Chapter 10

10

Penny

O ne year later…

I wake up on my side, snuggled between the two greatest men in the world. Cameron at my front, Roark at my back. My daddies. I stretch, wanting to hint to Roark that I'm awake, because if I ask really sweetly, he'll get up and fix me pancakes for breakfast.

Today's a big day—our one-year anniversary of moving in together and fully committing to this crazy, wonderful, heart-filling relationship.

Even better, we have the day off from Ironwood, where they still have their bodyguard jobs, and I'm a dispatcher, helping to guide everyone through it. Part of my duties when I'm not busy with calls is vetting potential clients so that what happened to me with Clive Oberon won't happen again.

As I move, the delicate necklace I wear all the time shifts. It's my collar, and my guys got it for me after we'd been together for a couple of weeks. The apartment, the collar, all of it went fast. Early on, we knew we wanted a commitment.

"We're your daddies," Roark had said as Cameron gave me the jewelry box. "We want you to have this collar to signal we belong together."

Inside had been a beautiful silver chain with an infinity symbol holding the links together…an infinity symbol formed of two handcuffs intertwining. One handcuff has Cameron's name engraved, and the other has Roark's.

The collar feels heavier right now, as if it's snagged on something. I reach for the pendant, not wanting it to scratch Cameron's chest if he's lying on it. But the handcuffs aren't snagged on anything. There's something attached to them, though, adding weight.

My eyes pop open and I find Cameron wide awake, his gaze soft.

"Good morning," he says.

"Morning, Daddy," I croak.

Roark's arms tighten around me from behind. "Hey, sweetheart."

I almost forget about the collar mystery when Roark's cock presses firmly against my leg, but I'm still grasping the pendant. It's too dark to make out why it feels different, so I bring it to my face to see it better.

"What is this?" I ask Cameron. "Something happened to my handcuffs."

"Well, let's see." He reaches behind him to turn on a lamp.

I'm holding my infinity handcuff pendant…and a diamond ring.

"What—"

"Penny." Roark's voice rumbles from behind me. "We have a question for you."

My heart starts pounding extra fast. The guys roll me onto my back and each lean up on an elbow so I can see both of them at the same time.

Tears fill my eyes—happy tears.

"Penny," Roark says, "over the past year, you have become my little girl in every way. I live for your happiness, and you bring so much joy to my life, I can't imagine a future without you in it. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," I say, my throat tight with emotion.

Cameron speaks next. "I knew from the moment I met you that we're meant to be together, Penny. That will never change. Can we be together forever? Will you marry me, too?"

"Yes," I say again. "Yes to both of you. I want to marry you and be your little girl forever."

The guys' smiles are huge, and they pepper my face with gruff, whiskery kisses. They smell like toothpaste—they must have woken up before me and then returned to bed.

Cameron unfastens my collar and removes the ring so I can put it on while Roark starts tugging at my panties.

"You're wearing our ring and our collar," Roark says. "Now we want you to wear our come."

"Daddy, that's so dirty," I say, but I love it. I love them .

The engagement ring is a perfect fit. I'm distracted by admiring it, so I don't see our real handcuffs until Cameron is fastening them to my wrists.

They aren't real -real—they're meant for the bedroom, with a safe way to get out of them if necessary. My daddies think of everything for my safety.

The click of the cuffs latching is loud in our quiet room. Anticipation fills me. I cannot wait for whatever comes next.

"Your undies are damp," Roark observes.

"Yours would be, too, if you woke up surrounded by two dominant daddies," I say, letting a little brattiness creep into my tone because I know he's looking for an excuse to punish me.

"Are you trying to earn yourself a spanking?" Roark sits up with a dark, dominant glitter in his brown eyes. His beard can't hide the way his mouth is turned down in a stern frown.

"Do you think I need one?"

"Oh, very much, little girl. Always."

I let out a squeak of apprehension. "Daddy Cameron, do you think Daddy Roark should spank me?"

Cameron's grin is evil as he says, "You'll warm my cock while Daddy Roark spanks you, baby girl."

Oh, fuck, now I'm in trouble. They want me to be completely still for spankings. But if I'm impaled by Cameron's cock, I won't be able to keep from wiggling around. My ass is going to be so sore by the end of this.

Cameron lies back and grips the base of his dick. "Don't look so scared, baby girl. Your daddies are going to take good care of you."

