After dinner that evening, Kate, Veronica, Tony and Jason played a few hands of whist in the drawing room. Veronica played so badly, and got so out of temper, they spent most of the time laughing until their sides hurt.
Kate was so happy she scarcely recognized herself. Where had the other Kate gone, the scared, defensive Kate, the Kate who refused to love or to trust? She didn’t miss her, not really. After the evening at the theater, she realized that she could be weak with Jason and Tony, and they would still respect her, still love her. Their love play this afternoon showed her how much more they had to explore together, and how much she was looking forward to it.
Neither of them had said anything about her getting rid of the shop, and she didn’t think they would. It was a decision that was totally hers to make. It was amazing how they respected that she had a life before they came back, and that she was making room for them in it, not throwing it away for them. She still hadn’t made up her mind what she would do with the shop, but she wasn’t worried about it. She’d make that decision when it was necessary. She supposed when she had a baby, she would stay at home.
Just the thought made her heart race with joy. A baby, and a family, with Jason and Tony. It hardly seemed possible that all her dreams were coming true. They had even accepted Veronica, treating her as if she were in truth their niece, to love and protect. The girl was blossoming under their attention.
She hadn’t yet told Jason and Tony that she would marry them. She was enjoying her little game, keeping them in suspense. And she wanted more wooing. She hadn’t had enough of that in her life. Maybe even poetry. Yes, she would make Tony write her a poem, preferably without the word fuck in it. Or even better, Jason; he wrote awful poetry. She would laugh and laugh.
“Hello, Kate? Are you still with us?” Tony waved his hand in front of her face.
She started and laughed self consciously. “Oh, dear. Woolgathering again, I’m afraid.”
Jason threw down his cards. “Well it must have been pleasant because you had a smile on your face. Care to share?” His smile was indulgent and tender, and Kate felt her heart squeeze.
“Yes,” she whispered, saying no more.
Jason’s expression became serious. “Veronica, go to bed.” The command was issued without warning, and it was Very’s turn to be startled, as she hadn’t been paying attention either.
“What? Why? What have I done this evening? I’ve been a veritable saint, I swear!” Her protestations stopped when she got a good look at the three faces around her.
“Oh good Lord, I’m going. Don’t start the circus until I’m well away.” She snorted with amusement as she threw down her own cards and stood. She bent down to kiss Kate on the cheek. “Sleep well, auntie,” she said, her sarcasm noted and ignored by the others.
When she left the room, the three of them were silent for several long moments. Kate looked from Jason to Tony.
“I want you,” she simply said, standing.
Tony stood, reaching for her as Jason swept the cards from the table. Kate laughed and stepped out of reach.
“Oh, no.” Her laughing protest was accompanied by a wagging finger as she backed up. “I want you in a bed. For all I know, you two have no idea how to perform in one. I don’t care whose. I’m going up to change, and when you’ve decided, you may come and get me.” She had backed all the way to the door, and as Jason lunged for her she laughed with delight, throwing open the door and racing out into the hall.
“Kate!” Jason yelled after her. She just laughed and kept running.
“You heard me,” she called back, and ran lightly up the stairs.
Jason barely glanced at Tony as he started after Kate.
“Get undressed and meet us in my room, Tony.” The terse command was thrown over his shoulder as he raced off. He knew Tony would obey. Tony wanted this tonight as much as he did. This afternoon had only whetted all their appetites. Jason would see they were all satisfied. Tonight, they would both take Kate. It was time.
He didn’t run after her, this was his house after all and it wouldn’t do for the servants to see him chasing after her like the cowherd and the milkmaid. But his long legs ate up the distance to her room faster than he’d ever walked it before.
When he went to open her door, he found it locked. His temper began to spike until he heard Kate’s laughter. He smiled ruefully, mentally vowing to make her pay. Out loud, however, he said, “Kate, open the door.”
“Is that the proper way to speak to a lady when seeking her favors?” she purred through the door.
From the sound of her voice he could tell she was close, perhaps even leaning against it. He leaned against it on his side and lowered his voice, not even trying to hide his mounting desire.
“Please, my lady, open the door.”
“Whatever for, my lord?” she whispered through it.
He could almost feel her hot breath on his face, and he felt his pulse throb.
“Why, to fuck you, my lady,” he whispered. “To fuck you all night, in so many ways.”
