Ben had made love with a smile and sweet heat, but Chase would be different.
“I love this. When you’re ready, I want your nipples pierced. I want to pick out the rings, and Ben and I will select some chains to run through them. Some will be for decoration, to show off those beautiful breasts, but others will be there to pull and tug and connect your nipples to this little jewel.”
“Yes, Sir.” The idea of pleasing him was arousing. Still. “You say you want to own me. What about you, Chase? You know I have problems with possession but only when it’s one-sided.”
His lips curled up. “I’ve never said I love you to another woman in my life. Not even my mother, sweetness. She thought outward affection was for the lower classes. So know this, I belong to you. If you walk away tomorrow, I’ll still belong to you. I’m yours, Natalie. I love you so much.”
Hers. Her lover, boyfriend, Dom when she was ready. Her husband one day. Tears filled her eyes again. “I mean to marry you, Dawson. You should know that now so you can run if you want to. I know you have society stuff, and I’m not exactly a debutante.”
He loomed over her, his broad shoulders blocking the light. “If I ever hear you say a bad thing about yourself, you won’t enjoy the spanking I give you. Your breasts aren’t small. They’re perfect. Your ass is the most gorgeous, fuckable thing I’ve ever seen. And the only goddamn society I want is you. I left that life a long time ago. None of my brothers stayed in high society because it was rotten. BDSM is our lifestyle. These are our people and you fit in perfectly, my sweetness. Are we understood?”
No bad-mouthing herself. Check. She was a BDSM princess. Check. She was so fucking in love with him. “Got it, Sir Dawson.”
“And we’re getting married as soon as possible. You’re going to have to quit the spa. You’re coming back to Dallas with me and Ben. Is that understood?”
Such a bossy Sir. “Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck, Nat. You make me crazy.” He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs further. “And this desk is the perfect height. We skipped dinner. I’m awfully hungry.”
Pure pleasure swept across her as he leaned over and licked at her pussy, a long, slow swipe of his tongue. “Chase, that feels so good.”
“I knew you would be sweet.” He rubbed his nose between her labial lips as though he wanted to coat himself in her. “I love your taste and your smell and how fucking soft you are.”
His tongue delved deep, fucking into her cunt over and over before coming up to play with her piercing. He lashed at it while his fingers started to work their way inside. Nat couldn’t breathe. Her every sense was focused on the man playing her like a finely tuned instrument. How much better would it be when he wrapped her in silk rope and positioned her just the way he wanted her? She wouldn’t have to hold herself so still because he would make it easy for her. She would be his to fuck and pleasure and love and treasure. Any way he and his brother wanted her.
She would be safe because he and Ben wouldn’t hurt her. She could be herself again because somehow, someway she’d found two champions.
Chase sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue playing over the piercing over and over again as his fingers found the magic place deep inside her and Nat exploded. The orgasm thrummed through her, making her shake.
She was still fully in its hold when Chase stood and lifted her up. Her arms went around his neck. She loved how delicate she felt when one of them picked her up and hauled her close. She could be perfectly happy being carried around by one of them for the rest of her life. She’d never really liked the ground anyway. But she would like the bed upstairs. Nat was ready to settle in with Chase and hoped Ben got through with his work in record time.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“What?” Even as she asked the question, her legs worked their way around his waist, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass as he pushed her up.
“No time for bed. And I know you like to be picked up, sweetness. Let’s see how you like to be fucked.”
With flawless accuracy, his cock sunk home.
Nat gasped, all the air in her lungs fleeing. He was so big. He braced her with his hands on her ass, holding her while his cock foraged deep. He thrust up, working his dick in inch by delicious inch. Gravity pulled her down, impaling her on that monster cock. She held on, tightening her arms around his neck. Her nipples brushed his perfectly cut chest, nestling against him.
His lips found hers as he moved her up and down, the muscles in his arms working.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetness. Take me. Take me.” His eyes held hers.
He wasn’t talking about his cock. He was talking about Chase Dawson, the good, the bad, the weird, the amazing. He was asking her to take him forever.
“Yes. Take me, Chase. Take me.”
“Always.” He pulled her down, shoving his cock balls deep. “You’re my sweetness.”
His hips flexed as his hands moved, his cock fucking in and pulling out. The whole process had started again, her clitoris banging against his pelvis, lighting up. She started climbing again, every thrust taking her closer to the edge.
“God, that’s so fucking hot.” Ben walked in the room, his presence heightening her every nerve.
Chase chuckled. “You couldn’t wait, could you?”
Ben stood right beside them, fully dressed. His eyes trailed down, looking at her breasts, at the place where Chase’s cock disappeared into her body.
“You watched me fuck her the first time. I get to watch, too. God, she’s beautiful. And you’re a fucking show-off. Make her come.”
Chase smiled at his brother, looking happy and decadent. “I’ll make her come.”
He doubled his efforts, grinding on her. He swiveled his hips, and she went over the edge again.
Chase followed her, grunting, a sexy sound coming from his chest. He groaned as he held her, pumping cum deep inside her body.
She slumped over, still holding on to him.
“Oh, don’t think you’re done, yet.” Ben’s hands went under her, hauling her body off his brother’s. She looked up at him. His face was as hard as granite. “You’ve just started, Cotton Candy.”
She was in for a long night.
Ben carried her up the stairs, well aware that Chase was following behind. “You know what we need?”
“I think I can handle it, brother.” Chase sounded more relaxed than he had in years, maybe ever.
“Good because I want to prepare her.” To take them both. He wanted to get her in between them. He wanted to know without a doubt that she belonged to them. Of course, he was pretty sure some things had been ironed out between Chase and Natalie since Chase had been missing a very crucial piece of equipment. “And what’s with the bareback?”
He could hear the smile on Chase’s face. “We’re getting married, and we’re not getting any younger.”
Natalie shook her head. “Oh, god, I’m going to incubate Dawsons. That can’t be good for the world.”
She didn’t sound too upset. Babies. They would have babies with Natalie. A sense of peace settled over him. This was right. They still had a million things to work out, but they would do it.
He took the stairs two at a time, well aware that he’d just watched Chase fuck their woman standing upright and showing off just how strong he was. Ben was strong, too. He had a definite need to bench-press Natalie, but she might catch on that he was competing.
He kicked the playroom door open.
He set her on her feet. Her skin was flushed from the fucking she’d taken from Chase. She’d never looked so sexy to him. “Undress me.”
He wanted to feel her hands on his body. The first time had been so hurried. She’d been shy, barely moving the clothes aside to get the job done. The last several days had been spent getting her comfortable with nudity again and D/s play, but there had always been a disconnect between her body and her brain. He’d been able to tell by the awkwardness of her movements, the constant anxiety. There was none of that now. Her hands smoothed their way down his shirt with the surety of a woman who knew she was wanted. Beloved. God, he loved her.