Siren Unleashed

Chapter Sixteen

Chase put the warm cloth aside, his mind on the play to come. He wasn’t satisfied with one paltry fuck. He wanted to play all night long now that he was sure she was theirs. He’d already decided to buy the unit next to theirs at The Club and convert the whole thing into a lavish playroom. He would buy all new toys, selected with her in mind. He’d been careful over the last several days, figuring out what she liked and what didn’t work. She preferred thudding impact play. Her skin was too soft for a strap. Even if she’d liked it, he wasn’t sure he could stand to put a mark on her like that.

Ropes were a different matter altogether, and he intended to push those boundaries tonight.

Nat turned her eyes up to Chase. Her voice was a throaty growl. “Does Sir want me to pleasure him as well?”

Chase gave her a growl of his own. “You were hell on wheels before, weren’t you, sweetness? You’re going to be a pain in my ass. You’re going to manipulate me in every way possible, aren’t you?”

“I grew up around lifestylers. I know all the tricks.”

Chase groaned and pressed his lips to hers, a swift intimacy. “We’re in trouble. And you can pleasure me another way, sweetness. On the spanking bench. Ass in the air.”

She grinned up at him. “There’s no other place for my ass to be on the spanking bench.”

“That’s five for brattery.” He would need to come up with a new list of words because he rather thought Natalie would take smart-ass to a whole new level when she got comfortable subbing again.

“Yes, Sir.” She turned, no anxiety in her movements this time. She was comfortable, happy even with her nudity. It was a good thing since he intended to keep her naked as often as possible.

She draped herself over the apparatus, placing her forearms on the handles and her torso over the bench. It had been cleverly designed so a woman’s breasts dangled over the sides. The better to play with them…

Thank god Jack Barnes had an inventive mind. She brought her knees up, and when they were in the proper position, her gorgeous ass was on full display.

“You are my fucking wet dream, sweetness.”

“You have some odd dreams, Chase,” she shot back, wiggling her ass a little.

“God, Nat, you have no idea,” his brother grumbled.

Yeah, having two sarcastic voices to torment was going to be tons of fun. At least he could do something about Natalie. He landed a firm hand right on the fleshy part of her ass. He loved the way she gasped and shook, the way her fair skin pinkened up beautifully.

“Watch it, brat.” He got to one knee beside her, placing a hand on her back, smoothing the skin there. This was the hard part, but it didn’t have to happen today. He wanted this, but he could wait. He would wait forever if he had to. “Sweetness, will you let me tie you down?”

He felt her jump slightly. If he hadn’t had a hand on her, he wouldn’t have noticed. Her fingers curled around the ends of the bars, and there was a tightness to her eyes.

“I’m scared of that, Chase.”

He kissed her ear. “I know. Did you like it before?”

“I loved it. I volunteered to let the guys train on me when they were taking their ropes courses. I found it soothing, but I can’t hold some positions now because I have nerve damage.”

Her voice was rising, panicking. He rubbed his hand down her back, his voice as soothing as he could get it. “I would never hurt you. Hush, now. We don’t have to.”

“But you want it.”

“I want you more, sweetness. If I never pick up another rope again, I’ll be okay. Do you understand?”

“But you want it badly, don’t you, Chase?”

He sighed. How did he make her understand? “I find it calming. I find it thrilling. I studied Shibari for years. I like to tie submissives up even when I’m not planning on having sex with them. It’s art for me. It’s also trust, but it’s all right, Natalie. I need you happy more. Just know that I’ll dream about tying you up every night. I’ll wrap you in the most elaborate knots. I’ll spend hours worshipping your body with my ropes. But I’ll keep it there. I just want you to understand I won’t ever touch another woman.”

“When did you become the great communicator?” She sniffled a little.

“I, uhm, don’t have a reply to that. Was that sarcasm?” He did have a reply to sarcasm. It involved a nasty paddle and the curve of her ass.

