SARAH

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“Yes!” I said, covering my face with my hands, too afraid to look at them now that I’d admitted the truth. How sad was it that I’d waited all this time for them, for something I didn’t even know they wanted as much as me? I took a deep breath. “I can’t…I can’t do this.” I turned on my heel to leave, to hide. To run.

King stepped around me, blocked the door. “Say your safe word, princess, and we’ll let you go. Otherwise, you do as we say.”

“We haven’t done anything to need a safe word,” I countered. My hands trembled and my heart was beating frantically. I wasn’t big on exercise, but I felt like I’d run a mile.

King’s hand came up, his knuckles stroking gently down my cheek. He’d done a similar gesture when he’d taken me out on a date last summer, but this felt…different. That the simple caress was a precursor to more and not all like I’d thought then.

“Sometimes talking about hard things is enough,” he told me. “You know we’re pushing you, right?”

I looked at his blue flannel shirt, noticed how the color matched his eyes, although I doubted he’d worn it for such a reason. “Why?”

“Because you’re at a BDSM party wearing the sexiest fucking outfit I’ve ever seen. Last summer, you didn’t even like either of us kissing you goodnight. Who’s the real Sarah Gandry?”

Who was the real Sarah Gandry? That was a good question.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red.”

King took a step closer, his hands going to the buttons I’d just done up on my shirt. Slowly, but deftly, he undid the top one. Met my gaze. “You don’t want mild.”

I sighed, not sure if it was because that was exactly correct or if it was because his knuckles brushed over the skin between my collarbones as they moved down to the second button.

“Neither do you,” I countered.

“No, we don’t. You want someone to take charge, to not wait for you to tell him it’s okay. You’ll tell him red when it’s not. We’ll be those men.”

My eyelids fell closed as he moved to the next button, relaxing because he was right. That was exactly what I wanted and it seemed he was giving it to me, one button at a time. While I didn’t want someone to push himself on me, I wanted him to…to lead, to test my boundaries, my desires in a safe environment, knowing I could say no through my safe word at any time. I didn’t want to tell a man what I wanted because I didn’t know what it was.

“Yes,” I breathed.

I felt Wilder behind me, his hands going to my shoulders and when King finished with the final button on my blouse, he slid the fabric down so it fell to the floor at our feet.

I still didn’t open my eyes. Didn’t dare. I knew, even in the soft lighting, that they could see my breasts, see the tiny gold hoops pierced through them. The black bustier didn’t cover much and lifted everything. I could feel their gazes on me.

“Holy fuck, Sarah,” King said, his voice deep and rough. “How long have you had the piercings?”

“Two years,” I replied.

“Jesus, we’ve seen you around town and you had these gorgeous nipple rings in all that time?”

I nodded. What else could I say?

“Every time you wore those prim librarian clothes you had these beneath?” He exhaled, as if trying to calm himself.

“Any hard limits, princess?” Wilder growled, his lips brushing over my shoulder.

Tilting my head to the side, I gave him room. More.

“I…I don’t know.” I paused. Thought, even as he kissed me, his tongue licking my skin. “Um, I don’t want to be peed on.”

I felt Wilder’s smile against my shoulder, heard King’s chuckle. “That’s good. We’d be the ones calling red if you did.”

“No breath play. And I don’t think I’d like to be fisted.”

I shivered at the possibility. I’d seen King’s and Wilder’s hands, lusted after them touching me, but that didn’t mean…nope.

Fingers brushed over my exposed nipples and my eyes flew open. King ran his knuckles over the sensitive tips. “Such a good girl, telling us this. Why didn’t you say something last summer?”

“What? That I’m a virgin, into being with two men and kinky stuff, but don’t want to be fisted?” It was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, you’d have run off faster than a jackrabbit.”

“You forgot the nipple rings,” King said, his gaze lowering, then flicking back to mine, kissed my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my mouth.

“Right, I could’ve…I could’ve mentioned those, too.” Where I’d been cold a minute ago, I was warm now. Hot, even. With them on both sides of me, their lips brushing over me, I felt closed in, but not claustrophobic. I felt engulfed. I felt…aroused.

