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  She squeaked when Jared lifted her by the waist and easily swung her over his arms.

  “Hush, sub,” Jared chided, eyes twinkling with amusement.

  “I’m going to get the water running in the tub,” Damon announced.

  Although it would be nice to enjoy a bath with Sarah sitting on his lap in the tub, he would plan that for another day. What their sub needed now was comfort. Reassurance. Safety.

  Chapter Six

  “Stay still while I scrub your back, little one, or I will be tempted to punish you,” Jared admonished.

  She stilled instantly. With her back facing him, he couldn’t see the expression on her face.

  Jared counted himself lucky she hadn’t flinched or moved away. Although attempting to move in the tiny tub would be close to impossible.

  Jared’s bulk took up most of the space, so they had to settle for Sarah sitting on his lap. She insisted she could manage on her own, but she hadn’t known he and Damon had tossed a coin to see who could join her in the tub. Jared wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. He could hear his brother, pacing restlessly outside.

  Judging by the occasional curses, Damon probably held a cell phone to his ear, already beginning to run through their extensive connections. Jared’s business contacts, combined with Damon’s old contacts in the underworld, would easily help narrow down their search.

  They took Sarah’s consent as an unspoken agreement they were now involved in whatever trouble she was in. She probably harbored some illogical notion that dragging them into her affairs would put them in danger, but no matter. Soon, they’d teach her asking for help wasn’t a weakness.

  Jared worked in silence, running the sponge over the golden expense of her back. He’d seen her back before. Traced the old whip marks there. Knew a half-finished design covered a quarter of her back, no doubt to hide the old reminders of her tormentor. Jared ran the edge of the wet sponge down the trail of colorful woven flowers. She flinched.

  “I’m sorry,” she finally whispered.

  Jared stopped. “What are you apologizing for, Sarah?”

  “For reacting like that each time someone touches me,” she mumbled. Even without seeing what she was doing, Jared knew she fidgeted with her fingers. “Some of the tops I’ve played with mentioned it’s an annoying habit. I’m trying to weed it out, but—”

  “It’s perfectly understandable,” Jared interrupted.

  He kissed the tail of an old scar on the curve of her shoulder, suddenly pissed at these nameless Doms she mentioned. Normally, Damon was the one with the volatile temper, but Jared also couldn’t help but feel territorial over Sarah. He’d never had his impeccable control challenged, even with Lisa. It was both exciting and frightening. Sarah reminded him of a double-edged sword, capable of cutting both ways.

  She relaxed against him as he kissed his way up her neck, pelting her with soothing kisses.

  Unable to help himself, he cupped one of her breasts and began to gently massage it.

  “I—”

  The rest of Sarah’s sentence dissolved into a gasp as he pinched the nipple until it hardened. Jared slipped his hand lower, down her wet and soapy ribs and abs, finally reaching her cunt.

  “Wounds need time to heal, and you no longer need to worry. From now on, only my brother and I can touch you.”

  Sarah shivered at his words. Moaned when he gently pushed a finger against her clit hood piercing, the sound more needy than scared. Jesus. Damon was right. That little accessory could drive him mad. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about Damon’s remark. How her pierced clit would look perfect with matching ornaments on her tits.

  Thinking of Damon made Jared aware of the bathroom door opening quietly. Sarah didn’t seem to hear. Damon didn’t enter, didn’t say a word. Simply watched, not with jealousy Jared knew, but with certainty and hunger. Jared heard the sound of his brother’s zipper. Knew if he stole a glimpse, he’d see Damon stroking himself at the sight of Sarah. His brother had always been a voyeur.

  “You’re ours now, and we’re very possessive and protective of our possessions.”

  Jared slipped a finger inside her pussy. Despite the water and her arousal, her pussy muscles clamped around him, encouraging him to slide a second in. Jared kept one thumb pressed against her piercing, adding pressure to her swollen clit, as he finger-fucked her. She let out a breathy gasp, and his half-erect cock thickened. He pressed his need against the curve of her buttocks, wanting her to feel just how his body responded to every sound and movement she made.

