“No, Master. No, I don’t.”

While she kind of loved the idea of a good, long spanking, it would have to wait. She needed them too much. She longed to finally be with them all together. Fate willing, she would have plenty of time to misbehave and earn her “funishment,” but tonight was all about the togetherness they’d all waited so long for.

Eric and Tate moved close, their hips nearly brushing. The position allowed her to touch them both. Belle studied them, still unable to believe these beautiful men were all hers.

She didn’t take her eyes off them as she moved in close and took Tate’s cock firmly in hand. He filled her palm, and she could barely close her fingers around him. With a firm stroke of his dick, she leaned in and took Eric back into her mouth. Multitasking. Someone had told her she was a brilliant multitasker, though she rather thought they’d been discussing her secretarial skills. It came in handy when sexually satisfying three gorgeous men.

She sucked Eric while she stroked Tate. After five lingering, agonizing passes over Eric’s cock, she turned slightly and took Tate’s dick past her lips, licking and sucking and loving. She moved back and forth, lavishing one with the affection of her kiss while she palmed the other, enjoying the strength of the cock in her hand, the taste in her mouth.

It seemed so odd that she’d once been a little wary of this act, hesitant. They’d taught her not to be afraid, not to hold back. There wasn’t any shame in making love, not when emotion and promise flowed between them. This was simply another way to show she cared. Her submission was her gift to them, a sign of her love, a demonstration that she trusted them with her heart, her body, and her pleasure. She gave them everything she had, down to her soul. They rewarded her with thankful groans and tender touches.

Kellan’s fingers moved to the cleft of her backside, splitting her cheeks apart and making her shudder. “Don’t move, love. Stay still. You’ve taken the plug before, but you still need to be carefully prepped. I don’t want to hurt you. You can stop me at any time, but I want you to keep your hips as still as possible.”

She didn’t want to stop him, hadn’t come close to thinking about her safe word. The command to stay still was a different matter. It was so hard because she could already feel the lube he’d been warming against his skin touch her.

He slid the lube along her flesh, making her shiver ever so slightly and awakening nerve endings that still stunned her. As she tried to concentrate on her task, she felt a hard finger pressed against her back entrance. Kell massaged her with his touch, circling the rim of her ass before dipping briefly in only to start the process over again. She couldn’t help clenching. He corrected her with a hard smack.

“Don’t you dare try to keep me out,” Kellan smacked her again.

She didn’t bother to mention that it was sort of an involuntary response. Why bother? She liked the spanking too much. It sent sparks skittering over her skin and waves of sensation rolling down her spine.

Kellan delved between her cheeks again, his finger searching her out once more. She focused on relaxing and letting him in.

Heat and a jangly pressure lit her up. The sensation started where his finger massaged, but it quickly sparked outward, sending heat spiraling throughout her body.

She had to force herself to focus on the task at hand. No matter what Kellan was doing to her, she had to remember her other husbands had needs as well.

Belle ran her tongue along the underside of Eric’s cock before letting it go and sucking Tate’s head deep inside her mouth. When she released him, she could see the way his balls had drawn up, the angry purple hue of his cock. Tate’s eyes looked sleepy with arousal as he stared down at her.

With an urgent grip, Eric found her hair and directed her back to lick him again. She ran her tongue along the underside, licking until she give his balls a kiss.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Eric said with a gasp.

All the while Kellan probed her. He was patient, taking his time and letting her get used to the feeling. He seemed to understand when she was ready to move on.

Belle stayed as still as she could, but it was becoming even more difficult as the sensation turned sharply pleasurable. The instinct was there to press back against him, but she held off.

He delved deeper and deeper with his fingers until she finally felt him breach her, the tension giving way to fullness. She nearly sighed at the exquisite feeling.

Kellan continued to work lube around her flesh. That strong finger massaged her, making it slick and slippery and ready for something bigger. She was opening for him, preparing for him to take her in a way she’d never been taken before.

“Can she handle it?” She heard Tate groan the question.

Kellan added a second finger, stretching her gently. “She’s tight, but she can take it.”

