Author's note: So this chapter is probably...80% porn? Basically, our favorite trio is thoroughly enjoying the honeymoon! I hope you do too!
Disclaimer: Um, no.
Chapter 11
Emma inhaled deeply, the rich scent of her French roast coffee banishing the final vestiges of sleep. She wasn't sure where this coffee had come from, but she planned on asking. She wanted to take some home with them. The boys were still asleep and Emma wanted to enjoy a few moments to herself.
They were having a wonderful time. They spent the last two days driving around, stopping in quaint French villages, eating far too much rich cuisine. They had dozens of pictures, some of the countryside, but most were just them being silly. She had some vague notion of putting them together in some kind of book, but she wasn't a very crafty person. Perhaps she could ask Mary Margaret about it when they got back. She was sentimental enough to understand what Emma wanted.
Still, aside from some hungry kisses and loving massages, they hadn't so much as touched her since the picnic. For her part, Emma had kept her promise, vowing to wait until she was one hundred percent again. She woke up that morning with an itch under her skin, a sure sign she was ready to resume their passionate sex life.
She planned to use her temporary enforced celibacy to her advantage.
After finishing her coffee, she padded back into the bedroom. There she found something she never expected to see. Killian had somehow migrated to her usual place in the middle of the bed, curled in on himself, head tucked under Liam's splayed arm. It was so cute, she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Surreptitiously, she snapped a picture. They looked like adorable puppies cuddled together for warmth in absence of their mother.
She bent over them and brushed a featherlight kiss to each brow. Then she went to take a shower. Hopefully by the time she was finished someone would be awake. She liked her downtime, but she liked not being alone better.
Killian grunted, wondering what was poking him in the shoulder. He woke, hearing water running. "Emma?" He raised his head, trying to get his bearings. His wife was nowhere to be seen, but Liam was the unknown something poking him. "Oh hell," he cursed, moving to sit up. Christ, that hadn't happened since they were children, off visiting relatives. Space was limited, so unlike at home, they'd needed to share a bed. Liam always made a point of being the one to face the door, just in case; his big brother, ever the protector.
Well, Killian was grown now, a bloody married man, and he didn't need his brother protecting him. He sniffed the air, the scent of coffee coming down the hall from the kitchen. Emma had certainly been awake early. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing back his fringe so he could see. It was getting a bit too shaggy in his opinion; perhaps he could stop and get it trimmed when they went into the city.
The water shut off and a few moments later a towel clad Emma stepped out. "Oh good, you're awake."
"You were up early."
She shrugged. "I thought I'd enjoy some time to myself."
"Are we boring you, love?"
She moved that way, no doubt looking ridiculous in her towel and homemade turban. "No, of course not." She rubbed her hands over his scruffy cheeks. "Loner habits are hard to break. I hoped someone would join me the moment I filled my coffee cup."
Killian kissed the tender skin of her wrist. She smelled of her body wash. "Ready for some company now?"
"I'd love some." She bent down to peck his lips. "Let me put some clothes on, then we can start breakfast."
"Why wait?" he said, waggling his brows suggestively. Seeing her skin beaded with water definitely did things to him. And it had been far too long since he'd had her. Even though it was for her own well being.
She lightly smacked his fingers. "Because I have a proposition for you two, a little something I've been thinking about."
"Now I'm intrigued."
"Good." She kissed him more firmly on the lips, sighing as his arms slipped around her waist. "Killian..."
"I can't hold you?"
"If you start, then my plan is blown to hell."
"Plans are overrated." He kissed over her collar, licking at the water. "I want you."
"I want you too. Later." She placed her lips by his ear. "Can you be a good boy for your Mistress?"
A hard shiver shot down his spine, hardening him instantly. Fuck, he loved when she toyed with him. He loved pleasing her, lived for it when she was in control. He blew out a breath. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"God, I love this." She pulled him close, his head resting on her towel clad breasts. "We're going to have so much fun today, Killian."
"I look forward to it." He kissed the curve of her breast. "May I brush out your hair?"
She smiled down at him. "Sure. Breakfast can wait a little while longer." They headed back to the bathroom, where Emma took a seat behind the vanity. Killian unwound the towel from her head, carefully scrunching it to get the excess water out. Emma sighed in content as he slowly, methodically brushed her long hair. It was very relaxing and Emma found herself closing her eyes as he alternately brushed and massaged her scalp. He pressed tender kisses to the tips of her ears, thumbs pressing into the base of her neck.
"Almost done, lass."
"Ugh, that feels good."
"What? This?" He pressed harder, moving up her neck and down again, his deft touch moving over her bare shoulders. "Does that please you?"
The corner of her mouth ticked up. "Hmmm, yes. Don't stop."
It was torture for him, indulging in his fascination with her golden locks, which led to those sounds tumbling from her lips. His erection had abated but now it was back, tenting his boxers. He knew whatever she had planned would be worth it, but he'd love nothing better than to fuck her right there on the vanity. There were far too many rooms in this villa they hadn't christened yet.
Emma felt him sway behind her, the hard ridge of his cock hitting her back. Even through the towel it was hard to miss. Perhaps her plan was a bad idea? How was she supposed to wait to feel him? Or Liam? Part of her wanted to say the hell with it and just stay in bed and make love until no one could stand up, but she wanted to see how they'd react to her little proposition.
Still, if she was in charge, surely she could have a little taste?
Killian was surprised when she lifted his hands from her shoulders. She spun around on the stool and looked up at him through her lashes. "You're mine today. Anything I ask, whenever I ask," she said slowly. "My handsome harem boys. Can you do that?"
Killian wet his lips, his cock twitching. Be her slave for an entire day? That sounded like heaven to him.
"Am I interrupting?" Liam asked, standing in the doorway. His eyes were on Emma, catching the last bit at the end. Indeed, it was difficult to look anywhere else, with the way she was eyeing Killian's straining cock.
She smiled, looking up at him. "Just in time actually."
"Wait til you hear this, brother," Killian said, shivering as her hands rested on his hips.
"I caught some of it. Something about a harem?"
"I was offering Killian a chance to be my slave for the day. What do you think?"
"Anything you wish, Mistress," Liam replied, his body responding to the pure lust in her eyes. If she looked at him like that, he didn't think he'd have any trouble granting her every wish.
"Killian?"
"But of course."
"In that case, it seems I'm getting a double treat before breakfast. And you get to watch. Don't take your eyes off the mirror."
Killian's eyes snapped to the mirror; Emma peeled the towel off her body, exposing every inch of her lovely skin. He groaned as her fingers slipped into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them over his hips. She didn't let him step out of them when they reached the floor; instead, she began to attack his skin with her lips and teeth, marking a wet path along the V of his hips. He felt her hand close around his sac, gently massaging his balls. He let out a strangled groan, unsure if that was allowed.
"Go ahead," Emma said, kissing the tip of his weeping cock. "Make all the noise you want." She smiled then kissed a path down the length of him, tongue teasing the sensitive spot at the base.
Liam watched her, rather than the mirror, his own cock already painfully hard. He wasn't quite sure what he'd signed on for, but he was excited to find out. Emma had a very good imagination; he was sure she'd make this a day to remember.
Killian's breathing was shallow, her mouth teasing him terribly. She favored him with long licks of his shaft, her hand wandering between his thighs. A sharp gasp left him as she expertly rubbed the spot between his legs.
"Hmm, you like this?"
"Bloody hell."
