e at the same time, one in my pussy, the other in my ass. They’d begun those preparations last night, ass training as they called it. The term was a little mortifying, but it had been fun. Besides, they wouldn’t push me past what I could take. And they’d only given me pleasure, and a spanking, which I’d never tell them I liked.
I took a deep breath, undid my jeans, pushed them down and over my hips.
“Turn around,” King said, his voice in that deep tone that had goose bumps rising on my arms. I complied. “Hands on the dresser. Good girl. Now down on your forearms. Yes, like that.”
I moved as he wanted, settling so I was leaning down, my butt out.
“Arch your back and show us that gorgeous ass,” Wilder added. “Fuck, princess, look how pretty those nipples look with the gems tugging them down.”
I felt how they were being pulled and that made me wet, which they’d be able to see in a matter of seconds.
Curving my spine, my butt thrust out. I’d always thought that part of me was too big since I’d always been considered the short and curvy girl, but the way King and Wilder grasped it, spanked it, stared at it, played with it, they liked it just fine.
I gasped when a cool drizzle of the lube slid down over me.
“Deep breath, princess,” Wilder said. Both men were behind me and I watched them in the mirror. I felt the cold press of the plug as it was worked in. Their gazes were on me there as the object was slowly pushed in. I squeaked when the broadest part stretched me wide, then it slid into place with a slick and silent plop.
“There,” Wilder said. “Gorgeous.”
King grabbed my arm and helped me stand, but with my pants just above my knees, I was a little off balance. He dropped down to his haunches. “Let’s get these off of you.”
I mechanically lifted one leg, then the other to help him. “We’re going to Steele Ranch soon.”
“That’s right. You’ll wear all your pretty jewelry to the dinner.”
I froze. “What? I can’t do that!”
King turned me about and his face was right in line with my pussy. “Yes, you can. And you will.”
“You aren’t serious,” I countered.
“Very,” Wilder added as he came back from washing his hands in my bathroom. “You can say your safe word if you want.” He arched a brow.
I wasn’t hurting. I wasn’t really uncomfortable. It felt weird. Awkward. Full. And the nipple gems only made a constant pull which set my arousal to a simmer. And they knew that.
“No, I’m okay.”
“Then you’ll do what pleases your men.”
“I need clothes at least,” I argued. That was where I drew the line, where they would hear me say red.
King kissed the bare skin just above my trim landing strip, then stood.
“Princess, no man will see you like this. That pretty jewelry’s just for us. Go find a skirt or dress to wear. Jeans aren’t going to be that comfortable with the plug and you’ll get a big wet spot from the way your pussy’s dripping.”
Duh. And god, I should be mortified, but King’s words just made me so dang hot. And wetter. Yeah, a skirt was definitely required.
With a little swat to my bare butt, they urged me toward my closet to find something that would work with gems in my nipples and a plug in my ass. Yeah, meeting my three half-sisters for the first time was going to be great.
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KING
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“How are you holding up?” I asked Sarah, pulling her into me for a hug. I kissed the top of her head, smelled her fruity shampoo. Felt the hard press of the gems dangling from her nipples against my chest.
She’d had an intense dinner, although everyone had been great. Riley had told everyone to expect us, but not why. He’d been the secretive lawyer to the very end.