  “Do you understand, sub?” Jared used his free hand to tug away the rubber band holding her hair together. He fisted the silky strands, gently pulling it so she would look up at him.

  Her pupils dilated, and her lips parted slightly to answer. “Yes, Master Jared. I understand.”

  Master. Not Sir. The word tugged at him, heightened his possession, his need to dominate, to a keen edge.

  “Very good, sub.” Jared took her lips, taking his time to acquaint himself with her taste and heat.

  It had only been a couple of hours since they last shared a kiss in the rain, but he couldn’t get enough of her. She opened her lips wider, letting his prodding tongue in. Jared began drawing circles on her clit, occasionally tugging at the ring. He released her lips, and she moaned into his mouth, gaze trained on his. All his. Jared was tempted to lift her by her waist. Turn her around so he could plunge his hardened cock into her heat, but he wouldn’t. If they mounted Sarah tonight, it would be on the bed, taking turns or together.

  “You have my permission to come, sub.”

  She came beautifully against his hand, breath shuddering and muscles relaxing. Sarah’s orgasm went on for a long time. Jared firmly wrapped his arms around her, glad she trusted him enough to simply hold her when she let loose.

  “How does she look, brother?” Jared asked, voice hoarse. His balls drew in tight against him, and his cock strained for release.

  “Amazing. Fuck, that was hot.” Damon groaned, and Jared saw he had come.

  “Master Damon?” Sarah asked.

  “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I like to watch before joining in.” Damon neared them.

  Jared shared a secret look with his brother, a look they hadn’t shared since Lisa was alive. Sometimes it was scary, the way they eliminated the need for words.

  Sarah squeaked when Jared closed his hands over her waist. “I’m going to reposition you. Face me.”

  She didn’t ask why. Jared knew the more intimate position would rattle his exquisite control, but he wanted to watch the expressions cross her face. Sarah shifted position. Her legs now went on either side of him. Jared gently slid a hand up the curve of her back, nudging her close enough so her tits brushed against his chest.

  He put his arm around her waist, keeping her captive. Feeling her nipples hardening at the contact of her flesh with his, Jared took a deep and steadying breath. His cock pointed right at the tempting pink folds of her pussy, practically ready to penetrate her.

  Knowing she wouldn’t put up any resistance didn’t help. Jared could practically taste her palpable need in the air, her arousal and his. The water had turned slightly cold, but he could feel the heat escaping between their bodies, longing for contact and to make sparks.

  He wouldn’t sheathe himself inside her, though, no matter how long he’d draw the tension out between them, how hard she’d plead or beg. That would give the game away … although it was damnably hard.

  Sarah let out a moan when his tip brushed her clit hood. He teased her folds with his cock, and she began to rub at him. Jared easily kept her away.

  “No, sub. Behave, unless you want Damon to pick you up and bend you over the counter,” Jared chided.

  She swallowed, probably realizing his intent had been to put her in a position of discomfort and denial. Smart girl.

  “Very nice,” Damon commented, stealing her attention away.

  Jared noticed the way Sarah watched his brother
’s movements. She no longer looked apprehensive or fearful, but, rather, her body hummed with anticipation and excitement.

  Damon threaded his fingers into her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Sarah parted her lips, ready to receive his kiss. Damon’s lips curved upward in approval before he hungrily took her offering. Seeing Damon deepen the kiss, practically tongue-fucking her mouth, made Jared’s cock harden and pushed him close to bursting.

  With Damon in the flesh, it was easier to indulge in his sweet fantasies of binding Sarah, tormenting her to her limits, and eventually taking her with Damon. Jared would go slow and steady, while he knew Damon elected to do the exact opposite. They’d give what any sub yearned for—the perfect balance, pushing Sarah close to the edge one moment with hard implements before switching over to feathery kisses and caresses to soothe her hurts.

  “Miss me already, sub? I haven’t even been gone that long,” Damon remarked after releasing her back to Jared.

  Jared kissed the silken length of her throat, right over her leaping pulse. “Let’s finish up. The water’s gone cold.”