"I've hardly begun." Before the day was out, she wanted to give them what they gave her, more pleasure than they knew what to do with. She wrapped her hand around him, guiding his cock to her mouth. She moaned as she took him in, the taste of him exactly what she'd been craving. She laved him with her tongue, bobbing slowly, taking a bit more each time. This was her treat and she was damn well going to enjoy it. "Do you know how good you taste?" she whispered, lapping at his slit before swallowing him down again.
Killian's knees were trembling, the sight of Emma holding him in her thrall, sucking on his cock like she owned it (which she did), threatened to undo him. She alternated between long and shallow bobs, tongue swirling around the belled head. She reached back, hands kneading his ass, hoping to help him remain up right. Her slave was trembling, sweat beading his brow as she toyed with him. She could feel Liam's eyes on her and a fresh wave of lust hit her core. She was wet, aroused on by their surrender to her will.
She reached down and slid her fingers through her aching slit. "God, I am so fucking turned on right now," she said, pressing his cock to his belly so she could lick it from root to tip. "Such a pretty cock, Killian. All mine."
"Yours, Mistress," he bit out, fists balled at his sides. "May I...oh god...may I come? Need to come so fucking much."
"Soon." She pressed two fingers inside her cunt, riding them briefly before smearing her essence over the throbbing tip of his cock. He hissed and groaned, blown away by her wantonness. "Count to ten. Out loud. When you finish, you may come." Her tongue darted out licking him, tasting herself at the same time.
"One," Killian whispered, hardly trusting his own voice. At two, Emma took him back into her mouth, sucking him in earnest. His orgasm tingled at the base of his spine, so close, but he fought it, wanting to please her. He kept counting, three, four, five, six, then she took him so deep he hit the back of her throat. Seven was a shaky yelp, nails digging into his palms. Eight and nine were almost the same breath, he couldn't hold on, she was killing him with the warm wetness of her mouth. Ten and he exploded, coming with a great roar, his body unsteady. Emma held him by the hips as she swallowed, thick jets of his seed on her tongue. She released him after he was spent, Killian falling to the floor as his knees buckled.
A sharp pain ran up his thigh as his knee hit the floor awkwardly but he didn't care. It was almost instantly forgotten in the euphoria of his high. He crawled over to Emma and nuzzled her belly, thanking her over and over.
Emma smiled into his hair. "You were a very good boy," she said, sighing as he rubbed his face over her sensitive breasts. She looked up at Liam, who looked wrecked. His blue eyes were glazed over, jaw slack. "Go wash up while I take care of Liam."
"Aye, Mistress." Killian kissed the beauty mark on her right breast and managed to stand. He kicked away his boxers and headed for the shower. Emma, for her part, stood, beckoning Liam with her finger.
"Touch my clit," she ordered softly. Liam reached out, lightly massaging the swollen nub. She was soaked, a groan falling from her lips. "Oh yes."
Liam stared into her eyes, waiting for her next command. He still had to fight his need for control, the desire to push her onto the vanity and fuck her senseless. But Emma was his guide, his beacon, and this time she was in control.
Emma rocked into his touch, blatantly using his fingers to pleasure herself. "Suck my nipples," she breathed, leaning back and thrusting her chest out. Liam didn't hesitate, wrapping his lips around one pink nub and sucking hard. Emma moaned in approval, guiding his hand farther between her thighs. "Yes, just like that."
Liam shuddered, his cock straining in the confines of his boxers. After two days of no sex, he was painfully aroused, desperate for relief. He switched breasts, tracing the outline of her dusky nipple with his tongue. Emma gripped his hair, holding him there as she fucked his fingers. "More," she demanded. "Harder." He did as she bid, forcing her up onto the vanity so he had the leverage to finger her better. Emma twisted, reaching for his cock. "Mark me, Liam. Come all over me."
Liam grunted, trying to hold her steady and finger fuck her at the same time. All the while maintaining his own balance as she stroked him with those clever fingers. "Fucking hell."
Emma lunged forward, capturing his lips in a needy kiss. "More, slave, make me come," she ordered darkly. Liam shuddered, trusting her to hold herself up so he could manipulate her clit with his other hand. Emma cried out, reveling in every second, the pressure ready to burst. She squeezed his cock, thumb finding the leaking head, smearing pre cum over him. "Now, now, now!" she yelled, finally letting go, body trembling from the force of her high. Liam broke, screaming her name as he followed, the pleasure making his toes curl. Somehow Emma managed to stroke him until he was spent; both of them sagged against the vanity.
Emma tenderly pressed a kiss to Liam's sweaty brow. "Good boy."
Liam chuckled weakly. "I should think so." He looked up. "May I?" She nodded. He kissed her, slow and languid. It felt like little shivers over her skin. "We're all dirty."
"That was kinda the point."
"Plenty of room," Killian called.
Emma had already had a shower, but she didn't object to a second. Killian made no move to get out once she and Liam joined him and they had fun washing up and sharing wet kisses. After, Emma hurriedly dried off and dressed; it was past time for breakfast.
And if the morning was an indication they were going to need their strength.
"Still want to go into the city today?" Liam asked, appearing in the kitchen, dressed in snug jeans and a dark blue sweater. It brought out the color of his eyes and Emma had to bite her lip. He looked good enough to eat and she'd just had him less than an hour ago.
"Yeah. Half the fun of this will be seeing what I can make you do in public."
Liam cocked his head. "And how should we address you during those times?"
Emma stepped up to him, carefully plucking the chain from under his shirt. "Emma will be fine. Or love. Or any of those little pet names you have for me. We don't want to make it too obvious that we're playing a game." She closed her fingers around the tags. "However, in here, it's Mistress. Unless I say otherwise."
"And we have to do anything you say?"
"Yep. Like fetching me a spoon from the drawer. Or kneeling for as long I like. Or satisfying my...considerable needs."
"Sounds like a challenge, lass."
"And we all know how much the two of you love those," she replied with a smirk. "Are you in, Captain?"
"I said I was, didn't I?"
"I just wanted to make sure, since this is kinda your first time...really playing."
Tenderly, he cupped her cheek. "I trust you, Emma."
"Don't forget, good boys get rewarded. Generously."
"What happens to bad boys?"
"You'll just have to wait and see." She gave his ass a firm squeeze then stepped back. "Now, Captain, you're going to help me with breakfast."
"It will be my pleasure...Mistress." Together, they cut up fruit and made some pancakes and bacon. Killian entered the kitchen and Emma put him to work, checking the fridge and pantry for the right ingredients for that night's dinner. He flashed her a grin, understanding exactly how to play this game.
She relaxed the rules so they could eat; enjoying a quiet meal was more important to her than ordering them about. They were heading back into Rouen today, to explore more of the city, at least for a bit. She had a suspicion that the old city would lose its charm after a few hours. Getting them wound up in public was part of the fun.
"Afraid we have to walk from here, " Liam said, shutting off the engine. He had to keep his eyes averted, for nothing beyond his own sanity. Emma had tormented them both the whole way into the city, Liam by ordering him to shut off the GPS and drive without it (they got lost three times, Killian had to shout directions) and Killian by planting herself in his lap and ordering him to fondle her breasts. Liam caught glimpses on them in the rearview mirror—so reminiscent of the night they met—which he was sure was intentional on her part. One of these days they were driving into some field and fucking her every way they could think of in this car she'd bought. It was only fair.
He bit back a groan as they alighted on the cobbled side street; Emma's green eyes were bright with arousal, her nipples still hard under her shirt. But she spoke like absolutely nothing had happened, linking arms with both of them and heading toward the heart of the old city.
