Maybe she didn’t realize how heavy a bottom she was, or how deep a submissive or masochistic streak she had.

Everyone would win.

Another thought rolled through him, the melancholy look on both Scott and Noel’s faces still weighing heavily on his mind that first night when he’d met her and divorce had been discussed as a hypothetical future event.

He leaned in, struggling to hold back his own release even as he felt another wave of orgasms sweep through her.

“You know,” he softly said, “there’s no reason why we couldn’t get you pregnant. I’ve always wanted kids.”

An even louder moan rolled from her, followed by a stronger wave of contractions as her ass squeezed his cock.

Holy. Shit.

How deep did the levels of her need truly go? Now that he’d made a breakthrough with her, he wanted to find the bottom of that well.

“Is that something you’d like, baby? The two of us taking turns trying to breed that sweet pussy of yours?”

Her back arched, deep, rolling cries of ecstasy escaping her as she tried to fuck herself against him.

“Then I think what you need to do is have a talk with Scott,” he said, his heart now racing. “If you’re ready for that, and it’s what you really want, then you get off the pill and let the two of us take over.”

She strained against her bonds, her fingers tightly fisted in the covers, beyond reason, it would seem.

No telling how much of this plan would remain in the light of day when sanity returned to her brain and the endorphins wore off, but yeah, he wouldn’t deny it was a hot fantasy. Unless they ever developed a vending machine where you could pop a baby out of it, it was adoption…

Or this.

His weight finally collapsed her all the way onto the bed, and still he kept her coming. With his mouth pressed against her ear, he said, “I think we’ll use the sex sling. Tie you up in it every night, use this Hitachi on you, and take turns fucking you until neither of us can get it up again. Maybe it’ll be my baby, maybe it’ll be his, who knows? Won’t matter, because we’ll make sure we breed you until you take.”

Another wave of orgasms.

Holy hell, she was coming hard and long. Yeah, she was a woman, but he could easily get addicted to the sensation of her ass massaging, gripping his cock.

“Beg me for it, girl,” he sternly ordered.

“Pl–please…Sir, please…fuck me…breed me…”

He had to drop the Hitachi and grab her hips, fucking her hard and fast as his climax took over, squeezing his balls and making his cock explode inside her ass.

He held himself there deep inside her as his balls pumped out every last drop of cum into her. Bracing himself on his arms, he lifted his weight off her, watching as her chest heaved, rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

“I think,” he slowly said as sanity finally started taking over again, “that you and I need to have a really long talk.”

She nodded.

Chapter Seventeen

Keith got her untied and sitting on the bed. When he removed the nipple clamps, she winced, and he reflexively sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth, soothing and easing the ache in them.

She stroked his head, hesitant at first, then with more confidence.

When he knelt in front of her, he took her hands in his. “Let’s go take a shower, okay?”

She nodded.

He helped her up from the bed, keeping one arm around her as he led her to the master bathroom and into the shower. Once the water was running, and after he’d washed off her and him both, he held her as she burst into tears, sobbing against his shoulder.

He’d expected this, had seen enough of it from other women at the club to know it was a possible result of her crashing hard and deep into subspace.

Maybe she flat-out needed a good, hard cry considering all the emotional shit she’d been through the past few weeks and months.

“Did you mean it?” she eventually whispered.

He didn’t want to sound like a dumbass, but he wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. “Which part?”

“Yes,” she said.

That left him even more confused. He tipped her chin so she had to look him in the eyes. “Did I mean which part, sweetie?” he asked.

“All of it.”

He weighed his words carefully. On the one hand, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and break her heart. On the other, he didn’t want to send her off into the arms of someone else, making Scott miserable in the process.

“I want you to be happy,” he finally settled on. “You’ve been beyond amazing, and I’ve felt badly that I haven’t been able to make this easier on you. I’ll do what you need me to do to make this easier.”

“That,” she whispered. “All of it. Everything you said. All of it.”

“Honest question. How drunk are you?”

“I’m not drunk anymore,” she said. “Not even buzzed.”

He touched her chin. “You really want to be my slave?”

She nodded.

He kept his finger there, on her chin. “You want me to do all those things I talked about?”

She nodded.

“You want me and Scott to get you pregnant?”

She nodded even harder.

Well, it definitely wasn’t the worst possible outcome. Not even a bad outcome, technically.

It just wasn’t in the ballpark of what he’d expected.

“You haven’t even seen me at my harshest,” he said. “How do you know you’ll want to be my slave?”

“Because I do.”

Lots of talking had to happen.

Lots.

Hours.

Weeks, even.

Between the three of them.

But for the next forty-eight hours or so, he could spend that time working with Noel, seeing if she’d really be that keen on the other side of things, when Scott got home.

He smiled. “He was right.”

“About what?”

“You are better at blowjobs than he is.”

She smiled, snuggling against him. “Told you.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the shower floor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.

“Then get me hard again,” he said. “This time, I want to try my girl’s pussy.”

* * * *

She eagerly worshipped his cock, licking and sucking his balls, even working her tongue up his ass when he turned and spread his cheeks for her to do so.

Anything.

She’d do anything to keep feeling the way she’d felt while he’d been fucking her. Owned. Controlled.

Not alone.

Cared for.

Desired.

Loved.

Wanted.

The fantasies he’d rumbled in her ear as he’d taken and owned her ass had made her come harder than she could ever remember coming before.

Some of them were fantasies she’d already considered herself a time or two, but had thought she’d have to apply copious amounts of alcohol to the men to make them happen.

She loved it when he held her head and started fucking her mouth, almost certain he was going to shoot the next load down her throat.

But no, he stopped, withdrew his cock, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her up to her feet, where he shoved her back against the tile wall. He nudged her feet wider apart and dipped his knees, using his fist to line up his cock at the entrance to her pussy. With her holding on to his shoulders, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed her chin again.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you like this,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

He smirked. “Yeah. That. You can keep saying that. From now on, that’s how you address me.”

She started to say something, but then his cock slid into her, making her gasp as he buried himself all the way, his body rubbing against her clit.

Then he reached up, grabbing her sore nipples and twisting. “You’re still getting nipple rings,” he hoarsely said. “Maybe even tonight. I have a friend who does piercings. I’ll give him a call. The weather’s not too bad for him to come out. Wouldn’t that be something, Scott coming home and finding you like that?”