"You're going to spank me when I move," I say.

"We're going to spank you anyway," Roark points out.

I put my linked hands on Cameron's chest to balance as I swing a leg over to straddle him.

"Fuck, I love seeing you in handcuffs, baby," he says as I slowly sink down on his cock.

I whimper at the fullness. How does it feel so good every single time? Both of these men fill me in the most perfect ways, whether they're taking my pussy, my mouth, or my ass.

"I love seeing Daddy Cameron filling you up, sweetheart," Roark says. "It's so hot how his cock stretches you out."

I can feel that stretch, but I'd feel it a lot better if I could lift up and move back down again.

As if he can sense what I'm about to do, Cameron shakes his head. "Don't move. You have to lean forward and keep still for your spanking."

"I don't wanna," I say.

He reaches up and touches my pouty lower lip. "Too bad, baby girl."

Roark presses on my back, lowering me until my nipples brush against Cameron's chest. The chain on my handcuffs clinks as I scramble to keep myself stable. Cameron's cock gives a pulse of movement within me, teasing me with motion.

Roark's hand comes down on my ass. He doesn't have to warm me up gently like he did a little that night we met, but the first spanks don't hurt too terribly much. They never do. We discovered that our punishment sessions are less about pain and more about my vulnerable position and the light humiliation of being spanked by my daddies.

My pussy clenches at the contact, though, every time his hand delivers a swat.

"Mmm, I love the way you squeeze me," Cameron murmurs. "How's her ass looking, Roark?"

"Fucking beautiful, nice and pink," Roark says. He leans over to get something, and I hear the snapping sound of a photo being taken. He holds out his phone so Cameron and I can see.

My pussy clenches again as I look at the image—the base of Cameron's cock is barely visible because he's stuffed so far into me. My ass cheeks are the most prominent part of the photo, framed perfectly, and Roark's swats have turned them pink, just as he said.

"Fuck yeah," Cameron says, pulling out of me slightly before plunging back in.

I cry out at the pleasurable sensation and start to move with him, but he reaches back and spanks me, too.

"I want to move," I whisper. "Please."

"Not yet. You have a few more spankings to go," Roark says. "Can you be our good little girl and take them?"

"Yes, Daddy," I say. I want nothing more than to please them both.

I'm perfectly behaved through the next few spankings, so Cameron decides to force his hand between us and brush his fingertips over my clit. It's either reward or torture, I'm not sure which, because now I'm even more desperate to move.

"Please please please," I beg.

"No," Cameron says, yanking away his fingers and instead gripping my wrists. "You will be still, or I will tie you up with rope and make you be still. Which is it?"

"I'll be still," I say. Although the rope is fun, too. Cameron knows how to tie me up in very pretty knots.

But then the next spank has me jerking forward.

"Ah, ah," Cameron says, reaching for one of my nipples and pinching it—hard.

"Ow!" I yelp, even as the pain travels straight to my clit.

"You moved," he says. "Naughty girls get punished."

"It's not my fault, that spanking was really hard," I say.

"You wear my handprints beautifully," Roark says, leaning forward to plant a whiskery kiss against my stinging ass cheek.

I breathe through the sensation, determined not to move a muscle.

"Good girl." Cameron leans up to take my punished nipple in his mouth, his tongue both soothing and arousing.

The snapping sound of the lube container makes me shiver in anticipation.

"Hold still," Cameron says, giving my thigh a quick swat.

It's a warning, though, not a true punishment. Probably because he's about to lose patience with the cockwarming, too. His eyes are wild when he looks into mine, the usual slate blue closer to navy.

Liquid, slippery and cool, drips against my crack. I turn to look over my shoulder because I don't want to miss out on the sight of Roark lubing up his dick, his strong hand stroking up and down the length.

He catches me looking and grins. "You think you deserve this cock, little girl?"

"I don't know if I deserve it, Daddy, but I really, really want it."

"I bet you do. Turn around and I'll give it to you."

I face Cameron once more. His smile turns sadistic as he reaches back and grabs my stinging ass cheeks to spread me apart for Roark.

"Daddy…" I whimper.

The head of Roark's cock pushes at my entrance. I'm already so full of Cameron in my pussy, taking another cock sounds impossible. Logically, I know it can work. We've done it many times before. But there's always that moment when I think Cameron or Roark simply will not fit.