Emma looked up at the rows of houses and shops, awed by the sights and smells. The streets were narrow, too narrow for vehicles, and dozens of pedestrians wandered up and down, not really in a hurry. It was much different from pedestrians in New York; they were always in a hurry, flitting hither and yon. Hither and yon? She was spending too much time with Killian. The thought made her smile.
"Something funny?" Liam asked.
She shook her head. "Not exactly." On a whim she fished out her phone. "Here, take a picture of us." As the tallest, it was easiest for Liam to get them all in the frame. After the first one, Emma had an idea. "Over here." She urged them to the front of a shop—a bakery as it happened—and got him to take several more of them making the most ridiculous faces, just because she could. A few people looked at them oddly but Emma managed to ignore it. To them, they could simply be three friends enjoying the city. Until you looked closer and saw the matching rings on their fingers.
They walked deeper into the maze of streets and alleys, houses alternately made of stone or beams and mortar or brick. It lent an Old World charm to the place and Emma thoroughly enjoyed walking around. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't take advantage of her game and drag them into a dark alley for another kind of fun.
"Emma, I don't think there's anything down here," Killian said, following in her wake.
"That's the point, sailor," she shot back, looking over her shoulder. She flashed him a grin. "Now be a good boy and keep a look out for us." She beckoned Liam with her finger, looking up at him as he loomed over her. She backed up until she was flush against the wall. "Kiss me."
Liam nodded curtly, and lowered his head, capturing her soft lips. He kept it chaste until she literally hauled him against her, her low grunt at hitting the wall going right to his cock. "I said, kiss me," she commanded in a low voice.
Liam groaned, mouth back on hers in an instant. Emma's fingers curled around the chain, tugging, the metal digging into his skin as he devoured her lips. The slight pain was a shock to his system and he wanted. An image of himself bound and bent, Emma spanking him, flashed behind his closed lids and he momentarily lost the rhythm of their kiss. Emma grinned against his lips, pleased to find him shivering in her arms. "Tell me," she said.
Liam leaned his forehead to hers, breathing hard. "I liked it. The pain, just now."
Emma ran her hands over his hips and into the pockets of his jeans. "A little pain can be a good thing."
"I want you to spank me again, Mistress."
Emma bit her lip at the stab of lust in her core. "Perhaps if you're a very good boy," she murmured, squeezing his ass firmly. "Maybe one of the new paddles. You can help your Mistress break it in."
Liam wet his lips, wondering what the hell had taken him so long to enjoy Emma this way. Because it was a huge turn on. The fact that she was taking things slow, allowing him to figure how much and how fast, just made him love her more. "I'd really like to kiss you again."
She just smiled up at him and drew his lips back to hers. The kiss was hungry, passionate, Liam's cock pressing into her stomach. She palmed him through the layers, stroking until she felt his knees start to buckle. "Fuck me, Liam. Right here. So wet, shit."
"Emma?" he asked, a bit dazed.
"Do I need to repeat myself? Killian's keeping watch. Now fuck me."
Liam nodded, hastily yanking on his fly. His cock was throbbing, sensitive to the touch; the moment he was exposed, he picked Emma up, bunching up her dress, groping for her non existent panties. Cursing, he pushed inside her; of course she would go without knickers for her game. She moaned into his neck, relishing the thick burn as he stretched her. "Oh god yes."
Liam was helpless to resist her, fucking her with abandon. Her wet walls gripped him tight, still he took her with rough shallow strokes. Killian wasn't far away, his back to them, watching the end of the alley for intruders. Surely, he knew what they were doing.
Killian had his hands balled into fists; his hearing working perfectly. The sounds of the city would muffle the sex going on fifteen feet from him, but he could hear it. Every breathy moan, every cursed order, every slap of skin...he didn't need to see to know. Fucking Emma in a semi dark alley was something he'd wanted for a long time; it was something that was impossible in their London home. However, he trusted Emma in this game. He'd get his turn. Eventually. Somewhere. In the meantime, he'd enjoy listening to his brother make her fall apart.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Emma swore, her orgasm painfully close. "So fucking close."
Liam fused his mouth to hers, fingers fumbling under her skirt. He found her clit and rubbed it quickly, knowing they didn't have long. She shook in his arms, her walls fluttering, their kiss muffling her cry. He rode her through it, dragging it out, seeking his own pleasure. He came with a low grunt as Emma milked him dry. They leaned heavily against the wall, Liam's knees threatening to give out. "Fuck, that was hot," Emma panted, stroking his hair. Liam made a noncommittal sound, hoping that he didn't drop her. Her brazenness, ordering him about, the semi public sex...he definitely needed a few minutes to regain his bearings.
As soon as she stopped quivering, she lowered her legs to the ground. Liam moved, turning to lean his back against the wall, still trying to catch his breath. Emma righted her clothes and ran her fingers through her hair to tame it. Then she smiled up at Liam, tenderly cupping his cheek. "Such a good boy," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "Rest for a moment."
Satisfied that Liam would heed her, she headed back up the alley to where Killian was waiting. Silently, she touched his right hand; it fell open for her and she slipped her left into it. "Hey sailor."
"Emma." His voice was tight and she looked him up and down. The affect her tryst with Liam was evident, but still, Killian was smiling back at her. They may have been playing a game right now, but her heart swelled with love for him, touched his selflessness and devotion to making her happy. She tugged on his hand—their prearranged signal for temporary suspension of the game—and stood on her toes to kiss his lips. He hummed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her. She clung to his neck, happy to simply be held.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Aye. Enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah. I think I like this game," she said cheekily.
"You should. Being able to order us about surely holds some appeal."
"You like it too."
He smirked. "Only because it's you, sweetheart. Seeing you like that...you're glorious."
She moved her lips by his ear. "Your turn is coming up, you know."
He shivered. "Does the Mistress require servicing?"
She shrugged. "Maybe later," she said, slipping right back into her role. "I'm good right now. But you could get me something to drink."
"Done." There was a stand at the other end of the street. As soon as Liam rejoined them, they headed that way, no one the wiser to what they had been up to.
Their self styled walking tour took them down along the river; the Seine sparkled in the sun as it meandered through the heart of the city. A few small sailboats and motorboats lined the near shore; Emma saw Liam looking at them wistfully. On a whim, she decided they needed to talk a closer look. They met a young man Denys who offered to take them out on the river for a couple of hours.
"Sounds like fun," Emma said, glancing at her husbands. "Killian, can you ask him if we can bring some lunch? I'm starving."
Killian spoke slowly in French; his language skills were improving every day they were there and Emma seemed to enjoy it. Denys gave them the go ahead, recommending a restaurant just across the way that did take away. Liam stayed to help Denys get the little boat ready while Emma and Killian hurried to grab some lunch. It wasn't exactly what she had originally planned, but she couldn't say no to the look in Liam's blue eyes. She wondered how long it had been since he went sailing.
"A couple of years, I think," Killian said when she asked. "He and a mate used to go out on the weekends sometimes."
"Do I know this person? Why did they stop?"
Killian sobered. "Badly injured in a training exercise, love. Left England to get treatment in America, I think."
"I wonder why Liam's never mentioned it."
"I think they still keep in touch. I liked his wife; she was an interesting woman, the few times I met her."
"You guys weren't as close then, were you?"
Killian chuckled. "Certainly not as much as we are now, I'll grant you." He winked at her. Their reaffirmation as brothers was largely her doing. "We lived together, worked on the same staff. But our personal lives didn't intersect that much? Until we met you."