“Tie me down, Sir Dawson. Make it pretty. Just my arms and legs, okay? And you have a knife?”

No Shibari master would tie up a sub without having a handy knife around in case he had to get her out fast. Rope was expensive, but a Master worth anything would lose the rope in a heartbeat to spare a shaky sub. “I do. Are you sure? I want to do some nasty things to you before Ben and I get down to business.”

“I’m going to be sore in the morning. I expect aftercare, and it might have to run all day tomorrow.”

“I promise you the princess treatment. How will you take care of her, Ben?”

“Breakfast in bed to start,” Ben replied, satisfaction in his voice.

Yes, Chase intended to make a meal out of her every morning. “And we’ll bathe you and wash your hair and make sure you’re dry and warm afterward.”

“There will likely be a lot of rubbing involved,” Ben added.

Chase pulled a length of rope from his bag. Silk. The best for her. “I intend to rub myself all over you at every given opportunity.”

She snorted. “Nice heads-up, babe.”

He fucking loved it when she called him babe in that no-nonsense voice of hers. He showed her the rope, holding it out for her inspection. “This is only meant to bring you pleasure, sweetness, to hold you down so I can take you to the edge again and again. If it doesn’t make you feel safe, even for a second, I’ll cut it off and we don’t have to try again.”

Her hand came up, briefly touching his face. “I think I can handle it, Sir. It’s not the rope that makes me feel safe.”

He breathed that in. He’d always been the scary one, the hard one, but he’d just been waiting for her so he could be soft. And he realized why. She made him feel safe, too. They’d fought and she’d come back. She hadn’t left, hadn’t fled with some other guy, hadn’t asked him why he couldn’t be more like Ben. She wanted him for who he was.

He kissed her cheek, a tenderness he’d never known before sweeping across him. “I love you, sweetness.”

Her hands relaxed, the fingertips lying gently across the plush leather of the bench. Her whole body sank into it as though signaling she was ready for whatever he could give her. “I love you, Sir Dawson. Let’s see what happens. I used to love this.”

He pulled the first length of rope, looping it into a loose knot which he slipped over the handles and her forearm. He took a deep breath. This was his art, his outlet. Gently, but with a firm hand, he looped and knotted the soft rope, forming a sleeve to bind her from below her elbow to above her wrist.

“It’s pretty.” Natalie watched him, her breath even. “You’re very good at this, Sir. It’s comfortable.”

“I like suspension play. I’d love to weave a harness around you. I like the patterns it leaves on the skin.” He moved to her other arm.

She gently turned her head, following him. Ben moved to her legs, starting the bindings there. “I’ve never been suspended. I never trusted anyone enough. I think one of you will have to be waiting to catch me if I fall.”

He could see the image amused her, but it was serious to him. “Always. We’ll always catch you. Benjamin, make sure not to bind the joint.”

“I know what I’m doing. I took the same class as you.”

“You flirted with the training sub the whole time.” His brother’s demeanor was going to have to change. “And we’re about to have a wife, so we should talk about your lamentable habit of hitting on everything with breasts.”

Nat laughed a little. “Yeah, Dawson. You’re going to have to join team fidelity.”

Ben finished his knots and stroked the round globes of her ass, light affectionate caresses. “Not a problem, baby. I find myself only hungry for sugar these days. I think you can keep me sated. It’s going to be fun, though, watching my brother turn into a complete prig.”

Chase didn’t mind. People could say what they liked. Natalie was his, and he had no intention of ever hurting her feelings by noticing other women. Since he’d laid eyes on her, his vision seemed to have changed. Other women weren’t as lovely, didn’t have her glow. They could be quite nice, but he would never want them. Why would he need anyone else when he had the most gorgeous sub in the world? “I don’t care if I sound moralistic and stuffy. I didn’t like the stripper rubbing herself on me. It felt wrong.”

