Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
So I had, and damned if I didn’t feel bad for needing them so much when Tony was hurt.
“Look at me.” Ian’s voice broke through my thoughts. I tilted my head up, and he said, “Stop it. I can see your shoulders set, the tension in your body intensify. Let everything else go for me, okay? There is nothing except you, Jordan, and me in this moment. We’ll deal with the rest later.”
Christ, I needed that. Needed to clear my head and lose myself in nothing except us, to give myself this way and then work through the rest with them later. “Yes…Dom.” Sir didn’t feel right for some reason. I wanted something different for Ian than I’d used with others and what he used with me.
Fire flared in Ian’s eyes. “Good boy,” he told me, control to his voice that he hadn’t aimed at me before. It soothed my thoughts, massaged the ache out of my limbs.
This was unlike anything else I’d shared with them. This was me completely handing control to Ian and trusting him to take care of me, the way he trusted me to take care of him.
“Can you, um…get on your knees beside him, Sunshine?” Ian said.
“Yes, Sir,” Jordan replied.
“Take off his shirt, then kiss him. His lips, his neck, suck his nipples. Worship him.”
Jordan’s gentle hands worked the buttons on my shirt, pulled it open, slid it down my arms. When it was on the floor, he leaned in and took my mouth. Jordan on my tongue and Ian’s words in my ear, “I can’t believe you’re both mine. Look at you, so beautiful together,” tasted like home, sounded like home, and eased the heaviness in my soul.
I kept my eyes firmly on Ian as Jordan kissed down my neck, licked, then bent over, lashing his tongue over one of my nipples, making me hiss. He moved over to the other one, and Ian said, “Bite him. I want our marks on him.”
I shuddered as searing, relentless pleasure wrapped around me, filling my head. Jordan’s teeth dug into my pec, making me call out. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was what it did to my head, knowing he was marking me, knowing he was doing it on Ian’s command because they knew it was what I craved.
I threaded my fingers through Jordan’s hair. “Is this okay, Dom?”
“Yes.” When I pushed Jordan’s head closer to me, Ian said, “Bite him again, mark him all up so he can’t forget he belongs to us. Make sure he knows we’re not letting him go.”
Letting me go? Why would I ever want to leave them? “Yes, please. Yours. I’m only yours.”
“Fuck yes,” Ian replied, the bulge behind his jeans growing. My cock was already impossibly hard.
We watched each other, my hand still on the back of Jordan’s head as he sucked and bit me over and over. His teeth dug into my muscle—harder, then softer, deeper, then more gently—all over. My chest would be covered with hickeys and bite marks. I reveled in the thought.
“Get up. Both of you. Let’s go to our room.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jordan replied.
“Yes, Dom.”
We scrambled to our feet.
“Stay behind me,” Ian said.
Fuck yes, whispered through my thoughts. In that moment, he owned me, and I would gladly pledge my service to him. I needed to.
Ian led us upstairs.
“Strip,” he commanded, and we obeyed, giving ourselves to this man we both loved so much.
I watched as Ian went over to his dresser. We’d put two more in the room, one for each of them. He dug into it and pulled out two pieces of lace.
“Jordan looks so pretty for me. I…” He bit his lip, looking slightly insecure before shoving it away. “I bought this for you, wanting to make you pretty and lacy for me too.”
Wearing panties wasn’t something I’d ever done before. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought I would want and wasn’t sure I did then, but I wanted to please Ian, wanted to please my Dom. The thought made pleasure prickle down my spine. “Yes, Dom.” I had no idea when he’d done this, when he’d bought them, but it was obviously something he’d wanted and thought about.
He handed me a pair. They were small—black and lace. They were for a man, because there was space for my cock and balls, but then they married to a G-string in the back. For a moment shame washed over me—lacy G-string—but then, I thought Jordan was beautiful in it, didn’t I? I would tell them there was nothing to be ashamed of, so why would I be?
“That’s my good sub.”
I smiled. “I like that, Dom.”
Ian nodded. He handed me Jordan’s panties next. “Put these on Sunshine.”
I did, and then we stood in front of him, both of us in lace. Jordan’s were boy shorts and red. The G-string felt weird in my ass, rubbing against my hole. I didn’t know if I liked it, but still, I would endure it for my Dom. It felt like Ian putting me in my place, and tonight, that was what I needed.