Author's note: Paris! The Paris adventure is beginning and I hope you enjoy it. It's such a joy to write for this OT3, even if the readership is small. They make me happy. :D
Disclaimer: Not in a million years.
Chapter 14
Excitement thrummed through her veins. She could feel it all the way to the tips of her fingers. Emma stared avidly out the window, for once her attention entirely on where they were headed. Killian sat next to her, driving and sneaking glances at her as they approached Paris. He fervently hoped Liam was recording Emma's reactions from the backseat because he wanted to cherish this moment.
"It's..." She trailed off, words utterly failing her. It was dusk, the famous City of Lights was just beginning to twinkle along the horizon. She could see the Eiffel Tower, the steel spire dominating the skyline. It was very different from London or especially New York, with a distinct lack to tall highrise buildings. It was almost like the city had sprawled out instead of up and she could feel herself falling in love with the city already.
In the end she turned to her husbands. "Thank you so much for bringing me here."
"We've hardly begun," Liam pointed out, enjoying her obvious excitement even more than his own. He'd never been to Paris either.
"I never imagined that I'd get to do something like this," she reminded him. "I never expected to leave the country and now I'm here." Occasionally, she wondered what she'd done to get this life, one such a far cry from what she felt she deserved.
Liam sat as far forward as the seat would allow, reaching between the seats to clasp her hand. Killian reached out too, leaving one hand on the wheel. She smiled, giving them each a squeeze. "So shall we drive around for a bit? Or head to the hotel?"
Emma thought about it. She was dying to see this place they'd found. "We can see the city tomorrow," she decided.
Killian nodded and turned down Avenue Victor Hugo. Their hotel, really a converted chateau, was very close to the Porte Dauphine and across the river from the Eiffel Tower. If everything worked out, they should be able to see the iconic structure from their room. Of course, being that close to such a popular attraction meant it cost a fair bit to stay there, but the brothers decided very early that it was worth it. Even now, just seeing Emma's pleased and excited face confirmed they'd made the right choice.
"There it is," Liam said, pointing.
Emma's jaw dropped. "We're staying there?" The building was quite old but very stately, artfully lit, just like everything else in Paris. If she was being honest, it looked a bit like something out of Pride and Prejudice, very nineteenth century Georgian style. There was a fountain as they pulled up, circled with gorgeous flowers, despite the early fall chill. "Holy shit."
The boys laughed. "Have we impressed you, sweetheart?" Liam asked.
She nodded, still drinking it all in. "I'd say it's too much but you'd just argue with me."
"It's actually highly recommended," Liam said mildly. "But yes, we're still spoiling you, lass."
It was their turn in the queue, a smart looking Frenchman in a cream colored uniform opened her door for her. Emma stepped out, saying her thanks in English, but hurriedly repeating herself in French.
"Nearly everyone here speaks English, Madame," the valet said, smiling at her. He couldn't have been more than twenty one, but had the look of someone who prided themselves on doing their work well. His lilting French accent wasn't unpleasant. "But thank you."
She let out a silent sigh of relief. Her attempts at French were better, but there was no way she could carry on a full conversation with someone. She nodded again at the young man, then walked around the car, finding Killian giving instructions on how to handle their baggage. Liam wrapped his arm around her, kissing her hair absently. She leaned on him, shaking out her legs a bit from the two plus hour drive from Rouen to Paris.
"Our suite should be ready," Killian said, handing over the keys to one of the other valets. "They'll bring our things."
They got a few odd looks as they walked inside; the affectionate way they spoke to each other made it clear they were a trio of lovers, not just a couple. Still, no one actually said anything. Killian got them checked in while Liam toyed with the hem of her top. Once they had their keys—no keycards, but actual keys—the lady at the front desk offered them a guided tour of the place. They declined, opting to wander on their own. Emma couldn't stop staring at the lobby, the whites and reds and blacks, the dual staircases. There were zebra heads mounted on the wall and red velvet couches; she was trying to think of a word better than luxurious, but kept coming up empty.
