can. Although you might curse my name in a minute before you admit I’m right.”

  He handed the first clamp to Kellan, who slid it onto her nipple and let go.

  Pain flared through her, biting at her and making her gasp. “Damn it.”

  Eric held up a hand when Tate moved toward her. “No. We didn’t tell her she couldn’t curse, and I kind of like knowing I can make her say all those dirty words. Does the clamp hurt, baby?”

  It did and it didn’t. The erotic pain sent a sweet ache twinging through her pussy. Like everything they did, that little vise on her nipple forced her awareness. Her very skin felt alive and awake. Her blood hummed.

  “A little, but I can handle it.” And the more moments that slid past, the more she actually liked it.

  The minute the words slipped from her mouth, Eric dropped to his knees and suckled her free nipple. His teeth lightly bit at her, gently preparing the other bud to take the pain of the second clamp. He clipped it on. With rapt eyes, he watched the chain stretch from one nipple to the other, the cool silver snaking across her chest. The clamps bit. One individually tested her pain tolerance. Two at once somehow magnified the sensation. But the pain morphed, dropping from the intense bite at her nipples to a lip-biting pressure that joined up with the fullness in her ass to send a shocking jolt straight to her clit.

  Kellan reached down and gently tugged on the chain. “Are you ready for more? This little work of art isn’t finished by a long shot.”

  Tate passed him another clamp, this one a single pair of tweezers on a longer chain. Kellan carefully attached the silver length to the middle of the chain running between her breasts and laid it in a cool, thin line down her torso. She shivered, feeling them everywhere, touching her, arousing her, filling her.

  She watched as Kellan tugged on the chain over her belly just enough to make the pleasure-pain surge to life again as he rested the final clamp just above her pussy.

  “Where does that go?” She had a suspicion. It made her both worry and ache. He couldn’t clamp her there, could he?

  “You have another sweet jewel for us to adorn, Belle.” Kellan moved between her legs. “While I work on this, I think you should take care of Eric.”

  She turned her head to find that Eric had shed his clothes. He stood beside the bed, beautifully naked. She stared at the slab of ridged and notched muscle covering his powerful torso. It was easy to see he was a former athlete who hadn’t let himself lose any of his form or prowess.

  “Touch me, Belle.” He grasped her hand, bringing it to his abdomen and pushing it low.

  She allowed her fingers to run down his magnificent six pack. So much muscle, steel covered in the softness of warm flesh. She loved how he felt, could spend days just touching him, but Kellan was right. He needed more.

  His cock strained, almost reaching his navel. She let her hand slide down, brushing against him. His cock jumped as though electrified by her touch.

  “Suck me, Belle. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

  Kellan had moved between her legs, but she didn’t feel anything except his heat near her pussy. The waiting for more made her eager, jumpy. She glanced down, noticing that he’d placed the clamp just above her clitoris, but he made no move to slip it on. Instead, he just stared at her pussy, settling on his stomach and rubbing his nose along her labia.

  “Fuck, I love the way you smell, Belle. But you taste even better.” He ran his tongue the full length of her pussy, sending a flare of desire through her.

  She cried out his name.

  Someone tugged on the chain between her breasts. Tate. He’d moved on to the bed, sliding into the spot Kellan had vacated. Pain flared, snapping her attention back up. “Kellan is readying your clit to be clamped. He’ll stop if you don’t behave. Would you rather have a spanking? Do you think you could hold that plug inside for that? I think it would be very difficult. And you won’t get an orgasm until your Masters are pleased with your progress. Do you understand?”

  She understood that there was no way she would be able to keep that damn plug in if she was suddenly tossed over one of their knees and had her backside smacked. “Yes, Master.”

  Though she really wanted to watch what Kellan was doing, she looked away. The three of them were keeping her on edge, forcing her to focus on Eric so she wouldn’t know what Kell or Tate intended next. They were forcing her to trust them, to give herself over.

  Eric held his cock in hand, sidling closer so she could easily lick and suck him. Slowly, he stroked his length, and she couldn’t help but watch in fascination at the way his fingers traveled over the ridge and his thumb traced his veins. She wanted him in her mouth.

  Drawing in a deep breath, Belle relaxed, giving herself over to all of them and the sensations wracking her body. She closed her eyes and leaned in.

  “That’s right, baby,” Eric groaned. “All you have to do is obey and feel.” Eric put his cock to her lips. “Relax and let me fuck your mouth. I want your lips around me so badly.”

  Kellan chose that moment to lick her, his tongue painting her flesh with pleasure. He sucked her clit, niggling and prodding it, drawing her closer and closer to climax. Belle tried to keep her attention on Eric, sucking and swirling her tongue all over him, and to ignore the dazzling pleasure Kell heaped on her.