The door opened, and because he’d been leaning so close, when Jason looked up Kate was mere inches away.
“Why didn’t you say so?” she whispered with a wicked look on her face.
Jason could hardly speak. Kate had let her hair down, and it was brushed into a gleaming waterfall about her shoulders, so silky and fine it looked like spun silk. She had changed into a beautiful, diaphanous white negligee and matching wrapper. He let his gaze roam down her body, watching the way the light behind her outlined her subtle curves and long legs. It was the sight of her bare feet, toes curled against the cold floor, that finally made him move.
He bent down and swept her off her feet with an arm behind her knees, and the other wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
“Oh, Jason,” she sighed with a smile, leaning in to press her nose against his neck and inhale deeply. As he walked down the corridor, she let her nose and lips travel upward until they rested against his ear. “Where are you taking me?” Her quiet voice was husky and seductive.
“To my room.” He stopped and she pulled her head back to look at him. When she did he spoke again. “It should be there, in my bed.” He swooped down and kissed her roughly, thrusting his tongue almost immediately into her mouth and filling the space there, imagining it was his cock inside her, hoping she made the connection as well.
She did, if her moan was any indication. Jason pulled back as abruptly as he’d kissed her, and started walking again.
“Where’s Tony?” she asked, her voice rough with need.
“If he’s smart, already in my bed, where he belongs.”
“God, yes, Jason,” she said, leaning into his neck again, and placing little kisses on the pulse there, licking sharply with her quick tongue.
He stopped and Kate raised her head to see why. She realized they were at the door to his bedchamber.
“Open the door,” he told her, his voice a low growl of need. She leaned down and turned the handle. As soon as the catch released she let go and Jason kicked the door open. Once in the room, Jason closed the door the same way. It made a loud slam, startling Kate after their soft purrs of passion.
Jason strode further into the room and Kate saw Tony in the light of several tapers that had been lit. He was lounging against the headboard of the large bed that dominated the chamber, totally naked. He had one leg bent, and his wrist rested on his knee, reminiscent of Michelangelo’s David, in what seemed a languorous pose. His jutting cock, stiff and angled up along his stomach, belied the pose.
God he was beautiful. Kate still couldn’t believe he was hers. Hers to kiss, lick, suck, and fuck, whenever she chose. The thought sent a giddy thrill of pleasure coursing through her to throb in her sex, already swollen and wet with desire. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, nor he her.
The look he gave her was possessive and greedy, as if she were an offering brought for his pleasure. And she was. The thrill had become an empty ache deep inside. Kate knew what she needed, wanted, to assuage that ache—their cocks inside her, together, finally. Without being told, Kate knew tonight they would give her what she wanted.
As she watched Tony, Kate’s mind flashed an image of him as he’d been this afternoon, pressed over her, fucking her, sucking Jason’s cock with feverish intensity. The thought made her aware again of Jason’s strong arms around her, and she turned to him.
He stared at Tony with the same arrested expression she was sure had suffused her face moments before. Desire flashed in his eyes, and his nostrils flared as a hunter who scents prey.
“Good boy, Tony,” he said in a soft, menacing voice. Kate shivered. “Although I was rather looking forward to the punishment if you hadn’t heeded my command.”
Kate saw Tony’s eyes narrow as he slid his hand over his knee and down his thigh, slowly, as if he knew he was the object of desire in the room at the moment.
“Your every wish is, of course, my command, Jason,” he purred, with just enough sarcasm to cause Jason to lift an eyebrow.
“Careful, Tony,” he said with a feral smile, “I’ve been waiting a very long time for the pleasure of punishing you.”
Kate gasped and spun her head to see Tony’s reaction. He merely smiled, a baring of teeth that accepted Jason’s challenge.
Jason strode to the bed and dumped Kate unceremoniously upon it. She fell back with a startled shriek, and then laughed as Jason grinned at her.
“Undress,” he told her, ripping his cravat in his eagerness to get naked, “unless you want me to rip that negligee off.”
Kate sat up. “You wouldn’t dare! I love this gown, you brute.” She pouted at him, but immediately shrugged the wrapper off her shoulders.
Tony sat forward and helped her remove it from her arms. Then she came to her knees on the bed and raised her arms over her head, directly in front of Tony, her back to him. He reached down and grasped the hem in his hands, and slowly began to raise it along her torso. As he bared her buttocks, he scooted in closer, so his hard cock was pressed against them. As he bared each inch of skin he pressed his own nakedness against it. By the time he drew it over her head she was panting with unabashed lust.
