Natalie Acres (36 page)

With one cock in each hand, she balanced herself on her feet, widening her legs as she planted kisses on their shafts, licked the fine lines of their penises with a firm tongue, and then blew a steady stream of hot air over each shaft. Before he could even imagine her spreading her lips with their cocks, she moved their cockheads to her lips and drew them inside her mouth.

“Dear God,” Wyatt said, throwing his head back.

The tight suction and limited space blew Sebastian’s mind. She hummed against their dicks, repeatedly vibrating against their shafts, which more than made up for the fact that he couldn’t thrust inside her mouth and pound against her throat.

With her mouth stuffed, she cradled their balls in the palms of her hand, gently lifting and releasing as her tongue slipped over one crest and then the other. Holding perfectly still, Sebastian glanced at Wyatt, still standing there with his head thrown back, his body tense, and his muscles tight.

“This is almost as hot as fucking your pussy at the same time,” Sebastian told her, only now he really needed that friction. He longed to pump his cock inside her while Wyatt fucked her alongside him.

“This is sick, man,” Wyatt said.

Releasing them with a sudden pop, Kimberly’s eyelashes fluttered over her misty eyes. “Sick as in you don’t enjoy it?”

Wyatt’s head snapped forward. “Sick as in all I want to do for the rest of my life is fuck you. Love you.”

“You want to love me?” she asked, a touch of amusement in her voice.

“Yes,” Wyatt said, kneeling to the floor.

Sebastian couldn’t help but notice Kimberly’s apparent bewilderment. Combing his fingers through her hair, he said, “Baby, what is it? Do you think you’re unlovable?”

Tears washed over her cheeks as if he’d called out for each one of them by name. “Sometimes I wonder.”

“Then I guess we need to take care of that right now. By the time we’re through with you, you’ll never question love again.”

“You don’t think this is too soon?” Wyatt asked, staring at the collar in the case.

“No,” Sebastian deadpanned, slamming the leather satchel.

“What are you going to do when she tells you to go to hell?”

“And why would she tell me to go to hell exactly?”

“It’s too soon and she’s too smart to commit like this,” Wyatt said. “Hell, for all we know she’s on the rebound anyway.”

“I’ll never believe that. There were too many events where we were together and she couldn’t keep her eyes off me. She couldn’t keep her eyes off you either.”

Wyatt took a deep breath. Were they really set to do this? Were they prepared to take that leap of faith and ask her to commit to them?

“What’s going on here, Wyatt? Are you having second doubts?”

“No,” Wyatt replied. “I’m concerned about her. That’s all. I don’t want her to think we’re trying to push her into something before she’s ready.”

“She’s practically foaming at the mouth she’s so ready,” Sebastian said.

“And you’re going to what—take advantage of her weakness?”

“No,” Sebastian replied, stomping to the enclosed dome area. “I plan to be her source of strength.”

Wyatt clasped his hands and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his forefingers, suddenly in deep thought. Images of the past collided with his visions of the future.

“I wouldn’t dream of living without her now. We’ve come too far. I just don’t want to push her away.”

“Then don’t push. Pull. Tug. Fight for what we’ve always agreed we wanted. Life is too short, Wyatt, and if today taught me anything at all, it’s that I don’t want to let one second of time get away. I want to live and love, and if we have to do that on Kimberly’s terms, I’m fine with that.”

Wyatt snickered to himself, but Sebastian heard him. “What’s so funny?’

“Well, when you think about it, the whole idea of Kimberly being our sex slave is a little amusing. We’re willing to be enslaved to her desires by making her our sex slave and doing everything we can to make sure she really believes that is precisely what she is to us.”

“I hadn’t thought about it that way, but you’re right on many levels.” Sebastian’s cheek twitched. “It’s pretty sexy, huh?”

“Damn sexy,” Wyatt agreed. “But there’s something we have to consider here. If she is all-in when we propose a commitment, we need to work from the very beginning to maintain trust. Her safety and well-being depend on our attentiveness and devotion.”

“I’ll never let her down,” Sebastian promised. “And if she’ll have me, I’ll never betray her. I’ve waited too long to love her.”

“And do you? Do you love her?”

Sebastian’s eyes filled with tears. “Today, when that needle went in her arm, I thought for sure we’d lost her. Knowing what we know about Sweden and what he did to Cherie, well, I just assumed he had a death serum in that needle and Kimberly took away his leverage in order to save us.”

“She proved what she’d do for love,” Wyatt said.

“And now it’s our turn. We show her we’re worthy of that love.”

* * * *

Kimberly shivered all over when she heard the conductor’s announcement. He’d issued an invitation for voyeurs to join Sebastian Ketchum’s party at the rear of the train for romantic exhibitionism.

The key word there for Kimberly was “romantic.” She didn’t believe in romance. Until the last few days, she’d even questioned her ideas of love.

Surrounded by a dark curtain in a confined space, Kimberly trembled with excitement as she thought about the show they were set to provide to an awaiting audience. She hadn’t paid much attention to the conductor’s announcements, but she really hadn’t heard too many mentions of extended invitations.

Normally, the BDSM community members riding the party trains loved to parade around their lovers. They enjoyed exhibitionism. They liked voyeurism. They craved bondage and submission, spankings and floggings. Anything to do with sex and the passengers on the train tripped over one another to see more and participate as much as possible.

The curtain behind her parted. “Don’t look.”

Wyatt’s order was directed. She sat on the stool, facing the other side of the curtain and nervously awaiting the anxious crowd as much as she imagined they were anticipating their viewing.

The event coordinator on the train had spoken with Sebastian prior to setting up their dome and covered porch. She’d overheard Sebastian mention the element of surprise and explain that he would be too involved with his woman to worry about raising the curtain. The crowd would become part of their scene when they least expected an audience to join in and participate as active voyeurs.