"I hope that's a good thing?"
Killian picked up her hand, kissing the knuckles of her left hand, just below her rings. "It's a very good thing. I have my two favorite people with me." She still looked skeptical. "Emma, you changed everything. I don't think any of us would have been truly happy, if we'd never met. This family is meant to be. I believe that."
"I do too. I couldn't have married you otherwise."
"That's the spirit." He squeezed her hand. "Let's get these back to the boat, eh?" Playing their game would have been insane with their new friend, so it was suspended in favor of having a good time on their little excursion. This was another first for Emma, the boat much smaller than anything else she'd experienced.
Denys insisted on life jackets while they were in sight of the pier; Liam was pleasantly surprised when Emma asked him to show her how operate the sail. She settled in his lap as Denys expertly guided them out into the current, the man studiously ignoring the blatant affection among them. He hadn't asked too many questions, although the rings were surely a dead giveaway. Liam smiled when his caught the light, folding his fingers through his wife's.
"Denys has some suggestions for when we get back," Killian informed them, sitting to Liam's right. "Something about a bookshop?"
"I think I read about it," Liam said. "I'd be up for some more exploring. Emma?"
She traced the line of his neck. "You should be careful what you wish for, Captain."
Liam swallowed. "I thought we were suspending the game for now?"
"We are. But that doesn't mean I can't tease you. Or think about all the things I want to do to you. Both of you. It's kind of a rush, having you both to play with."
"Hmm, I like the sound of that," Killian said. "If the weather gets bad, I'm sure there will be plenty of ways for us to amuse ourselves."
"I think it's my turn for the role play?"
"This doesn't count?" Liam asked, chuckling.
"Nope. This is a very specific type of play time, Liam. I think our role plays are different."
"You know, I never understood the appeal of that until we did it," he said thoughtfully.
"Because you had a mast up your arse for years, brother."
"Anyway," Liam said, glaring at his brother. "I'm open to something new."
"Perfect," Emma said, kissing him sweetly. "But I'm keeping it a secret for now."
"Minx."
"You love me."
"God help me, but I do. So very much." He kissed her firmly, not caring who could see them. Emma giggled happily, thrilled to see her beloved Liam slowly uncoil and embrace some spontaneity. "Lunch?"
"Sure." She scrambled off his lap and went to fetch the bags. She swayed a little, the tiny boat rocking much more than the large ferry. Killian caught her elbow and she nodded her thanks. Together they handed out the boxed lunches, including one for Denys. He tried to protest but Emma shook her head, insisting as best she could in halting French. He nodded his thanks and Emma left him, pleased with herself.
The food was rather good, despite Emma not knowing precisely what it was. After, they stretched out on the bow, staring up at the fluffy clouds scattered among the crisp blue skies. It was such a carefree happy moment; they laughed and told silly stories from their youth. They were all sad when it was time to go back, but the trio followed Denys's advice and walked in the direction of the bookshop he'd recommended.
It was called L'Armitière, actually one of two shops essentially back to back. Killian, in particular, was excited and Emma gave him permission to go browse. She could find him later. She liked the architecture of the building, the brick and the arches, the spaces between the arches covered in bookshelves stacks with books. Most of them were in French, so neither she nor Liam had a prayer of reading them.
"I took Italian," Liam muttered, running his fingers through his curls. "Although I might be regretting that now."
Emma laughed. "Aren't they like sister languages or something?"
He scratched behind his ear. "I think you're right."
"I, on the other hand, am sporting the grand GED," she joked, picking up a book. She recognized a handful of words from her app tutorial but not enough to understand what it was about.
"Emma, you are one of the smartest people I know."
"We're going to have plenty of fun later, Captain. You don't have to flatter me."
Liam took the book from her and replaced it on the shelf. "I wasn't. You are brilliant. Maybe not in traditional ways, but your way just might be better."
Emma found one of the nearby stools and kicked it over to her. She stepped up on it, making them level. "So Captain, how should I reward you?"
"Reward me?"
"For being an amazing husband. Man, brother," she lowered her voice, "lover."
Liam shivered. "I'm honored you feel I'm worthy of reward, love."
"You've been a very good boy." She kissed his lips softly. "Are you enjoying the game?"
He nodded. "More than I thought I would."
"I think you'll like it even better later. Remember all those things I want to do to you?"
"Which you never enumerated."
"It's not as fun if you know it's coming." She pulled him in for another long slow kiss. "Now I want you to go find us some new books for us to enjoy at home. I'm going to go find my other other half."
Liam rubbed her back. "Enjoy yourself."
"I plan to." She stole another kiss and got down. She waved at Liam before going to explore the stacks. It took her longer than she expected to find Killian, but he seemed very pleased with himself. "Something interesting I hope?"
He grinned at her, pleased she'd come to find him. "Perhaps. Want to see?"
"Sure." She accepted...something. At first she thought it was a book, but it was more like a series of cards? The front were written in French but the backs were in English. Her eyes widened when she realized what they were. "You found sex...flash cards?"
"Of a sort," he replied, still grinning. "A good addition to our treasure chest, do you think?"
"I don't know. Sounds kind of insulting, like we can't come up with ideas on our own." But she was teasing. They were filled with all sorts of things, embarrassing sex questions, diagrams of positions, role play ideas. She thought they were great.
"Might I suggest trying them out before dismissing the idea?"
She bit her lip. "I'll consider it." She laid the cards aside. "But for now, Commander, we have a problem."
"What's that?"
"Your Mistress needs to be serviced."
"I am at your disposal."
"See that stairwell?" she said, pointing over his shoulder. It had a sign that probably said "authorized personnel only", just a guess really considering it was orange and had a slash through the figure walking up the stairs. "Meet me in there in three minutes. No sooner, no later. Got it?"
Killian laid aside his book and nodded. "Aye."
Emma brushed past him and walked in that direction, looking very calm. Inside though, her heart was racing, anticipation thrumming through her veins. Killian was very good at the game and she didn't have to hold as much back with him. She glanced to either side, checking that no one was watching, and slipped inside the stairwell. The staircase itself was narrow, and metal, but it would be enough for her purpose. She sat down and kicked off her shoes. Then she opened the book Killian had been holding; as she suspected it was an erotic book. She flipped through it, studying the pictures. Some of the positions were very familiar; over the last year or so Emma had contorted her body in ways she'd never imagined for her very skilled lovers. She felt herself getting wet, just thinking about it. Her skirt rode up and she slipped one hand between her thighs. The remnants of her tryst with Liam were still there, dry now, but it only fueled her need. She couldn't help it; she got off on having them both, always had.
Killian kept his eyes on his watch; at two minutes and thirty seconds, he started for the stairs. No one stopped him; he could only imagine what his face looked like. Briefly, he checked for anyone watching, then slipped inside. As soon as the door clicked shut, his eyes alighted on Emma, sitting on the stairs, legs spread, fingers playing with her clit as she stared at the book she'd stolen from him. A soft groan rumbled in his throat. Emma pleasuring herself never failed to make him hard.
"Right on time. Well done," she drawled, not stopping her fingers. "Kneel in front of me." Killian hurried to do so; the construction of the stairs but him eye level with her cunt. "Don't touch. Not me, not yourself. I want you to watch. If you disobey, I will leave you here unsatisfied. Do you understand?"
"Aye, Mistress."