He threw the gown aside and ran his hands down her arms and sides, causing her to shiver. He grasped her hips and turned her toward him. When she was facing him, he pressed against her again in the same manner, cock first, then upward. The sensuality of the movement made her moan as her head fell back on her shoulders.
Tony reached up and supported the back of her head in his hand as he raised it. She felt his lips against hers as he whispered, “Open your eyes, Kate. See me, see me love you.”
She opened her eyes and looked into Tony’s sky blue eyes, saw their intensity, and had to look away. She reached up and traced his sharp cheekbones, then ran a finger down his long, straight nose. Then she delicately outlined his lips, which opened at her touch. She felt his hot, moist breath on her fingertip and gently applied pressure to his full, red lower lip, opening his mouth fully before she pressed her own open mouth to his. Until their mouths met, her eyes were open, but the contact was so intoxicating she had to close them or risk her senses being overloaded.
Tony’s hot, wet tongue danced around her mouth with the same languorous intensity he’d shown sitting waiting for them. He filled her mouth with it, outlined her teeth, and caressed her cheeks. He tasted every corner, letting her hide nothing. He flicked his tongue against the roof of her mouth, and the movement reminded her of when he had licked her with Jason, and she moaned.
Suddenly the bed dipped and she felt the heat of another body for only a moment before Jason’s scorching, sweat-slicked skin pressed against her from buttocks to shoulders. She felt his mouth on her neck, her shoulders, at the same time Tony was kissing her, and pressing her against his hard cock. Even though they weren’t inside her yet, she felt a thrill at this foreshadowing of what was to come.
She pulled back from Tony with a gasp, and he trailed kisses down her neck as her head rested on Jason’s shoulder. Tony’s hands came up and cupped her swollen breasts, making her buck softly against him, the rebound pressing her into Jason’s cock behind. Oh God, it was so exciting, knowing they were both going to take her soon. Tony’s mouth reached the peak of one breast and without warning his teeth closed around the hard rosette gently. The little nip made Kate forget everything but the present.
“Oh, God, Tony, touch me,” she said in a voice she barely recognized as her own it was so heavy with need.
She grabbed his hand and tried to guide it to her entrance, but he resisted. He pulled back from her breast and looked at Jason over her shoulder. “May I, Jase?” he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.
“Don’t ask him,” Kate told him harshly. “I want it.” She knew Jason would object, was almost counting on it. She tried to grab Tony’s hand again, but Jason pulled her arm back, and held it at her side.
“Oh, no, Kate,” Jason said with a rumbling laugh, and her pulse began a rapid tattoo through her body. “First you have to tell Tony where to touch you. What exactly do you want?”
It was a little hard for Kate to say the words, in spite of her colored past. She’d been raised a proper Englishwoman, and sexual talk was still hard for her.
She drew a deep breath for courage, and in a small voice whispered, “I’d like for him to touch me between my legs, please, Jason.”
Tony began running his hands eagerly up and down the inside of her thighs, pushing them further apart as he glided, so close and yet so far from what she wanted. Her hips sought him eagerly, but Jason pulled her back again.
His whisper was hot and harsh. “Just touch you, Kate, like this?” And she felt his thick, calloused finger glide across the top of her folds lightly, from behind.
“Oh, God, more, Jason,” she moaned thrusting back at him.
“More what, Kate darling? More fingers?” And he accompanied the question with the addition of two more fingers running lightly over her aching lips.
Kate began to shake her head, finding it harder and harder to put into words her desire. Jason’s light caresses, and Tony’s hard hands pushing her thighs apart as far as they could go while he once again feasted on her breast, were disorienting her.
Jason reached one hand up and stretched her neck taut as he rested her shaking head on his shoulder. “Say it, Kate,” he told her, his voice tender. “Tell us what you need, darling, and we will satisfy you.” He lapped leisurely at her earlobe while she panted.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Tony, fuck me, please Jason. Both of you.”
Jason let go of her neck and her head lolled on his shoulder as she felt his fingers sliding down the crease in her buttocks.
“Now, Tony, fuck her with your fingers.”
