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They made a good team.

Russ glanced over Donna’s shoulder, appreciating the way Chance appreciated
her
, his brother’s agile tongue stroking her vulva and delving into her pussy as deep as he could.

Donna began to shudder in his arms, and Russ tightened his hold, felt like he had a tiger by the tail as she groaned and plowed her fingers through Chance’s hair. She fisted her hands in Chance’s long hair to hold him in place, and Chance responded by adding his hand
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to the mix, thrusting two fingers into Donna’s soaked cunt and pressing and rolling her clit with his thumb.

Inch by inch, Russ slowly eased his cock past the outer ring of muscles at Donna’s anus, beyond turned on at the sight of Chance getting her off.

She panted and jerked forward, her hips already rocking wildly under Chance’s dexterous and oral ministrations, making it difficult for Russ to find the rhythm his brother was setting.

Chance brought Donna to the edge, and like Russ before him, he pulled the plug, slowing his strokes to a crawl as Russ pushed farther, breaching Donna fully before he rotated his hips and took several deep breaths, acclimating to the warm clutch of her.

Donna clenched down on him with her inner muscles and elicited a growl.

“Damn, you are so tight…so hot.” He circled the shell of her ear with his tongue, then nipped her lobe, reveling in the shivers that rode her curvy, lush body.

Donna’s only reply was to squeeze his thigh, digging her nails into his skin, tightening her muscles around him, and sucking him deeper.

“Oh shit…” He had never been with anyone so responsive, had never been with anyone who suited him so well. She fit, inside and out, and the fact that his brother was sharing in their act of fulfillment only made the experience that much more perfect and sweeter.

Russ buried his face in her neck, licking and sucking her nape, marking her as she marked him with the succulent sweet aroma of her skin, her arousal. He would never react to the scent of vanilla the same way again, wouldn’t be able to inhale it in mixed company without getting hard and embarrassing himself.

Donna bore down on his shaft as he pumped his hips behind her, and Chance took his fill of her juices until she cried out.

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to her shoulders as he came, waves and waves of ecstasy crashing over him in a blinding rush of energy and light.

Chance slid up Donna’s body and was passionately kissing her by the time Russ came back to himself and opened his eyes to watch them.

“Let me taste.”

Donna turned from Chance, cupping Russ’s cheek as she turned to him.

Russ licked her lips and plunged his tongue in, moaning. Even secondhand, her flavor was enticing and robust, and Russ savored all the rich and subtle textures of her female juices.

After a long moment, he pulled out of her and ended the kiss. “I have to go take care of this.” He gestured to the full condom. “I’ll be right back.”

“You can walk?”

He chuckled. “Just barely.” He surprised himself when he got up on steady legs and headed for the bathroom, still semi-erect. He’d never had such staying power with anyone before, never been in such an unrelenting state of stimulation with anyone.

Maybe it was the situation and not just the woman, but he knew for damn sure that Donna was a big part of his invariable arousal.

What was he going to do if she decided that, even after everything they’d done tonight, this wasn’t for her? What would he do if she decided to make a choice between him and his brother?
Would
she choose between them or just decide not to be with either of them?

Russ couldn’t imagine a life without her now that he knew what she felt like wrapped around him. He couldn’t imagine a life without her since he had fallen in love with her.

Damn. He was fucked.

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Donna turned in to Russ’s body. She was sandwiched between him and his brother, two gorgeous men who had brought her to unimaginable heights last night and this morning.

They had also brought her to some frightening realizations, things about herself that she had never wanted to face, though she’d always known they were there, lurking beneath the hard exterior she put up for the world to see, her brave face.

Russ had cracked her, broken through that long- and well-maintained exterior, and she should have been angry at him for making her feel so needy and weak, but she wasn’t angry.

She’d wanted his treatment. God how she’d wanted him to discipline her, spank her into admitting what she needed, spank her into capitulation. But more than needing his discipline, she had been fully prepared to take anything he had to dish out to prove that she wasn’t weak, not even in her submission.

The experience had been cathartic, even if a little frightening, making her feel lighter than she had in a long time, not since before she had left home to go to college.

She’d let her experiences with Bo and, later, Peter color her world to a dismal gray of distrust, pessimism, and misanthropy. How was she able to help other women be optimists, find liberation and new lives, when she had such a dim view of the world, such a dim view of men?

Was this why she’d needed
two
men to bring her around? Was she that hard-ass, that damaged, that only two strong men in their own rights could get through her defenses?

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Angela certainly seemed to think so, that she needed Russ and Chance both in her life. Although Donna still wasn’t sure if she was worthy of two men like Russ and Chance, wasn’t sure if she deserved the thrill of having two men cater to her needs when so many other women were doing without the same comfort and loving. That she wanted them both and couldn’t imagine an existence without them playing integral roles was beside the point. She couldn’t have her cake and eat it too, could she? If she thought she had been punished yesterday for failing Naomi, then her gluttony was sure to put her on God’s shit list in a major way, right?

A big, warm palm came down on one of her ass cheeks and squeezed.

“Ouch.” Man, were her ass and pussy sore. It was an alien sore, but a good sore, a very good sore. “You mind?”

“Not at all.” Russ growled and bent his head to nuzzle her neck.

He inhaled deeply and pulled her against him so that she could feel the total brunt of his morning hard-on.

“You can’t be ready again.”

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, little girl.”

She should have been angry at the designation. But she wasn’t, just as she hadn’t been angry at his calling her a slave. What was that all about? Gloria Steinem would be snatching back her emancipated, independent female card in a flash if she got wind of this.

The problem was she felt like a little girl, inexperienced and in need of a strong and knowledgeable teacher, when she was with Russ.

