Chapter Seven

Grim felt like his cock was going to freaking explode and he hadn't even gotten undressed yet. The night before had felt hot and intimate, but seeing her with her head bowed in the light of day did something to his heart.

She was here with them. She wasn't trying to hide it, and she'd apparently announced to the entire town—the Baptist portion at least—she was their girl. Theirs. Not simply Josh's.

Josh moved around her naked body, his inner top already in firm control. He studied her carefully. "I need your spine straight."

"Unless she's uncomfortable," Grim said.

Josh's eyes narrowed as though saying what the fuck.

Nicole sat up, leveling her torso straight over her gorgeous hips. "I'm perfectly comfortable, Grim. Should I call you Sir?"

"Sir will work for now." He was normally as in top space as his best friend at this point, but all he was thinking about was her comfort. He needed to get his head in the game.

Except that was the problem. This didn't feel like a game.

He didn't want to be her Sir. He wanted to be her Master when they were playing.

He wanted to be hers all the time.

"Grim is right. Sir works for now. If we get more time together, we would like to take you to a club in Austin we enjoy," Josh explained. "Perhaps we can earn a different title from you, but for now we're your Sirs and you're our sweet little pet. Nicole, you are the single sexiest woman I've ever seen, and watching you like this is a revelation. This is everything I need."

"Am I allowed to ask questions, Sir?" Nicole's head remained bowed.

"Of course," Grim said quickly.

Josh sighed and gave him a "we're going to have to work on this" look. "Today you can. When we're in a more formal setting, I'll ask for you to stay in the scene if possible. What do you want to know?"

"Why?" she asked.

Grim's heart twisted because he wasn't sure he was ready for how deep he was in with this woman, but he wasn't about to back away.

"It's a formal way to greet your Doms." Josh had switched to what Grim liked to think of as his academic mode. He might joke about not being as good at school as Grim, but Josh excelled at any subject he enjoyed, and D/s was something he'd studied like it was his damn job. "It helps us all get into the right frame of mind to enjoy this time together."

His best friend was smart, but he'd misread her. "She's asking why we need this."

Josh frowned. "Is that what you're asking?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for translating, Grim," she said, and he could hear the smile in her tone.

It was the sweet way she said the words that made his heart ease. She was curious. She wasn't judging. "For one thing, you've given us one of the most important things about this lifestyle. Dominance and submission can help facilitate communication between partners. It can seem weird to talk about sex, but it's important. As to your question, I think we have two different answers. Josh was born this way, and I was made."

"Well, if we're having this discussion, you can look up." Josh got to one knee in front of her, and it was obvious while he was slightly irritated—because he was horny as hell—he was going to take the time to explain. "I don't know why I'm like this. Maybe because I was raised in a D/s household. My father is the Dom and my pops and Mom are his subs. This is how they live. I assure you neither Pops or Mom would tell you they feel like they're under Dad's thumb. He's what we call an indulgent top. It's a lifestyle to other people, but to me it's my life. It makes sense to me. So when Grim and I first started having sex, our dad took us to a club and we spent time training. We learned about sex and pleasure and more importantly, consent and how to protect and take care of the women who bottom for us."

"My stepmom told me if I got pregnant, I was on my own. She said the only way to stay safe was to keep my legs shut," Nicole said with a wry twist of her lips. "The Internet was my best sex ed teacher. I think your parents did a better job. Until last night, I would have told you sex is just a way to get close to a man."

Josh nodded. "Your sexuality is a part of you, and a part you shouldn't feel ashamed of or deny. It's a gift, and there's nothing wrong with indulging your needs. You don't seem to mind being naked right now."

"I'm as surprised as you are," she admitted. "It feels nice because I'm not worried you're going to use it against me."

"How would we use it against you?" Grim asked, not liking the fact that it felt like she knew people who would.

