Chapter 17
MADISON
My face feels like it’s on fire. When embarrassed and in doubt? Deny, deny, deny. “I don’t think so? That vibrator looks unfamiliar to me. I’ve never seen it before in my life.”
“And I’ve never seen a sexier little liar,” Seth says. “Goddamn, little girl, I can’t wait to spank your ass red.”
“Nooo,” I whine as he lifts me into his arms. “I’m not lying. I don’t know how that vibrator got down there.”
“Really?” Damiano grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. Seth has to shift in place to allow the fabric to move freely. Damiano leans forward, inspecting my pussy. “I think that vibrator was down here. Between your sweet thighs. Teasing your pink cunt.”
Clearing my throat, I decide to change the subject. “So, um, didn’t you guys pick up dinner? Thai food? Gee, I sure am hungry.”
Both men laugh.
“Nice try,” Damiano says. “There will be plenty of opportunity for dinner later.”
“But it’ll get cold,” I protest.
“Just how far are you willing to go, to avoid your punishment for lying?” Seth asks.
I don’t even have to think about it. “I’ll do anything.”
“Spoken like a true brat.” He sits on the edge of our bed and reaches for me. “Get over here, little brat, and take your spanking.”
I bite back my smile and try to adopt a properly repentant expression.
“She is not sorry,” Damiano says.
Seth cups my cheek, his touch deceptively tender as he says, “She will be soon.”
Oh, crap. This is gonna hurt.
He helps me into position over his lap. My ass sticks out, and my head dangles down, my hair touching the rug. Seth and Damiano work together to tug up my skirt and pull my panties all the way down. This position is so vulnerable and exposed, I shiver.
“You are marvelous, Madison.” Damiano’s voice is warm with approval.
A happy, light feeling spreads through my chest, even as Seth’s palm comes down hard on my right ass cheek.
I yelp. The shock and pain soon fade, though, and delicious heat spreads through my bottom.
“Fuck, I love spanking your ass.” Seth brings down another swat. “Have I told you that lately?”
“Just last week,” I grumble, “the last time you spanked me.”
He chuckles and spanks me again. “Good. I don’t want you to forget.”
I lift my head, wanting to see Damiano’s reaction. The outline of his length is very visible through his pants. Seeing me looking, he unfastens his pants and pulls out his cock, stroking it in front of me.
Meanwhile, Seth’s cock presses hard into my stomach—I love that this turns them on as much as it does me.
Liquid gathers between my thighs, slippery and warm. If only Seth would spread my legs a little and reach in. I’d probably come from the first glancing touch of his fingertip over my clit. I’m so ready, and it would feel so fucking good.
“All done, little girl.” Seth lifts me upright and tugs my underwear back into place.
My bruised bottom burns as he helps me slide into a sitting position. “Ow, ow, ow,” I complain.
I’m also confused. Usually a spanking like that is followed by some truly excellent fucking. But they aren’t doing anything to relieve the palpable lust in the room. In fact, Damiano is putting his cock away, which…no. That shouldn’t be allowed. It’s play time, not put-cocks-away time.
“Is everything all right, bella?” Damiano asks sweetly.
“Yeah. Uh, sure. I just thought…” I trail off. I don’t mind sounding eager or being vulnerable with them, but at the same time, what game are they playing? “Are you guys hungry?”
“A little,” Damiano says, “but my hunger isn’t pressing. Are you hungry?”
I’m hungry for your come, I think, but I don’t say it out loud. “A little.”
“Well, we could eat dinner now, or we could give you your present.” Seth kneels down on the floor in front of me.
I suck in a breath of surprise. What is he doing, kneeling like that, with his eyes going all shiny? He looks emotional.
Damiano quickly joins him, a similar expression of adoration and nervousness on his face. “We want you in our lives forever.”
“Are you—are you proposing?” I whisper.
“Yes.” Seth smiles. “But in our own, kinky sort of way.”
I laugh through the tears filling my eyes. “Of course it’s in your own kinky way.”
We’ve talked about marriage, about what that would look like for three of us.
California has new laws allowing poly marriages, and while we don’t need a piece of paper to make our love official, we would like to commit to each other in front of our closest friends.
The legal protections are also in our minds—if one of us is in the hospital, we want the other two to be there for that person, and not be excluded from making important decisions.
“So,” I joke, “are you proposing with a diamond butt plug?”
The men exchange a look before laughing.
Seth shakes his head. “Don’t tempt us, little girl.”
Damiano takes a long, narrow box from his jacket pocket. It definitely isn’t a butt plug. He and Seth hold it together, offering it to me.
I open the box. Inside is a thin, white-gold necklace with three circular charms strung on the chain. One of the charms has a D engraved on it, one has an S, and the other has an M.
“It is a collar,” Damiano says. “The charms represent the three of us. We would be honored if you would wear it.”
