Chapter 13
Mason
Leaving Violet behind with Brody and Heath awakens feelings I can’t quite parse. My daughter is grown—I’ve known this for a long time. But to see her in the arms of my kinky friends? It will take some getting used to.
Having breakfast together reassured me of their intentions, though. They truly seem to dote on her.
Mikayla is quiet as we walk to my car. The ring at the front of her collar glints in the late morning glare. Brody and Heath both took note of the collar and I could see the questions in their eyes, but this collar has nothing to do with me. Her boyfriend put it there, marking her as his.
I open the door for her and stare at the passenger seat. A wet spot stains the leather.
Either she was turned on as we rode up here, or her boyfriend’s come leaked out of her the whole way.
My bet is on the latter. I interrupted Jonah and Mikayla having sex when I came over to look for Violet, so this isn’t a huge leap of logic.
But what if she was also turned on?
She sees me staring at the stain. A pink blush overtakes her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Clark—I—”
She stops, unable to continue.
I fucking love it when she calls me Mr. Clark. I used to tell her to call me by my first name, but when she never took to it, I gave up. I’m glad, now.
“You have an excuse?” I stare down at her, noticing her pert little tits with the nipples hard, poking against the fabric of her dress. “I’m waiting.”
She shakes her head. “I’ll pay for a cleaning.”
She’ll do no such thing. I want that mark there.
“Is it your arousal, or Jonah’s come?” I gesture toward the stain. “Or is it both?”
Her cheeks turn a deeper pink. “Both. I think.”
“Get in. We’ll have a conversation on the way home.”
* * *
Violet
One year later…
Christmas morning at the cabin. This time, there’s only a light dusting of snow.
No storm. The power never went out. We have a tree with a handful of ornaments, little baubles we’ve gathered to commemorate milestones.
Tiny cameras I picked out for the guys. A plastic ornament that is supposed to be a Christmas tree but looks more like a ribbed dildo—that was Brody’s find.
Actual nipple clamps hooked to the branches—those were Heath’s contribution.
Now, Brody lies on the floor and I straddle him, sliding back and forth on his erect cock.
“Don’t tease me, angel,” he warns.
“Oh, all right.” Grinning at him, I grip his base and hold him in place while I slide all the way down. As always, he fills me fully and perfectly. My body was made to accommodate their cocks, to take pleasure from them. And their bodies were made for me.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Heath kneels nearby, hand on his own cock while he gazes at us. “It just needs one final touch.”
He reaches for the clamps on the tree. I whimper with equal parts excitement and fear.
Brody leans up and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He licks and sucks, scrapes his teeth over the hard peak, getting me ready for the clamp.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
Heath’s voice is rough, and his breath tickles my shoulder. “You like what Daddy Brody is doing to you, angel?”
My eyes flutter shut so I can focus on the sensations. “Yes, Daddies. I love it.”
That’s one of our favorite games, where they’re my big, adoring Daddy doms, and I’m their sweet little girl.
Heath affixes both clamps. I inhale at the sharp pain, but it’s already transforming to pleasure. My clit throbs with it.
“I hope you love what I’m about to do to you.
” Heath pats my ass, then drips lube over my crack.
He spreads it around, pressing his fingers inside, making sure I’m ready for him.
He loves taking me hard, and it’s sweet how he does the extra work to prepare me.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little hole.
Can’t wait to watch you writhe while I slam into you. ”
I shake my hips back and forth, hoping to tempt him.
The movement causes Brody to groan and grip my waist. “Babe, you’re killing me.”
Heath gently presses my back so that I’m lying flat against Brody. My nipples rub over his chest as Brody moves in slow, easy strokes. The clamps hurt and feel good and all of my pain and pleasure nerves are contorting into a heady, delicious mix.
“Get ready, little angel.” Heath presses his tip against my asshole. “Take some deep breaths and push out a little for me.”
I do as he asks. Soon, the impossible thickness of him presses inside.
Brody reaches up to cup my cheek. “Breathe, angel. Your daddies are taking good care of you.”
I nod and focus on taking deep breaths. It’s so tight, both of them inside me like this. I can’t even move.
Brody pulls out a little ways, then pushes back in. Heath does the same. I hold still, trusting them to find a rhythm that works for all of us. They always do.
