In his fingers was the anal plug, its pink crystal surface already drenched with the lube. Rebel didn't remember even hearing the bottle top pop, but wasn't that stunned considering the alternative for his attention.
He sat up. Twined his gaze again with Rhett's, whose eyes gleamed with feral anticipation. Below them, the reason why: the magnificence of this woman's surrender, symbolized by her spread, soaked sex.
"Put it in," Rhett directed. "And screw her with it."
Brynn let out a soft keen, mixed of dread and arousal. "Oh my God."
Rebel regarded her steadily. "Sounds like you're a little familiar with this sight, cher."
She huffed. "Not intimately. And not lately."
"And that's not clear enough." Though he issued the reproach mildly, he took the plug from Rhett and displayed it to her like a holy artifact. "This is an anal plug, Brynna. You clearly know what it is-so you also know that Rhett is ordering me to work it into your ass hole, then fuck you there with it."
She gulped. "Well, we're pretty clear now."
"No. I'm clear now. You still aren't." He dropped his head, angling his stare more directly at her. "‘Yes, Sir' or ‘no, Sir', mon chou. What will it be?"
She hesitated another moment. It was all the opening Rhett needed. With a resolute growl, he lunged in, grabbing Brynn by the neck, forcing her mouth to his. "Fuck," Rebel groaned, watching the man mesh their mouths, inhale her scent, and drain a lot of the tension from her arms. Women had a special term for kisses like that. Bone-melting. Rebel could understand the point, though didn't sympathize. He wasn't melted. He was galvanized. And he hoped like hell that the moment Double-Oh released her from that kiss, she let her lips part on only two words.
"Yes, Sir."
Sometimes prayers were answered.
Rhett softly kissed her again-but instead of drawing all the way back up, kept his face hovered inches over hers. Without looking away from her, he told Reb, "Do it. Now."
She whimpered. Rhett hushed her with a sound that came from deep in his chest: gentle layered with pure animal. He breathed it into her parted lips. She sucked in its energy, transforming it into a high sigh that blew back into Rhett with visible force. His shoulders shook, his body trembled.
Power Exchange-in its purest, best form.
And Rebel was about to help them paint it even more vividly.
Fuck, this was going to be good.
Swinging around and seating himself between her legs once more, he crouched in, parting her pussy on the way to stimulating her clit. Her arousal would ease the plug's penetration. Besides that, it looked damn beautiful from this vantage point.
"Mmmmm." Her sensitive button shivered beneath his finger-which he soon joined with more. Rebel echoed her hum, deeper and gruffer, as Rhett's three middle fingers webbed with his. They twined and writhed their digits, rolling like two bodies against the world's softest, wettest pillows. As Rhett danced his tongue against Brynn's, he set a matching pace with their fingers, until Brynn's gasps forewarned of her encroaching climax.
He pulled off. Yanked Reb's hand away, too.
"No!" she screamed. "Oh hell, please! I'm so close!"
Whatever she had left to say, Rhett stole with another kiss. "You'll be close when we say you're close, sweetheart."
Rebel had to grin. He'd never seen Rhett as a bad boy wolf. He enjoyed the fuck out of it. His cock probably had a few deeper sentiments, but there wasn't time for phallic therapy right now.
Not when he'd reached the sweet aperture of her anus.
Not when he'd stretched it a little wider, watched it fight his invasion with an adamant pucker, only to force it open again. And then again.
Not when he trickled lube down and watched it disappear into the tight darkness of that forbidden dark hole. Preparing her …
"Deep breath, minette. Relax."
For this.
"Oh! Oh!"
He'd pushed in just the plug's tip before she struggled.
Rhett easily caught her by one leg, hiking it high to help Rebel keep her spread. "Easy, little peach. Easy. Don't fight it. Don't close up."
"I-that's easy for you to-"
"Make it easy for you." Rebel borrowed a page out of his buddy's book, though he barked it to snag her attention. He persisted, "Have we given you anything you can't handle? Anything that hasn't been amazing in the end?"