Emma laid the book aside, her hips were rolling of their own volition, little gyrations against her teasing fingers. She cupped her mound with one hand, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit. "Look," she commanded. "I've had Liam's cum sliding down my thighs all day. Since we fucked in that alley." She spread herself wide, allowing him a good view of her swollen flesh. "Did you enjoy that? Could you hear us?"
Killian swallowed, pants painfully restricting, hands once again balled into fists. "I heard you."
"My Commander enjoys that, don't you? Watching, listening, waiting your turn so obediently." Emma bit her lip, feeling herself getting wetter. She looked at him long enough so see his eyes glued to her cunt, the movements of her hand. Abruptly, she struck the slick flesh, barely remembering to bite back the loud moan. She spanked herself another handful of times, relishing the way Killian's breathing hitched.
"You can't wait until I do this to you," she accused. "Spank you, fuck you. Do you need your Mistress to fuck you, Killian?"
"Yes," he replied in a strangled whisper. He needed to feel the burn and stretch as she penetrated him, the sheer look of ecstasy on her face. He rarely came as hard as he did when she toyed with him like this, dominated him. She was a gift and he didn't plan on taking her for granted.
Emma did moan then, sliding two fingers into her cunt. "After I come, I want you to fuck me from behind, fuck me the way you want to be fucked, Killian."
Killian blew out a breath, his cock throbbing how. He watched avidly as Emma brought herself off, riding her fingers, eyes squeezed shut. When she came down, she held out her fingers to be licked. Which Killian did without hesitation. "May I fuck you now, Mistress?"
Emma nodded, turning and yanking up her skirt. The metal of the stairs would be hard on her knees but she knew it would be worth it. Killian fumbled with his pants, growling in frustration when they proved difficult. The moment his cock was blessedly free, he positioned himself behind her and slowly pushed forward. Emma mewled softly as he sank in, every inch of him burning her in the very best way. This was her second reckless semi public sex of the day and she loved every moment. "God, you feel amazing."
Killian slowly rocked his hips, sliding in and out, seeing her essence glisten on his shaft every time he pulled out. He thumbed her puckered hole, quickly stretching down to gather some moisture. He return to his task, massaging on every inward thrust of his hips, Emma trying desperately to hold back her moans. "Oh my god, more," she panted. "Fuck me!"
"I love when you take your time," he said, voice cracking. "You go so slow, building and building and building, especially when you give me a cock ring. It just builds and builds; I never want it to stop. Fuck me until I'm begging, pleading to come. Please Mistress."
"I won't give you anything if you don't fuck me right now!"
Killian snarled, grabbing her by the ass. He held her still as he drove into her over and over and over; Emma had to bite her hand to stop from screaming. Her orgasm seemed to ripple through her body, wave after wave, white hot pleasure burning her from the inside out. She was so lost in it, so much that she hardly realized Killian was following her, thick jets of his seed coating her walls. Gradually, they both went still, Killian resting over Emma's back.
"Oh my god," Emma whispered at last. She groped for his hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss. "Thank you."
"Merely fulfilling my duty," he replied, chuckling breathlessly.
Emma shook her head, gently pushing him to sit up, her own muscles protesting. Once she was facing him, she touched his cheek. "I love you."
"And I you, Emma." They kissed sweetly then started the less fun task of righting their clothes. Before they left the stairwell, Emma pulled him in for a kiss, weaving her fingers into his hair. Killian hummed happily, secretly looking forward to whatever else she had in mind for them today. He ducked out of the stairwell first, Emma gently ordering him to track down Liam so they could leave. She wanted to go home.
It took them over an hour to find the car again, Emma and Liam in the back while Killian drove. She requested the scenic route back to the villa; she was still buzzing from her high, the thrill of having them at her mercy, ready and willing to do anything she asked.
When they returned to the villa, Emma stretched her hands over her head dramatically. "Hmm, I'm tired," she said, not feeling tired in the least. But she did enjoy the way her sailors' eyes roved over her body. Everyone knew the pleasures of the day were nowhere near over. "I think I might take a nap."
"Would you like company, Mistress?" Killian asked.
"No, I have plans for you two. Killian, you're to clean the kitchen. From top to bottom. I want to be able to eat off the floor. Do you understand?"
"Aye, Mistress." Emma smiled, already picturing him stripped to the waist, sweat beading on his brow.
"Oh and do it in your boxers, we wouldn't want your clothes to get ruined."
She turned to Liam. "Go ask Rene if he'd like some help chopping up that stack of firewood out back. I'd like to eat dinner in front of a crackling fire." She looked him up and down. "I love this sweater." She ran her hand over his chest; he licked his lips. "You should leave it here."
"Yes, Mistress."
"When you're finished, I expect to find you kneeling next to the bed. If you've done a good job, perhaps we'll play." She looked from one to the other, smiling when they nodded in understanding. "Now go!"
Each brother went their own way, Killian to the kitchen, Liam to the front door. The latter stripped off his blue sweater and laid it aside before heading out the door. Emma snatched it up and carried it to the bedroom, getting a peak at Killian stripping as she turned the corner. She herself took the opportunity to relax, change into some of their clothes and stretch out on the huge bed to read with her iPad. The windows were heavily curtained for privacy but they faced the back of the villa and it wasn't long before Emma heard the heavy thud of an ax. The temptation eventually became too much and she scrambled off the bed to peek. She pulled the curtain back just enough to see Liam bent over a stave of wood, ax swinging in a smooth arc, muscles rippling under his skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, nipples hardening under the shirt. Jesus, she needed to watch them do manual labor more often. The longer she watched the wetter she became. Liam's face was a mask of concentration; she yearned to know what he was thinking.
Liam didn't know how but he sensed he was being watched. He wasn't fooled by Emma's protestation of tiredness; he knew she was just toying with them. Rene hadn't asked too many questions about Liam's request; he suspected the old man was grateful for the help. He tossed another broken stave onto the pile, pausing a moment to swipe at his brow. If Emma was watching him, then she would get an eyeful. He set up another, methodically breaking it up into four relatively even pieces. It felt good, muscles burning just right as he fell into a rhythm.
This game was definitely more fun than he expected. Although following orders was something he'd done all his life. Doing it to please Emma, anticipating her reward (or punishment), was new but not as hard as he once believed. He trusted her in a way he'd never expected, but now wanted to embrace. He hoped she was enjoying the show.
Emma had to look away, hand rubbing over her mound. This was more difficult than she anticipated, waiting for them to finish their tasks so she could have her way with them. The newness of the game was working against her; she wanted them back in bed. Now. However, she'd made the rules, so it was up to her abide by them. She sucked in a few calming breaths, then tiptoed from the room to check on Killian.
That was a mistake.
Just as she requested, he was almost naked, boxers hanging low on his hips. He was bent over the counter, scrubbing away, the muscles of his back flexing with ever stroke of his powerful arms. Emma bit her lip; she wanted to take a bite out of him, get her hands on his tight ass. She had to look away, lean back against the wall, taking shallow breaths. When she looked back, he was stretched out, reaching toward the top of the cabinets, minute speckles of dust shining in the late afternoon light.
Killian shook out the rag he was using to dust, then turned back to the sink to soak it. He thought he caught a flash of pale skin out of the corner of his eye; of course Emma would come to make sure they were following her orders. Having watched her do simple household tasks completely nude, he understood the appeal. He was game for pretty much anything if it brought her pleasure. He knew she'd reward him for a job well done.