Formal dining room, a 300 foot terrace decorated with old fashioned aerodrome canopies (the chateau had been built on the sight of Paris's first aerodrome), a library that doubled as a bar. It was so much to take in and that wasn't even counting the dozens of paintings on the walls. There was a gym and a spa (complete with Turkish bath) as well. Everywhere they went, they were greeted by conscientious staff, dressed either in uniforms or business attire.
Tour complete, they headed toward the wing of the chateau where their suite was. All the suites had identical red doors, the only distinguishing mark was the number. Theirs was on the top floor, all by themselves, and it was called the Music Suite.
"Oh my god," Emma gasped as Liam opened the door. She yelped as Killian hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her over the threshold. "Put me down!"
He did, laughing. "Come now, Emma. You couldn't expect us to not indulge ourselves at least once," Killian chided, brushing her hair back. "It's our honeymoon."
"But it's so silly," she grumbled. She didn't mind one of them carrying her, as long as it was to bed. Rather than argue, she examined the suite. Like the rest of the place, the living area was stunning, the walls a royal blue above the white wainscoating. "A piano? Really?"
"There's a conservatory too," Liam said, pointing to the glass doors.
"This is insane."
"And all ours for two weeks."
Spontaneously, she hugged and kissed them both. "This is incredible, thank you."
They caught her in her favorite three way hug. "You deserve it, Emma."
She never expected to be this happy. It seemed to just flow out of her, unable to be contained. It was a far cry from the closed off woman she used to be. She stood up on her toes, pressing kisses to their lips. "Dance with me?"
"Here?" Liam asked.
"Why not? It's the Music Suite, right? And I saw a port for our phones over there." She pointed to one of the side tables. "Please?"
Killian let her go and fished out his phone. He slipped it into the port and pulled up the playlist he had for Emma. The songs that reminded him of her, her goodness and compassion, her seemingly infinite ability to love. She and Liam were already swaying gently to the music when he returned, Emma hummed happily as Killian pressed up behind her. The first song was slow, Emma spinning in the middle to give her boys equal time. It was always intoxicating being pressed between them; she could feel the air getting thicker around them. But they had time, right now she just wanted to dance.
The next song was much faster, and Emma gently pushed them away so she could move. The night she met them, she'd needed alcohol to let got of her inhibitions and dance like this, but now she just needed them. The way they looked at her was enough. She let herself get lost in the beat, hips swaying and rolling in time, hands skimming over her body. She moved between them back and forth, pressing her body close, letting them touch her.
Liam couldn't tear his eyes away from her, even dressed casually in those sinfully tight jeans and blue silk blouse, she was a vision. Her blonde tresses were messy from her hands, her green eyes shining with happiness and a hint of lust. When she slid against him, he grabbed her roughly by the hips, letting her feel how she was affecting him as they ground together. He said nothing, dipping his head to her neck, nose skimming her skin, lips following in its wake. Emma clutched at him, the need unmistakable. She tore herself away, eyes flitting to Killian, who was breathing hard, patiently waiting.
Killian watched as she moved toward him, looking far too sexy for anyone's good sense. She pulled him close by his shirt, rubbing her soft curves against his hardness. His hands slid over her ass, squeezing, almost wishing they were in public so everyone could see that she was theirs, utterly and completely. He slipped his leg between her thighs, Emma's soft moan of approval echoing in his ear. The seam of her jeans pressed perfectly against clit and she clutched at his biceps to stay upright. She felt Liam move behind her, equally aroused, bulge in his pants against her ass. "Shit."
"The way you move, love," Liam whispered in her ear. "So hot."
Killian hummed in agreement, lips on her neck. They were still moving to the music, a slow seductive song, but it hardly mattered now. Emma rocked her hips against his thigh, trusting them to hold her up. She wasn't sure she could herself, her body feeling buzzed, high, like she was floating. They peppered her neck with kisses, Killian deftly unbuttoning her blouse to expose more skin. "That's it, darling, take your pleasure," he murmured. "Love watching you come."