"Breathe, baby girl," Cameron says. "You know we'll make it good for you."

To underline that statement, he drags his length out slowly before thrusting just as slowly back into me.

I sob with need.

Roark pushes forward. Tight, so tight. He groans with appreciation. "Fuck, feels good."

"I can feel you, too," Cameron says. "It's so much tighter, fuck."

"Neither of you is allowed to fucking come before I even get in all the way," Roark warns.

I want to laugh, but it might set off our orgasms. Cameron and I are notorious for coming super fast, although at least the two of us are always ready to go again right away.

Roark keeps thrusting in and in and in. I hold as still as I can, but my body starts shaking. Cameron doesn't discipline me, though, because at this point, I can't control anything.

"I'm trying to be good, Daddy," I say.

"I know you are, baby girl." He lets go of my ass with one hand so he can fondle one of my breasts, tweaking the sensitive nipple.

Finally, Roark's legs brush against mine. He's in, all the way. I couldn't move even if I wanted to, but he seems to want me still for the moment, because all he does is breathe deeply and stroke my ass, hips, and back.

"Such a good girl," he says. "Our future wife. You're perfect for us, you know that?"

"I want to be," I say.

"You're perfect, just as you are."

Their words warm me just as thoroughly as their bodies do.

Cameron says, "We're going to let you fuck us now, baby girl."

"What do you mean?"

"We hold still," Cameron says, "and you take what you need."

"I can't, I don't know how," I say. It's always the other way around when they take my ass and pussy at the same time—I basically move when I can, but they're so much more forceful, there isn't much that I can do.

"Try," Roark says, pulling out slightly.

It feels unnatural at first, and the angles aren't quite right. But then I discover that if I roll my hips in exactly one specific motion, I can alternate taking them in. And if I do it just right, my clit can drag over Cameron's base at the same time.

"You've got this." Cameron cups my face, interrupting my rhythm to kiss me.

Roark reaches around me and takes one of my breasts in his hand, tweaking the nipple between his fingertips and driving me wild.

"Daddies," I say. "Daddies, please."

"What do you need, sweetheart?" Roark asks.

"I don't—I don't know." I continue rocking my hips, feeling frantic and feverish. "I think I'm close."

"So are we," Cameron says.

"You're always close," Roark says with a soft laugh.

"I need you, I want you to fill me up," I say.

"Are we going to fill our little wife with come?" Cameron asks.

Oh fuck . "Yes, please, yes."

Roark plants a kiss on my shoulder before rearing up behind me. "If that's what our little girl-wife wants…"

"Yes, I want it, I need your come," I say.

The careful rhythm I'd created is lost as the men start fucking me frantically. I continue to move as best I can, but there's not much I can do—they are thoroughly, completely in charge.

Cameron's blue eyes are nearly black. He groans. "You better come soon, baby girl. I'm giving you my come whether you're ready or not."

"Let's go, sweetheart," Roark says. "We're giving you what you want, so you better come for us."

The pulsing heat between my legs expands, tightening every muscle in my body. My orgasm is imminent, building and building.

I lose all control as white-hot pleasure ripples through me. I shout Roark's and Cameron's names in an incoherent jumble, screaming with bliss for my daddies.

They come soon after, Cameron first, groaning and clenching my hips as he empties into my pussy. Next Roark swears and shouts, "Penny," before thrusting a final time into me. I can feel both of them pulsing with their release.

For a few seconds, we remain as we are, frozen in bliss. But then Roark gets up to clean himself and bring me a washcloth. When we're done wiping up, he climbs back into bed with Cameron and me.

I hold up my left hand, which is still cuffed to my right. My shiny new engagement ring sparkles. They want to marry me. I'm so happy, I don't even have words for this level of joy.

"Our perfect little girl," Cameron says as he unlocks my handcuffs and rubs nonexistent soreness from my wrists.

"I can't wait to make you our wife," Roark adds.

I grin, snuggling back against Roark's hairy chest and swinging a leg over Cameron's waist. "If this is what we do to celebrate our engagement, I can't wait to see what we do on our honeymoon."

Cameron traces one of my nipples with his fingertip. "We should start practicing now, build up our stamina."

Roark's answering chuckle is a low rumble against my back.

I've been caught and handcuffed by these deliciously filthy daddy dom bounty hunters, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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