She took her time with each button, undoing it and carefully pushing back the shirt to reveal his chest.
“You’re a tease, sweetheart. You know what little teases get?”
Those bee-stung lips tugged up. “I can only imagine, Sir. I would suspect they get punished, though Chase’s punishment wasn’t so bad. I think in Chase’s mind, little teases get big cocks. Do you have a big cock, Sir?”
Oh, that was what he wanted.
“I knew there was a dirty girl under all that angst, sweetness.” Chase stopped to kiss her. “Finish up with little brother. We have some more play to do. And this time, you little tease, you’re going to get two big cocks.”
She shuddered and obviously not in revulsion. Nat unbuttoned the final button on his shirt and drew it off his shoulders. “I understand, Sir. I think I can handle that.”
After folding his shirt neatly, she came back and started working on the fly of his slacks. His cock was already at full attention, straining. Watching Nat and Chase together had him aching, but he wasn’t going to throw down. Not without his brother, and he had a few points to make. Nat had him forgetting everything though when she leaned over and ran her tongue piercing over his nipple.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. She felt so good. Her hands delved inside his slacks and past his boxers, cupping his cock and balls. Her tongue lit up his chest, the metal nub of the piercing rubbing his nipple, sensitizing it.
“Way to top her, brother.” Chase stood watching, a frown on his face. “Natalie, finish the job. You’re racking up the punishment points.”
Ben groaned. Damn it. “It’s easy for you to play the big bad Dom. You already came.”
A slow grin crossed Chase’s face. “Yes, and I would like to come again. On your knees, Cotton Candy. Get Ben undressed and then find your position.”
Chase was such a hard-ass, but there was no way to miss how Natalie’s nipples peaked when Chase used his Dom voice on her. She really did need a strong top to truly enjoy sex. There was a filthy, gorgeous, loving woman inside Natalie, and the gates were finally coming down.
Still, she’d been holding his cock, her small hands stroking him, preparing him. He kind of wished his brother had taken a little longer gathering supplies.
Natalie simply smiled up at him, winking to let him know she didn’t mind Chase’s orders. She tugged his slacks down, hauling the boxers along. His cock was loose, bouncing right in front of where he wanted it to be, her mouth and that glorious tongue piercing.
But Natalie was playing the obedient sub. She folded his slacks and placed them alongside his shirt.
Chase stood beside him, placing a tube of lube on the table next to them. God, his cock jumped at the thought of what they would do with that lube and the medium-sized plug in Chase’s other hand.
Natalie fell to her knees, spreading them wide with perfect grace. The days of retraining seemed to have had the intended effect. She’d fallen back into patterns that used to give her great comfort. Her spine was perfectly straight, but there was a relaxed set to her shoulders that marked her ease with the current situation.
Chase sighed, his pleasure in her shared between them. Ben could so often feel when his brother was brooding, but this new satisfaction was different. It brought about his own. Something deep had settled in his brother, and the connection between them was fluid and easy now. “Beautiful, sweetness. Play with Ben until I get back.”
Thank god. He knew exactly how he wanted to play with his little bit of sugar. He took his cock in hand. “Suck me, baby.”
Her head came up slowly, hands still on her thighs, palms up. “If that is what Sir wants.”
She leaned over and licked the head, the cool metal of the piercing delving slightly into the slit of his cockhead.
Ben groaned, his hand finding her hair. “Fuck, that feels good. Do it again.”
“This?” His little pink-haired vixen licked the head again, this time sucking on him lightly like he was a sweet treat she’d been offered.
“Oh, yeah.” His vision blurred slightly at the feel. She gave the best fucking head of his life. And she really was a tease. Her tongue ran across his dick like a little butterfly, darting here and there, landing only to take off again. Every lash felt like heaven, and then she was off again, back at the head and starting over.
She was going to kill him. Chase was right. The girl needed a firm hand or she would walk all over them.
“Cup my balls, Natalie.”
Her right hand cupped him, rolling the heavy balls in her hand, soft, playful skin surrounding him as she whirled her tongue across the stalk of his cock. He sank his fingers in that satiny hair of hers, tugging lightly.
“More.”
She pulled him into her mouth, sucking him in an inch at a time. Her lips parted, jaw opening to take him deep. She was so small, but he was determined. Gently he fucked in and out, giving her time to breathe, time to adjust.
“That’s a pretty sight.” Chase was back, a washcloth in hand. “I’m going to clean you up a little, sweetness. You take everything Ben has to give you. You swallow him down. Don’t miss a drop.”
There was something nasty and decadent about his brother cleaning up the evidence of his own possession from their woman’s pussy even as Ben was about to put his mark on her. Natalie was going to be full of them tonight. Full of their cocks, their cum, their love. She was theirs, and they would never let her forget what that meant. It meant they would love her and protect her and take her every way they possibly could.
Chase knelt at her side, the hand holding the washcloth disappearing between her legs. “That’s right, sweetness. Let me get you clean before I dirty you up again. You’re so gorgeous with a cock in your mouth. We can call you the sub all we like, but we know who’s going to call the shots. You have all the power, Natalie. Don’t ever forget it.”
With each word and move of Chase’s hands, Natalie picked up the pace as though what he was saying gave her power. And it did. She grew bolder. This was what Natalie needed. She needed to take back what had been stolen. They could do that for her. They could give her that gift, and it would be nothing compared to the gift she’d given them. Peace. Harmony. Love.
Ben tightened his hands, forcing his cock further in, the tingle of orgasm starting to take over as a shiver at the base of his spine. But he held off, taking up his brother’s words. “You’re our everything, baby. This is fucking precious to us. We need you and not because we need some woman to kiss our feet. We need Natalie Buchanan to love us. Oh, god, take me. Take all of me.”
He started to come, semen bursting from his body, jetting out in a long, pleasurable wave. He dragged air into his lungs as Natalie swallowed down everything his body had given her. She didn’t stop there. She gently licked his cock as though she couldn’t stand to miss a drop, cleaning him in the sweetest way possible.
“I will never get used to the way your minds work. I swear sometimes you can read each other’s thoughts. It’s a little scary for a girl,” Natalie said, sitting back on her heels. There was a look of deep satisfaction in her eyes. Even as she licked her lips, Ben felt his cock jerk a little.
Damn, he would never stop wanting her. He stroked her hair, his heart rate just beginning to slow down. Chase glanced up at him, a silent statement that it was his turn again.