She better be able to. She’d worn anal plugs for a few hours nearly every day preparing herself for her men. It had been an intimate little ritual—one she’d oddly enjoyed—but she didn’t want a plug tonight. They were plastic and cold. Unreal. She needed heat and flesh and their love.

“That’s right, love. You like this. You’re going to like my cock even more. I knew you would love this.” Kellan’s words vibrated along her flesh. “Do you know how full you’re going to be, Belle? When all three of us are deep inside you, you’ll finally know what it means to be our woman. You’ll be surrounded and taken and so fucking loved. You won’t believe how filled you’ll be with our cocks.”

“But first, I want a taste.” Tate pulled away.

As if this was something they had rehearsed, Eric took a step back with Tate, and Kellan slid his fingers from her backside, leaving her feeling lonely and empty and aching.

“I’m going to clean up and get ready,” Kellan said, giving her a wink. “You two make her scream a couple of times because I doubt any of us are going to last long once we get inside her. I wouldn’t want to be accused of not satisfying our woman.”

That wasn’t possible, but before she could voice her opinion, Tate lifted her into his arms. He cradled her to his chest before setting her down on the bed. She loved it when he carried her. She felt petite and delicate and treasured. The softness of the comforter cradled her back. Her skin was alive and singing. Even the air caressed her.

Tate stood at the end of the bed, his stare all over her body. He wore a predatory smile. “I’m hungry, baby.”

Her body tightened in anticipation. “You’re always hungry, Tate.”

“Damn straight,” Tate shot back. “I’m always starving for you. Now spread your legs for me.”

Eric joined him, looming over her like sex on two legs. “Spread them wide, baby. We want to look at our pussy. You’ve got the prettiest pussy in the whole fucking world. I want to look at it all the time.”

Belle spread her legs wide. Eric wasn’t joking. He really did want to look at her pussy all the time. It was yet another kink they somehow made loving and affectionate. At the oddest times, Eric commanded her to spread her legs just so he could look at her. Sometimes that’s all he’d do. He would simply look, sigh contentedly, and leave with promises to come back later. She would shake her head at him, but for hours afterward, she felt as if she was glowing.

But sometimes he would look for a few moments. Then she’d find herself spread wide on her desk, screaming out her pleasure. Belle definitely liked those times best.

“You might be satisfied with looking, but I’m going to devour my dessert. The caterers didn’t feed me anything I really wanted.” Tate dropped to his knees in front of her. “Of course, nothing is sweeter than this.”

Belle sighed because she was in for something sweet herself. Tate could eat her pussy for hours. He’d told her he was a true connoisseur of only one thing—her.

Eric climbed on the bed and palmed her breast, his big hand easily covering her. “Don’t listen to a word he says. I watched him eat five of the mini éclairs and two of the tarts. He just likes to complain.”

Tate’s breath warmed her feminine flesh. “No, I just like to eat a lot. I’m a big guy. I need my sweets. And I intend to eat my fill of this because it’s the sweetest piece I ever had.”

He took her breath away with the first long swipe of his tongue. Pure pleasure made her toes curl. Tate lapped at her pussy in short, teasing swipes before settling in for a dizzying suck of her clitoris.

Eric played with her nipples, sucking and biting them playfully. He enveloped the buds in his mouth. Her whole body pinged with life, waiting for the ecstasy only they could bring her. The past fell away, and all that she was left with was a brilliant future with her men.

Belle clenched the sheets as she forced herself to stay still under their ministrations. They tortured her, bringing her to the edge again and again until she thought she might go mad. Her skin dampened. Her breathing shallowed.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“Please what?” Eric lifted his head, staring down at her with dark eyes. “Kellan isn’t the only one who tops you. He might have been the one to place that collar around your throat, but you belong to all of us, so you’ll call us by our title or you won’t get what you want.”

“Please, Master.” In their bedroom, she was content to submit to their every desire.

Tate’s head snapped up. Her arousal glistened on his sensual lips. He licked them, obviously enjoying her taste. “I like hearing that. Since she begged so sweetly, I think we give her what she needs.”