Emma watched for a few minutes more then forced herself back to the bedroom. She went right for the treasure chest, choosing her toys carefully. It was so tempting to take one of her new vibrators to the shower and get herself off, but she managed to refrain. The boys would be finished soon, then they could really have some fun. Instead, she arranged them at the end of the bed and covered them with a towel, then tried to return to her reading. She used Liam as a gauge, as the pulls of the ax slowed, she put her reading aside and flopped down, feigning sleep off and on. She had one ear trained on the hall; she'd be able to hear them coming.
Liam finished the last stave, throwing the pieces onto the sizable stack he'd built. He selected a few for their fire and brought them inside with him. After putting them by the fireplace, he moved toward the bedroom, sweat still sliding down his back. He knew he should be tired but he felt wide awake. The closer he got to the bedroom, the more excited he became, more than ready to accomplish whatever Emma wished him to do next. She appeared asleep and he obediently knelt beside the bed after removing his shoes and socks.
Killian tossed the dirty water off the back porch and padded back into the villa. The marble counters and chrome hardware sparkled in the sun; it might have looked better than when they arrived. He was proud of himself, hoping Emma would be pleased. Her words from the stairwell haunted him; he needed to earn her approval or he'd be left wanting. It was too awful to contemplate.
He washed his hands and forearms, then walked to the bedroom. Liam was already there of course, to Killian's surprise, kneeling obediently. His head was slightly bowed; he appeared deep in thought. Killian knelt beside him, hands resting lightly on his thighs. Emma lay in the bed; at first blush, she appeared asleep, but her breathing was too regular. He'd witnessed blissfully asleep Emma often enough to know when she was faking. But all they could do was wait for her.
Emma kept them waiting a few more minutes, listening to them breathe. When she could stand it no longer, she stretched and yawned, rolling onto her back. "All finished?" she asked, turning to look at them.
"Aye, Mistress," hey said in almost perfect unison.
Emma smiled even though it was unintentional. She crawled to the edge of the bed, eyes roving over them. She could smell the sweat drying on their skin; she yearned to taste it. "It certainly appears you worked hard. But I'll need to see for myself. Stay here, don't move." She stood up and left them, striding toward the kitchen. Looking at the gleaming counters, she couldn't get the earlier picture of Killian out of her mind. She made a mental note to christen the kitchen before they left. Satisfied, she went out onto the porch to check on Liam's work. The wood was stacked neatly in its box; ever the Captain, her Liam.
"Well done," she said, returning to the bedroom. She reached for the towel covering her chosen toys; Liam's eyes went wide and Killian audibly moaned. She had his new strap on lying there; he desperately wanted her to use it. He was hard just thinking about it. Emma stepped up to him, fondly running her fingers through his hair. "Patience, Killian."
He boldly leaned forward to nuzzle her belly. She was wearing one of his shirts...and nothing underneath.
"Hmm, so eager," Emma said with a slow grin. "Do you think you've earned playtime, Killian?"
He pulled back, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "Yes, Mistress."
She lifted her foot and lightly rubbed it over the crotch of his boxers. He groaned. "Take these off, then get up on the bed. Arms above your head, legs spread." The moment she removed her foot he moved, hastening to obey. Emma turned her attention to Liam. "Did you enjoy chopping firewood?" she asked.
He nodded. "Aye, Mistress."
"You piled them very neatly."
"Aye, Mistress. Was that...wrong?"
She cocked her head at him. "Isn't the whole point of this for you to let go, Liam? To lose some of your precious control?"
Slowly, he nodded. "I do wish to learn, Mistress."
She cupped his chin. "There's my good boy." She drew her shirt up her stomach, exposing her mound to his hungry gaze. "Lick."
Liam braced his hands on his thighs and leaned forward. He kissed and licked and nibbled at her, Emma shivering when he found her clit. He sucked on it greedily and she widened her stance to give him better access. One hand fisted in his hair, mewling as he pleasured her. The rough tug went straight to his cock, hardening him until his trousers were painful.
Emma felt her knees weakening; it was getting more difficult to remain upright. "Stop!"
Liam pulled back reluctantly; tasting her was one of his favorite things. Emma peeled off the shirt and tossed it aside. "Out of those pants. And stay here." She wanted Liam to watch, to see her toy with Killian, see how much he enjoyed it. Killian was exactly where she left him, cock weeping now. She knelt between his splayed thighs, reaching for the riding crop. Carefully, she trailed it up his legs, featherlight strokes of his skin. "I just want to lick every inch of you," she said, the leather of the crop grazing his cock. "Fuck, you're hot."
Killian wet his lips, fingers gripping the pillow under his head. He watched as Emma bent down, lips teasing his inner thighs, fingers slipping between his legs. When she rubbed the sensitive spot there, he jerked, cursing.
Emma swatted his stomach with the crop. "Stay still or I'll have to tie you down."
"Aye, Mistress."
She went back to her exploration, hands sliding over the flushed skin, lips trailing in their wake. She traced his muscles with her tongue, left a couple of lovebites on his belly. She moved higher, straddling his hips, careful not to allow their hips to touch. She gently bit his nipples, relishing his moans. She worshipped every inch of him, laving his neck and collarbones with wet drags of her mouth. Killian struggled to remain still, every flick of her tongue making him want. She curled her fingers around his tags, tugging sharply. "Who do you belong to?"
"You, Mistress," Killian moaned, fingers flexing. He was gripping the pillow so tight, it hurt.
"All mine." Emma moved to his neck, biting down, marking him. She sucked at his pulse, which fluttered under her tongue.
Killian's eyes were glued to the mirror above them, drinking in the sight of Emma using his body as her own personal toy. He panted, shaking under her. "Please," he pleaded. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Spank me! Fuck me! Please, Mistress. I need."
Emma moved, reaching for the new strap on. Much like the old one, it had some stimulation for her as well. She slipped it on, buckling it place. She laid the paddle she wanted to use beside him, then knelt between his thighs. "You want this?" she asked, stroking the dildo with one hand and running her fingers over his red throbbing cock.
Killian thrust his hips up, nodding vigorously. "Yes, Mistress!"
"My sweet Killian," she crooned. "So eager to have his ass played with. Fucked. God, it makes me so fucking wet." She could already feel it sliding down her thighs, the sticky wetness of her arousal. Quickly, she slipped a cock ring on him then bent over him, kissing his lips hungrily. "On your knees, ass up, head down."
Killian nodded hurriedly, moving so fast, he almost got tangled in the duvet. He moaned into the pillow as he felt the dildo slid over the crack of his ass.
Liam still knelt at the side of the bed, his eyes fixed on Emma, cock aching with need. He watched her put lube on her fingers, beginning to gently tease. Killian's moans were almost constant, enjoying everything Emma did to him. Liam's fingers twitched, itching to take himself in hand as he often did while watching them play. Emma hadn't forbidden it, but she hadn't granted permission either. He was torn, the need for relief almost overwhelming.
Emma worked two fingers into Killian's ass, preparing him carefully. This model was bigger than the old one; she didn't want to hurt him. The sounds he made were driving her crazy; was this how they felt when she moaned and writhed, pleading to be fucked? Killian rocked back onto her fingers and Emma twisted slightly seeking the ultra sensitive place inside him.
Killian shivered, whimpering her name, as a powerful ripple of pleasure coursed through him. "Oh fuck yes," he mumbled into the pillow. "So good, Mistress."
Emma kissed his lower back. "Fuck my fingers," she commanded softly. Killian rolled his hips back, rocking, mewling at another stretch; Emma slipped a third finger in, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. All she saw was joy. She removed her fingers; Killian whimpered at the loss. The he felt a sharp crack on his ass and he had to clutch the pillow to keep from screaming.
