Eleven.
Ethan
My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, and my hands were slick with sweat. Being near Ashlee was nerve-wracking enough, but with Mags so close, I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff. I was ready to shut down his suggestion completely until I saw the sparkle in Ashlee's eyes. She wanted this. For her, I'd try anything, even if it meant walking straight into the lion's den.
Once Ashlee was dressed, I opened the door, allowing her to walk on ahead of me. Before I could step out behind her, Mags grabbed my arm.
“Ethan, you can do this.”
I nodded. I wasn't sure whether I could, but I'd try.
My hand was splayed on Ashlee's lower back as we walked back out to the main room. If she was strong enough to marry me after everything I'd put her through, then I was strong enough to give her this.
I secured us a private room and guided us through a dimly lit corridor, my heart pounding with every step. By the time I unlocked the door, my hands were trembling with anxiety.
“Ashlee, go inside and undress,” Magnus said as I pushed it open.
She hesitated, looking up at me.
“Now,” he ordered.
When she stepped inside, Mags pulled the door shut and placed his hand on my arm. “Talk to me, pal.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered.
“Why?”
“Because I still get tense sometimes when I'm with Ash, let alone with you so close.”
“She wants us both, Ethan. You saw the light in her eyes when I suggested it, but if you can't do this-”
“I'll try,” I said. “I fucking love my wife. It’s just the thought of her ass...after what I went through. I can't-”
“Her ass is mine,” Mags said with a smirk.
“Even the thought of you taking it unsettles me. It hurts, Mags. The pain I felt... I wouldn't wish that on anyone.”
“You were forced to endure it. The difference is that Ashlee is willing. I will make it good for her, Ethan. She'll enjoy it. Trust me.”
He nodded reluctantly.
“You know, there's a part of my past I've never shared with you, the day you found me. I was drowning in PTSD. The horrors I witnessed in service... they haunted me. Discharged, I spiralled into alcoholism, ended up on the streets. My folks were gone, and my brother still served. Your family's work offered an outlet, a purpose," he confessed.
My heart clenched. "Why keep it from me?"
"You sheltered me that night, offered me a home. I couldn't bear to reveal how broken I was. Thought you deserved better than a drunk. Even when I learned about my brothers death, I masked my pain," he explained.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I pressed.
"You gave me hope, Ethan. I cut back on the bottle, found something to hold onto," he revealed.
"When I shared my demons..."
"I'd found my way by then, didn't want to dwell on the past. Until your wedding, when Ash..." His voice faltered. "She doesn't know. But we've all got ghosts. You helped me face mine. Now, let us help you with yours. For our woman," he urged, his eyes pleading.
I was left a little speechless, and I just nodded. I had no idea how, but I could try and do this.
We both entered the room finding Ashlee naked and sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms folded across her chest.
It angered me how she still tried to hide herself from us. My wife was a treasure to be desired. How could she be embarrassed or shy?
I walked up her and stared into her eyes. When I saw her swallow a lump in her throat, satisfaction soared through me. She should be nervous because I was about to show her what happens when she hides herself from us.
“Remove my belt,” I said.
She was reluctant for a moment, and then she unbuckled it, pulling it through the loops slowly. I held my hand out for it, gripping it after she placed it in my palm.
“Good girl. Now lay on your stomach.”
Her eyes widened, but she obeyed.
“What have we told you about covering your body from us?”
“Ethan-”
With a firm grip on the belt, I met her gaze, my voice low and commanding. "Never conceal your body from us. You are ours."
Gathering my resolve, I swung the belt, the leather cracking against her skin. I prayed it wouldn't be too much, my inexperience adding to the tension. As she gasped, relief flooded me, knowing I hadn't crossed the line into true pain.
“How many times do we need to tell you that you're beautiful?”
I let the leather fly again, this time drawing a cry from her lips.
“We love you, Ashlee. Be proud of your body.”
Whack.
I was almost ashamed of how hard my cock had become.
Whack.
Her skin was turning a beautiful shade of red. I slapped her one more time and then dropped my belt to the floor.
I squeezed her ass cheeks softly, feeling the heat radiate from them. “Have you learnt your lesson, Ashlee?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“No too painful?” I asked softly.
“No.”
I slid my hand between her thighs, seeking out her core. I wasn't surprised when I found her wet for me. Spankings had always made her excited before, so why would a belt be any different?
“Roll over,” I demanded.
The moment she was on her back, I covered her body, my lips crashing into hers. I groaned when our tongues collided, the pure urgency I felt resonating through the kiss.
“I fucking love you,” I growled. “My wife, I treasure every moment I get to spend with you.”
“We’ll take this easy,” Mags said softly behind me. “Undress your husband, Red.”
My heart started racing hearing Mags directing things. It wasn't in my nature to listen to others, but I wanted to please my wife.
I trusted Mags with every inch of my being.
Ashlee started unbuttoning my shirt, throwing the material to the side while kissing me hard. I was lost to her gentle caress, devouring her mouth with longing. When I drew back, she gazed into my eyes while reaching for my trousers, freeing the button and pushing them over my ass.
I stood and kicked them off, discarding everything else until I was naked.
“Lay on your back, Ethan.”
I glanced at Mags behind me finding him topless. Then I did as he asked, sitting up the bed with my head on the pillow. Ashlee crawled over my body, her touch on my chest making me stiffen for a moment. She paused, allowing me to take a deep breath to calm myself. Once I nodded, she continued, leaning over my body and kissing me softly.
