Nevvie sat, flanked by Thomas and Tyler, with Bob seated directly behind them. She closed her eyes and tightly held the men’s hands as the judge looked at Alex.
“I’m sentencing you to twenty-five years in state prison.”
Alex exploded and lunged. Two bailiffs grabbed him and wrestled him to the floor as he screamed, “I’m gonna kill you, ya goddamned fag whore! Gonna kill you and your little fag boyfriends!”
Tyler tensed but didn’t react.
Another bailiff helped drag Alex from the courtroom. Nevvie looked up and smiled.
Bob patted her shoulder. “It’s over, Nevvie. The nightmare’s over.”
Chapter 31
They were back at the courthouse three weeks later. This time, in family court.
The judge studied the three, probably trying to put it together in his mind, sensing there was more to the story than they let on.
The judge signed the paperwork. “Congratulations, Ms. Kinsey-Paulson. Here’s your paperwork.”
The two men hugged her, they shook hands with Bob, and the three walked out, hand in hand, with her in the middle.
In the hallway they steered Nevvie to a nearby bench and knelt in front of her. Tyler pulled the ring box from his jacket and looked at Thomas.
“Go ahead, Ty,” he said. “I had the honor last time.”
Tyler looked into her eyes. “Sweetheart,” he said in a low tone, “we love you. We want you with us forever.” He slipped the ring onto her left hand, next to the other ring. The intricate pattern on the gold band exactly matched the ones Tyler and Thomas wore. “We will never leave you, always cherish you as our wife, love you forever.”
She smiled and kissed Tyler, then Thomas. “I love you both. I don’t want to be anywhere but with you, my husbands.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “I don’t want to be anywhere but with my sweet masters.”
Both men grinned. She suspected it would be a minute before either could stand and walk without their cocks leading the way. Tyler leaned in and whispered in her right ear, “You are our beautiful, sweet slave, and I promise to always be a loving, dutiful master and keep you happy.”
She flushed, the heat behind his words churning her belly with liquid, molten need.
Then Thomas leaned in and whispered in her left ear, “We will always keep our little slave at our side. We are your masters, and we love you with all our hearts.”
She gripped both men’s hands, and they knew she wanted them as badly as they wanted her.
Bob appeared and they tried to compose themselves.
“Well, congratulations you three.”
Thomas asked the question. “Have you heard anything about Alex?”
“He won’t be eligible for parole for at least eight years. Don’t worry, Nevvie, if it gets to that point we’ll mount a challenge to the parole board to keep him behind bars for his full sentence.”
Both men squeezed her hands, comforting her. “Thanks, Bob,” she said.
“It’s okay.” He looked at Thomas, then to Tyler and shook his head, dropped his voice. “You lucky bastards. All the years I’ve known you, this takes the cake.” He looked at Nevvie. “I’m sure the three of you will present me with some interesting situations over the years, won’t you?”
Tyler smiled. “There might be some little ones in the future.”
Bob laughed. “Yes, because you three haven’t complicated life enough as it is. I’ll let you know when the final paperwork is ready to pick up and get all the changes made for you.”
Nevvie left the courthouse arm in arm with her boys.
“Now we’re truly ‘TNT,’” Tyler joked.
She grinned, staring at the new ring on her hand. “That we are.” She squeezed their arms. “You know you guys can’t ever break up, right?”
“Not that it’s in the stars, but why?” Thomas asked.
“Because you’d have to fight over who gets custody of me, that’s why. You know I refuse to choose. You’re both stuck with me.”
The men laughed. With their arms around her they walked to the old Ford truck and got in, Nevvie between them.
When they walked in the front door at home, Nevvie spun around in the hallway. “I can’t believe this really happened.”
The men smiled and leaned against the door, arms crossed. “Believe it, love,” Tyler said. “You’re all ours.”
“All ours,” Thomas echoed.
“What?” she asked when they didn’t move.
Both men raised their eyebrows. She grinned. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, noticing how the fronts of both men’s slacks immediately tented. She felt strong, powerful.
Free.
“Leave the shoes on, Nev,” Tyler whispered in a husky voice as he stepped forward. “I want to see those heels up in the air while I’m fucking you. God you’re sexy.”
She flushed, her nipples hardening at his erotic growl. She dropped her shirt to the floor and reached back to unzip her skirt. Thomas stepped forward. As her skirt fell to the tile and she stepped out of it, he reached between her legs. Per their orders she’d gone without a bra or panties. He slipped two fingers into her, found her wet and ready, and slowly pumped them deep inside her.
She bit her lower lip and moaned.
“You like that, don’t you, sugar?” Thomas asked.
“Yes.”
Tyler stepped forward and slipped two fingers into her bare pussy, joining the two already there. The two men stood on either side of her and worked a sensual, alternating rhythm, making her gasp and tremble while Tyler stroked her clit with his thumb.
“Yes, what?” Thomas growled.
Without raising her head she lifted her eyes, a sultry smile painting her face. “Yes, Masters.”
“That’s our girl,” Tyler whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed as she moaned, wanting them.
Thomas grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder, seating two fingers in her pussy as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom. Tyler followed, and she looked up to see him smiling, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. He reached out and stroked her chin.
“You’re going to get fucked by your masters, sweetheart.”
Thomas patted her ass. “We’re finally taking your cherry, baby.”
A nervous shiver of anticipation ran through her, willing to give it to them, give them anything they wanted.
As long as they loved her and loved each other.
She laughed when Thomas dropped her on their bed. She looked up at her boys, her masters—her husbands—with a playful smile.
“So, who’s first?”
“Oh, are we in a hurry now, love?” Tyler smiled, dropping his shirt to the floor before starting on his slacks.
“No hurry. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Got that straight,” Thomas agreed. “Not till we tell you, least ways.”
Tyler dropped his slacks and climbed onto the bed, gently spreading her legs wide open. “That’s better, sweetheart.” He dipped his head to her pussy and trailed his tongue across her clit. As ordered she’d shaved for them that morning, leaving nothing to stop his tongue from following every line and curve of her sex. She threw her head back and sighed with pleasure, stretching her arms over her head.
“Oh, beautiful!” Thomas said, joining them on the bed. He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. His left hand massaged her breasts, playing with her nipples and sending shock waves through her body.
Tyler wrapped his lips around her throbbing clit and relentlessly flicked it, making her arch her back and drive her tongue deeper into Thomas’ mouth. Tyler worked two, then three fingers into her slippery opening, and she spread her legs wider, trying to fuck his hand as he stroked her. He lifted his head from between her legs.