"Aquamarine." It was the color of Kell's eyes as he stared into hers now.
Tate nodded, his face still grim. He'd shrugged out of his shirt, but his sweats were still on. The night before he'd been so eager, he'd tossed off his clothes with abandon. This morning, she felt distance between them-and she hated it. Her eager lover had been replaced with a wary man, and she wished she'd had more time with the fun-loving Tate before they'd confronted the issue of forever. Last night, he'd been all over her, caressing her body as if he couldn't stand not to touch her. Today, they'd barely shared any contact since reaching the bedroom.
"Fine. Everything stops if you say that word," Tate explained.
The water shut off, and Eric returned with a piece of pink plastic in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. "Exactly. At that point, we talk about what made you uncomfortable and how to rectify that. In exploring your submission, we should find your boundaries and push them. We'll discover what works for you sexually. So if you don't like something or find it uncomfortable, we hash it out until you're ready. For now, I'm going to work the plug inside you. You're going to keep it there until we take it out. You'll wear it a few hours each day until we decide you're ready to handle a cock."
She wouldn't say that she wasn't a little nervous, but she didn't shy away. "Yes, Master."
Eric held out his hand. "Suck Tate's cock, Belle. He's had too much stimulation for one day. He'll be cranky for his one o'clock phone conference with these new clients about their multimillion dollar case if he doesn't release this tension."
Belle slanted a glance in Tate's direction. His eyes lit up briefly before he seemed to remember he was crabby. Instead, he pulled up a chair and plopped in front of her, then settled in to work his sweatpants down.
Eric edged behind her, his warm hand on the small of her back. "Spread your legs a little wider, baby."
She did as he asked, moving her knees further apart. At the same time, Tate pushed his boxers down and released his cock. He was so beautiful-big, strong, stalwart. She couldn't help but lick her lips. She hadn't really gotten to explore his body yet. The previous night, he'd taken her with his mouth and driven her to insanity before spending half of the night inside her. Belle looked forward to paying him back.
He stroked himself, staring down at her. "Suck me until I come."
A drop of fluid already pearled on the head of his cock. More than ready to taste him, she began leaning closer when she felt Eric pull her cheeks apart.
Surprise and more than a little embarrassment made her clench down instinctively to keep him out.
A loud smack cracked through the room, then pain flared across her ass.
"Don't fight me," Eric growled. "Arch your back and push down."
"Seriously?" She wasn't sure what she'd expected. "I thought you would just push it in."
Kellan chuckled. "Push it in? Love, it's not just going to fall into your backside. Eric will have to coax that pretty little hole into opening for him. He'll spread you wide and use his fingers to distribute the lube. He'll rim and stretch you. You'll shudder and gasp a little, but eventually you will let him in."
Maybe it shouldn't, but the demand in his speech made her squirm. "But does he have to look at it?"
Her question might annoy them, but Kinley had always stressed communication in BDSM.
"Fuck, yeah, I'm going to look at it," Eric said, his hand heavy on the curve of her hip. "Every single part of you is gorgeous, Belle. Watching you take our plug will be sexy as hell. Do you know how long I've dreamed about getting my cock up there?"
When he talked that way, her heart rate zoomed. Her skin felt too tight.
Tate tangled his fingers in her hair. "You pay attention to me, Belle. Let Eric do what he needs or we'll give you a nice long spanking and you'll still take the plug."
Put that way, she leaned forward and raised her ass in the air, trying to relax. Vulnerability washed through her, but as she took his cock in one hand, she smelled the musk of his arousal blending with the clean smell of the soap he'd used during his morning shower. She found Tate's scent a comfort.
Belle licked him, using the flat of her tongue to rub along the V on the back of his cock. She settled there briefly, rubbing that little indention, learning its depth and feel. She laved the thick head, then sucked, enjoying the way he fidgeted, then tried to force himself to still.
Behind her, Eric parted her cheeks. Belle resisted her instinct to flinch away.