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“There’s only one,” Connor says, his cheeks flushing soft red. “And it’s mine.”

“And it is a perfectly reasonable one. For this to work, we need to be open when things don’t,” Russell says supportively. “But if you ever change your mind…” Connor glares at him in jest, then smiles. “What the fuck have you done with my arsehole brother?”

“He fell in love, grew up, and realized sometimes we have to compromise to be happy,” Russell replies, straightening a fraction in his seat. His expression turns serious, every word from his lips chosen with care. “If I have to share the woman I love, there’s no other man I would trust with her heart more than you.”

“Stop it,” I squeal. “You’re going to make me cry. That will ruin my makeup, and no doubt splatter my dress.” They both chuckle. My curiosity needing to know what the stipulation could be, I ask, “What is your condition?”

“No penetrative group sex,” Connor says quietly. “If we’re both there, I want it to be all about you. Some parts of a relationship need to be private, and this is one of them for me. And if you want to get married in the future, you marry me.”

“That’s two stipulations,” I tease with a glance at Russell who nods in approval.

“Okay, I have two stipulations,” Connor admits. “But Sam, I want to one day call you my legal wife. When the time is right.”

“Deal.” I squeeze his knuckles, and he relaxes under my touch. “Deal, deal, deal. I want you for so much more than that. Both of you.”

“Excellent,” Russell shouts jovially, then lifts his glass in the air; we all do the same before clinking them together. “To us.” His focus falls on my lips, and he cocks his head to one side. “Eat up, Trouble,” he says, sexily. “You’ll need your energy for what we have planned next.”

Our meal eventually comes to end; the three of us cleared every delicious morsel. Connor stands then moves behind me, and familiar dark silk falls over my eyes. Strong hands take mine, encouraging me to stand. I step away from the table and am lead across the room and through another door. We stop in what I think is the center of a new space, but I can’t be sure. I don’t even know whose hands I’m holding.

“Do you trust us?” Connor asks.

“Always.”

“Lift your hands.” The red dress is lifted from my body in one slick movement. Someone takes my right wrist and wraps something soft around it, then repeats the process with my other wrist and each ankle. They secure each binding to something behind me, so I’m left splayed with my arms and legs wide. The mask is removed from my face, and when I blink my eyes open I’m left staring at myself in the mirror.

Connor and Russell have removed their shirts, socks, and shoes. Both of them walk in a circle around me, hungry eyes devouring my body, which is spreadeagled for them attached to a metal frame in the middle of the room. My red lace underwear shimmers in the dim light, interwoven with silver thread.

“Oh, you look fucking good like that, Trouble,” Russell growls. It’s then I notice what looks like a riding crop in his hand. He snaps the dark object against his palm, and my pussy clenches. “Do you remember when you used to call us the good brother and the bad brother?” I nod, and he smiles darkly. “Tonight, we’ll be putting those personas to good use.”

Connor walks up in front of me; he stands millimeters away, not touching my skin. “I love you restrained,” he whispers. “Is that pretty little mind of yours thinking of all the possibilities? And all you can do is take it. Feel every last touch, every hint of pleasure. We won’t let you go until we’re sure you are fully satisfied.”

I strain against my bindings desperate for contact. Focused on him, I don’t notice Russell behind me. The stick bites hard across my ass cheeks as Connor's lips lock with mine. He kisses me deeply as his brother lays another blow to my flesh. My body buzzes hard, caught between two men, one inflicting sharp delicious stings while the other soothes me with a kiss.

Connor’s hand lifts to my shoulder, and he runs the back of his fingers slowly over my chest to between my legs. There is the undeniable buzz of a vibrator as the crop comes down again. I can’t see Russell, but I can sense him behind me, watching me react to both the pleasure and pain.

I’ve only just recovered from the sting when Connor touches my clit with the vibrator through my panties. My bar vibrates madly under the toy, and my legs try to snap closed, but they are held wide. He chuckles, then drops a kiss on my top of one breast before slipping a finger between the string at my waist and my skin. He pulls hard and my panties snap free.

Neither of them speak—the time for words is done. We’ve worked through all the complications of our relationship, and this is their solution. Pleasure me together, but enjoy privacy apart. I can live with that. I will love every damn moment I get with them.

Connor places the buzzing object once again between my legs. It sucks on my clit relentlessly as my orgasm builds. Russell’s blow comes down again, but it only heightens the sensation. My stomach twisting in knots, not knowing what they plan to do next. Connor’s eyes lock with mine as he gives me no chance of relief. He takes my lips again, increasing the speed of my pleasure with a click. Every nerve in my body stands to attention, ready for him. Ready for them. My body wants to give them what they want: my pleasure.

“Please,” I whisper against his lips.

“Please what?” he replies as Russell’s hand wraps around my waist from behind, his strong body at my back.

“What’s our girl begging for, brother?” Russell asks, his hand sliding down my stomach. His thick fingers stop just above the vibrator that’s still working my sweet spot. The walls of my pussy clench again, this time harder. I’m at that insufferable point of needing relief, but not quite there.

“I need to…” A moan escapes my lips as another surge takes hold of my body.

“Look at those tits,” Russell says, ignoring my need. His hand retreats back up my stomach. It pauses on my breastbone, then his other fingers take hold of my hair and pull my head backward. He drops a kiss on my neck softly, then I feel his teeth sink into my skin. He sucks hard, and I know that will bruise in the morning. “Marking my territory, Trouble. When you look in the mirror later, you’ll see where I’ve been and think of me.”

Just then, my body releases, and I let go. My orgasm runs down my legs as I see fucking stars, my stomach clenching harder than ever. I sag in the bindings, but my men hold me up tall. Connor gives me no time to recover, placing the vibrator on my clit again. His hand trails up the inside of my thigh, then he lifts his finger to his lips and sucks each one clean of my arousal.

“That’s a good girl,” Russell praises. “Let us see those sweet juices puddle on the floor.”

“Our girl has a lot more where that came from,” Connor tells him

“Our girl won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I think it’s time for stage two.” Russell releases me; I hear the padded footsteps of bare feet retreat, then return moments later. Connor maintains contact with my clit, and my orgasm builds again. My overstimulated knees buckle as the sensation heightens.

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