Emma groaned again, fingers digging into his arms. "More," she breathed. "Fuck, I need more."
They shuffled to the wall, Killian hitting it with a thump. Some of the pictures rattled but no one cared. Liam fumbled with her jeans, yanking open the fly as Killian peeled off her shirt. She wore a silky black bra and panty set, one that pushed up her cleavage enticingly. Killian buried his face between her heaving breasts, lips and scruff marking her pale skin. Emma held him to her by the hair, fingers scratching his scalp. Want shot down his spine and his thrust hard against her hips. "Fuck."
"That's...fuck, the idea," she groaned, thrusting back. "For you to fuck me."
"Right here?" Liam teased. "You couldn't wait?"
She pushed her hips back, rubbing her ass against his erection. "I'm not the only one who couldn't wait."
"Can't think when you move like that," he shot back, hands on her flat belly.
"Ugh, stop talking and make me come!"
"Greedy lass." Liam slipped his hand into her soaked panties, stroking her clit. Killian yanked down her bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The dual stimulation made her shudder and cry out, knees weak. Killian wrapped his right arm around her waist, holding her steady. Her head fell against Liam's chest, helpless to do anything as they stroked and rubbed her. Mouths and hands on her body, the music still playing, orgasm coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, surely this was what heaven felt like.
Emma shuddered hard as she fell, crying out, heedless of how broken and wanton she sounded. Liam thrust two fingers inside, walls fluttering around them as she rode it out, panting, chest heaving. Killian kissed her sweaty skin, his wife in the throes of her orgasm was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen.
They held her until she stopped shaking, letting her down easy. She whined as they set her down on unsteady legs, her underwear askew. Liam quickly spun her around, mouth hungry on hers. She mewled into his kiss, gripping his shoulders for support. In a flash, she was the one pressed against the wall, Liam kissing her until neither of them could breathe.
"Need you so much," he whispered against her neck.
Emma twisted her arm behind her and flicked open her bra, quickly discarding it. The cotton of his shirt rubbed against her sensitive nipples and she arched against him. "Me too. God, I need to feel you." She reached for Killian, who found her hand and squeezed it. She locked eyes with each in turn, then sank to her knees, licking her lips. As if reading her mind, they moved, standing in front of her side by side. She rose up, rubbing her cheek against their still denim clad cocks, one after the other. Carefully, she peeled off their jeans, not wanting to touch them just yet. Instead, she teased them with her mouth, moving back and forth, licking and lapping at the rigid flesh. Wetness pooled between her legs once more, turned on by their moans of approval.
Emma inched forward, hand wrapping around Killian's cock, lightly stroking as her tongue traced the thick vein on Liam's before taking him into her mouth. Their mutual groans made her clit throb with need. Still, she wanted to enjoy her treat. Her tongue lapped at the precum leaking from the head of Liam's cock; she hummed at the salty taste. Liam cursed loudly, her wicked tongue making him crazy. Still, he whined in complaint when she released him, moving to Killian.
"You can have me soon," she promised. She smiled, kissing along the length of Killian's cock, hand slipping between his legs. He had to brace his hands on the wall as she sucked him, her hand combined with her wet greedy mouth making his knees shake. As much as he loved this, he needed her to fuck him soon, punish him. Teasing him like this just made him want more. Emma hummed around him, fully aware of what she was doing to him. Her hand slipped further, brushing his hole, still in awe of how open and willing her Killian was. She adored him for it.
"Fuck," Killian swore.
Emma released him with a soft pop. "Next time," she promised.
He nodded weakly, struggling to catch his breath as she turned her attention back to Liam. She took both of them into her hands, stroking slowly. Liam thrust into her hand, thankful for any friction. Eventually she stood, kissing one then the other, deep needy kisses as they each skimmed a hand over her ass. "Chair," she breathed, nodding toward the big leather chair with matching ottoman. Liam got there first, sitting on the ottoman. Emma leaned back against the chair. "Watch."