Yet, she felt like such a woman of the world too, a sensual being ready to fully accept the power of her femininity and sex.

“Well, why don’t you show me what I’ve gotten myself into?” she purred. God, she was such a slut, a real glutton for punishment!

Chance pressed against her back as if in response to her thoughts, his semi-erect cock nudging her ass where Russ’s hand wasn’t.

Russ reached for her pussy and languidly caressed her moist curls.

“I think our girl’s ready for us again, Bro.”

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Donna shuddered at his use of “our girl,” never felt as protected and secure as she did when she was with these two men. They made her feel like she belonged, like this was right, while
she
just kept waiting for the bottom to fall out.

She trusted them with her body, her sexual safety and pleasure, but she still wasn’t sure if she trusted them not to leave her, not to abuse her ego. She thought she’d rather take a hit from someone like Luther or Morgan than have her emotions and psyche toyed with again.

Chance pressed his lips against her ear. “Are you ready?”

She patted the hand he had over her breast, and he tightened his hold as if he was afraid she would bolt. She felt his uncertainty and thought that, of the three of them, Russ seemed like the surest of them all—sure of his place in the world and his place with them. He was the leader of this little pack, and Donna wished she knew exactly where he was leading them and how far she would let him take her.

They had gone pretty far last night, further than she ever imagined she would go with kinky mind games. But she still wasn’t sure she was cut out for a life of submission, a life of being totally vulnerable at will—Russ’s will.

Donna swallowed hard and nodded in response to Chance’s question.

She watched him pass a foil pack over her to Russ and waited a few seconds before they were both sheathed and ready to take her.

Donna didn’t think she could be geared up for them again this soon after they’d had at her in the shower a few hours ago before they’d all settled into bed naked and cuddled together to fall asleep, but she was so geared up.

Russ slid down her body until his face was poised at her pussy, and her entire body tingled at seeing him down there ready to partake.

She squirmed, waiting for him to touch her, but instead almost jumped out of her skin when Chance squeezed some lube on her ass and began massaging it in and around her anus.

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Russ touched her then, spreading her lips with his thumbs before he bent his head, opened his mouth over her moist, warm pussy, and sucked heartily.

Donna closed her eyes and arched her neck, rotating and rocking her hips against Russ’s eager mouth. She was halfway to rapture with just Russ’s mouth, but then Chance slid a hand between her legs to sink two fingers into her wet cunt, twisting them and stimulating her inner walls to send her straight past “Go” to ecstasy. Russ simultaneously moved his efforts to her clit, licking and nibbling the engorged kernel of flesh, the guys’ familiar tandem act pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Donna didn’t lose herself completely, though, too aware of the game, waiting for them to put the brakes on and pull the rug from under her. In just the few times she had been with them, she had grown to understand how they operated.

And sure enough, as soon as she groaned her pleasure, unable to hold it in anymore, Chance removed his fingers, and Russ gave her one farewell stroke with his tongue before pulling away to lick in and around her navel, driving her insane with frustration.

“Oooh, you two make me so mad!”

Russ gave her a sound smack on the ass. “Are you itching for the riding crop so early in the morning?”

“What for?”

“Your insolence.”

“My
insolence
?”

“It’s not your place to make demands. It’s up to us to anticipate your needs and fulfill—”

“Well you’re doing a piss-poor job of it.”

Smack!

“Hey! Stop that!”

“I think the slave has forgotten her place,” Russ said, his voice dangerously low and sending her hormones into orbit with wanting him, wanting
more.

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Damn, she was a sick chippy. “I haven’t forgotten. I’m just saying, though…”

“And as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, it’s not your place to make demands. You have to trust us to know what you need and to give it to you. We may not give it to you exactly when or how you want it, but you will have your needs satisfied. That’s our job.”

Donna turned her head to risk a glance at Chance and see what he thought of all this and was confronted with the most stoic expression she had ever seen on him. Well, hell, Russ was certainly rubbing off!

Guess she couldn’t count on her gentle diplomat to back her up. Not like she ever could anyway, not where Russ was concerned.

Chance was the silent partner in all this, strong and his own man, but deferring to Russ, letting his brother run the show—just like she did—especially in this arena where he was less experienced.

And this is what made Russ the Dominant and her and Chance the subs.

This is what makes you love them both.

Smack!

She gritted her teeth against the sting, had half expected a lick for her defiance, but damn that stung. Maybe love wasn’t quite the word she was looking for in this situation. Right now she was feeling more annoyed and chagrined than in love. Men!

Donna turned back to glare at Russ, and he glared right back. She held his look for a long moment before finally dropping her eyes, cowed by his authority.

“Do you think we’re depriving you by not letting you come right away?”

It certainly felt like it to her. “Okay, I get it. You’re giving me a lesson on patience and self-control.” Like she hadn’t been exerting each in spades over the last couple of years? She’d been patient, detached, and
deprived
. She deserved a little pleasure and—

Smack!

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“What was
that
for?”

“That was for being a smart-ass, Grasshopper.”

She licked her lips and gave Russ her best saucy grin right before she felt Chance slide his hand between her legs again, easing one finger into her pussy and wiggling it.

“Oh!” She squeezed her legs together, pumping her hips against his hand.

“Do you want Chance to get you off?”

“Yessss.”

“Do you think you deserve to come?”

“No, but I want to.”

“And?”

“I’m sorry I was disrespectful, sir. It won’t happen again.”

Russ chuckled and smacked her ass again. “A likely story.”

* * * *

“You make a good Betty Crocker,” Donna said, taking a bite into a crispy piece of bacon and pointing the remainder at Russ as he took a seat at the kitchen island.