It’s hard to speak past the lump of emotion in my throat, but I choke out the words, “I would love to.”
“May I?” Seth asks, reaching for the collar.
I nod. “Please, Sir.”
His fingers are warm as he slides them over my skin. The touch is chaste, yet somehow seems to ignite every single nerve ending. Cool metal rests against my neck. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation before opening them once more to look at my men. They want me—they both want me—forever.
DAMIANO
Madison looks unbelievably beautiful, in her casual skirt and top, with our collar around her neck. My chest tightens with emotions I never thought I could feel after my time in prison and my ex-wife betrayed me. But now…our beautiful Madison has helped me become my better self.
“Take off your clothes,” I say. “Now, we will fuck you while you wear nothing but our collar.”
She removes her blouse first, and then her skirt. Now she stands in those sexy-sweet panties and bra that I bought her from the lingerie store.
“Everything,” Seth says. “Leave only the collar.”
She unsnaps her bra and lets it fall down her arms. Then she eases down her panties. My mouth waters at the sight of her pussy—after that spanking Seth gave her, I bet she is very wet.
Unable to help myself, I step forward and cup her sex in my hand. Yes, very wet.
“Where are you going to fuck me, Sir?” she asks.
“Tonight, I take your ass,” I say. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, bella. I can’t wait to be buried back here.” I spread her arousal back to her anus, rubbing my finger against her hole.
Seth gets up and removes his shirt, then his pants and boxers. He sits back on the edge of the bed and strokes his cock. “Why don’t you sit here for me, little girl? Make me happy.”
As Madison gets into position, her ass spreads beautifully. Seth’s handprints mar her perfect skin.
She lifts up and down on his cock. I move to the side so I can get a better view. It is so amazingly erotic, watching Madison fuck Seth.
I pull a bottle of lube from our nightstand and spread it over my cock, then rub it all over her crack and pucker. “Let me in, Madison. I can’t wait to take you.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, love shining in her eyes, as she nods. “Take me, Sir. I’m yours.”
I ease in carefully. I don’t want to hurt her. Her little ass is so tight, my eyes roll back as I fully seat myself within her. Madison lets out a whimper, shifting uncomfortably.
“Relax, bella. I’ll go slow.” I smile. “At least, at first.”
Seth and I take turns fucking in and out of her, making sure to get her used to the fullness we create.
When I advance, he retreats, and vice versa.
At first, Madison holds herself in place, pinned between us like she’s afraid to move.
As Seth and I continue to rock back in and out, she begins to move her own hips, meeting our thrusts.
I bite, lick, and kiss her shoulder, touching her everywhere. I want to show her the depth of my love in every conceivable way.
Soon, her moans increase in volume and pitch. Our girl is getting close to the pinnacle.
“Yes, let me feel your release.” I grip her hips, then slide my hands up to her breasts so I can pluck at her nipples. My pelvis slaps against her gorgeous ass. “Squeeze me tight, and feel everything. Come for me, Madison. Come for us both.”
She cries out with pleasure, her body clamping hard over me. Tight, warm, wet.
SETH
As soon as Madison comes, Damiano follows her with a groan.
“One more, Miss M,” I grunt. “Give us one more.”
Damiano remains inside her while I thrust, his hands firm on her tits, fingers pinching her nipples. Madison writhes and ripples around my dick, her hips moving haphazardly.
“One more.” I reach between us and thumb her clit, the nub hard, slippery. “You can do it, Madison. Give us one more.”
Her cunt tightens, her muscles tensing against me. I hold back my release, waiting for her final orgasm. “Come for us, Madison.”
“Yes—Seth! Damiano!” she cries. “I’m—there—”
She arches between us, her pussy milking my cock. Two more thrusts and I spill inside her, groaning at the exquisite feel of her body trembling against mine.
“So good, love you so much,” I murmur, kissing her cheek.
Damiano and I clean her up, wiping warm cloths over her skin. I love this part of fucking—cleaning up our messy girl, making sure she feels loved and treasured.
Soon, the three of us are in bed, in our usual arrangement with Madison in the middle, flanked by Damiano and me.
“I was so lonely when I joined that auction at Low Vice,” Madison whispers.
And I was a wreck of a man. Bitter, distrustful.
I didn’t think lasting love was possible, not for me.
I’d seen Madison, in all her perfect glory, and still I resisted, allowing myself to be tormented by the ghost of my brother.
It took Madison’s love and faith in me to finally come around, to believe there was a way forward.
And now here we are. The three of us together.
Damiano snuggles against her, pressing himself to her back. “You aren’t lonely anymore, are you?”
“No. Not anymore,” she says.
“Do you miss being alone?” I ask.
“Never. Being lonely was too quiet.”
I press her head against my chest. “Listen.”