"No," Emma commanded. "Count them. Out loud. Don't you dare hide from me."
"Y-yes, Mistress," Killian bit out. Every slap of the paddle made his cock twitch, swelling even more against the ring. He got to fifteen before she stopped, his ass red and stinging. But he loved every second. Emma kissed the heated flesh, soothing him with her hand. She rimmed him with more lube; he moaned. "Oh yes, please, please!"
Emma coated the phallus with lube. "Hold still." She pressed the tip of the dildo to his hole and pushed her hips forward. Killian forced himself to relax, the burn so good he wanted to cry. This dildo was bigger than he was used to but it felt incredible. Emma took him with shallow thrusts, easing deeper inside him on every drive, just as he'd asked. She paused when she bottomed out, letting him adjust to the fullness.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Killian moaned, his orgasm already tingling at the base of his spine.
Emma slapped his ass cheek. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Yes! So fucking good, Mistress."
She pulled almost all the way out and added another dollop of lube. Satisfied he was sufficiently slippery, she rolled her hips forward, the little fingers at the base of the strap on stimulating her clit. She gripped his hips the way he so often did for her and began to fuck him in earnest, not letting up as he cried out. Blood rushed in his ears, his own voice sounding hollow and far away as he begged for more. Emma adjusted the angle, striking home. He trembled hard, the pressure inside him cresting higher with every thrust of their hips. He moved with her, chasing his orgasm. The dam burst; it felt like his cock was exploding, thick streams of cum spurting onto his skin, the duvet. It lasted so long, he was this close to blacking out. Emma rode him through it, wringing every drop of pleasure she could get from him.
The moment she slipped out of him, Killian collapsed, body utterly sapped. Emma unbuckled the strap on and tossed it aside. Tenderly she turned him onto his back and removed the cock ring, allowing him to soften. She peppered his lips with kisses, whispering soft praise. "Such a good boy, Killian. Rest now." She tugged the duvet out from under him and chucked it to the floor.
Still unsatisfied herself, she turned back to her other plaything. Liam was still kneeling but his hand was wrapped around his cock. Her face hardened. "What do those tags around your neck say?"
Liam let go, cheeks flushing. He'd been caught. "Property of Emma Swan-Jones, Mistress."
"That's right. Which means every inch of you is mine. Including that cock. Did I give you permission to touch my cock?"
"No, Mistress."
"So why did you?"
Liam shrugged. "I don't know, Mistress."
Emma climbed off the bed, gesturing for him to stand. He did so, sighing at the ache in his knees. It was difficult kneeling for that long. But he'd done it for her. And somehow still managed to break the rules. Emma shoved him against the tall bedpost, wrapping a scarf around his wrists. "Since you can't keep your hands to yourself."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"You were a bad boy, Liam. And now I have to punish you." Liam shivered at the word "punish;" he'd quite enjoyed his last punishment. Emma shook her head. "Ah, ah. No spanking. You want that, don't you?"
Liam visibly deflated. Now he realized what Emma already knew. He'd disobeyed on purpose, hoping to be punished. He'd naively expected that punishment to be a good spanking. "Aye, Mistress," he said in a small voice.
"Now you have to earn it." She trailed her hands down his chest. "You're going to stand here and take it. Whatever I do to you. Do you understand?"
Liam swallowed, wondering just what the heel he was going to do to him. "Yes, Mistress."
Emma picked up her bullet vibrator and turned it on. She laid it over one of his nipples; Liam inhaled sharply. His fists clenched tighter as she swirled it around the peak until it hurt. Then she moved to the other and gave it the same treatment. While she did that, she touched herself, fondling a breast. She moaned, core clenching. "See what you've made me do? I have to punish you when all I want is to fuck you. Don't you want your Mistress to fuck you?"
"Yes," Liam bit out, rolls rolling involuntarily. If she wanted to tie him up and ride him until he blacked out, that was fine with him.
Emma moved the bullet lower, sliding over his belly. "You liked watching."
His hips jerked as the bullet moved over the delicate skin of his hips. "Yes."
"You always like to watch, my dirty Captain." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Killian's watching us. Right now."
Liam shuddered; his cock was throbbing now and she hadn't even touched it. "I'm so sorry, Mistress. I swear I'll be good. Please!"
"Your punishment isn't over." Emma switched off the bullet and dropped to her knees. She groped for a dildo and trailed it through her wetness. Then she dragged it over his engorged cock. "Whatever happens, do not come."
Liam nodded hard, groaning as Emma stretched out on her back. She made him watch as she fucked herself with the thick dildo, hips rising off the floor with every wet slide. She was so slick it glided in to the hilt, making her mewl in pleasure. She wanted the real thing, Liam's hard smooth shaft dragging along her walls, skin on skin, moaning so beautifully as she rode him. But he'd been bad, so he had to earn it.
That didn't mean she had to suffer in the meantime. She looked up, two pairs of blue eyes on her, pupils blown. Killian's hair was a mess, his jaw slack as he drank in the erotic scene. Liam strained against his bonds, biceps bulging, the cords of his neck standing out against his skin. He realized that he probably could have gotten out of his bonds if he chose, but he refused to disobey her again. Not when he felt like he was going to burst. If she denied him her body now, he might lose his mind completely.
Emma reached down and swiped at her clit, sighing in relief. She needed to come, needed them to watch her; she never felt more powerful than when they were watching her orgasm. "Oh yes, yes," she whimpered. "So close, fuck." A couple more flicks of her thumb and she was there, a long load moan echoing in the room as she rode the dildo through it. She shook with aftershocks, panting for breath. Eventually, her eyes opened; Liam looked wrecked. She smirked up at him and pulled the dildo out. She scrambled up to her knees, tossing it on the bed to be cleaned later. She did clean her hands with a wipe, moving to stand right in front of Liam. "Are you going to be a good boy?" she asked, fingers curling around his shaft.
"Yes!" he cried, so happy she was finally touching him.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Mistress," he added, cursing himself for forgetting.
Emma smiled and reached around to untie the scarf. She continued to stoke him, loving the way his eyes rolled back in his head. "Killian, hand me that paddle." Killian obeyed with alacrity, moving to the far side of the bed, to give them room. He'd missed Liam's first spanking; he never got to see it from Emma's point of view. He just knew how it felt, which was fucking amazing.
Emma looked up at Liam. "Bend over."
Liam rubbed his wrists but did so. This bed was higher than theirs, so this was actually a little more comfortable for him. He didn't have to bend his knees. He closed his eyes, waiting with bated breath for the first blow. Emma weighted the paddle in her hand, then lightly stroked his pale flesh with it. She was going to enjoy this. She moved to Liam's left and brought the smooth wood down on his right ass cheek. He hissed in surprise but the sting faded quickly. He moaned, hips rutting against the bed.
Emma went slowly, never striking the same place twice, altering the force. She soothed the pinking skin between blows, her thighs growing slick once more. She knew spanking the eldest Jones would be fucking hot. And his moans were perfect. Liam fisted the sheets, toes curling from the intensity of it. He almost didn't want her to stop, it felt so good. But his cock was painful now; he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back. She was testing his limits and he loved it.
After twelve swats, Emma stopped, tossing the paddle onto the bed. She laid her hands on the warm pink skin, gently fondling him. "I want to fuck this ass so badly, Liam." She rocked her hips against him, bending down to kiss along his spine. She whispered praise, so proud of how far he'd come.
