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ADULT EXCERPT

Thomas stepped behind her while Tyler took her hands. “You were breathtaking tonight,” he whispered. “Truly, absolutely marvelous. Did you have a good time?”

“Yes, Master, I had a good time.”

“You don’t have to play any longer if you don’t wish to.”

She squeezed his hands. “But I do wish.”

“Go ahead, Tom. Take it off.”

Thomas touched the collar. She yanked her hands free from Tyler’s and clamped them to the back of her neck, preventing Thomas from getting to the buckle. Both men froze.

She finally worked up the nerve. “I promised my masters twenty-four hours of my time. It hasn’t been twenty-four hours yet.”

Thomas spoke near her ear. “Sweetie, we don’t expect you to—”

“Please.” She met Tyler’s eyes. “You promised you’d take care of my every need tonight,” she whispered, struggling not to cry at the thought of sleeping alone. She admitted it. She wasn’t strong enough to do this. She needed them, would beg and plead if she had to. Fuck, groveling looked like a damn good option, if necessary. “My masters promised their little slave. You told me to trust you. I trust you­­both of you.”

Tyler’s gaze never wavered. He took her hands again. “Nevvie,” he whispered, “we have a confession to make.”

Confused, she didn’t reply.

He continued. “Thomas and I are not gay, love. We’re bisexual.”

As his words sank in she looked at Thomas. He nodded. “That’s right, sugar.” One corner of his mouth curled in a playful smile. “As if you couldn’t guess.”

Tyler spoke, recapturing her eyes as she struggled to absorb this new information. “We have been attracted to you since the first day we met you. We were afraid to tell you for fear of making you uncomfortable.”

Dare she hope? “You’re not teasing?”

Both men shook their heads.

“You’re not gay?”

Again they shook their heads.

She stared into Tyler’s eyes then looked at Tom for a long agonizing moment before deciding to step off the cliff, praying they caught her. She put an arm around Tyler’s neck, her other hand finding Thomas and pulling him against her back.

The men put their arms around her and she looked into Tyler’s eyes. “Will my masters take care of my every need tonight?”

“We promised you anything,” Tyler whispered. “We meant it.”

Thomas ran his lips along the nape of her neck, making her shiver. He placed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Any need our sweet little slave has.”

She closed her eyes. “If I want to say no to anything?”

“Absolutely,” Tyler assured her.

“I’ve never…you know…in my ass. I’m not ready to do that.”

Tyler pressed against her, pushing her into Thomas. She felt their hard erections. “We will never force you to do anything, sweetheart. Ever. If we wish to do that, we always have each other.”

She wiggled her hips, making the men groan.

She could have both her sweet love gods tonight and they wanted her!

This was too good to be true. What was the downside? “What happens in the morning?” she whispered. “After this. What next?”

Tyler stroked her cheek. “We are at your beck and call, love. We will do whatever you want. Perhaps you didn’t understand. When we’ve told you we love you, we meant it the same way you did.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Thomas had worked his way across her shoulders to her other ear and was still nibbling.

Tyler spoke again. “We love you. It broke our hearts when Alex attacked you. We will never hurt you, sweetheart. We want you to be a part of our life in all ways.”

Nevvie couldn’t catch her breath. “In all ways?”

Tyler nodded. “In all ways. We don’t mean a night or a weekend. For as long as you’ll have us, but it must be both of us.” The men froze, and she realized they waited for her to speak.

“Yes. Please.”

Every muscle tensed, her skin on fire from the heat of their bodies and Thomas’ lips on her flesh. She kissed Tyler and heard his hungry moan, his tongue and hers dancing, exploring. Thomas wrapped his arms around both of them and gently nipped her neck.

Forget throbbing, her sex ached from need and desire. Tyler broke their kiss and slowly worked his way down her body with his lips while Thomas held her against his chest. She closed her eyes as she tipped her head back and Tom’s lips found hers, eagerly devouring her with hungry, possessive need.

Tyler removed her sandals, then slid her costume bottom off and caressed her legs. He held her hips and she felt his hot breath against her wet slit. Her knees trembled. If Thomas wasn’t holding her, she’d collapse. Then Tyler’s tongue, soft and gentle, a light tease from the top of her folds down as far as he could reach.

“Ohhh!” she whimpered, sucking harder on Thomas’ tongue, spreading her legs for Tyler.

“Did you like that, little slave?” Tyler whispered.

She made a sound she hoped they knew meant, “Hell yes!”

“She’s beautiful,” Tyler whispered, one finger carefully spreading her. She loudly moaned into Tom’s mouth as Tyler’s words set her on fire. “You should feel her, Thomas. She’s very, very wet.”

Thomas broke their kiss. “Why don’t you give our little slave a reward right now, Tyler? She was so good tonight. Then she’ll be able to focus on what else she wants to do.”

“Hmm. That’s a good idea.” Tyler licked her again. She shivered, every nerve in her body screaming for release. Thomas held her tightly as Tyler set to work, running his tongue up and down her clit to her pussy, where he slowly worked two fingers into her.

No longer capable of coherent speech, Nevvie threw her head back against Tom’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and moaned. Tyler’s lips and tongue scorched her, branding her as theirs. She gave in to the pleasure, desperately in need of release.

Nothing had ever felt this good, this right. Tyler drew tight circles with his tongue around her clit, then gently wrapped his lips around it, lightly sucking. As her climax rocked her she screamed, grabbing his hair and grinding her hips in time with his motions as he kept her coming and coming for what felt like hours.

When her knees finally failed her, Thomas scooped her into his arms. Tyler stood and leaned in, kissing Thomas.

Thomas moaned. “Damn, she tastes good!”

Tyler licked his lips and touched his lover’s cheek. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.” He unsnapped the leash. “Do you want your collar off or on, sweetheart?”

“On.”

She was recovering from the sensation, her body covered by a fine sheen of moisture as Thomas gently laid her on their bed. Tyler kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing a leg around him.

He laughed. “Did you like that, my sweet little slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

Thomas stretched out on her other side and slid his hand under her top, gently massaging her breast. “I think our little slave should get completely naked.”

Tyler helped remove her top. The men gasped, each bending to take a breast in their mouth, running their tongues around her nipples and drawing soft mewing sounds from her. She put an arm around each head, clasping them to her, tangling her fingers in their hair, praying this wasn’t a dream. Or if it was a dream that she never woke up. Their mouths on her soon had her pussy aching again, throbbing, begging for relief.

Both men were still dressed. Thomas lifted his head from her left breast. “I want to taste you next, little slave.”

All she could do was nod. Tyler took her left breast in his hand, gently rolling her nipple between his fingers while still suckling her right. Thomas kissed down her belly and shifted position to lay between her legs, driving his tongue into her throbbing sex, fucking her with it.<