"You could tell me how fat I am," she explained quietly. "Or I'm too skinny. I…was married once. We're divorced now. To say he was mean to me would be an understatement. I was young, and I didn't look for red flags. I didn't even love him. I liked him, and I wanted to start my life. He was good at love bombing me, and I hadn't had enough affection from my parents. I fall for a love bomb every time."

Grim had heard the term and hated how she was having to use it. "No love bombs from us. How we treat you won't change. We'll put you first."

She turned her head slightly. "I believe you. I know I shouldn't. It's too soon, but I'm following my instincts this time. The truth of the matter is I knew there was something wrong with my ex, but I loved the attention and I wanted to be wrong. So I'm trusting myself this time. As much as I'm trusting you. It feels good to, if that makes sense."

"It does," Josh replied. "And that's what I do. My instincts tell me to take control during sex. During a lot of things, to be honest, but I don't need as much control as my dad has. Grim doesn't need to submit the way my pops does. Pops is even more submissive than my mom. Grim needs something different."

"I need the control because for most of my life I had none," Grim explained. "My mother married a man who can only be described as abusive and manipulative when I was very young. He pulled me out of a school I loved, and for a long time I was stuck in what seemed like prison to me. There were times he beat me so badly I didn't think I was going to make it, and he convinced me for a while that I deserved it. I cling to discipline because I think it fights the chaos of my youth in a way. The lifestyle also taught me how to have a healthy relationship with sex. But, I can play this another way if you need me to."

Her nose wrinkled. "I'm enjoying this. I just wanted to know. Maybe if I know why it works for you two, I can understand myself better. I do tend to fall for attention, and I haven't had any in a long time. But I don't think you're trying to maneuver me into a position where you can abuse me. You should know I don't take that crap anymore. I'm not the same person I was at nineteen."

"Understood," Grim agreed. "No abusing assholes allowed."

"Are we through with the psychological portion of the session?" Josh asked impatiently.

"I'm absolutely certain we're not because you love a good mind fuck, brother, but I think she has the answers she needs." Grim reached for the rope he'd set out earlier, knowing there was zero shot that they didn't play with her this afternoon.

In his head he'd planned a long afternoon of toying with their new sub. She didn't have to work today so that meant she needed to relax, and what better way to relax than tied safely in his ropes. She would be utterly helpless and at his mercy.

Since he was planning on keeping her tied up for a while, he'd decided on some simple bondage to introduce her to the experience and to make it easy for him to manhandle her. "Arms up, love."

Her eyes widened at the rope in his hands. "What are you doing?"

"See, this is why letting her ask questions is a bad idea," Josh pointed out.

"Well, she's new." He turned back to her. "Baby, I'm going to tie you up and we're going to play with you. You won't be gagged so you'll be able to talk and tell us if anything's uncomfortable."

"Did you trade your dick in for a marshmallow?" Josh asked.

He couldn't help it. "I'm not going to scare her away."

"Guys, don't fight." Her arms were up, her breasts outthrust. "I'm curious. Not afraid. Let's get this going. Although we need to talk about the gag thing."

"We wouldn't need to talk at all if you had one," Josh pointed out.

"I think I should be able to pick between the gag and the plug thing I've already been told to expect today," she said as primly as a naked woman could.

Josh's eyes narrowed. "You think you have choices, girl?"

Her lips curved into the sexiest smile. "I know I do, boy, and I think you're probably going to spank me for some of them, but I find myself strangely intrigued. See. I blow right through all the red flags."

"Ain't no red flags here, but you're right about one thing," Josh promised. "I am going to spank that sweet ass at some point in time today. But it's not about punishment. It's about play. It's about bringing you as much pleasure as we can. Nic, I want you to let go. For the next couple of hours, be here in the moment with us."

Grim started to wrap the rope around her, a sense of peace flowing over him. He loved the act of tying up a sub, loved how his mind could forget about everything but the next tie, the way the rope wound around her gorgeous flesh. It was an art. He spent his days far from the creative fields. This was where that part of his personality could come out.

