Sully nodded. Mac kissed her, a simple brush of his lips across hers.
“I would like that very much, sugar.”
She was surprised when later, after dinner, all they did was sit and watch a movie on TV. Mac took up his usual position on the floor.
Sully patted the couch beside him. Clarisse lay next to him, resting her head in his lap.
The movie received absolutely none of her attention. Despite being naked, it felt right, totally normal to relax like that with them.
She draped one arm over Mac’s shoulder, and he laced his fingers through hers. Sully rested one hand on her waist and played with strands of her hair with the other.
Closing her eyes, she imagined living like this years from now.
Easy to do, until reality intruded into her thoughts.
“I’ll have to get a Florida driver’s license,” she said. “My name and information will be on file when we do all the paperwork.”
Unbidden, her tears flowed. With the men, she’d been able to shut herself off in a little fantasy bubble of invisibility and safety and let them protect her. “He’ll be able to find me.”
Sully pulled her into his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry. He’ll be on his best behavior since he knows he’s royally fucked. His lawyer will try to show that if he really was guilty, he would have been trying to hunt you down and he hasn’t. Weak defense, but all he’s got at this point.”
She forced a smile she didn’t feel. Sully waved Mac onto the couch and the men held her between them. “Honestly, sweetheart, if he was determined to find you, he would have. The prosecutors have the case, and with IA up his ass, he’ll behave.”
Clarisse didn’t feel so sure about that, but she was willing to trust Sully. “Okay.”
The next morning, Sully closed himself in his office and called Ohio for a progress report. Twenty minutes later, he hung up, smiling.
The asshole had accepted a plea deal. Sully hadn’t honestly thought he would, but he was offered probation and immunity from an IA investigation if he ended it now. It also meant Clarisse wouldn’t have to return to testify. No, the asshole wouldn’t do jail time, which Sully had hoped he would. It also meant the guy could never be a cop again, would lose his retirement and bennies, and he would agree to a permanent restraining order.
He found Mac and Clarisse in the kitchen, working on a shopping list. Sully scooped her into his arms and spun her around. The ultimate test of will—feeling her naked flesh under his hands and not giving in to the temptation to make love to her right there. Mac looked on, amused.
“Guess what, pet?” Sully asked her as he set her back on her feet.
“What?”
He lightly smacked her ass, which she met with a smile. “I said guess, pet.”
“Animal, vegetable, or mineral?”
“None of the above. News.”
A slight frown crossed her face. “News?”
He nodded. “Big news.”
Her eyes widened. “Bryan swallowed a bullet?”
Sully laughed. “No, not quite. He took a plea bargain.”
She stiffened in fear. “Will he do jail time?”
“No, but he’ll have five years of probation, lose his job and benefits, and he agreed to a permanent restraining order against him.”
She pulled away from him and wrapped her arms around herself.
“But no jail?”
“No. The prosecutor said if they took it to trial, the most he’d probably get would be two years with time off. If the lawyer didn’t get him off. I’m sorry, babe.”
She studied the floor for several minutes before looking at him.
“Is this good?”
Sully gathered her into his arms again. “It’s very good. You don’t ever have to see him again. It means you can quit hiding.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He tipped his head, motioning Mac over. He stepped behind her and put his arms around her too. “It means you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
“Does it mean we can end the three-month wait thing early and get married?”
He rubbed noses with her. “No, it doesn’t, smarty. Nice try, though.”
True to his word, Sully wouldn’t let her rush him. Although he fucked Mac more frequently over the next several weeks than he normally did.
Enmeshed in the men’s dynamic, it was easy for Clarisse to let go and trust. Sully soon discovered she hated kneeling for long periods, so the few times he had to punish her for an infraction, he used that instead of strokes.
With Clarisse a part of their relationship, Sully dropped many of the rules they’d had before that got Mac in hot water. When Sully felt the need to punish Mac, he discovered it was extremely effective to lock him in the chastity device and then let Clarisse give him a lap dance.
“You are a fucking sadist,” Mac groaned one night as the device painfully dug into him.
Sully sat back on the couch and laughed as he watched Clarisse wriggle her naked body over Mac’s. “As you yourself have said before, ‘Duh.’” He took a swallow of his beer. “But damn, this is a fine-looking sight. Make sure to get him nice and hard, pet.”
Mac closed his eyes and winced. “Fuck!”
Sully grinned. “You won’t talk back to me again anytime soon, will you, slave?”
“No, Master,” he painfully grunted.
After twenty minutes, Sully felt reasonably sure Mac had experienced a fair amount of agony. “Pet, go get the small vibrator.”
She ran to do it. He didn’t fail to spot her evil grin. When she returned, he ordered her back into Mac’s lap, facing him. “Are you horny, pet?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, giggling.
“Slave, help pet come.” He smiled as she turned on the vibrator and pressed it to her clit.
Mac moaned as he cupped her breasts in his hands and played with her nipples. He would feel a little of the vibrator through his shorts and the chastity device, adding to his torment.
Clarisse threw back her head as she raced toward her climax.
Sully rose from the couch and, standing behind her, supported her. He unzipped his shorts and brushed his cock against her lips. “Take me, pet.”
Mac licked his lips as Clarisse swallowed Sully’s cock. Sully held her hair out of her face. “Come for me, pet.”
She did, deeply swallowing his cock as her own orgasm exploded inside her. He fucked her mouth as she came, his own climax not far behind.
He took a deep breath to steady himself, cuddling her head against him. Mac’s face twisted in pain as he struggled to will his cock soft.
“You okay there, slave?” Sully asked.
Mac glared but didn’t reply.
Sully smiled. “Go take a cold shower. And stay locked up.”
Muttering under his breath, Mac helped Clarisse stand and went to take his cold shower. Sully lightly swatted her ass. “Go clean up, and then get dinner started.”
“You’re going to torture him all night?”
Sully winked. “Until bedtime, but don’t tell him that.”
By the end of the second month, Clarisse knew without a doubt that she was deeply in love with both men. They’d taken her to two more play parties where both men topped her. They had two private parties at the house as well. In addition to the slave aspect of her relationship with them, they made sure to spend plenty of time as a
“normal” family.
If Tad suspected there was more going on between the three, he didn’t let on.
Sometimes Sully went out on the boat with them, sometimes he didn’t, depending on his work schedule. When Sully traveled out of town and they needed someone to watch Bart, the facility where Uncle Tad lived let him dogsit, much to her uncle’s delight. The other residents enjoyed it too.