Liam shivered, biting his lip. "Could you...show me, Mistress?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He wanted to take the first step; he was ready.
"Okay, up on the bed, on your knees." Liam did so, feeling the bed dip behind him. Emma gathered some of her own slickness and spread his cheeks, kissing the puckered hole. Liam sucked in a breath, trying to relax. She licked and teased, pressing lightly with her finger. She reached around his hip and stroked him with her other hand, which relaxed him considerably. "Still okay?"
"Aye."
She smiled and got the lube. She squeezed some onto his skin, then more on her fingers. Deftly, she began massaging, whispering soft encouraging words. Much like they had before taking her ass for the first time. Her finger slipped into the first knuckle and Liam froze. She kept stroking him, encouraging him and slowly he relaxed. It was such an odd sensation but he was beginning to enjoy it. In a few more minutes, she had two fingers inside him, seeking the pleasurable spot she knew was there. Liam felt her touch...something and he cried out, both in shock and in pleasure. He'd never felt anything like that and he needed more.
"Oh god."
"Still okay?"
"Fuck...yes...don't stop."
Emma heeded him, thrilled he was allowing himself to enjoy it. As she had told him once, you won't know what you like until you try it. And this was turning her on even more, core aching to be filled. She beckoned Killian over, spreading her legs. "Touch me."
Killian knelt behind her, his hand sliding over her body. He plucked her nipples, stroked her belly. With her free hand, she forced him to rub her clit. "Oh yes. You're both such good boys for me."
Liam shivered, needing to come but needing to be inside her. "Mistress, please," he whimpered. "Please fuck me!"
She turned to Killian. "Don't go away." He nodded and Emma ordered Liam to roll over. She cleaned her hands and moved to straddle his hips, feet planted on the bed. Liam lined himself up as she bent her knees, sliding down onto him, moaning loudly. "Fuck yes." Liam took the liberty of holding her hips, keeping her steady. Emma nodded in agreement. "That's my good boy, Liam. Feels fucking amazing."
She rode him steadily, just enjoying the feeling of being filled. No matter who was in charge, this was what she needed, the feeling of rightness. Being with them was the most profound experience of her life and she intended to relish every minute of it. She glanced at Killian, who was watching her. He was half hard already, despite his intense orgasm earlier. "Again?" she asked, breathless.
His hand drifted to his cock, lightly stroking, a shiver racing down his spine. "You're so bloody gorgeous, Mistress."
"Don't...oh fuck...don't strain yourself," she admonished, moving a little faster. "I need that cock."
Killian reluctantly let go, hand falling at his side. She took pity on him. "Come here." She awkwardly braced herself on one hand, then pulled him in for a passionate kiss. She guided his hand to where she and Liam were joined, his fingers pressing on her swollen sensitive flesh. A ripple of pleasure went through her, she loved the way they could manipulate her body. "Just like that." Her knees could take no more; she dropped, Liam briefly slipped out of her but in moments he was back, driving up as she sank down. Over and over and over until she was quivering. "Yes! Don't fucking stop!" Killian pinched her nipple; Emma grabbed him, kissing him hard to muffle her scream, the climax ripping through her like a freight train. Liam moaned, still rutting into her, body stiffening as his own intense high burst behind his eyelids.
Emma broke their breathless kiss, her head falling to Killian's shoulder. He held her loosely in his arms, stroking her back as she came down from her latest orgasm. He wasn't sure how many she'd had today but she had to be worn out.
Emma nuzzled his collarbone. "Wow."
He chuckled. "Feeling alright, lass?"
"I'm fantastic actually."
"You are something else, Emma." He kissed her temple. "Water?"
She nodded. "Please?"
He picked her up and laid her out next to Liam; they snuggled together, making him smile. He grabbed their used toys and ducked into the bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up. The toys could be cleaned later. He brought towels for Emma and Liam, leaving them on the bedside table. "Back in a mo."
Emma nodded and reached for the washcloths, handing one to Liam. "You okay?" she said. Now that the high had worn off, she wanted to know how he was feeling.
Liam wiped at her skin, turning slightly so she could clean him too. "I think I feel okay."
"You think?"
He looked thoughtful. "In a way, it wasn't anything like I expected. And in a deeper way, it was."
"And that means...you enjoyed it?"
He nodded. "Aye, I did. I was thinking about this while I was chopping that wood. How I take orders in the course of my duties, how that's given my life structure, if that makes any sense."
She smiled. "I think it does. And you're...okay with doing that with me?"
"I think I only ever could with you, Emma." He kissed her forehead. "Being vulnerable like that...it takes a lot of trust. And I have that, in this family."
Emma understood exactly what he meant. She was profoundly moved by the trust both Liam and Killian placed in her, allowing themselves to be vulnerable with her. It was still very much a work in progress, but they had plenty of time. She tossed her dirty washcloth aside. "Thank you," she said seriously. "It means a lot to me that you even tried."
"I'd do anything for you, sweetheart."
"I'm very proud of you." She smiled and leaned up, brushing his lips with hers. In moments they were wrapped up in each other, mouths fused together in an all consuming kiss. Killian had to clear his throat when he came back, tray filled with water and snacks in his hands. They broke apart, blushing. "Oh good, water. I'm dying."
"Certainly didn't look like you were dying, love," Killian said with a cocked brow.
Emma pushed herself to sit up and accepted a glass of water. "Let me get this down and I'll make out with you too."
"Take your time," he teased. He handed Liam one of the other glasses, then settled on Emma's other side. "Think we ruined the duvet?"
Emma groaned. "Whoever does the laundry is going to get an eyeful. Oops?"
"Might give poor Rene a heart attack," Liam joked.
"Probably should have laid the towel down first."
"We've ruined sheets before," Killian reasoned. "I'm sure we will again." He gulped down some more water. "I'll bet old Rene gets all sorts in this place."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, there's the carving in this headboard," he said, pointing at it. "Not to mention the way this bed is constructed. It's very, ah, sturdy?"
"Perfect for all sorts of kinks?" Liam said, glancing at the scarf.
"I hope our room in Paris has something we can hook that swing onto," Emma said. "I want to try it out."
Both men groaned. "Of course you do," Liam said, the image already in his mind.
"We've got plenty to keep us busy until then," she added hastily.
"Like today?"
Emma huffed. "Did you hate it?"
Killian shook his head vigorously. "Are you daft, woman? Today was one of the very best days of my life."
"Really?"
"I think what Killian is trying to say, is that neither of us expected you to be so...enthusiastic? That was a lot of sex for one day."
"Like we haven't before." Back in New York, the few days they had a respite from their duties, were almost exclusively spent in bed. Not that she was complaining.
Liam nodded, conceding the point. "So what you're saying is to stop worrying about you, and enjoy our honeymoon?"
She smiled at him. "Exactly. Don't you want to enjoy our time away from all that crap waiting us at home? Just...be ourselves? Kinky sex and all?"
"Aye, I do."
"Besides, next week we'll all get a break."
Killian frowned. "I hate that you suffer like that."
"I talked to the doctor, the new one? She thinks she might have something that can at least make me functional for most of it. I might only be in mind numbing pain for a day or so."
"We are more than content to stay here and look after you," Liam protested.
"We're only here for four weeks; I don't want to miss anything we really want to do." She yawned and stretched. "I think this time I really am tired. Nap?"
"Indeed." They moved the tray to the floor and slipped under the light blanket. Emma's head hardly hit the pillow before she was asleep, blissfully sated. Her boys snuggled on either side of her, quickly following her into sleep.