“Dude, we weren’t supposed to tell the wife about that,” Ben shot through clenched teeth.

Now Chase was damn glad he had her tied down because Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “Stripper? Rubbing? Explanation now, boys.”

Yep. She sounded like a wife. A pissed-off, possessive, no-one-puts-hands-on-her-men wife. “It was for the investigation. There was no funny business. And I didn’t touch Twilene. She touched me. And Ben is the one who put money in the G-strings because I just didn’t think that was sanitary.”

“Dude, we were supposed to be high-rolling city slickers, and you kept pulling out hand sanitizer.”

“I didn’t know where those G-strings had been. Or in some cases, I had a pretty good idea and that was why I was so hands-off. You’re lucky I drank out of those glasses and didn’t insist on taking a temperature reading on the dishwasher water. I think I tasted plague in my rum and Coke.”

Ben groaned. “Drama queen.”

He couldn’t help it if he understood the dangers of bacteria and viruses better than his brother, whose version of intellectual reading was football draft magazines in preparation for The Club’s annual fantasy football league. He was just about to defend his hygiene practices when Natalie’s whole body shook.

Chase practically leapt for his knife. “I’ll have you out in a second.”

She turned her face up. “Don’t you dare, Dawson. I’m thinking it’s a good thing to be tied down right now so I don’t have to play referee. And you tell Twilene—yeah that’s a real name—that if she rubs against my men again, her nasty G-string will see some suspension play, and she won’t enjoy it.”

His Natalie was a little bloodthirsty, but that was okay. If she was a polite little thing, he would likely walk all over her and that would be boring. It was much better to be slightly afraid of his wife. “Will do, sweetness. But you know we have to go back in, right?”

She laid her head back down, cheek settling in. “I know. How long, guys? How long before I don’t have to worry about you?”

Ben knelt beside him. “It’s moving pretty fast, baby. A week, tops, and we’ll wrap it up. We’re sure someone at that club either did the deed or knows who did.”

A fleeting image crossed Chase’s mind. Fuck. The pictures. They were there in his head. His mind focused for a split second on the photograph two rows up and three to the left of the Wispers neon sign. Stan Kirkman was smiling with his arms around two strippers. One Chase didn’t recognize, and the second was the one his brain had been caught on. She was wearing a hideous blonde wig, her plain features accented by a ton of makeup, but the cheekbones were the same, the eyes the right distance apart.

Surely she wasn’t involved.

Ben stared at him. His brother knew all his tells.

“What’s wrong?” Natalie asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” Ben replied, his lips a firm line. “Chase just wants to make sure I got my knots right before we start to play because tonight is all about fun and intimacy and cementing our relationship.”

He got the message. Tonight was about Natalie and her lovingly pushing her own boundaries, and giving her deeply distressing news wasn’t going to make anything better. It could wait until tomorrow morning. And his brother was right. They had better things to do.

She was tied up, wrapped up in bindings that held her and opened her completely for the prep play they needed. And she was calm and happy.

Natalie Buchanan trusted him with her body and her happiness and her heart. It was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received.

“Do you know what we’re going to do to you, sweetness?” He left behind thoughts of the case. They were on the Barnes-Fleetwood ranch and Jack Barnes took security seriously. There were security cameras here. There were motion-sensor lights and alarms on every door, installed, he’d been told, after Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood had decided it was fun to run around the yard in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. No one could get them here.

“I suspect you’re going to spank me.” The husky tone of her voice went straight to his cock.

He held his hand out, and Ben passed him the large plug that would complete her training. If she could handle that plug, she could handle his cock, and he could do what they’d wanted to do for days, get her in between them and show her what it meant to be their woman. “There is that. You know I love to smack that pretty backside of yours, but there’s something I want to do even more.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t think that’s going to fit. God, Dawson, that’s an elephant plug.”

“Benjamin.” Chase sighed.

