Travis pinpointed the moment when Veronica found him and Hank in the crowd because a flush filled her cheeks. In a self-conscious gesture, she pressed her fingertips to her upper chest, unconsciously drawing his gaze to her lush cleavage. She was clearly feeling out of her element and he sensed that she was uncomfortable with her body. That was a circumstance he wanted very much to change and could picture exactly how he’d go about doing it if she was his sub.
She met their eyes and tried to smile, her white knuckle grip on her little purse told him her hands were probably shaking. She shielded her eyes from the afternoon sun that set her rich auburn hair ablaze and he struggled to remember what he’d intended to say as they reached her. In sync with each other, both he and Hank moved to block the sun and she blinked up at them. “Veronica, would you do us the honor of sitting with us at the reception?”
“Oh…well…they may have assigned seating, and there’s my Grandma Kate.”
Hank smiled and took her hand in his again and said, “We already got Grandma Kate’s permission to keep you…”
“Keep me?” she said, her voice squeaking adorably before she cleared her throat.
“The seating is open and she said she wouldn’t mind if you kept us company.”
Veronica smiled and chuckled suddenly. “If I kept you company? I’m not even sure I believe she said that. Grandma Kate knows…”
The smile deserted Veronica’s face and she drew close enough to speak without being overheard. “Gentlemen, if you’re looking for scintillating company, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. I spend a lot of time alone, and I’m rather… inept socially.” She spoke quickly, a sure sign she was nervous or about to become upset, as the flush reached her slightly bloodshot eyes. “I’m an underachiever from a family of social overachievers.”
Filing away all those self-disparaging remarks, Travis stroked the silky fabric covering her shoulder and asked, “What had you planned to do at the reception?”
Biting her lip, Veronica cast a glance around and said, “Honestly? I wanted to find a good vantage point and watch the reception happen. I need to make notes for the ceremonies before my overloaded brain lets me down. This event has been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me and I can’t afford to waste it. Beyond that, I enjoy people watching. It’s wonderful fodder for writing. I hope you understand that I wouldn’t mean to disappoint you but I probably will.”
“What if we helped you?” Hank asked, as he led her through the opened tent flap. They closed in on either side of her and pulled out a chair for her at one of the tables that would afford her a good view of the proceedings.
“How would you help me?”
Hank said, “We’ll get you something to eat and drink, and then we can answer questions about Divine. We would keep you company so you wouldn’t feel lonely.”
“Well, actually…” Her smile brightened the room. “You’re sure? I dreaded the thought of sitting alone.”
After reassuring her again, Travis got her a glass of wine. They left her to her work and joined the line leading to the caterer’s buffet while she quickly tapped notes from earlier into her smartphone. Fifteen minutes later they’d obtained full plates of food for the three of them as well as drinks.
She hardly touched her food or wine until Hank gently pried the phone and stylus from her hands and pushed her plate and untouched wine glass closer to her. The action seemed to disconcert her, but also brought a soft smile to her face.
Travis settled his arm over the back of her chair, turned to her, and quietly spoke. “I noticed you’d been crying when you exited the tent earlier, after the ceremony.”
“Oh…” She inhaled a long breath and let it out as her eyes took on a thoughtful, faraway quality. She took a long sip of her wine. “I’ve never been to a binding ceremony before. Have you?”
“No, I haven’t been back in Divine that long. Hank tells me there are more ménages here than there used to be but I’ve never been to a ceremony. How was it?”
Her pupils dilated slightly as she stroked a spot on the white linen tablecloth. She picked up the smartphone and stylus again, nervously stroking the thin instrument between her fingers. “It was…” The smile on her lips didn’t reach her eyes as she shrugged. “It’s hard to put into words. You’d think I was silly.”
Hank leaned toward her and murmured, “Try us.”
She trapped her lip between her teeth and Travis wanted to kiss it for her. “I’d approach writing a scene like that the same way I would a love scene. It was…indescribably intimate. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Grace handed me a tissue. I felt that I was privy to something special. Maizy’s men love her in a deep way that I realized…”
“What? You can tell us anything and we won’t think ill of you.”
“I can’t imagine what it would be like to know that kind of love with one man, much less with three men. They’re utterly, hopelessly in love with her and I wonder what that must feel like—” She leaned back in her chair. “What–what I mean is the ménage dynamic fascinates me.” Her backpedaling didn’t fool him at all. She wasn’t just approaching this event from a clinical viewpoint. She saw something she wanted. She could deny it but it was in her eyes.
Travis laid warm kisses on her abdomen before working his way back up, nuzzling between her breasts. “You smell so sexy, Nika. You make me hard just with your scent.”