“Good girl, relax for me,” Mags said, crawling up behind her.
I was aware of the sound of liquid being squirted from a bottle, but she didn’t stop kissing me.
My cock was hard and aching, being pinned to my stomach between our bodies. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to take charge and fuck her, but I didn’t.
“Relax, Red. Let me in,” he said softly.
She released a drawn out breath against my lips.
“Mags,” I murmured.
“Has anyone ever breached this ass before?”
“No,” she moaned.
My stomach was beginning to churn. It wasn't right.
No. She couldn't experience what I did.
“Mags,” I said louder, my voice weak.
I jerked when Ashlee's palm landed on my chest.
She was hurting.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered the blood. He made me bleed. The pain.
“No.”
“Tell Ethan you're okay, Red. He needs reassurance about this,” Mags said softly.
“It's okay,” Ashlee said softly.
I opened and met her gaze. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want this.”
“But the pain...”
“There’s good pain and bad pain. This is good pain,” she said softly.
“I’ll make it real good for her, I promise,” Mags added.
I took a deep breath and nodded. As long a she was okay.
I trusted Mags.
I felt Ashlee shudder slightly and Mags growled something incoherent. “No wonder you feel tight. This is going to sting to begin with, princess, but then it'll feel good. Surrender your body to us. Relax and let me in, okay?”
“I'm yours,” she whispered. “Please.”
I seized her head, drawing her into a passionate kiss. She was my everything, and I was grateful Mags could provide her with this pleasure. My past trauma left me unable to go near her like that. The violation of my own boundaries had scarred me deeply. Yet, as I watched Mags take her, I prayed I had the strength to bear witness to it.
“Take his cock, Red,” Mags said.
Ashlee shuffled up my body, positioning herself over my cock. I released a groan as she lined herself up and sunk down, her heat surrounding me in the best possible way.
“Ashlee,” I said breathlessly as she started riding me.
My head tipped back against the pillow as pure bliss radiated through my body. I mean, fuck, every stroke of my cock was like heaven. I could die buried in her pussy and be a happy man.
“Hold still for a moment,” Mags said. “And relax yourself.”
I stiffened as I felt his knee brush against mine.
“Do you want this, baby?” I asked again.
The pain I experienced raced through my mind again. How could she go through that?
“Trust me,” Mags said.
“Ash?” I needed her to say it again.
“Yes, please,” she said.
I took a deep breath, and then I felt him slowly pushing into her. Her pussy tightened around my cock with only a thin wall separating us, and then I felt him in her.
She groaned as he filled her, her eyes closing in bliss.
Good pain.
“Good girl, that's it, I’m in.”
I took a few more deep breaths, forcing my body to relax. My girl wanted this and she didn’t appear to be in any discomfort. Her eyes opened and they had diluted with even more need.
“Follow my lead, Ethan,” Mags mumbled.
I felt him starting to stroke her, the pressure around my cock quickly overwhelming any other thought I was having. I started moving my own hips, holding her in place.
Fucking Jesus Christ, did this feel even better than usual. Everything was so much tighter.
I released a primal groan, my fingertips curling into her flesh and most likely bruising her, but I didn’t care right now. Her lips were parted in pleasure, and Magnus's groans joined my own.
We got into a rhythm as we pushed Ashlee to oblivion, but I wasn't going to last long at this rate. My balls were already tightening, her soft gasps and moans only edging me closer.
“Come, baby,” I groaned. “Come for us.”
Mags brought his hand around her body to rub her clit, and I shocked myself by not even flinching at the contact of his hand brushing against me. I was far too lost to care by this point. I was lost to this woman. What was left of my soul was leaving my body.
I was close to blowing my load when she began spasming around me, a loud guttural groan leaving me.
“Fucking hell, Red,” Mags growled.
Ashlee screamed as her orgasm exploded, and I closed my eyes as she milked my cock of everything I had to offer.
“Fuck,” I panted. I don’t think I had ever come this hard in my life, my head feeling light from the intensity.
Mags lifted her off me but leaving her leaning over my body, thrusting into her harder as he chased his own release. It didn’t take long before he groaned, spilling himself into her ass.
When he released Ashlee, she collapsed onto my chest, my arms automatically wrapping around her. Mags fell onto my other side panting.
“Now that wasn't so bad, was it?” He smirked at me.
I chuckled. “That felt amazing.”
“I think you've broken me,” Ashlee mumbled into my shoulder.
I chuckled, holding her tighter against me. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Rest for a little while, and then we'll take you home.”
We laid in silence for a little while, and then Ashlee's breathing evened out as she fell to sleep.
“Mags, thank you,” I whispered.
“I knew you could do it, Ethan.”
I released a long breath. “You know, if you ever want to talk about your past, I'll always be here to listen. Both of us will.”
“I know,” he mumbled. “I'm sorry I never told you.”
“It’s okay, Mags. I know better than anyone about how hard it is to share your demons.”
He glanced at Ashlee laying on my chest. “I want to tell her, but I don’t know how.”
“Just do it. I told her the details about me and I'm glad I did. She's a great listener and she cares. It's like a weight being lifted.”
“I know, but it’s just been so long. I will. I love her.”
“So do I,” I whispered. “It’s going to be the three of us forever, you know that right?” I couldn’t imagine my life without either of them.
I turned my head and met his hopeful eyes. “I hope so, Ethan. You're the only family I have. I love you both.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded. I loved them both as well.