Tony never stopped sucking on her sensitive nipple as she felt his fingers tunnel into her pubic hair seeking her entrance. She felt him encounter Jason’s fingers there, felt him rub over Jason’s hand, and then come back and begin to slide into her. She gasped, as almost simultaneously Jason’s hand slid forward and his finger began to penetrate her with Tony’s.
She sobbed with the intense pleasure that both men’s fingers inside her produced. The abrupt stretching was an exquisite pain that she welcomed, and encouraged with her moans and thrusts.
“Yes, Kate, take us both inside your sweet, hot center, darling. How good you feel, so wet and wild. Dance on our fingers, Kate, yes, yes, like that.” Jason clamped his teeth in Kate’s shoulder and the sting intensified everything she was feeling, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until she cried out.
“Oh, oh, Jason, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I,” she had to stop for a moment to catch her breath, “I’m going to climax, I can’t stop, I can’t!”
At her words Jason pressed his finger deeper inside her, and Tony followed suit. Tony was sucking ravenously on her breasts, first one then the other. He bit down on a nipple at the same moment he pressed his palm hard against her swollen nub, and Kate lost control. Their teeth, their hands, they were consuming her, and she burst into flames as the conflagration took her.
A keening wail broke from her as her whole body shook with her orgasm. Her passage clamped down on the two fingers, stretching her in different directions, and she thrust down hard on them. An intense, almost unbearable pleasure took hold of her as she felt those fingers rub on an especially sensitive spot, and she sobbed out.
“Oh, Jason, Tony, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me.” The pleasure went on and on as they swirled their fingers inside her, never pulling them out, just over and over that same spot until she thrashed and bucked, trying to break away from the intense physical pleasure.
“Enough,” Jason said quietly, and first he then Tony pulled their fingers out of her. She could hear the wet, sucking sound as her drenched sheath tried to hold on to them, and she moaned in embarrassment, turning her face away as Tony bent to kiss her.
“Kate, Kate,” Tony breathed, kissing her neck and cheek, anything within his reach with her face turned away. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. How glorious you are, so wet for us, because of us. I want to feast on you, Kate, knowing we did that to you.”
Jason rested both hands on her upper arms, one coated and damp with her cream. She made a small mewl, her embarrassment rising.
“You’ll do everything we want tonight Kate, and we will give you pleasure like you’ve never known. And by tomorrow there will be no more embarrassment between us.” Jason spoke harshly as he wrapped a fist in her hair and pulled her head back to face Tony. “Now kiss him, Kate. Do it.”
Kate looked into Tony’s beloved face, hard with desire, yet his eyes soft with love, and wondered how she could ever have turned away from him. She raised her arms and grasped his head in both hands, pulling it towards her. “Tony, my love,” she whispered right before their mouths met. Tony moaned as she thrust her tongue into his mouth, all finesse gone, to be replaced by raw hunger and driving need. She growled low in her throat at his surrender, and again when Jason tightened his grip on her hair. Again, the sweet sting of pain heightened her senses, and increased her pleasure.
Jason was at her ear, whispering low. “We’re going to make you come all night Kate, over and over, until you don’t know where you end and we begin, until we are imprinted so deeply on your soul that you can’t survive without us. Until you believe that we will never leave you again.”
After the last word, Kate pulled back from Tony. “Yes, Jason, now, do it now!” She pushed Tony away and pulled free of Jason and twisting, sat down on her hip, stretched slightly away, but still between them. She was braced on her arms, and she knew she looked wanton and demanding and reveled in it. “Fuck me now, you two, now.”
Tony looked at Jason and backed away, going again to rest against the headboard. He had a wicked grin on his face.
“Oh, my dear, you’ve done it now,” he told her with a chuckle.
Kate looked at Jason, and if she didn’t love him so much, and trust him completely, she might have been afraid. Instead his stern countenance only served to excite her more. She sat and grinned at Jason challengingly. “What are you going to do, Jason?” she taunted him. “You know you want me. Give me what I want. I demand it.”
The sheer audacity of her bravado shocked even her. After a moment’s silence Jason grinned, not quite pleasantly, and nonchalantly grabbed Kate’s legs, yanking her so she lay on the bed beneath him. He straddled her, and grabbing her arms, held them over her head. His face pressed close to hers until they were almost nose to nose.
“Oh, you naughty girl, you seem to have forgotten who’s in charge of you. Do you need a reminder lesson?”