Liam nodded, his pupils blown. His voyeuristic streak wasn't one he'd known he possessed until he met Emma. But with her...he needed it. Emma slipped off her panties and beckoned Killian to finish stripping. His shirt fell to the floor and he moved between her spread legs. The tall chair was the perfect height, and he bent down to kiss her. Emma moaned into his kiss, tangling her tongue with his. She guided him to her, hitching her foot over his leg as he pushed inside. Emma arched, taking him deeper. "Oh fuck."
Killian braced his arms on either side of her, the leather supple under his hands. "Bloody fucking hell." He thrust slowly, savoring the angle, the depth. She was soft and plaint, his Emma, taking all of him, every thick inch. Her head fell over the side of the chair, exposing her neck and breasts to his hungry lips. He licked and sucked, her nipples hard points. Emma planted her left foot more firmly on the ground and thrust up, meeting him halfway, grinding his pelvis against her clit. She cried out in pleasure, gripping his arms tightly.
"Oh god, faster," she hissed, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Feels incredible."
Killian nodded, heeding her plea. His own high tingled at the base of his spine but he fought it, not ready to come yet. He rolled his hips on every thrust, rubbing her clit; her head thrashed, her climax so close. "Come for me, Emma," Killian growled. "Come."
Her body bowed, a silent scream on her lips, walls clamping hard around his cock. Wave after wave crashed into her, stealing her breath, her body electric. Killian fought as long as he could but it was too much, his body shuddering as he emptied himself in her sweet quim. He thrust until he began to soften, kissing her through the aftershocks. "Love you so much," he murmured in her ear.
All she could do was nod, not trusting her voice. She kissed him until she stopped shaking, smiling up at him. She felt a little bereft when he pulled away, but Liam was there, naked now, watching her. She grinned coyly, her gaze flickering to his erect cock. "Ready for me, sailor?"
"Always, love."
Emma stood, her legs still a little wobbly, but she was fine. She bent over him, kissing him sweetly, hands gliding over his chest. "Let me try something?"
He cocked a brow at her but nodded. Gently, she pushed him on his back and bent his legs back toward his chest. It was a prone position, one he wasn't used to, but he didn't protest. She may not be the Mistress right now, but he trusted her. She gave his cock a few pumps with her hand, the other squeezing his ass. A shiver settled at the base of his spine, recalling the last time she played with his ass. He couldn't wait to try it again. She smiled, bending down to lick and kiss his exposed body, tongue stroking the sensitive place behind his balls. Liam shuddered again, a moan tearing from his throat. "Emma...please."
Seeing his trust in her, it felt like her heart would burst with pride. He was coming along nicely. But she needed to feel him inside her, stretching her. With a parting kiss to the head of his cock, she stood and turned, easing his legs down a bit so she could mount him. He groaned with approval when he realized what she wanted and he positioned himself so she could sink down. Emma cursed as he filled her, her hands braced on his knees. She kept her back straight, riding him slowly, shallowly at first, getting a rhythm. Like with Killian, the penetration was deep, making her feel full and well used.
"Oh my god," she breathed, moving a little faster.
Liam sucked in a breath, watching her ride him. It was different from times before as he was helpless to move; he simply had to watch her use his body to get herself off. It was mesmerizing. "Fuck, Emma."
"So good. So, so...fuck, right there." Her legs shook from pumping but she kept going, his cock hitting the perfect place. She went faster, relishing his deep moan. "Come, Liam. Shit, I'm so close. Come, come, come!" Her plea became a scream, hips bouncing wildly on top of him, as she shattered for a third time. She heard Liam grunt, his cock pulse inside her, and she shuddered. Liam sagged into the ottoman, spent, and he'd hardly moved. That was one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had, his body tingling from head to toe.
Killian caught Emma before she could fall; she was spent, her legs worn out. It had been so, so worth it, but she kinda needed a nap. Killian found some tissues, cleaning her as gently as he could. She shivered, her flesh swollen and sensitive. A featherlight kiss to her temple, then he settled them in the chair, Emma curled up against his chest. "Don't fall asleep, darling."