"Forget about anything but pleasing your Doms and letting them please you." Josh's voice had gone deep, and he obviously thought they were back on track because he sounded patient again. His focus was wholly on Nicole as Grim worked the ropes around her breasts, making them thrust up, her nipples hard points already. "You don't have to think about anything at all because we're here to take care of you."

"I can do that," she replied. "I want to learn about this. I want to know if it works for me."

"It works for you." Grim ran a hand across her shoulders. "You relaxed when I started tying you up. I think you're going to find you're a bit of both me and Josh. You are naturally submissive, but you went through something that made you need it even more."

"Like Grim," Josh said with a shake of his head. "He seems to think he wasn't a take-charge guy before, but I remember him as a headstrong kid. You know we went to preschool together, and Kindergarten through third grade before his momma lost her damn mind. We asked our second-grade teacher if she would wait for us to grow up so we could marry her. Now that was a parent-teacher conference."

Grim started weaving a pattern around her hips after he helped her to her feet. He kissed the small of her back as he worked, all the while inhaling her scent. Arousal. He'd been right about her being naturally submissive. Her body craved this.

Could he make her crave him?

"You've known each other that long?" She remained still, allowing him to move her this way or that.

"Yes, since we were kids." Josh stood back, watching as Grim tied her securely. "He was my best friend. Then his father died and his mom remarried and to say that his stepfather didn't approve of my family would be an understatement."

He didn't want to think about this right now. He wanted to concentrate on her. "You can have all the stories later. For now, I think you should put your mouth to better use."

"I thought you were going to drag this out forever," Josh groaned, his hands going to the back of his T-shirt. He dragged it overhead and tossed it aside, kicking out of his boots.

Josh could get out of his clothes with the speed of an Olympic sprinter when he wanted to. And he obviously wanted to. He stood in front of Nicole, who had her hands tied together. It was time to show her how fun bondage could be.

"Can you feel the rope along your spine?" Grim asked, sliding his fingers under the specialized knots he'd placed there.

She nodded. "It's heavier against my spine. I don't actually think I can do what you want me to in this position. I need my hands, Sir."

"No, you don't," Josh assured her, running a hand over her hair. His cock was thick and long, practically brushing against her cheek.

"Open your mouth, baby." Grim was fairly certain his dick was going to explode, but he had a job to do and it was one he'd been looking forward to. "I'll handle the rest."

She gasped, and he took control of her body, using the rope to steady her. She was a sweet weight as she leaned forward. Josh took control of her mouth, thrusting his dick inside as Grim started a gentle rhythm.

Josh kept his eyes on Nic even as he spoke. "You give her a fun knot? Never mind. I think she feels it."

The "dress" he'd made for her had a knot that rubbed against her clitoris when he maneuvered it properly. He wasn't as soft as Josh thought, though. He'd made sure she couldn't manipulate it herself. He had to give it to her or she got nothing at all.

Nicole groaned as he tightened his hold and the knot moved into place again. Her pleasure would hum against his skin.

And he controlled all of it. She didn't fight him, merely allowed him to move her along Josh's cock. She was at his mercy, and it did something for him. Something? It did everything for him. He moved with her, carefully constructing the dance that would bring her pleasure. She sucked Josh, obviously not caring about anything except the task he'd set for her.

What had she said? She craved attention. He could give her all of his attention, but he suspected she needed something else. Good attention. Praise. "Such a good girl. How does her mouth feel?"

"Like fucking heaven, brother," Josh managed. "She's so gorgeous like this. Do you like your dress, sweetheart?"

She hummed, her hands tied at the wrists and limp in front of her. The way he'd tied her, they formed a V around her breasts, pointing down to what he suspected was a soaking wet pussy.

"That's right. I'm glad you like it because I think you need to wear it for the rest of the day," Grim promised as he gave her more slack and she took Josh's cock to the root. "You don't have to worry about anything because I'll carry you around."