His brother knew exactly what to do. His hand went back and came down on her ass, making Natalie jump, but there was nowhere to go. She was tied down and at their mercy.

“I believe we said five for brattery, and that’s another two for the elephant comment.”

Ben smiled, settling into his work. Five more smacks reverberated through the playroom, each one punctuated by a breathy little gasp from Natalie’s lips.

“Such a naughty girl. Do you think she can handle much more?” Ben asked, his voice teasing. “Perhaps she should mind. That plug is a little smaller than my cock, baby. And I’m not an elephant. I prefer to think of myself as a stallion waiting to cover a pretty mare. And look, we have you all hobbled and ready for breeding.”

Oh, yeah, he liked the way his brother thought. Ben could often come up with nasty, fun, sexy games to play. The thought of playing out all kinds of fantasies with Natalie made his cock jump. He was pretty sure he’d seen a naughty nurse costume that would look hot on her. Or he could indulge his science fiction habit. “There’s a fantasy. She can be the last female on earth, and it’s our job to fuck her until she’s pregnant. It’s a postapocalyptic world and high-grade pussy is in short supply. I like it, Benjamin.”

“OMG, you’re both perverts,” Natalie said with a little laugh.

Chase shuddered. “Benjamin, that’s five more for even sounding slightly like Georgia.”

Ben obviously agreed, slapping her five times in quick succession.

Natalie teared up. “I promise. No more Georgia speak. No more.”

“Poor Natalie. She’s being so mistreated.” Chase glanced back at the cheeks of her ass. Ben had done just the right amount of damage. The skin was a lovely hot pink, but it would be back to its fair color in the morning. “She seems to think it’s too much. I don’t know that she likes this game.”

He knew damn well that wasn’t true because he could smell her arousal from where he sat. It wafted over him, doing all sorts of things to get his cock ready for another round. But this was a fun little game, and he intended to play it out. The spanking bench that elevated her ass also put her pretty pussy on display. He got up and joined Ben, who was staring at the sweet sight.

“She doesn’t like it at all,” Ben said, a grin on his face.

“No, I can tell it does nothing for her.”

Natalie was practically vibrating. She whimpered a little, pulling against her bonds. “Please. You know I like it. Someone touch me.”

“That sounded like a demand. What happens to demanding subs?” Chase asked.

Three more smacks were laid on her upturned ass. Chase watched as Natalie’s pussy grew moist and creamy, begging for attention.

“Ask nicely, sweetheart,” Ben said, his fingertips tracing the pink marks on her skin.

She didn’t hesitate. Her voice went to that sweet little singsong that Chase was starting to understand was her adorable-brat manipulative voice. “Please touch me, Sir. Please. I feel so lonely.”

Yep. She was going to be able to easily manipulate him whenever she wanted. He knew damn well what she was doing and still his hand moved as though he was utterly incapable of denying her request even for a moment. His fingers found the soft, wet flesh of her pussy, and he couldn’t help but delve inside.

She was so fucking soft, the petals of her sex beyond moist. The cream of her arousal scented the air, the musk nearly driving him crazy, but he was determined to keep his control because he had a point to prove. Natalie had become the center of his world. He was going to let her know that she was the most important thing to him. Past himself. Past Ben. Natalie was everything.

He played in her labia, parting the petal and forming lightly teasing patterns that brought out those sweet gasps and moans from his Natalie’s lips. She was still, not pulling at her bonds, but her pussy clenched around his fingers. God, she would feel so good on his cock when he and Ben were both deep inside her.

He let his thumb find the jewel that lay against her clit. Such a useful little piece of hardware. She was wriggling against him in less than thirty seconds, her every muscle straining toward the orgasm he could give her.

And he was still a bastard Dom, so he pulled his hand away.

“Damn it.”

“Benjamin.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

God, he loved the way she gasped. Her whole body tightened as she swore under her breath. He thought about punishing her again, but he had other things to do.