"Why not?" she said, fighting a yawn.
"You haven't seen the rest of our suite yet."
"It's not like it's going anywhere."
"True, but we chose this one for a reason."
She hummed, her eyelids drooping. Great sex took a lot out of her, and it was getting late. How long had it been since they arrived?
Liam was quiet, still laying flat on the ottoman. He listened to them talk, trying to wrap his head around everything he felt. Being with Emma was always an adventure; he couldn't imagine this kind of connection with anyone else. It was something he'd been searching for without realizing it, it was what had been missing from his relationship with Clara. And anyone he dated after. Some indefinable spark, bone deep trust with another person, someone who intrinsically understood him, even when he didn't fully understand himself. He thought he was too stubborn, too set in his ways, but Emma was patient and loving and he just wanted to make her happy.
The air conditioning was chilly; the cold air pumping into the room gave them goosebumps. Killian coaxed Emma up, knowing they'd all be better off in bed. "Think you can handle a short walk, love?"
"Does it end in a bed?"
He chuckled. "Aye, it does." He hoped the bed wasn't the only thing she noticed.
No one bothered to pick up their clothes; they could get them in the morning. The efficient staff had already brought their things. Emma gave the rich furnishings and art a cursory glance, liking it, but not able to truly appreciate it. Since they'd be there for two weeks, she was sure appreciation would come later. When they entered the bedroom, suitcases lined the walls; their treasure chest lay at the foot of the sumptuous bed. King size, fluffy, tall, head and footboards painted black. Crisp white sheets were set off by blood red pillows, romantic and inviting all at once. She wanted to curl up in it and never leave.
"You haven't even seen the best part yet," Liam chided quietly. He moved, pulling back the curtains on the French doors. Emma gasped, the Eiffel Tower winking back at her through the black night. A beautiful suite at a converted chateau, overlooking the Eiffel Tower in the most romantic city on earth? They really were spoiling her. Tears filled her eyes, so unbelievably touched that they would go to all this trouble for her.
"Don't cry, sweetheart."
"Not even happy tears?"
"So you like it?"
"I am officially the luckiest woman in the whole world." Her tiredness was forgotten as she hugged Liam tightly, then Killian. "It's really amazing. I love it."
Killian gave his brother an "I told you so" look; they'd gone back and forth about certain details of this trip, however on this one, they were agreed. Emma deserved the best. Fortunately, both Jones brothers were romantics at heart.
They left the view and took a peak into the en suite. The fixtures were gold plated, the tile pristine and shiny. The large tub doubled as a Jacuzzi and Emma couldn't wait to try it out. Still, she was getting sleepy again, worn out from traveling and sex. At her smothered yawn, Killian nudged her back to the bedroom. "We can unpack in the morning."
The brothers turned down the bed, throwing the excess pillows into the chairs. Emma climbed in first, groaning at how comfortable it was. "This is the best," she sighed, sinking into the mattress.
Liam stretched out on her right side, finding himself agreeing with her. "Nice to know the recommendations didn't lie."
"Don't you want to show her what else we discovered?"
"You can have the honors, brother."
Emma raised her head, watching with wide eyes as Killian showed her all the special features of the room. The bed had thick metal eyelets hidden away in the frame, perfect for tying someone up. Above the bed was a retractable mirror and most of the furniture was reinforced with thick pieces of wood, clearly meant for hard use. Best of all (at least to Emma) the decorations on the ceiling doubled as hooks for a whole variety of toys.
It was the perfect room for people with their proclivities.
"How did you even find this place?" Emma said at last.
"Took some in depth research," Liam admitted. "We didn't just want to take you anywhere."
"Most people don't even know all this stuff is here," Killian explained, finally joining them in bed. "It's very clever."
"I'll say. Are all the rooms like this?"
"Nope, just this one. Explains why it's on the top floor, eh?"