“You’re telling us these things now and you’re not running,” Wilder added.

I tilted my head to the side, looked up at him over my shoulder. His dark eyes were right there, watching me. Studying. Paying very close attention as if every breath, every move I made was important.

“Are you telling me you want me, that you want to do…things with me?” I asked.

Hands went to my upper arms and I was gently spun about. Wilder leaned down, met my eyes with his dark ones. “Fuck, yes.”

“Then why did you act all gentlemanly and...nice on those dates? And why did you date me separately?”

“We are gentlemen, princess. Just not in the bedroom,” King said, flicking the small nipples rings with his fingers making them lift, then fall. I felt it inside my nipples and all the way to my toes. “We’ve known you forever, know how sweet and kind, smart and loving you are. We didn’t want to scare you away.”

I pursed my lips. “Thank you for telling me the truth,” I said, repeating his earlier words. “But shouldn’t I decide what’s scary? Aren’t I the one who says red?”

King’s smiled twisted.

“What we want to do with you, to you, if you knew…” Wilder began, then let it drop.

I turned to face him, look in his eyes. “If I’d known, I’d have gone on more dates with both of you.”

Wilder grabbed me, pulled me into his arms for a fierce hug. His chin settled on top of my head, the soft feel of his shirt against the top half of my bare breasts and nipples felt strange, but good. Intimate. “Fuck, princess. I’ve finally got you in my arms. You think I’m letting you go? No fucking way. You’re mine.”

“Ours,” King added.

Hope rose up like balloons in the movie Up. So much of it that I felt it could lift a whole house. “Really?” I asked, happiness coursing through my veins along with the low thrum of arousal. I’d wanted to hear them say that since I was thirteen. Dreamed about it, touched myself thinking about it. And now...I had no intention of going anywhere. God, I wanted them.

With Wilder’s arm wrapped about me, he walked me back to the bed and this time, sat beside me, his weight dipping the mattress so I leaned into him. “We’ve been too nice, haven’t we? You want wild? It’s our job to give it to you. You want gentle and slow, to have your cherry taken in one slow, wet thrust? It’s our job to give it to you.”

“I don’t want that,” I said, making sure he knew.

“You don’t want us to pop that sweet cherry?”

The idea, the thought of Wilder’s cock filling me, stretching me, ripping me wide open had me get even wetter. My panties had been totally ruined before, but now? Drenched.

“I do. I so do. I’ve...I’ve been saving it for you, like you said. Hoping it would be you.”

“Wilder, or both of us?” King asked, settling on the other side of me so I was between them, just where I wanted to be.

I blushed hotly, but now that things had been said, there didn’t seem to be any room for secrets any longer. “Both of you.”

Perhaps they were mind readers, for Wilder said, “No more secrets, princess. If you want us to fuck you, to take you down a dark and dirty path of kinky pleasure, then you have to tell us everything.”

“Okay,” I replied.

“Okay?” King added. “What do you say to the men in charge in the bedroom?”

My mouth fell open and I shivered at the dark quality of his voice, the intensity in his eyes when I looked to him. King’s gaze was heated, but it held more dominance and sharp focus than desire.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

“That’s right,” Wilder added. “Such a good princess for your men.”

I preened under their praise, the warmth of their words. I felt it in places that had been empty. In a matter of minutes, they’d been filled with the attentions and affection of not just one man, but two.

Wilder and King.

“Time to discover what gets you hot,” Wilder said.

“And what gets you off,” King added. His hand slid up my back, worked the clasp of my bra and unhooked it. It dropped to the crook of my elbows and my lap. I wasn’t small, a solid D with large nipples. When Wilder groaned and King cursed under his breath as they stared at them fully exposed for the first time, I felt powerful in my own feminine way. I knew whatever they were going to do to me tonight I had some sway over them as well.

Each put a hand on a bare shoulder and pushed me back so I was on my back between them, my knees bent and my feet—still in my stilettos—on the carpeted floor.

“One more time, princess. What’s your safe word?” King asked, looming over me. They both were. One fair, the other dark. Both intense, both gorgeous and interested in only me. How did I get so lucky?