“Sweetness, you’re going to get your reward, but I have to prepare you first.” Chase picked up the plug. Ben moved to the side, placing his hands on either side of her beautifully built ass and parting the cheeks. Sometimes it was awesome to have another human being who could read his mind.

Chase sighed as he looked at the perky little rosette he fully intended to fuck before the night was through.

Ben was staring, too, a wicked look on his brother’s face that he was sure mirrored his own. And he seemed to know what he needed. He reached out and grabbed the lube, handing it to Chase.

Yes, that was exactly what the situation called for. He took the tube, opened it, and dribbled it out on that rosy orifice. He smiled, his cock tightening as Natalie’s rosette clenched. She thought she could keep him out? No way. No how.

“You’re going to open up for me, beauty.” He pressed his middle finger right on that gorgeous asshole, making little circles, deeply enjoying every little clench and gasp he drew out of Natalie.

He dribbled more lube and replaced his finger with the plug.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” His brother pulled Natalie’s cheeks further apart. “I love how pretty your asshole is, sweetheart.”

Her whole body moved with her chuckle. “That is a phrase I didn’t expect to hear. In my whole life. God, Dawson, you’re killing me.”

He wasn’t. He was bringing her back to life, and it made his whole fucking world turn into vivid, vibrant colors.

He pressed the plug to her asshole, sinking it in just a bit before the muscles tried to shove him out. It wouldn’t work. He meant to have her. He wouldn’t be locked out.

Natalie whimpered, a sound that made him stand up straighter. “Please.”

Yes, please. He would please them all. He rotated the plug, pushing it into her hole while he circled the rosette. In and out. He pressed in and pulled out, gaining ground with each endeavor. Despite the fact that she was tied down, Natalie began to match his rhythm, her hips pulling and pressing against him, trying to take the plug deeper. She flattened her back.

His sweetness wasn’t a tourist. She knew what to do, and it just made him fucking want her more. She’d been born for him, built to take him, raised to seek him out, molded to love him. When he met her freaking parents, he intended to hug them. And he wasn’t a huggy guy. He was the guy who didn’t want to know anyone because people required maintenance, and he didn’t like to have to work that hard, but he would for her. For her family, because they would be his, too.

He pushed the plug in, forcing it past the ring of her anus. She flowered open for him, taking the plug beautifully. Beside him, his brother sighed.

“That is so fucking gorgeous.” Ben stared at the plug before picking up the vibrator he’d retrieved earlier. Long and well formed, with a rabbit head, it was designed to reward a good little submissive. “I think she deserves a treat.”

Natalie sighed, a sound of pure contentment as though she’d guessed exactly what her reward would be.

“Give it to her.”

Ben lubed up the vibe and placed it right at the soft, wet entrance to her cunt. Natalie’s backside wriggled just a little as Ben flicked the switch and the thick plastic cock began to hum.

“Oh, oh. That feels so good.” Her voice was shaky, her body already moving toward orgasm. He could tell by the flush of her skin, the way her eyes fluttered closed. “I’m so full.”

Ben worked the vibe back and forth while Chase got back on one knee. He loved watching her come. Watching her come while bound by his ropes was a thing of beauty.

“Open those eyes. Look at me while he finishes you off.”

Her eyes came obediently open. She turned her face up slightly so he could see her. Fuck, she was beautiful. He couldn’t help himself. He kissed the curve of her cheek, nuzzled their noses together, and drank in the sound of her as she went over the edge. Those little moans and gasps of pleasure were music to his ears.

“Let’s untie her and get her on the bed, brother.” Ben pulled the vibrator out.

He needed this night to be pure pleasure because tomorrow he had to tell her that somehow her best friend was involved in all of this. The picture of Gretchen Hanover was stuck in his memory. She’d tried to hide her features, but Chase knew it was her in the picture with Stanley Kirkman. Gretchen knew him, and from the way the Furniture King’s hand had curled around her hip, likely intimately. What was she hiding? Why was she working in a strip club? Why did she hate Natalie? He could only hope that the betrayal didn’t send Natalie back into her shell.