  Sarah bit her lip, still swollen from Damon’s kiss. Jared loved how she avoided looking at his cock, how she did her best to keep her twitching hands from touching his member. “But, Master…”

  “Are you making demands of us, little subbie?” Damon asked, amused.

  She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, then to Jared’s expectant gaze. It was incredibly satisfying to know Damon had finally lured out the self Sarah hid underneath all her protective armor. He knew she needed to erect an impregnable defense around her mind and heart to survive her husband’s abuse, but they wanted her to know she no longer needed it because they were now in her life.

  “Well … demands, no. A request, maybe?” she asked hopefully.

  Damon turned to Jared. “You know what I think, brother?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I believe our sub really wants that spanking.”

  Jared glanced at Sarah, who scowled. “Be my guest.”

  Damon bent over the tub and easily lifted her. She let out a cute little gasp, but nonetheless wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “The floor is getting all wet and—”

  “The floor should be the last thing you should be worried about,” Jared mused.

  Chapter Seven

  Jared pulled the drain and washed off the excess soap and bubbles with the hand shower. By the time he got out of the tub and reached for a towel, Damon had finished drying her off. Jared toweled himself and was treated to the delightful sight of Sarah squirming as Damon bent her over the counter. Damon kept one firm hand on her back as she got used to the position. He licked his lips, admiring the sight of her breasts pressed against the marble counter top, her ass and cunt exposed to the air.

  “Stay still and keep your hands flat on the surface,” Damon commanded. Breathing hard, she struggled to obey. He nudged her legs apart with his foot and fingered her exposed cunt. “My, aren’t you wet?”

  She groaned as he played with her folds.

  “Come see, brother. Sarah, why don’t you show Jared what a good girl you are, patiently awaiting your punishment?”

  Jared joined them. Damon stepped aside for Jared’s appraisal. The muscles of Sarah’s back tensed, and then relaxed as Jared ran his fingers down her vertebrae, taking his time in tracing each swirl of ink. Would she eventually allow them to help her pick a design to celebrate their ownership of her body and heart?

  “Look at the pretty curve of that ass,” Jared murmured, finally reaching the cleft of her buttocks.

  She shuddered when he brushed against the puckered hole of her ass, the delicate bit of skin separating her two entrances, before reaching his favorite part. Jared traced the moist lips of her labia with his fingertips, ending his examination with a tug on her clit ring. She gasped at that, but didn’t move.

  “Her ass is lacking some decoration,” Damon pointed out as Jared made way.

  Jared stood by the edge of the counter, gently turned her head so her cheek lay on the marble and she could see him. Seeing the riot of emotions crossing her face, he smiled, heart tightening with affection.

  “Do you think you can take twenty for us, little one?” Jared asked.

  “Yes, Master,” she murmured.

  Jared tucked one stray strand against her ear as Damon delivered his first barehanded smack. Her ass jumped, and her eyes widened slightly. Sarah’s lips parted and a moan slipped out. Jared’s balls tightened. He didn’t know how long he could hold off his climax.

  “Damon likes to hear his subs count out loud,” Jared remarked, thumbing her kissable lips. “That wasn’t counted.”

  Damon spanked her again.

  “One,” she whispered.

  Damon’s hand whistle through the air, and then the hard calluses of his hand connected against her smooth bottom. Jesus. Jared hadn’t seen a more erotic sight, and he’d seen plenty as his time as a Dom at the club.

  “Two,” she managed.

  Jared stroked her hair, complimented her as Damon finished his set. By then, her ass had taken on a nice shade of pink, her breathing grew shallow, but she hadn’t begged them once to stop. She colored very nicely, Jared noticed. They had already suspected she had a high tolerance for pain, but they wanted her to associate pain with pleasure.

  “That’s our good girl,” Jared told her.

  “Please,” she finally uttered.

  “Please, what?” Damon asked, beginning to massage his handiwork.

  She stole a quick look at Jared, who nodded in approval. After all, she’d taken her punishment like a champ. “Please fuck me, Master.”