She fumed, body still tense. Her knuckles were white against the cushions. Even her toes were coiled tightly against the sheet. But she finally mumbled, "No. Not yet."
He growled a kiss into the center of her pussy. "Well then relax, bébé, and trust that we'll do the same now."
She wetted her lips. "Yes, Sir."
"Bien," Rebel soothed. "Trés bien, ma belle."
Rhett layered in an approving growl. "Breathtaking woman. You have no idea how much you please us already. Ssshhh, sweetheart,"-he urged it as Rebel twisted in again on the plug-"almost there. Push out to open yourself up. Take it in, girl. Take it in."
Brynna squirmed again. The cream from her pussy tremored down, blending with the shimmery drops of the lube, sliding into her ass along with the plug. Though Rebel clenched his jaw, pre-cum spurted at the tip of his cock. Like he could be blamed, with this as a view?
"I-I can't!" she cried.
Rhett leaned in. Bit her lower lip. "You can."
"So tight. So full … "
"That's the idea, peach."
"I don't know-"
"Yes, you do. Take it, Brynna. For me. For Reb. You please us so much with your trust."
"Oh, God!"
"In." Rebel declared it as the base of the plug fell flush against her body, the pink acrylic so captivating beneath the blush of her pussy. "You did it, cher. Damn. It's so beautiful."
Her relieved laugh blended into a tight wince. "Still tight. But … better. Kind of nice."
"That's honest." Rebel pressed kisses to the insides of her thighs. "And equally as beautiful."
Above him, Rhett played his lips over hers with just as much meaning. "Don't hold it back, sweetheart. We want to see all of it. Know exactly what you're thinking. Feeling. There's no right or wrong. There's only your sensations. Your pains … and your pleasures."
As he drew out the last of it, Rebel withdrew the plug well past the taper, letting it almost escaped her body, before sliding it all the way back in. No stopping this time.
A longer scream from their girl.
"First item covered," she finally spat. "Can we get to number two now? That little thing called my pleas-"
Rhett chuckled, watching the effect of his thumb in her pussy take hold. "Now what were you saying, sweetheart?" he queried as her voice fizzled. "Something about … your pleasure?"
"Crap," she gasped. Reb almost joined her, since he got to watch how her back hole convulsed on the plug with new vigor.
"Goddamn," he grated. "That's it, ma chatte. Show me how much you want it."
"Her cunt is dripping, too." Rhett's voice was hoarse with awe. "You can just keep her lubed with this cream."
"Great minds." He grinned while dragging some of that gorgeous juice down, rolling it around the base of the plug.
"Fuck. Brynna Monet, you are one hell of an incredible sight."
Her response was a groan in breathy, sexy spurts-as Reb withdrew then pushed in again. And again. And again.
"That's good." Rhett started pumping a hand along the hump between his thighs. "Really, really good."
"Certainly is." Rebel cast over a glance to clarify he wasn't just referencing her now.
"Good." Brynn echoed it in a high-pitched sob. "Mmmmm. Yeah."
Rhett swung his gaze over to her. "Then why do you sound like somebody just ate your last piece of cake, sweetheart?"
A little grimace dug into her forehead. "Because I-" She flung her head to one side. "I need-ohhh, I don't know what I need!"
Rhett leaned in, grabbing her scalp to realign her gaze up. "I know, little peach. I know." Without any other assurance, he swiveled back toward Rebel. "That's it. No more of that teasy-taunting-mamby-pamby bullshit. Fuck her with it, Moon. Ram her like you want to with your cock."
"Shit." Brynna gritted her teeth and rocked her head back. "Oh, shit."
A slow grin lifted his lips. "What Double-Oh wants … "
On his first thrust in, she screamed.
On his second, she moaned.
On his third, she gasped. Snapped her head back up, gaping at them both, as Reb continued stuffing in the pink plaything, over and over, learning quickly what angle dilated her eyes the most, made her pussy seep the wettest, dug her heels deeper into the mattress.