“True,” Hank murmured.
As they touched her and warmed her, she relaxed, letting them do as they willed, until she was lying with arms and legs spread, willing to take whatever they offered. Her cunt throbbed with need as she hoped they’d touch her there. They came close too many times to count as they touched and teased. The tension built in slow waves flowing and ebbing like a tide as these two men aroused her to a point that she thought she was running a fever.
Hank must’ve moved around the bed because he was suddenly on her other side, paying the same attention to her hands and legs on that side. She arched her back and stretched and heard him growl softly. “Perfect.”
She smiled and opened her eyes. A tugging at her wrists drew her attention as he loomed over her, tying something off on her headboard. Both men smiled at her when she looked from side to side and saw that it wasn’t just a fantasy. She was tied down to the bed at both wrists.
Tugging with her legs, she realized Travis had been busily working at distracting her while Hank had restrained her legs, too. Her cunt pulsed and she gloried in the sensation as she tugged and couldn’t get free.
Hank laid his hand on her abdomen. “You’re ours to play with now, Nika.” Lust burned in his eyes. “We can do whatever we want to you.”
Intelligible speech fled as she embraced her predicament. She should probably play along and pretend to be concerned but all she could do was giggle as she arched her back, dying for whatever they chose to do next. “Do your worst.”
With an evil laugh, Travis leaned down until his mouth was inches from her cunt. “I’ve been looking forward to tasting your pussy ever since Hank told me about this afternoon.”
“Did he tell you all about it?” she asked as she lifted her hips.
“Yes, in great detail, little vixen.” He growled as he finally looked his fill. “So tempting and pink. And wet. You need me to touch you here?” he asked, lifting a fingertip and nearly touching her with it, until she panted and whimpered, tilting toward him. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching for a cock to fill her, a finger, anything.
She scooted closer to him until the silky bindings at her wrists halted her movements and all she could do was watch. Travis tilted his head and flicked his gaze to hers as he brushed his lower lip against her labia. Her body jerked as his hot breath streamed over her exposed clit and she wondered if she’d come just from his teasing and the way looked at her.
She glanced up and saw Hank kneeling on the bed, watching the two of them, his enormous cock jutting up from the nest of black hair between his spread legs. She wanted to reach out and touch him but couldn’t. Remembering their encounter earlier made her mouth water.
Hot breath at her cunt drew her attention and she looked back at Travis and he grinned at her. “You were about a split second away from getting your pussy slapped for not paying attention, Nika. Focus.” The thought of either of them doing that made her cunt clench tight as a vise and her juices dripped from her and slid between her ass cheeks.
Travis smiled as he saw her reaction and the knowledge in his eyes didn’t shame her. No, it turned her on even more. It made her bold. “You’d slap my poor little pussy?” She even managed to slide her lower lip out in a pout, a totally foreign motion.
He leaned closer, and she felt like she been touched with a hot poker as his breath streaked over her a second before his teeth slid smoothly on either side of her clit.
“Oh!” she screamed as her back bowed and the orgasm blindsided her. He sucked her clit, setting off a flurry of explosions that rocked her. His hot mouth lapping at her wouldn’t allow her to come down and the tension soared within her again. He seemed content to tease her, sucking at her clit and licking her opening until she was swollen and so aroused she wanted to scream for them to take her. She opened her eyes to find them both watching her and realized what they waited for.
“Fuck me, please! Please!” she begged.
Travis’s face broke into a smile and he said, “She’s a quick one.”
Hank chuckled in reply, and instead of being offended Veronica laughed, too, and yelled, “Shut up and fuck me!”
The room echoed with Hank’s laughter and the shock on Travis’s face lasted for a split second before the flat of his fingertips landed right over her clit. More shocking than painful, the tap drew a startled scream from her.
Travis gaped at Hank, a devilish gleam lighting his brown eyes. “Such sassiness from our sub! Did you hear her?”
“I did, Trav. She just earned herself a spanking.”
Travis grinned and soothed her pussy with broad strokes from his tongue until she pleaded, “Please fuck me, Travis? Pretty, pretty, please? With sugar on top?”
“What pretty begging,” Travis said as he sheathed his cock. Hank had a condom in his hand as well, and a hungry look in his eyes as he watched them.
I get two cocks. Holy Moses!
Feeling ravenous for them both, she squirmed and writhed as she watched Travis stroke his hand down his thick shaft. I want that so much!
She realized she’d spoken out loud when Travis chuckled and said, “I’m about to give it to you, impatient Nika.”