  Jared pulled out a condom and lube from the drawer nearby and passed them to Damon.

  Damon had a mischievous look in his eyes. “On one condition. I’m taking your ass, but you don’t have permission to come. My brother will fuck your pussy. If you orgasm before I finish hammering your ass, I’m going to punish you again. Understood?

  Sarah let out a shaky breath. “I understand, Master.”

  “Good. Let’s begin.” Damon slipped on a condom. He then drizzled a generous amount of lube down her crack and his fingers. He slid a finger inside her, lubricating and scissoring her for his access. She squirmed, but a moan poured out of her, low and breathy with need.

  “Please,” Sarah murmured. Her gaze—filled with trust and longing—warmed Jared’s insides.

  Jared grunted, waiting his turn, but he knew the sweet rewards of denial. Damon grabbed her ass, then slid inside her slowly, making sure she got used to his length. She groaned, hands clawing at the counter. Sarah looked relieved when Jared helped restrain her wrists with his own hands.

  “Relax, baby. Damon’s going to make you feel so good in a moment,” Jared told her.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Damon growled out, finally burying himself deep. He began to fuck her, his rhythm changing from slow to fast.

  Keeping one hand on her wrists, Jared freed his other to slip between her legs. Her eyes widened, her mouth frozen to a shocked ‘o’ when he began drawing circles around her clit ring.

  “Oh, God,” she uttered under her breath.

  “Remember the rules, Sarah,” Jared warned, slipping a finger into her tight heat.

  Sarah arched her back, breath rattling, but she obeyed. Jared finger-fucked her, sliding his fingers in and out of her heat. The way her pussy muscles clenched around them made him groan and imagine it was his cock Jared drove inside her.

  “Patience, brother,” Damon rumbled, panting. Several thrusts later, Damon dug his hands deep into Sarah’s hips, sinking into her one last time before climaxing. Damon shuddered before affectionately slapping her ass. “Good girl.

  Sarah flushed at the compliment, although her face remained strained with the effort of keeping her orgasm in. Feeling generous, Jared stopped teasing her clit, amused when she let out a frustrated growl. Damon recovered and wiped her off with some baby wipes.

/>   Jared glanced at Damon. “I’m taking her in bed.”

  “Good choice.” Damon nodded in approval.

  Sarah blinked, and then yelped when Jared easily scooped her up again in his arms. She clutched at his shoulders as Jared carried her back to the bedroom and placed her at the edge of the bed. Jared reached the limits of his control. He spread her legs apart and ran a loving hand up her left calf, knee, inner thigh, getting a warm smile from Sarah as a reward.

  “You forgot this.” Damon appeared by his side and handed him a condom.

  Jared grinned. “Thanks, bro.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m clean,” Sarah said. “And Michael wanted my tubes tied.”

  She sounded a little hollow, got a little misty-eyed. Jared exchanged looks with Damon. Damon slid next to her in bed, gathered her head into his lap, and began stroking her hair. Someday, perhaps not tomorrow or weeks or months ahead, but someday, Sarah’s husband would cease coming between the three of them. The bastard caused her enough damage. The ghost of him always kept floating back up in Sarah’s mind, chaining her down. Eventually, he’d only be a memory.

  “Sorry,” Sarah mumbled a second later.

  “If you apologize again for something that does not require one, I will let my brother bend you over his lap,” Jared warned.

  Her eyes gleamed, and she nodded. “Please, Sir. Fuck me?”

  “Excellent answer, sub.”

  Jared slipped on the condom, closed his hands around her ankles, and pushed his tip inside her tempting pink folds. She surprised him by wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him in close. Sarah moaned as he penetrated her slick and ready pussy. Her cunt muscles closed around his cock like a tight fist, making him groan.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight and wet.”

  Jared saw Damon kept her hands restrained with his own. Damon’s intent gaze was solely focused on the expressions crossing their sub’s face. Jared buried himself hilt-deep, staying where he was for a couple of seconds until she let out a frustrated hiss.

  “Hush, Sarah. I want you to feel my possession as you did my brother’s.”