“Yes,” she hissed at him, her excitement escalating with each word, with the tight grip of his hands on her wrists, his dominant position over her. “I dare you.”
Tony laughed outright at her answer, catching Jason’s attention. He slowly sat up, letting go of Kate’s arms, but she left them where they were, stretched above her head, offering herself to Jason. His eyes were on Tony, however.
“Don’t be so smug, Tony.” He reached out and grabbed Tony’s hand, pulling him upright, and closer, so close he and Jason were almost touching along their bare torsos. “Don’t forget, I’m in charge of you, too.” He gave a little tug, pulling Tony that last inch into his arms, and his head swooped down, his mouth capturing Tony’s like a hawk with prey.
Kate could see Jason dominate Tony with the kiss, bringing him to heel with the whip of desire. He licked and sucked, and nipped at Tony’s lips until Tony was clinging to him, running his hands up and down Jason’s back and buttocks. When Tony grabbed hold of the cheeks on Jason’s buttocks and squeezed, Jason abruptly pulled back from the kiss.
“Oh, no, Tony,” he said a little breathlessly. “You were a naughty boy this afternoon, you and Kate both, disturbing me at my work. You need a lesson, too.”
He pushed Tony away, and the other man fell back on the mattress, catching himself on his arms, legs splayed, displaying his long, engorged cock and large sac to Kate and Jason. Kate could see the motion was deliberate. He wanted to tempt Jason beyond his control. Kate could see the blast of desire in Jason, his instinctive move towards Tony, but then he visibly reined in his lust.
“Pile the pillows for Kate’s hips, Tony. We want to elevate that sweet bottom of hers.”
The command had Kate catching her breath. She had never been penetrated by a man there, and was as apprehensive as she was anticipating. She watched Tony’s pupils dilate as he understood what Jason was saying, and quickly moved to obey.
Jason laughed. “Oh, yes, you’ll let me lead if you get what you want, won’t you Tony?” he purred at the other man, bending over Kate to rub his face over her soft belly and breasts. The slight rasp of his beard made Kate quiver.
Jason raised his head to look at Kate, still bending over her. “I want you to go lie down in the middle of the bed, Kate, on your back, with your hips and ass resting on those pillows.”
He sat back, and swung his leg over Kate, freeing her. Slowly she rolled over and rose to a kneeling position. She paused for a moment, staring at the pillows, at what they meant, although she was a little hazy on that. Suddenly Jason’s hand connected with her rump with a loud smack, startling a cry from her. She scooted forward out of his reach and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Bad girl, Kate. Do as I tell you.” Jason’s gentle tone and smiling visage contrasted sharply with the spanking.
Kate was breathing heavily, shocked at how that one slap had set fire to her, and made her breasts feel heavy again. She crawled over to the pillows, and turned around to lie down on them. It was awkward, but Tony helped, and soon she was lying there, spread and raised for whatever pleasure they devised.
Jason cocked his head slightly to the side surveying her. “Pile a couple of pillows behind her head, too, Tony. She’s going to be a busy girl.” His request was accompanied by a feral grin that Kate saw Tony return. When he moved to put the pillows under her head, tilting it at an almost awkward angle, she looked at him apprehensively. Immediately his face gentled, and he rushed to reassure her.
“Oh, my dear, don’t be afraid. You’ll enjoy everything we do together tonight, I promise. That’s the point isn’t it? We want to make love with you, to give you pleasure. Trust us, please?”
Immediately Kate’s fears vanished. “Oh, Tony, I do trust you, I do. It’s just, it’s been a long time since I felt this, well, inexperienced. I’m not sure what to do.” She bit her lip in consternation as she looked over at Jason.
His face was like an open book, and Kate realized he was deliberately dropping his dominant façade, so she could see the loving, tender man underneath. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, a smile of pure happiness.
“Yes, Kate. If we ever do anything that doesn’t please you, all you have to do is tell us, and we’ll stop. But I don’t think you’ll ever have to.” His smile turned playful. “Remember, we’ve had years to dream of ways to give you pleasure. Let us pleasure you Kate, and in return you will give us the greatest pleasure.”
“Yes, yes, Jason, love me,” she told him with complete trust, wiggling her bottom to get comfortable on the pillows, and adjusting her shoulders. “I’m ready.”