Sebastian and Wyatt stood erect and proud in front of her. The limited lighting set the stage for romance. Again, the word appeared in her vocabulary and she trembled in delight as she let herself wonder, let herself hope and even pray for a small taste of what so many women wanted, so many females claimed to have.

Kneeling in front of her, Sebastian placed both hands on one leg. Wyatt caressed the other. Tongues and fingers wandered over her. Cocks pressed against her calves or thighs.

Fingers parted her pussy. Fingertips raked over her nipples. Mouths searched eagerly for her opening and then…oh God…then it became wet and wild, raunchy and sexy.

Sebastian yanked her forward, bringing her entire body over his and thrusting his tongue deep inside her folds. From her right side, Wyatt cradled her breast, drawing her nipple between his lips and sucking on the point until her breast was heavy, her nipple ached.

“Hold back,” Wyatt told her, dragging his cock around the shape of her mouth. “Don’t let go until you have permission.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, riding Sebastian’s face, unable to stop the grinding as her body undulated around his tongue. She tried to move closer, longing to really ride out the multitude of sensations his oral affections brought.

One minute, Wyatt teased her with his cock, slipping in and out of her mouth. He tapped at her tonsils, stroked her cheek with his knuckles, and ordered her to tighten around his size. His strong and throaty demand only added to her arousal, stroked and provoked her womanly desires.

Her arms and legs vibrated with electrifying sensations. Her toes tingled. Her pussy clenched. Her body rocked.

“Please!” she wailed, truly crying out in sexual frustration as Sebastian’s tongue whipped inside her channel.

He flicked his tongue in a rapid succession. She was almost there. She was ready to sing and dance, rock and roll, just give him something to remember as she rode his face like she’d ride his cock—without reservations or limitations, without self-inflicted rules or crazy notions.

By the way he aggressively feasted on her pussy, she knew without any uncertainty. He was enjoying this as much as she was.

“Go ahead, slave,” Wyatt whispered at her ear. “Set yourself free.”

And her body soared as her knees rose from the floor. She bore down on Sebastian’s shoulders with her palms as his tongue traveled deep inside the heart of her pussy, fluttering and sipping, licking and sucking.

“Oh God!” she screamed, throwing herself to the right or left, undulating in total pleasure as he snaked his tongue deeper inside her cunt, loving her intimately as he coaxed out the most violent of orgasms.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, kissing her inner thighs when she finally came down from a satisfying high. “That’s my sweet and sexy woman.”

Sebastian had stamina, but he wasn’t a fucking stallion. They’d been screwing for nearly twenty minutes. He’d spent that long between her talented legs, licking her delectable pussy, savoring every last stroke. But sometimes a man had to take center stage, with or without an audience.

Staring down at her body as he and Wyatt fucked her together, he became fanatical about collaring her. He was obsessed with the idea of placing their mark around her neck. He wanted ownership by offering her a symbol of their love.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Sebastian said, easing away from her pussy.

“Did I do something wrong?” she immediately asked, her brow furrowing.

“Are you kidding me?” Wyatt pecked her lips with a multitude of kisses. “You’re perfect.”

Kimberly turned her head. She bit down on her slender finger, watching Sebastian’s every move.

“Come here, baby,” Wyatt said, gathering her in his arms.

“But he stopped,” she whispered, acting as if she thought only Wyatt would hear her.

“And there’s a reason.” Wyatt pulled her across his lap, locked her legs around his back, and drove inside her, throwing his arm behind his hips and propelling forward, hammering inside her with a damning pace.

“Fuck you, Wyatt,” Sebastian teased, realizing he was giving a few extra efforts to taunt the odd man out.

“I’d rather love our woman,” he whispered, dragging his lips over her extended nipple, cupping her ass, and driving his cock deep inside her cunt.

“Come, lover,” Wyatt said, that heavy look of drowning satisfaction washing over his face. “Ah yeah. Come right now for me, slave. Damn it to hell! Come!”

Sebastian watched in extraordinary awe as Kimberly’s arms and legs locked around Wyatt, her body shaking violently with the sudden tremors, timed jolts. Wyatt seemingly fed her a few inches of cock before retreating and giving her a few more hard and deep stabs of satisfaction.

As the odd man out, he ended up with the best seat in the house, watching the good loving, the intense pleasure one man gave to another by enjoying their shared partner to the fullest. As their bodies relaxed, Sebastian reached inside his satchel, retrieving the collar he and Wyatt had chosen together several months before.

Moving behind her, he unlatched the articulate platinum collar. The intricate details of the design would stand out against her flesh as the five rows of diamonds—hundreds of them—would sparkle and shine against her flawless skin and pretty tan flesh.

Without asking for her hand in marriage or assuming she would translate the collar as an engagement of any sort, he slipped the neckband around her and fastened the clasp.

“What’s this?” she asked, her fingertips skimming across the studded texture.

With a fierce gaze locked upon the collar, Wyatt said, “We want to make you happy, Kimberly. We will please you, adore you, pamper and love you.”

“We aren’t asking you to commit to forever right now. Of course if you will entertain the offer, all the better.”

“You’re collaring me?”

“Yes, slave,” Wyatt replied. “We’re collaring you. What do you think about that?”

Her gaze shifted from one man to the other before she looked behind them. “What do you think about that?”

The crowd released a sudden cheer and Sebastian jerked, realizing for the first time that the audience had finally been permitted to join them. In the end, he couldn’t think of a better time or a more appropriate grand finale.

Ansley, Trixie, and Patience entered her master suite and looked around the grand space with widened eyes.