Yes, he would deal with Gretchen tomorrow.

“Chase?” Natalie looked up at him even as Ben was unwinding the ropes on her feet.

He cleared his features and his brain. Tomorrow was soon enough to wreck her world. Tonight he needed to build a base with her that wouldn’t be toppled. He would shield and protect her as much as he could. He turned his whole brain to the very nice problem of how to make Natalie come as much as possible in a single evening.

“Are you ready, sweetness?”

She smiled, her eyes languid and sated. “I’m ready.”

Chase’s cock pulsed.

She was ready for them. And they were damn straight ready for her.

Natalie wasn’t sure she wanted to leave the little bench. She was comfortable and warm and happy. Even the ropes didn’t bother her. In fact, she quite liked them, but she felt her legs come free, Ben’s hands briskly rubbing against her calves, making sure there were no circulation problems.

That wasn’t the case. They’d been so careful. As she’d watched Chase wind the thin ropes around her forearms, his hands lovingly knotting and forming patterns, she’d been struck by how much he loved this. He found a calm and peace when he was working with ropes. She’d decided that no matter how much she wanted to scream, she wouldn’t because he needed this.

And then she realized she didn’t want to scream. This was one hundred and eighty degrees from what she’d been forced to endure at the hands of a psychotic asswipe. Hawk wouldn’t have asked politely, wouldn’t have lovingly measured and made sure she was safe. This was play, intimate and affectionate, and very, very loving. This was different.

This was right. Finally right.

Chase kissed her arm and pulled the rope free. It left a pretty winding pattern on her skin, the indentions proof that she could have this again. They would be gone in a moment or two, but she had a feeling that anytime she wanted to see them again, Chase would oblige.

The recent orgasm still hummed through her system. Benjamin Dawson was a master vibrator operator. It was a rather good thing for a lover to be.

She felt a deep affection for her men. And that vibrator.

“Can we keep the vibe?” She reached out and ruffled Chase’s hair. “I think I’m going to name it.”

He frowned. “I don’t think I like that. I think I might be very possessive. I’ve been jealous of a four-year-old and now an inanimate object.”

She laughed a little, every limb in her body limp and happy. “Oh, it was animated, Dawson. It was really animated.”

Strong arms lifted her off the bench, and she had to clench to keep the plug in. She didn’t want to find out what they would do to her if she lost that plug. They might not let her come again. Though she wasn’t sure she could. How much could one vagina take in a night? They seemed ready to answer the question.

“I think I can handle the vibrator, baby,” Ben said, hauling her close. “Chase is just worried it’s a better conversationalist than he is.”

She looked down to where Chase was shrugging. “It’s a worry.”

“I love talking to you, babe. I just wait with bated breath to find out what’s going to come out of your mouth. You never bore me.” She winked at him and looked back up at Ben. “And neither do you, babe.”

Ben’s sensual lips curved up before swooping in for a sweet kiss. “Glad to hear it.” His face hardened. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you, Natalie?”

Her pussy sparked. Yep. She could probably come again. Her men seemed to bring out the best in her. “You want to take me together.”

“The three of us, sweetness, like it should be.” Chase gracefully moved off the floor, strong limbs balancing him.

The three of them. She’d never thought after everything that had happened to her that she would find one man she could trust, much less two. Two men who loved her. Two men who wanted her.

Tears, those beautiful, healing tears, were back in her eyes, though this time they were sweet. She was going to marry them. She was going to have a family with them. She was going to move and find that adventure she’d always sought before. Her life, so narrow and confined in the last several years, seemed to open before her like a feast to be devoured and shared and enjoyed.

“I’ll need a studio. I think I want to paint again.”