"Your feet won't touch the ground, sweetheart. Take it all, baby." Josh threaded his hands in her hair and held tight.

The slight gagging sound she made as Josh forced his cock to the back of her throat made Grim's dick tighten. It was time. He twisted the rope and felt her come.

Then it was Josh's turn. He fucked her mouth with ruthless precision, giving her everything he had. When she fell back, Grim caught her.

"Kiss me." She licked her lips. It was a challenge.

She had no idea how kinky he could be. He kissed her, plunging his tongue in and tasting the saltiness of Josh's release. It didn't bother him at all. He didn't want to be with Josh sexually, but Josh was an important part of his sexuality, and he didn't hold back or prevaricate.

When he released her she looked drugged with pleasure.

Exactly how he wanted her.

And now the real fun could begin.

* * * *

Nicole gasped as Grim stood and made good on his promise by picking her up and carrying her.

Except she'd thought it would be more romantic. He was carrying her like luggage. Whatever he'd woven at her back was sturdy enough to hold her weight.

She was completely at their mercy, the ropes holding her so tight. She liked the feeling, but this part was weird. "Uhm, Grim…"

She couldn't exactly see where they were going. She could see the floor, and it was a nice light wood. Probably super expensive, like the rug she'd been on earlier. It had been soft and perfect under her. She'd thought about how they could lay her out on that rug and she would be comfy and cozy.

She could also see Grim's booted feet. He was the only one who wasn't naked yet, and there was a certain impatience in the way his left foot tapped as he stopped.

"Yes?"

"Well, I thought the carrying part would be different," she admitted.

The air around her seemed to still, and she heard a chuckle from behind her. Josh seemed amused, but that was not the vibe she was getting from Grim. Even though all she could see were his well-worn boots. "You don't like the dress I made for you? It comes with a carrying handle. Are you uncomfortable, Nicole?"

Ooo, his voice was deliciously dark and deep. She took stock of where she was. Her body hummed with satisfaction, and while she felt a little heavy against the ropes, it wasn't an uncomfortable position. He'd properly distributed her weight.

She'd loved when he'd controlled her movements. It had felt…freeing in a way she'd never known before.

"Not really. It's just weird," she admitted.

"All right. I'm going to explain this to you because we haven't gone over all the rules," Grim began. "When we're playing, unless you want something to stop, let it be. I put you in those ties, and that's where I want you to be."

"Where we want you to be," Josh added. "When we're playing, don't question us unless you're afraid or uncomfortable."

Which she was neither.

Josh knelt down, and she could see his handsome face if she twisted her head. She was wrapped up like a mummy. Well, if the mummy was held together with rope and had her boobs hanging out, and also had recently been given a mind-blowing orgasm via knot.

"Shift her," Josh said.

Grim moved, and she could suddenly see Josh easily.

"Hey."

"So let's talk about discomfort and what it means because I think you're about to get a baby plug worked into that tight asshole of yours, and I don't want you to think you can get out of it by crying and pleading," Josh was saying. "The plug won't hurt you."

"It might if I use the ginger lube," Grim admitted.

"I'm so comfortable. This is my favorite dress." She didn't want to find out about the ginger lube any more than she wanted to play around with a ball gag. The men were apparently serious about their toys, and there were a couple she wanted to avoid. "And I know I need the plug because I want to be in between you two. I'm very sorry, Sirs, and I promise I'm going to go with the flow for the rest of the day."

A little growl came out of Grim's mouth, and she was suddenly moving again.

They would have to work on his communication skills. He spent a lot of time around animals.

"An excellent apology." Josh walked next to her down the hallway, and then she was in a lush bedroom. The wood floor gave way to carpet, which would likely feel good on her skin.

Someone turned on the lights, and a golden glow illuminated the room.

Nicole gasped as she was lifted high and landed on a soft bed. A big bed. A really big bed.

