Page 59 of Their Reluctant Catch

I hope her mom comes around. Who knows, maybe we can convince her to move here, too?

How old is she? Sixty maybe? Savannah hasn’t mentioned her dad even once. If her mother’s single, I can think of a male or two who might be the right age.

I carry Savannah up the stairs, Todd hot on my heels.

Let’s not worry about tomorrow.

We’re here and with the woman we love.

In the bedroom, I lower her to the floor and give her a Dom’s look. “Strip.”

I don’t check if she obeys and turn toward my closet to get my toy bag.

I’m looking forward to a long night of lovemaking, and I think some shibari will set the mood for that.

Is Todd with me? He can be impatient sometimes.

When I turn, Savannah is sitting on the bed—gloriously naked, painfully gorgeous. Pale skin stretched sleek over toned muscles, curves that beg to be gripped tight while I drive into her. Her breasts are full, her hips lush, and all I can think about is getting my hands—and everything else—on her.

Todd is leaning against the wall next to the door. From the bulge behind his zipper, he’s equally affected by her.

“You’re beautiful, starling.” I stroke a finger from her neck to her shoulder, admiring her petal-soft skin.

My heart is pounding with anticipation. I’ve always loved rope, and putting her in intricate knots is a dream come true.

Her eyes are wide with excitement and apprehension, but her expression is calm. The energy in the room shifts as I select the first length of rope. It’s soft against my fingers, yet strong, just like the bond I want to create between the three of us.

I turn to my brother. “Let’s do this together. Just grab a rope and follow along.” I fold my rope in half, creating a bight, and take her right arm. Todd does the same, taking her left.

I start by wrapping the rope around her wrist. “Color?”

“Green, Sir.”

I loop my rope and watch Todd mimic my every move. He’s a natural.

We twist and knot until she has intricate sleeves. Her breathing deepens, and her chest rises and falls in rhythm with my movements. The rope slides against her skin, the red creating a stunning contrast against her ivory perfection.

Despite being painfully hard, I ignore the discomfort.

Her eyes drift shut as she leans into our touch. Her trust in us grows with each knot. We move to her torso, working together as seamlessly as if we’d done this a million times before.

The rope becomes an extension of myself, and a conduit for the connection we’re building. I pull it taut, making her perky breasts stand out, and continue to cover her belly with evenly spaced knots. I love the way she yields to us.

“Still green.”

Savannah hums.

“I think she’s in la-la land.”

“I think so, too. Let’s be extra alert, since she’s not firing on all cylinders.”

I move to her thighs, the rope creating a framework around her pussy. I am eager to taste her, but I want to finish our artwork.

When we’ve used all the rope from my toybag, I run my fingers over her body, checking for any discomfort.

She’s calm and serene and reacts to being bound like a dream.

I step back to admire our work. Todd stands beside me, his shoulder rubbing against mine. I can’t believe this beautiful, spirited woman consented to be ours. I’m not sure how we’re going to do this. As far as I know, polyandry isn’t legal in Maine.

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