want in life after all.”
Molly knew that for whatever reason, Richard assumed she would change her mind about being with two lovers—or, more succinctly, these two lovers. She knew that wouldn’t happen. She could tell him, tell them both, that she was in love with them. But a tiny voice inside her heart told her they wouldn’t believe her. Not yet.
So she would just have to stick around and do whatever Richard asked of her until he could trust that she would stay.
Molly appreciated the irony in that. They were in a D/s relationship where trust was paramount, and she trusted Richard and Alan, for that matter, with her life.
She thought Alan understood where she was coming from. So that left only Richard to be convinced.
What would it take to persuade him that she belonged to him for the long haul? Or did his lack of faith mirror his lack of desire for a permanent arrangement?
Molly closed her eyes and tried not to think about the sad truth.
Now that she’d finally achieved what she’d always longed to have, she found herself at the beginning of a new battle, and not at the end of an old one, sitting on the throne of success.
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Morgan Ashbury
Alan met Richard’s gaze over Molly’s head. When his master smiled, when he nodded, Alan stretched up and kissed him—a soft, fleeting kiss of thanks.
How had he ever gotten so lucky as to have a man like Richard in his life? No cruelty resided in this good man’s soul. Oh, he loved being master, and he loved handing out discipline. But, more often than not, a round with the paddle usually ended with hot, lusty sex.
Richard knew him better than he knew himself, and certainly knew him well enough to know that he wanted, right now, to fuck Molly.
The dynamic of the lifestyle Alan chose to live decreed that he would never indulge his desires without his master’s permission.
He cast a quick glance at the clock. Tea time. Perhaps he’d get up and make some. After.
Molly had been dozing for nearly an hour. Gently, Alan bent over her and kissed her cheek. When she made a tiny sound in the back of her throat, a sexy waking-up sound, he smiled and kissed her chin.
He lifted her arm, carefully moved it out of his way, and lapped at her right nipple. Molly moaned, this sound rife with awakening arousal.
“You taste good,” he said, his words soft in the late afternoon light. “Delicious and creamy one moment, hot and musky the next.
Your scent turns me on.”
“Mmm. Alan.”
It pleased him she’d already recognized his touch, that she could say his name with such yearning in her voice when only partially awake.
“Yes, Alan. I’m going to have you now.” He moved her off his master, laid her flat. A quick glance in Richard’s eyes assured him their master looked forward to the show he and Molly were about to put on.
He placed a line of kisses with tiny little licks of his tongue from her neck down, until his tongue traced the areola of her right breast.
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“Your nipples are a pretty pink and very sensitive. Look how they pebble for me, Molly.”
Her eyes opened and he watched her, watched as she watched him.
The bed jostled, and Alan didn’t need to look to know his master moved to give them more room. He heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and knew Richard picked a good position from which to enjoy watching them.
When Molly arched her back, offering him more, he took it. He trailed one hand down her chest and across her abdomen, until his fingers brushed against her sex.
“I love the feel of your cunt, Molly. Hot. Swollen from use. Wet.” He inserted fingers into her, showing them both, and Richard, the truth of his words. “Mmm, very wet and very hot. Your cunt wants to suck my fingers right in. It’s a hungry little thing, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes.” Molly moved her hips, trying to do exactly that—
capture his presence inside her. She moaned and her eyes drifted shut.
“Open your