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“I understand,” she states proudly.
“And if you want us to stop completely, you sayred. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“You’re being punished, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replies with a needy look on her face.
“I want you to show us what a good girl you are,” I add. Her cheeks blush with that phrase. “It’s just like when you say your Hail Marys at church. Pay your penance, and you’ll be forgiven.”
Biting her lip, she smiles up at me.
“If you take your punishment, you’ll be rewarded,” I say. Kneeling in front of her, I add, “Do you want to know what your reward will be?”
She nods with a smile in her eyes.
“You get to watch your husband fuck me.”
Astonishment crosses her features. Then, her eyes dance to Caleb, and I can see the excitement she’s expressing. Turning my head, I see he’s wearing a coy smirk.
“That’s a good reward,” she replies softly, gazing up at her husband.
“I think so, too,” I reply.
Thirty-Six
Briar
It feels as if I’m living another woman’s life, and yet it’s a life I’ve always wanted to live.
Good Christian women don’t come to sex clubs. They don’t kneel naked on the floor between two men. Good Christian women don’t love every single second of this.
But even when I know I should feel shame, I can’t seem to find it. Maybe it’s because the love and trust I feel for both of them has me wrapped up in a blanket of security and comfort so I’m free to truly express myself—as are they.
This is the life I always wanted with Caleb, where we feel comfortable sharing every side of ourselves with each other—every flaw, every desire, every vulnerability.
At times, our marriage felt like roles we were forced into, with lines we never fully memorized.
As I stare into his eyes now, a sense of pride swells inside me. My husband is fiercely loyal and loving. But I know deep down he has spent so much of his life in fear—fear of his father and of judgment, but mostly fear for the ones he loves.
He would protect us at all costs, and that’s why I think Dean is so good for him. He supports him and carries that burden. Dean’s confident and carefree nature is like a mirror placed in front of Caleb, reminding him that everything is going to be okay.
Kneeling between two tall, confident, powerful men the way I am now, I wouldn’t expect to feel as comforted and secure as I do, but that’s what we are for each other. Even as we embark on this quote, unquotepunishment, I can surrender to the lust because they would never truly hurt me.
After they each remove their shirts, draping them on a hook by the door, Dean retrieves something from the bed. It’s a delicate metal chain with two clips on either side. Shivers roll down my spine with anticipation.
He drapes them over his fingers, holding his hand out toward Caleb. “Care to do the honors?” he asks.
“Gladly,” Caleb mutters, taking the clips.
Moisture begins to pool between my thighs. Every moment with these two is the hottest of my entire life. I will never tire of being the center of their attention.
Caleb squats in front of me with a hint of excitement beneath that broody exterior. When he stares into my eyes, it almost feels like breaking the fourth wall. For a moment, it’s just us—out of the scene. We’re both silently expressing how much we both love this.
“You’ve been a bad wife,” he whispers to me. His brows flick upward playfully. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning.
When I hear the chain rattle, I glance downward to see him pressing open one clip and letting it close around my right nipple. I hiss as the pain shoots through me. For a moment, I wonder if I’ll be able to endure it. But with an exhale, I lean into the throb, and it begins to subside, drawing more arousal from my belly.
