Page 24 of Double Down & Dirty

“I-It’s beautiful.”

“Just like the woman we chose it for,” Gray said as he stood and took the collar from Remi. He stepped behind her and, as his brother held her hair up for him, clasped it around her neck. “We know this might be too fancy to wear to work, so we’ll take you to pick out one or two you can wear every day. But each one will have the same meaning—you are ours, and we are yours.”

Abigail couldn’t resist the urge to finger the collar. She was theirs and they were hers. It was a dream come true.

Standing, Remi offered her his hand. “Come, sweet Abby. I’m dying to finally break in this big bed.”

Taking his proffered hand, she stood and eyed the four-poster bed with the wood canopy. It was extra-wide and would easily accommodate the three of them comfortably at night. But what she hadn’t really looked at was the wooden “X” at the foot of the bed from the base to the top of the posters. There were empty hooks on either side of it and she wondered what BDSM implements would be hanging there soon. Apparently, this wasn’t a bed you could order from the local furniture store or 1-800-Mattress.

She was pleased to know they’d never brought another woman in here. A few rose petals had been tossed across the pillows and a bouquet of roses stood on each night stand. “Where did you get the flowers?”

Remi bent down and scooped her up in his arms. “I called Kristen Sawyer, or Anders as you know her, from the plane. She’s Ian’s sister-in-law, by the way—Devon’s wife.” Abigail had never met Ian or Devon Sawyer from Trident Security, and had only spoken to Ian on the phone—never his brother. “After we found out you wouldn’t be able to go back to your apartment, I asked her to send a few things with the guards Ian had sent over.” He placed her in the middle of the bed, then pointed to where Gray had retrieved a bag from the dark, wood dresser.

“What other things?” she asked with more than a hint of suspicion and anxiety. The grins on their faces told her whatever was in the bag would result in her having multiple orgasms by the time they were through, but getting there would be interesting and maybe a little uncomfortable.

“Nothing too extreme, little one. Just a few things from the club store.” Gray pulled out several items and placed them on the bed next to her. “If anything looks like it might be on your hard limit list or you’re not sure what it’s for, let me know. And we’ve entered D/s mode, so every time you forget to use the words Master or Sir, you’ll rack up punishment points.”

“Y-Yes, Sir. Sorry.” She gulped as she inspected the items. Leather wrist and ankle cuffs—okay. A vibrator—doable. A tube of lubricant and—what the hell is that?

“Um ... what ... what’s that thing, Sir?” She pointed at a pink item.

Remi chuckled. “Anal beads, Abby. I assume you’re an anal virgin; no one’s taken that sweet ass yet?”

“Yes ... I-I mean, no, Sir ... I’ve never ... um ...”

“No worries.” He picked up the stiff string of round beads. There were seven of them, each one larger than the last. “We start with the smallest and ease them in until you can’t take anymore. Tonight, you’ll only get a few of them, but we’ll start with that. Then over the next few days, we’ll switch over to anal plugs to get you ready for us. You’ll be well prepped before that happens.”

Grabbing the leather restraints, Gray began to attach them to her wrist and ankles. “What’re your safewords, Abby?”

Her gaze followed his hands as he worked. “R-Red for stop, yellow to slow down, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He tossed the remaining wrist and ankle restraints across the bed to Remi. “Remember, we won’t be upset or mad if you say them. In fact, we will be mad if you’re hurting or scared and don’t say them.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When Remi finished, he made a circling motion with his hand. “Flip over to your stomach, baby. On your knees, arms straight out, head down, and put that sweet ass in the air.”

Nervously, she did as instructed, and he hooked her wrists to a short chain he’d pulled up from under the head of the bed. A hand that had to belong to Gray ran over her bare ass and goosebumps pebbled across her skin.

“Easy, Abby.” Gray’s voice had dropped to what she was starting to recognize as his Dom tone. Kristen Anders-Sawyer had mentioned it several times in her books, and now Abigail understood why the subs all shivered when their Doms used it on them.

A cool liquid dropped on the crack of her ass, and she startled. Remi sat down on the bed next to her and tapped her knees. “Spread them wide for me, but not so far that you’re uncomfortable.”

Shifting from side to side, she put as much distance between her knees as she could. A finger ran over her anus, spreading the lubricant. Meanwhile, Remi began to play with her nipples and waxed pussy. She couldn’t help the moans and pleas that escaped her. “Ohhh-mmmm. Yes, pleassse!”

“Like that, don’t you?” Remi asked before nipping her hip then licking away the sting. “Well, get ready for more.”

His fingers left her wet core and a few moments later she heard a humming sound. Oh, shit!

Abigail barely registered the thought of what was making that noise before the vibrator touched her clit. Her hips bucked as she cried out. Every cell in her body screamed in lust and pleasure, and she barely noticed that the smallest of the beads had entered her ass. Sensations assailed her nipples, clit, pussy, and ass. With a free hand, Gray raked blunt fingernails down her spine. Combined, it was almost overwhelming. Part of her feared the intensity of the orgasm which was building inside her with a fierceness she’d never experienced before. But as her mind and body spiraled out of control, she was poised on the edge of an abyss she desperately wanted to fall into.

Another bead passed her sphincter and that one she definitely felt, but the vibrator suddenly changed in intensity. “Oh, my, God! Please, oh, Sirs! Please!”

“Cum whenever you need to, baby,” Gray encouraged. “We’ll work on controlling them another night.”

She thanked the heavens, because as another bead began to breach her ass, Remi pushed the vibrator harder on her clit, and she screamed as the orgasm crashed over her. Spots danced in front of her closed eyelids as her entire body shook with the force of sheer pleasure. Remi and Gray’s hands continued their combined assault and before she could recover from the first orgasm, another one hit her even harder. When they finally let her come down from the intense high, she collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

The vibrator was removed, but the anal beads stayed in place. Four hands caressed every inch of her, as lips and tongues kissed and licked her reverently. On one side, Remi lay next to her, whispering sweet words in her ear as Gray climbed onto the bed on her other side. He unhooked her wrists from the chain. “Relax, little one. Let us take care of you while you take a nap. Because when you wake up, you’ll need all your strength to keep up with us.”

Heaven help her.

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