He knew damn well that wasn’t true because he could smell her arousal from where he sat. It wafted over him, doing all sorts of things to get his cock ready for another round. But this was a fun little game, and he intended to play it out. The spanking bench that elevated her ass also put her pretty pussy on display. He got up and joined Ben, who was staring at the sweet sight.
“She doesn’t like it at all,” Ben said, a grin on his face.
“No, I can tell it does nothing for her.”
Natalie was practically vibrating. She whimpered a little, pulling against her bonds. “Please. You know I like it. Someone touch me.”
“That sounded like a demand. What happens to demanding subs?” Chase asked.
Three more smacks were laid on her upturned ass. Chase watched as Natalie’s pussy grew moist and creamy, begging for attention.
“Ask nicely, sweetheart,” Ben said, his fingertips tracing the pink marks on her skin.
She didn’t hesitate. Her voice went to that sweet little singsong that Chase was starting to understand was her adorable-brat manipulative voice. “Please touch me, Sir. Please. I feel so lonely.”
Yep. She was going to be able to easily manipulate him whenever she wanted. He knew damn well what she was doing and still his hand moved as though he was utterly incapable of denying her request even for a moment. His fingers found the soft, wet flesh of her pussy, and he couldn’t help but delve inside.
She was so fucking soft, the petals of her sex beyond moist. The cream of her arousal scented the air, the musk nearly driving him crazy, but he was determined to keep his control because he had a point to prove. Natalie had become the center of his world. He was going to let her know that she was the most important thing to him. Past himself. Past Ben. Natalie was everything.
He played in her labia, parting the petal and forming lightly teasing patterns that brought out those sweet gasps and moans from his Natalie’s lips. She was still, not pulling at her bonds, but her pussy clenched around his fingers. God, she would feel so good on his cock when he and Ben were both deep inside her.
He let his thumb find the jewel that lay against her clit. Such a useful little piece of hardware. She was wriggling against him in less than thirty seconds, her every muscle straining toward the orgasm he could give her.
And he was still a bastard Dom, so he pulled his hand away.
“Damn it.”
“Benjamin.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
God, he loved the way she gasped. Her whole body tightened as she swore under her breath. He thought about punishing her again, but he had other things to do.
“Sweetness, you’re going to get your reward, but I have to prepare you first.” Chase picked up the plug. Ben moved to the side, placing his hands on either side of her beautifully built ass and parting the cheeks. Sometimes it was awesome to have another human being who could read his mind.
Chase sighed as he looked at the perky little rosette he fully intended to fuck before the night was through.
Ben was staring, too, a wicked look on his brother’s face that he was sure mirrored his own. And he seemed to know what he needed. He reached out and grabbed the lube, handing it to Chase.
Yes, that was exactly what the situation called for. He took the tube, opened it, and dribbled it out on that rosy orifice. He smiled, his cock tightening as Natalie’s rosette clenched. She thought she could keep him out? No way. No how.
“You’re going to open up for me, beauty.” He pressed his middle finger right on that gorgeous asshole, making little circles, deeply enjoying every little clench and gasp he drew out of Natalie.
He dribbled more lube and replaced his finger with the plug.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His brother pulled Natalie’s cheeks further apart. “I love how pretty your asshole is, sweetheart.”
Her whole body moved with her chuckle. “That is a phrase I didn’t expect to hear. In my whole life. God, Dawson, you’re killing me.”
He wasn’t. He was bringing her back to life, and it made his whole fucking world turn into vivid, vibrant colors.
He pressed the plug to her asshole, sinking it in just a bit before the muscles tried to shove him out. It wouldn’t work. He meant to have her. He wouldn’t be locked out.
Natalie whimpered, a sound that made him stand up straighter. “Please.”
Yes, please. He would please them all. He rotated the plug, pushing it into her hole while he circled the rosette. In and out. He pressed in and pulled out, gaining ground with each endeavor. Despite the fact that she was tied down, Natalie began to match his rhythm, her hips pulling and pressing against him, trying to take the plug deeper. She flattened her back.
His sweetness wasn’t a tourist. She knew what to do, and it just made him fucking want her more. She’d been born for him, built to take him, raised to seek him out, molded to love him. When he met her freaking parents, he intended to hug them. And he wasn’t a huggy guy. He was the guy who didn’t want to know anyone because people required maintenance, and he didn’t like to have to work that hard, but he would for her. For her family, because they would be his, too.
He pushed the plug in, forcing it past the ring of her anus. She flowered open for him, taking the plug beautifully. Beside him, his brother sighed.
“That is so fucking gorgeous.” Ben stared at the plug before picking up the vibrator he’d retrieved earlier. Long and well formed, with a rabbit head, it was designed to reward a good little submissive. “I think she deserves a treat.”
Natalie sighed, a sound of pure contentment as though she’d guessed exactly what her reward would be.
“Give it to her.”
Ben lubed up the vibe and placed it right at the soft, wet entrance to her cunt. Natalie’s backside wriggled just a little as Ben flicked the switch and the thick plastic cock began to hum.
“Oh, oh. That feels so good.” Her voice was shaky, her body already moving toward orgasm. He could tell by the flush of her skin, the way her eyes fluttered closed. “I’m so full.”
Ben worked the vibe back and forth while Chase got back on one knee. He loved watching her come. Watching her come while bound by his ropes was a thing of beauty.
“Open those eyes. Look at me while he finishes you off.”
Her eyes came obediently open. She turned her face up slightly so he could see her. Fuck, she was beautiful. He couldn’t help himself. He kissed the curve of her cheek, nuzzled their noses together, and drank in the sound of her as she went over the edge. Those little moans and gasps of pleasure were music to his ears.
“Let’s untie her and get her on the bed, brother.” Ben pulled the vibrator out.
He needed this night to be pure pleasure because tomorrow he had to tell her that somehow her best friend was involved in all of this. The picture of Gretchen Hanover was stuck in his memory. She’d tried to hide her features, but Chase knew it was her in the picture with Stanley Kirkman. Gretchen knew him, and from the way the Furniture King’s hand had curled around her hip, likely intimately. What was she hiding? Why was she working in a strip club? Why did she hate Natalie? He could only hope that the betrayal didn’t send Natalie back into her shell.
Yes, he would deal with Gretchen tomorrow.
“Chase?” Natalie looked up at him even as Ben was unwinding the ropes on her feet.
He cleared his features and his brain. Tomorrow was soon enough to wreck her world. Tonight he needed to build a base with her that wouldn’t be toppled. He would shield and protect her as much as he could. He turned his whole brain to the very nice problem of how to make Natalie come as much as possible in a single evening.