Page 70 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

“Yes, fill me up, make me yours. I belong to you both, I’m yours,” I breathe before the final wave of orgasm washes over me, pushing me down into Lance’s chest. The intensity of the whippings, the stretching, the pain, the punishment—all of it crashes down around me as my eyes flutter closed, my chest heaving.

Aug pulls out of me first, that much I know because I’m lying on Lance. Cum splashes against my thighs, but I lie there, sticky and sated, trying to catch my breath. Aug’s lips and his stubble tickle the back of my ear as he whispers, “Stay.”

Not that I was going to get up, but the command pleases me. His fingers removing the collar while Lance’s hand strokes up my spine please me, too.

I doze off at some point, and when I wake up, I find myself in silk pajamas, in the center of Aug’s bed, the TV flickering against the blankets. Around me are two naked men passing a bowl of popcorn over my body. Aug peers at me through one squinted eye.

“You’re awake,” he comments with a sexy smile curling his lips.

“You guys dressed me?” I yawn, stretching my feet into the cool pockets of sheets.

Lance lifts me from the bed, stuffing pillows behind me to prop me up, and I let him. My body is limp like a rag doll. He lifts his palm to my mouth, and I nibble a piece of popcorn from him.

“Yes, we cleaned you up and dressed you. You crashed pretty hard.” He reaches back toward the nightstand and retrieves two white pills and a cup of water. “Here, to combat the soreness.”

I clench my ass, finding it indeed sore. Aug winks. “Open.” I open my mouth and he gently places the pills on my tongue, and lifts the cup to my lips, tilting to give me a drink.

I take a few more bites of popcorn from Lance’s palm, but find myself exhausted. And as I start to doze, I remember how this all started.

I catch a yawn with the back of my hand as I snuggle into the bed. “The talk, we still need to have the talk.”

They stroke their hands through my hair. “Tomorrow, sweetheart. You rest now.”

And I do, falling asleep so quickly I don’t even get to say “Okay.”

twenty-seven

I’m not mad about it.

augustus

Brielle is still asleep,and I know it’s everything we put her through last night. Our pet is exhausted and so we let her sleep. Lance, with nothing but sweats slung low on his hips, brushes his fingertips along the small of my back as he drifts by.

I rinse the reusable coffee filter out at the sink, watching him as he sifts through the mug cabinet, looking for his favorite. His lean arms above him, muscles flexed, my body grows warm at having him back in my home, watching him casually. I’ve missed him but I’m realizing now, not just him. I’ve missed the subtle intimacy of a relationship.

I love the sex. Love it. I thrive in my dom space. But there’s something so fulfilling about the other side of the coin. Someone sleeping on your chest, their toes sweeping the back of your thigh, watching them sift through the mail or load the dishwasher. It’s domestic bliss, I suppose, and I’ve missed it. And now I have it with two people.

“I am lucky to have you. And B,” I tell him, watching him still as I wash the filter. The water scalds my hands but I can’t take my eyes off him. My gaze drops down his torso, curved with muscles, and I spot his cock beneath his sweats, partially hard. I know it’s just morning wood, the result of simply waking up and owning a cock. But still, my body reacts. Because I’m high all the time now, moments away from sex at any given moment.

That’s what having it all does. I have an endless hard-on for the two of them all the damn time. And I’m not mad about it.

Then it occurs to me, nothing can happen right now. Not until we talk about this. The way she wanted, yes, but the way we needed to.

I force my focus back on my task at hand, loading the filter and scooping grounds into it.

“We’re lucky to have each other this way,” he says, still rummaging distractedly through the cupboard.

I hit start on the pot and bump his hip with mine. “It’s already out.”

Lance spins to the face the counter where I lay out breakfasts and lunches. When it was just Lance and myself living here, I got up before him every morning, made us breakfast and packed us lunches. I set out his coffee, his favorite mug and all the fixings, every single morning.

That’s the dominant in me that exists outside the bedroom. I am driven to and fulfilled by taking care of the people I love. All the time. And I believe that is what gives me such willing pups, the fact that they know that if they lay themselves bare at my feet, I will use them to please myself, but bring them pleasure and care tenfold, in appreciation, in worship, out of love.

“Thanks,” he smiles, and our eyes hold there, in my kitchen, sizzling as they say all the things we don’t want to verbalize.

I was scared I’d never have this again.

I’ve missed you.

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