“Fuck, feels so good.” Brody pulls on my ass, spreading me for Heath. “You’re perfect, Violet. The perfect girl for us.”
It doesn’t take long before Heath’s slow intrusion turns fast. The force of his thrusts presses me into Brody, my clit rubbing over Brody’s base on every downstroke.
My muscles tighten, my body shakes. The movement of my breasts jars the clamps on my nipples, and more hot spikes of pleasure shoot to my clit. I’m close, so close to an orgasm.
“Coming soon, little girl?” Heath slams in again, harder than before. “Going to come on your daddies’ cocks?”
“Yes!” I cry. “Please!”
With slapping thrusts, our bodies rock together, chasing the ultimate pleasure.
“Come now, angel.” Brody lifts his head and kisses me, his tongue twining with mine.
I can’t help but obey. Sweet, tender pleasure explodes, overtaking every cell. I have no knowledge, no language, no instincts but to be here in this moment with these men I love.
Brody comes with a shout, Heath with a grunt. They remain where they are, coating my insides with their release. It takes us a long, long moment to catch our breath.
“Remember the first time we did this?” Heath leans forward, his chest against my back. He kisses my shoulder blades, my spine, before easing out of me. “It was Brody behind you, then.”
“With the plug,” I say. “My first time with it.”
Brody looks up at me and smiles, his easy grin one of the most beautiful sights in the world. “Since then, we’ve tried every toy in those bags you brought.”
They have been my ultimate partners in adventure.
No suggestion was too taboo, too random, too weird.
It probably helps that my particular desires are considered fairly tame in the lifestyle.
I never felt ashamed for bringing up ideas like role-playing, bondage, impact play, scenarios where they chase me, scenes where I pretend to be a shy, inexperienced virgin, and so on.
We’ve approached each new experience like a fun experiment.
We’ve found things we love, things we like okay, and things we probably won’t try again.
We’ve also found love. So, so much love.
The guys carefully remove my clamps. They clean me up and we dress in our matching Christmas pajamas—fuzzy sets printed with snowflakes and reindeer.
Heath goes to the kitchen and comes out a few moments later with a tray of hot cocoa.
He exchanges a look with Brody. Once again, they’re doing their wordless communication—talking without talking.
“What are you guys thinking?” I cock my head. “I’m missing something.”
“Well, you know how we’ve tried out all the toys,” Heath begins. “But not quite every single one.”
I frown. How could we have missed one?
“There’s one more toy to try,” Brody says. “It’s under the tree.”
I eye the small box, my curiosity piqued. “We said no gifts this year. We’re saving for a vacation this summer.”
We agreed on Iceland. I’ve always wanted to visit, and the guys want to take photos of as many waterfalls as possible.
“Humor us?” Heath asks. “We really wanted to get this for you.”
I let out a little huff of frustration and grumble, “I would’ve gotten gifts for the two of you if I’d known.”
“Don’t worry about that, angel. Please. Open your gift.” Brody hands me the box.
I wonder, fleetingly, if this is another flash drive full of pictures. But they said it’s a toy, so probably not.
The wrapping is red fabric, the bow tied with a gold ribbon. I untie the ribbon and I’m looking at what is unmistakably a jewelry box. Nipple clamps? No, we’ve done that. A clit clamp? I shudder—that’s one toy I haven’t tried, but I really don’t want to.
Telling myself to be brave, that they’ve never forced me to use any toys I wasn’t excited about, I flip open the lid.
It isn’t a clamp of any kind—it’s a ring. An absolutely stunning one. The setting holds a pink gem in the middle, with two purple gems on either side. The symbolism doesn’t escape me; the gems represent the three of us. I force myself to focus on the guys because they start talking.
“We want to marry you, Violet.” Heath takes my hand in his.
Brody plucks the ring out of the box and holds it up. “Please say yes. We want to spend the rest of our lives with you, kinkily ever after.”
There is no inner debate. I know with certainty. This is love.
“Yes.” I throw my arms around both of them, crushing them together and against me. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll marry you both. I love you so much.”
Brody fits the ring on my finger. Heath kisses it, then Brody does, and then they both kiss me.
Together forever, no matter what, in our kinky little fairytale.