After tonight, I would no longer be a virgin and I had no doubt they’d do a very thorough job of it.

“Red.”

“Good girl.”

“It is our goal to never have you say it, but while we’ve known you for a long time, we’re moving into a space that you know nothing about. Yet. We may do things that surprise you, perhaps even scare you. So you have to use it. Promise us,” Wilder said.

“If you don’t, you’ll get a nice red ass,” King warned.

“I understand.” I did. There’d been too much confusion so far. “I’ll use it if you do something that is too much.”

King looked to Wilder, who nodded, then slid to the side on the edge of the bed. Between one second and the next, I was rolled onto my stomach, bent at the waist so my knees were tucked beneath me, similar to Child’s Pose in yoga. But when I did yoga, I wasn’t bare from the waist up and I definitely didn’t have two men touching me. My arms were out in front of me, my fingers gripping the blanket. I looked over my shoulder as King slid my braid to the side, then stroked down my back, over my ass to my thigh, then reversed direction, lifting my latex skirt along until it was flipped up about my waist.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. This was what I wanted...but it was intense. Ten minutes ago, I hadn’t even known they wanted me...hadn’t even known they were at Hawk’s Landing and now I had my butt exposed. And soon—

“Now that is a pretty sight,” King commented, his hand cupping my bottom. I felt a second hand, on the other cheek, and knew it was Wilder’s.

“Pretty, but it could be prettier,” Wilder said.

I gasped when his palm struck my bottom, the sound of it filling the room, the sharp sting making me gasp.

King spanked the other side and I wiggled my hips as the surprise of it, the slight burn, shifted to heat. God, that was so hot. I felt myself getting wetter just from that.

“There, now we’ve both got our marks on you. Bright pink handprints that claim you as ours,” King said.

“We should take her downstairs and have her walk around and hold the back of her sexy skirt up so everyone can see our marks, know she belongs solely to us,” Wilder added.

I whipped my head about to look at him, to see if he were serious. The idea was oddly exhilarating, to know I brandished a sign of their possession.

“Ah, princess, you like that idea,” Wilder added as he looked into my eyes. One big hand went to my biceps, curled about it and helped me up.

“Stand before us,” he added. He held me as I got my feet beneath me. While his eyes held mine, King’s were on my body; my bare breasts, watched as the latex skirt fell down over my thighs covering me.

“Turn around.”

Slowly, I faced away from them. My nipples hardened at the dark tone of his voice. While they were pushing me—god, this was so decadent doing as they said. It was all play now; it was sexy, but it wasn’t sex. Only King’s knuckles had grazed my nipples. They’d barely kissed me. I had a feeling they were getting me used to them, to doing as they said. Simple commands, nothing too dark or dirty. Yet. Still, they were definitely pushing me, testing me for what was to come.

“Lift the back of your skirt so we can see our claim on you.”

I gripped the hem of my skirt in my fingers, curled it as I worked it up, higher and higher until it was bunched up in the back about my waist.

“Good girl,” King praised. “Now go stand with your nose touching the wall, ass on display.”

I paused, started to turn my head to question, but changed my mind. The cream-colored wall was a few feet in front of me. I went over to it, leaned forward slightly and touched my nose to it.

“You’re not being punished, princess. Not this time. We’re admiring our beautiful girl. The line of her back, the fullness of her breasts as they curve out, the narrow waist, gorgeous hips. Perfect ass and that little thong doing nothing to hide our handprints. Fuck.”

Wilder went down the list as if describing a car he liked, but I didn’t feel degraded. No, I felt special.

“If you keep us out again, Sarah, you’ll have a very red ass and you’ll stand in the corner with lots of time to think about things.” King used my name, not princess. He was serious. Very serious. “Think of all the time we’ve wasted because none of us shared how we felt, what we all needed. We’re committed to you, to this, but while you might submit, you’re the one in charge.”

“I understand,” I murmured. I did. I had the power to stop it all. I could say red and all of this would be over. They’d wrap me in a blanket and hug me. Protect me. But no one would get what we all wanted.

So far, what we’d been doing was really hot. Heady. Sexy.

“Good girl. Now turn around and show us your sexy tits.”