“That’s right,” Grant told her.
She pursed her lips. Fingers knotted around fingers and she finally said, “I want to be your loved one.”
“You are,” Grant said, cupping the side of her face. “You’re my family, Morgan. You always have been and you always will be no matter what.”
“Hmm,” she said saucily. “Then why don’t you come on over here and prove it?”
* * * *
Blake had never been around a more responsive woman, and he’d taken several submissive women to his bed. She’d presented herself properly as they’d sat on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting. With her arms behind her back, her legs splayed and head bowed, she showed her willingness to submit.
“What do you want from me tonight, Sirs?” she asked.
Lord howdy, Blake was ready to fire a round of ricocheting bullets the second she stood in front of them. His balls throbbed. His cock pulsed. Damn, what he’d give to grab hold of her and just fuck the daylights out of her.
He could start right then, without wasting a second on foreplay. Grant could stand in line.
When they didn’t give her an answer, Morgan lifted her gaze. Her nostrils flared as she looked around the room. “Somebody likes vanilla.”
While she’d taken a quick shower, Blake lit the cake candles around the room while catching a few jabs from Grant. Apparently, he wasn’t much for romance, but Blake believed after what Morgan had endured, she deserved a rewarding night. Sure, she’d made an inquiry about Kilo, but if he had interpreted her inquisitions correctly, she wasn’t necessarily worried about Kilo as much as she was concerned that Grant might serve some time in jail.
“The question is, what do you want, Morgan?” Blake asked her.
“I want to serve and please my dominant partners.”
“Look at me,” Grant told her.
She followed his request. Her eyes met his, and she awaited his instructions. “Tonight, I think this should be about you. You’ve already proven you want more for yourself than what you’ve had in the recent past. You were the one who came home. You made that first step.”
“She’s also proven she wants to learn to please her Doms. She agreed to become our submissive.”
“I’m your slave,” she said, bowing her head again.
“You’re submissive to two men who love you, Morgan,” Grant reminded her. “Look at me.”
Again, she lifted her gaze.
“I’ll punish you for mentioning Kilo’s name,” Grant said. “Then we want to please you tonight. What do you want most?”
She shot them a wicked little grin. “I’d like to suck your dicks at the same time.”
“What?” Blake asked, trying to imagine how that might work.
“I’d like to kneel in between you and give you head at the same time.” Her eyelashes fluttered. “I trust the two of you. You’re safe. I can give you what you need. Pleasuring you pleases me.”
“Vixen,” Grant grated out, bringing her to him.
“I’ll say,” Blake said, pinching the side of her breast as Grant’s hands wandered.
“Come here, lover,” Grant told her, dragging her body across his lap. “Let’s get your punishment behind us so we can have us a good time.”
Blake caught a flash of excitement in Morgan’s expression. Punishment, hell. Morgan looked as if she couldn’t wait for a good thrashing.
* * * *
Thirty minutes later, and Morgan was in the throes of her good time. Even though she hadn’t had been on her knees yet, the erotic spanking was enough to arouse the daylights out of her.
Grant popped her bottom and smoothed his palm over her backside. Blake handed him a tube of lube and knelt in front of her, stealing the first of many kisses as Grant’s fingers raked over her hips and cheeks. A satisfying sensation sent her spinning as Grant squirted the oily substance in her hole.
She trembled as the fluid slivered through her anus. “What happened to my punishment?” If this was what they viewed as chastisement, then she could hardly wait for her rewards.
“Don’t rush me. I’ll give you what you need, sub-muffin. I always do.”
“Yes, but when can I give you what you need?” she asked anxiously, her body pulsing with too much desire.
“Just as soon as you’re prepared to fuck, and you aren’t ready for us yet,” Grant crooned, wedging his middle finger inside her ass.
“Oh hell and damnation, Grant!” Her body clenched around the digits as his hand bumped against her bottom. His probing finger slid in and out, the center bone causing enough friction to make her wish for something wider, longer. “If I’m not ready now, I swear it won’t take but a minute, especially at this rate.”