Oh, it was nice. So much nicer than anything she'd been on in the last few years. Definitely nicer than where she'd been sleeping the last few weeks. And she could rest in this luxury, perfectly certain bullets wouldn't fly in from the drug dealers next door.

She was rolled over, and Josh stared down at her.

He circled a nipple with his forefinger. "You look good in this. Grim did an excellent job." His finger trailed down her body, skimming over the ropes until he found the juncture of her thighs. "And this seems to have worked well. Did you enjoy the knot?"

She bit her bottom lip, staring up at him. He was one of the most beautiful men she'd ever seen, and he seemed to want her. "Yes."

She could still taste his arousal on her lips, and she couldn't forget how she'd still had Josh's taste in her mouth when Grim had kissed her like he would die without her. Without them.

Josh and Grim loved each other, were committed to each other, but their sexuality demanded a woman between them, a woman who could connect them to each other. A woman they could lavish with affection and share their common caring through.

She so wanted to be that woman. In another life…

Nicole let go of the thought. There wasn't a place for regret or worry here. Here she was their sweet plaything who only had to worry about pleasing them. It was okay because all they wanted to do was please her, too.

She kept her eyes on Josh, who stared down at her with such open affection. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb running across her bottom lip.

"Your mouth felt like heaven, baby," he said. "I loved how you sucked my cock. No one's ever felt as good as you."

He seemed to be taking the attention thing seriously, and she had to admit it did something for her. She probably shouldn't enjoy being praised for her fellatio skills, but hey, if one was going to perform a sexual act on her brand-new guy, one should probably want to do it right. "Thank you, Sir. I enjoyed it. I never did before. I liked how Grim controlled me. It felt like I was really with both of you."

"You are with both of us. Make no doubt about it, and now we're going to start to show you what that means," Josh promised. His body was muscled from years of working on a ranch. He wasn't a gym guy. He'd earned that body with daily manual labor, something that set him apart from the rich people she'd known before.

In her head she knew rich people were like everyone else. There were good and bad. It just took her soul a minute to catch up. Still, it was easy to shove it aside while looking at those notches on Josh's hips. His hand sat on her belly, playing with the ropes that held her tight.

"Turn her over for me," Grim commanded as he walked back into the room. He'd ditched his shirt and jeans, getting down to his boxers, though his cock was starting to poke out of them. He held a plastic thing in his hand.

Yep, he was about to shove that up her backside.

She felt like Alice in a kinky Wonderland.

Josh easily lifted her up, and she found herself on her belly, cheek against the soft comforter. He gripped her hips with both hands. "Bend your knees. We're going to bring you up to the edge of the bed so Grim can get you ready. The rope will help you keep the plug in. An hour or so today, and then we'll work you up to a bigger plug."

Because she was going to take a cock in her ass. Cocks. Their cocks. She wrapped her brain around the idea as Josh maneuvered her into position, the ropes tightening as he folded her in half. She was on her knees, her arms in front of her, ass in the air.

She was so vulnerable. So open to them. In this position she could feel the rope against her asshole, slightly scraping against the tender flesh.

She flushed as Josh moved in behind her and pushed the rope aside, revealing her tight hole.

She was tied up and men were touching her in a place she never would have imagined, and Nic realized she was relaxed. Aroused, but no warning bells were going off. There was nothing in her brain that even told her she should be on the lookout. She was either completely mad and na?ve or they were perfect.

When she felt the warm lube at her hole, she forced herself to breathe.

"Just a little pressure, sweetheart," Grim was saying. "If it's too much, let me know."

Josh climbed on the bed with her, lying down beside her so she could see his handsome face. "It's not going to be too much. She likes this more than she thought she would. You're what we call a natural submissive. Very rare to find one out in the wild."

He was distracting her from the pressure—which was not all that little. As Grim pressed something hard against her, sensation sparked through her, and she wasn't sure she loved it. It wasn't pain, but it also wasn't pleasure. Still, looking at Josh's gorgeous face made that jangly sensation a distant thing. "Are you calling me feral?"