Ben walked her through the playroom toward the big bed. “You can have any room in the place, baby. If you pick Chase’s office, I’ll have him kicked out in a heartbeat.”

Chase followed. “She won’t pick my office. My office is a cave. I picked it because it has the fewest windows. Less likelihood of a sniper getting me. Natalie’s going to want light. Painters like light and shit. But we should still be worried about snipers.”

Nope. No way life with Chase Dawson would ever be boring.

Chase sat back on the bed, his body spread out like the most delicious man candy ever offered to a hungry girl. All that hotness balanced out his crazy.

“God, you’re paranoid. Could you hide that until after we’ve gotten married?” Ben asked, setting her on her not-too-stable feet. She couldn’t help but smile because she was faced with a wall of really gorgeous chests.

She let her fingers drift up to touch him. She felt a little drugged by it all, happily high on love and sex.

Chase’s voice deepened as he poured lube in his hand and started to slick up his cock. “Someone has to worry about snipers. They’re everywhere, you know. I’ll have Julian replace the glass with bulletproof. That’ll work. I’ll just annoy him until he does it. He’s still feeling shitty that I nearly got killed because some asshole mercenaries got into the building.”

That had her head turning. “What? Nearly killed?”

His hand didn’t leave his cock. It moved up and down, working that monster into a state. He winked her way. “It’s okay. Ben sniped the fucker. See. Snipers. They’re everywhere.”

“That is a story for another time.” Ben obviously didn’t want to exchange war stories. He gave her a gentle nudge. “Go on, baby. He’s ready. Ride that cock like the cowgirl you are.”

She started to straddle Chase, but he shook his head. “Wrong direction, sweetness. Ben got the first taste of your pussy. Your ass is mine. On your hands and knees. We’re going to have some fun with this.”

She turned, wondering exactly how this was going to work. Her breath hitched when his fingers foraged between her cheeks, and he slid the plug from her asshole. The full sensation was gone, replaced by a sense of emptiness.

Chase didn’t seem willing to let that go on for very long. He pulled back on her hips. “Hush, sweetness. Let me guide you. I want you to take what you can, and when you’re comfortable, just relax and let gravity do the rest.”

The head of his well-lubed cock fit to the opening of her asshole, nudging its way inside. It was odd. She was sitting back against him, so unlike she had thought it would be. Chase held her hips, but she was in control, pressing back and taking what she could handle. Hard. He was so stinking hard, and he was forcing her to make the decision. She pressed back, groaning as she impaled herself on the head of his dick. Ben had been right. That plug wasn’t quite as big as her men. She shook a little, but Ben was there right in front of her. He took her hands, helping her to balance.

“How does it feel?” Ben asked, his fingers tangling with hers. She was taking Chase’s cock deep inside, but she was facing Ben.

It felt intimate and dirty. “It hurts, but not bad. I like it. God, he’s torturing me with this.”

Chase chuckled behind her. She could feel that laugh all along her spine. “I like to torture my gorgeous little sub. Take it, sweetness. Take my cock up your ass. Ben is dying to get inside you, and he can’t until you manage to get my cock balls deep. Take it, Natalie.”

She panted, her breath sawing in and out of her chest. He had her on the ropes. Her thighs were screaming, and all she had to do was to sink back on his dick. To take him.

Taking him meant accepting him. Taking all of him. Yeah, she wanted every centimeter of Chase Dawson. The good. The bad. The intensely crazy.

She leaned back, allowing herself to sink onto that decadent, impossibly good, so-hard cock. He filled her up, leaving no room to breathe or think or be anything but what she already was, and there was a peaceful joy to that. She was Natalie. A survivor. A woman who had faced the darkest bit of her soul, and she could still fucking love a man. Hell, she was enough woman to love two of them.

She pressed down, taking every bit of Chase Dawson’s cock because that was who she was. She was woman enough for the whole fucking world, but in the end, she just wanted her men. Ben and Chase. Hers.

