Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(142)

She shivered as he placed the collar around her throat. She reached up to touch it and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the dresser. She felt beautiful and the woman reflected back at her looked that way. How far she'd come from that young woman who couldn't find her place in the world. That girl hadn't thought she was pretty, couldn't imagine she really deserved this crazy relationship with these three wonderful men. The woman who looked back at her now practically glowed-with love, with confidence, with joy.

She'd found her place in the world, and it was between them.

Tate slipped his section of the ring on her finger, then Kellan eased his into place.

Eric stood in front of her, the last piece of the ring in his hand. He smiled down at her, love shining from his eyes. "You're everything to me, baby. Thank you for bringing us together."

He slid the final shining circle onto her finger. Somehow, the three pieces fit together perfectly. The individual pieces were pretty, but together they created something new and utterly unique. Each were stronger together than they were apart-rather like her men.

"This is beautiful. I'm nearly speechless. When did you have this made?"

Tate flushed. "I might have thought about this … oh, a month or two after you came to work for us. I might have talked to the others about it off and on for the past few weeks. Eric might have found a jeweler here to make it. Kell might have picked up the beautiful collar in Chicago. You know, just maybe."

Belle laughed and rose on her tiptoes to kiss them gently, one after the other. "You three are my whole world."

And they always would be. No matter what happened.

"Then you should prepare to serve your Masters, love." Kellan's voice had shifted from smooth lover to hungry Dom in an instant, and Belle's whole body tightened.

This was what she'd missed when Kellan was away. Eric spanked and played with her. Tate dabbled. But only Kellan could truly top her from a soul-deep place.



       
         
       
        

She dropped to her knees because she couldn't think of any other way she would rather celebrate her engagement than serving the men she loved. It was an easy thing to do since they served her so well in return. They took care of her, saw to her needs and her pleasure, kept her safe.

She bowed her head submissively and spread her knees wide. It no longer felt odd to be in this position. Before, she'd felt vulnerable with her body on display. Now she found her feminine power here. She found the beauty. Being on her knees for them allowed her to focus on her body, the way it felt, moved, loved. She could focus on the pleasure and comfort she took and gave. When she was in this position, she was safe.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?" Kellan asked.

She could see his perfectly polished dress shoes. They were joined by Eric's loafers and Tate's sneakers. She let her hair fall forward and cover her smile. Tate would wear sneakers with a tux. She would have to make sure to pick out his footwear for their wedding. He wasn't going to be allowed to wear high-tops on their big day.

"I know how beautiful you make me feel." When she was with her men, she really felt like the sexiest woman in the world.

They stepped back, and she could hear them undressing. She wanted to look up so badly, to see their magnificent bodies as they stripped down, but she'd pledged them her obedience here in their bedroom. They had sacrificed so much to be with her, to share her, to teach her that they could last. She didn't need her eyes to see them. Instead, she waited patiently, allowing memories to fill her mind. Every inch of their bodies was emblazoned in her brain, on her heart.

"Look up, love," Kellan commanded. "It's time to get your men hard and ready to fuck."

She glanced up. They didn't need any help being ready for sex. Three very erect cocks stared back at her, straining her way. She wasn't about to argue though. She was their submissive and she couldn't wait to bend to their will.

Kellan stood in the middle, his strong legs apart as he stroked his cock from base to head. "Suck me, Belle. I want to be so hard I can't see straight when I finally take your ass."

Anticipation thrummed through her system. She would finally have them all. They'd been together in bed before, taking turns, but that wasn't how they wanted it. That wasn't how she wanted it either. Since she'd met them, she'd dreamed of the night she would finally make love to all of them at once-one each in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. She would be filled with them. They would fit together like the ring on her finger, nestled and interlocked. Complete.