He grinned, and his hand came out to push back her hair. Then he was simply staring at her like she was a miracle he got to witness. Like she was precious, and he didn't want to waste a minute of his time with her. "Maybe a little, baby, but you should know I'm good at taking care of strays. I tend to make them mine."

Grim started to circle her with what felt like the tip of the plug. He gently pressed in and rotated, gaining ground with each pass. "He's talking about me. You should know he's kind of a possessive bastard."

"I take what's mine," Josh insisted, his eyes still on her.

"You do, brother," Grim replied quietly. "I think I might get possessive of this one, too."

They were talking about her like she wasn't lying there with her ass in the air listening to them. Except all of their physical attention was on her, of course. This was what it would be like to be with these men. She would be at the center. They would work together to bring her pleasure and comfort. These weren't men who would expect her to take care of them. She would. She would do it because she wanted to, not because that was what they demanded of her.

You can't even cook. What the hell good are you? If my brother hadn't…

The episode flashed through her. It had been a night not too long after they'd been married. He'd been drunk and he'd railed at her, stopping himself only when he'd mentioned his brother. Then he'd walked out, and she hadn't seen him for days.

"Hey, wherever you are, come back to me, Nic. Come back to us," Josh whispered.

His words coupled with the hard slide of the plug settling deep inside her brought her back to reality. This was real. This thing between the three of them, and she didn't want to give Micah another second in her head.

"I'm here," she promised. "And the plug isn't so bad. I thought it would feel tighter."

Josh's lips curled up in the sexiest "I know something you don't know" grin. "Just wait."

She heard the sound of a condom tearing open and realized what Grim was about to do.

She braced herself as she felt his hands grip her hips and his cock begin to penetrate.

"There you go." Josh kissed her cheek. "Now you feel it. How tight is she, Grim?"

So tight. There was no space. She wasn't sure how he was going to…and then he flexed up and stroked against her sweet spot, nearly making her sob with pleasure. They'd gotten her so hot, so ready, that what should be uncomfortable felt like heaven.

"We'll have to give her two or three before we get inside her because there's zero chance we're going to last." The words came out of Grim's mouth on a harsh grind. Like it was taking everything he had to get them out. He held himself against her, and she could hear him breathe.

"Speak for yourself," Josh taunted. "When I get in there, I intend to stay for a long time."

She wanted forever. She wouldn't get it, but this felt like bliss. Being between them would be something she would never forget. When she was an old woman still hiding away, she would remember the time two cowboys had adored her with their bodies.

Grim pulled something, and the knot on her clit tightened as he stroked inside her again and again.

Josh kissed her, sweet affection that did nothing to take away from the raw sexual pleasure. Those kisses reminded her this wasn't mere sex. This was something more.

They were something more.

Grim rode her hard while Josh gave her his softest self. He kissed her even as the orgasm overtook her and she moaned into his mouth. Then she felt Grim lose that magnificent control of his, and he fucked her hard. Over and over, he thrust in and dragged out until he finally gave her everything he had, calling out her name and completing the act.

He fell on the bed beside her, and she could feel his warmth.

"That was… Oh, baby, that was fucking incredible," Grim said, a chuckle in his tone. "We're going to have to do that more often. But for now, let's get you cleaned up. There's a football game on."

Josh kissed her one more time. "Yeah, I'll go get beer from the big house. We're out. I'll have to sneak in because you know my momma will have something to say."

"Get some chips, too." Grim moved beside her and then she was up in the air again, the rope between the cheeks of her ass holding the plug in. "I'm hungry, and we need to feed our sub."

Okay, so there was more to being theirs than mind-blowing sex and a growing affection.

She was luggage.

"Grim, shouldn't you let me out of the ropes?" Nic feared she already knew the answer to that question as they approached the doors to what she supposed was the bathroom.

"Why would we do that?" Grim managed to get the shower on.

Why indeed?

Nic didn't know, so she was going with the flow.