She wiggled until she felt his pelvis on the cheeks of her ass. She’d taken him. She had him, and she wasn’t about to fucking let him go.

“God, you feel so fucking good, sweetness.” Chase’s hands tightened on her hips. “You’re so tight.”

“She’s about to get tighter.” Ben pushed her back, her legs flowing alongside Chase’s. She felt so fluid, like she could handle anything. “I want in.”

And she wanted him in. She wanted them both. Her pussy pulsed, the thought of having her men deep inside making her quiver. “Come inside, babe.”

She let her back nestle against Chase’s chest. It was an odd position, but so intimate she could barely breathe, and she hadn’t missed the gift Chase had given his brother. Ben would be in control. Ben would be the one who moved her on and off Chase’s cock. Ben would be the one who brought them all to the edge and over.

Chase could have picked another position, one where he was the controlling factor, but he’d ceded control to Ben because Ben was important, too. Ben would lead them to stability, to a happy medium. Ben was the rock they would build their foundation on.

She lay back and let Ben move her legs around his hips. He lined his cock up.

His hands found her face. “I love you, Natalie.”

She smiled up, hoping her love showed through. “Back at you, Dawson. I love you so much.”

His jaw tightened, and he drove his cock home.

Natalie struggled to breathe. So fucking full. Two monster cocks filled her, both stirring restlessly inside her. One in her pussy and one in her ass. She couldn’t move in any way that didn’t make her deeply aware that they were inside her. Her pelvis lit up, strong sensations exploding from her core.

Ben leaned over, pressing himself deeper. “That’s what I wanted to see. You get it now, baby? Who do you belong to?”

She felt her lips tug up. Just days ago she would have resented the question, but she knew now that there were two sides to this question. “You and Chase. And who do you and Chase belong to?”

Kitten was right, not Gretchen. A Dom belonged to his sub as much as she belonged to him. They were locked together in love and longing and deep devotion.

“Oh, baby, we’re yours,” Ben groaned back.

“All yours, sweetness.” Chase pressed his cock up, lighting up her ass. “I don’t want anybody else.”

She was woman enough for them both. She could handle the Dawson brothers. She was their freaking submissive. She was their queen. In a true D/s relationship, the two were completely intertwined. Somehow the universe had brought her these two men, and she meant to keep them.

She was Natalie Buchanan, soon to be Dawson, and she was important. No one could take that from her. No one could make her less than what she was. She hadn’t realized it, but her worth had never been compromised. She was worthy. She deserved this love. She belonged in a beautiful world that she created by virtue of being born and working for it.

When the world she was in turned to hell, she would be strong enough to build another. She did not have to accept a goddamn thing.

“God, I need you both.” She took her pleasure, rocking against them both, her hips rolling.

Ben looked down at her, a savage look on his gorgeous face. “I will always give you what you need.”

He was off. They worked in perfect tandem, Ben pulling when Chase pressed. Chase fucking upward when Ben pulled out.

They were really one whole person, but somehow they’d been split into two beautiful souls, and for some crazy reason they loved her.

Because she was worthy and lovable and she completed them.

She clung to Ben, riding the wave. They filled every inch of her, and she welcomed them. Her body had always been meant for them. She wanted the pleasure they could give her. She wanted to please them back. She wanted to be a vessel for their children, their love one day translated into that most beautiful expression—a child to continue in the world, learning from the parents that this was a beautiful place.

The orgasm swept over her, sucking out the breath and leaving pure sensation in its place.

Chase groaned, and she felt the hot wash of his semen coating her ass, filling her up.

Ben’s beautiful face tightened as he came, filling her womb with life-giving cum. He pressed inside, hips rolling over and over as he gave her everything he had.

His body fell on hers, rolling off and pulling her to the side. She was caught between the Dawson brothers, Ben cuddling her front and Chase her back. Heat surrounded her, four arms encasing her in warmth.

It was the best place in the whole world.