Smack. Smack. Smack.
Rachel gasped, and then she began to cry. Her tears fell, but she still held herself tight, fought the release. She didn’t know how or why, but she knew it for truth.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Let it go, subbie. Now!”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The barrier inside her crumbled, an explosion that rocked her mentally and emotionally. Rachel cried, a loud, keening wail that felt as if it came from her toes. Her sobs, fierce and tempestuous, felt like a storm, a raging, deadly storm that tore away everything in its path not rooted deep.
She cried harder than she ever had, and memories, those damning, hurtful, haunting memories, revealed themselves to her as if they were shadow images fading in the brilliant light of her submission.
Arms surrounded her, and she clung, crying and crying, each moment easing every sorrow that had held her down for so very long.
They didn’t hush her, nor did they do anything but hold her. When her crying tapered to intermittent sobs and tiny hitches in her breathing, Rachel realized she was lying in the middle of the bed, pressed between her two naked Doms.
She took a cleansing breath. Trace reached over with a tissue and blotted her face. She looked from him to Brandon. Both men had tears in their eyes.
“Thank you, Sirs. I really needed that.”
“We knew that, but it hurt us—not giving you the spanking,” Trace said.
“It hurt us knowing how long you’d held everything in that had wounded you. That will never happen again, Rachel. If we think you’re holding things in…” Brandon left the rest unsaid.
“If you think I’m doing that, please, get after me.”
“Oh, you bet your ass we will,” Brandon said. “Now, speaking of your ass—on your stomach, Rachel. I need to see how bad it is.”
She immediately obeyed. Brandon was silent for a moment. “How does it feel?”
“Stingingly hot but not unbearable.”
Brandon placed a kiss on her bottom. His lips, which she always considered hot, felt cool against her flesh. “You’re red, but it doesn’t look swollen. I’m still going to perform some aftercare, though. Don’t move, please.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brandon got off the bed, and by the sound of his footsteps, she knew he was heading into the bathroom.
“I want to feel,” Trace said. He placed his hand there, a light caress. Then he moved, and she felt the slight touch of his completely erect cock against her.
He sucked in a breath. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt,” he said. Then he nuzzled her ear. “I wasn’t completely sold when Brandon and I discussed all matters Dominance and submission. Thanks to your very luscious self, I think I’m getting there.”
“I’ve never felt so freed as I did when Brandon spanked me. Garbage that had been weighing me down for years has now been vanquished.”
“Good to hear.” Brandon returned to the bed. He crawled up, and Trace moved back. Then Brandon straddled her. She felt his completely hard cock rest for a moment on her hot bottom. “That is one of the sexiest things, ever.”
His agreement with Trace’s statement made her cheeks heat. Thank goodness he can’t see.
“Aw, she’s blushing.” The laughter in Trace’s voice completely disarmed her.
She sighed. “I am. I’ve never had anyone so devoted to me before. I’ve never had two lovers before. And now I’ve got two wonderful Doms who are just that.”
“We’ve never shared a woman before,” Brandon said. “You’re our first, too.”
“Our first, our last, our only.” Trace leaned over and licked her ear. It tickled, and she shivered.
Brandon spread the lotion on her ass, and it immediately cooled her flesh. It really didn’t hurt all that much, but her reading had told her how important aftercare was to right-thinking Doms.
“There,” he said. He capped the bottle and set it on the bedside table.
“Sweetheart, come here.”
She turned to look at Trace. Recognizing the need she saw in his eyes, she crawled over and then onto him. Rachel opened her legs so that her pussy was on top of his hot cock. She shivered, because the heat of him on her clit simply exploded her arousal.
“I love you, Rachel.”
“I love you, Trace.”
“If we never have another child, I’m good with that. If you do get pregnant, I’m good with that, too. Brandon feels the same way. How do you feel?”
“Until I met the two of you, I just took it as a given that I’d never conceive a second time, because I hadn’t.”
“Stress can impair conception,” Brandon said. “And I’m willing to bet there was a bit of Divine intervention involved. It’s no wonder to me that you didn’t have a second child. You’d have been terrified of Buck hating another daughter.”
“I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m betting I won’t have to worry about doing it all on my own this time, either, if we do get pregnant.”
“That’s a sucker bet,” Trace said. “Because the God’s honest truth is you’ll never have to do anything alone, not ever again.” He helped her sit up on him and then reached up and caressed her left breast. “So, you’re willing to try getting pregnant?”
She thought of having another baby, boy or girl. Rachel knew gender would make no difference to these men. She could picture so clearly how Brandon and Trace would be with a baby, how loving, how protective. They’d be strong, wonderful male role models. They’d be that for the daughter they had right now and any other children that would follow.
“I really want to have your baby—yours or Brandon’s. In my heart and mind, that doesn’t matter.”
“Good.” Trace’s smile was the sweetest she’d ever seen on him. “Because we’ll both be the father of any babies you have.”
“Yes.”
“Condoms from now on only for anal sex,” Brandon said.
“Perfect.”
Trace lifted her, and she reached down and placed his cock exactly where she needed it. Rachel hummed as he lowered her, as his cock filled her cunt completely.
Brandon leaned