She laughed. "Maybe the walls are soundproofed too."
"Perhaps we should test that theory sometime, lass."
"If no one heard me scream earlier, then I think we're good." She kissed his lips. "But I look forward to it anyway, sailor."
Killian nuzzled her shoulder, hand resting on her belly. "I just may hold you to that."
"We just may," Liam corrected, lips skimming her cheek. "We'll christen this place properly before we're done."
Emma sighed, pleased just thinking about it. "And we have that club you guys want to go to."
"Later," Killian said. "I think we've earned a few days of sightseeing first."
"I might not leave this bed," Emma replied, turning on her side. Killian pulled the duvet up, covering them, then spooned up behind her. She turned her head long enough to kiss him, bringing his hand up to cover her heart. Liam stole a kiss too, slipping his knee between hers. "It's so soft and comfy."
"Pity," Liam said. "We were planning on going to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow."
"I think I can make an exception."
"Fantastic." Liam flipped off the light, bathing them in the glow from the shining Tower. It was the last thing he saw before falling asleep, wrapped around the woman he loved.
Killian woke up to the feel of lips on his skin. In his sleepy state, he reached for Emma but she was already under the duvet, kissing a path to his half hard cock. "Oh bloody hell," he cursed quietly. He threw the blanket off and there was his wife, bending over his crotch, teasing the skin below his belly button.
"Morning," she said, hand fondling his balls. His cock jumped to attention, hardening in an instant.
"Are you trying to kill me, love?"
"Nope." She licked him, faintly tasting herself on his skin. He still smelled of sin and sex and she couldn't resist giving him a wake up call. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell no, it's just...aren't you sore?"
"I'm fine. We only went one round yesterday."
"Technically, you went two, since you fucked both of us."
"I always fuck both of you. Well, most of the time. It evens out." She licked the length of him, humming at his taste. She loved sex, she loved sex with her boys and who could blame her? "Now are you gonna shut up so I can suck your cock?"
Killian groaned loudly, forgetting that Liam was less than two feet away. He watched as Emma bent over him, the head of his cock slipping past her lips. He reached down to pull her hair back so he could see better, her pretty pink lips wrapped around him. She teased him, short bobs of her head, tongue pressing firmly on the sensitive place just below the tip. He had to fight the urge to buck up into her mouth, force himself down her throat; there was a time and place for his baser instincts, the ones that wanted him to take and possess and master her. He knew she'd get off on it, if he did, but he simply wanted to enjoy the gift that was Emma. His gorgeous wife.
Liam woke up to the unmistakable sound of moaning, the mattress shifting and groaning. He was greeted by the sight of Emma bent low, sucking Killian down like a very tasty Popsicle. He groaned, following her movements with his eyes. Light streamed in from the French doors, making her pale skin glow. Or perhaps it was happiness.
"Morning, Liam," she said, pausing in her task. She pressed kisses to Killian's glistening flesh, her green eyes flitting to the elder Jones. "Did we wake you?"
"Aye, but it's fine," he replied, voice raspy from sleep. "Minx."
"You can play too," she reminded him, then ran the flat of her tongue over the throbbing vein on the underside of Killian's cock.
"I'm fine here," he smirked, pushing down the blanket to revel his own erection. He stroked himself, watching her.
"Sure?" Emma teased, wiggling her hips. The truth was watching him masterbate turned her on. Big time. She sucked lightly on the cock in front of her, her other hand disappearing between Killian's legs. "Hmmm."
"Just fuck her, Liam!" Killian complained, clutching at the pillow. Instinctively, he knew Emma would keep teasing him until she got what she wanted. She'd gladly keep him on the edge of bliss until his stubborn brother agreed to fuck her. Demanding vixen. But Liam didn't move, aside from resting his free hand under his head. Emma moaned around Killian, the sight of her boys stretched out and naked for her perusal making her wetter. She released Killian's cock and licked at the defined V of his hips, hungrily devouring him.
"That's a girl," Liam murmured. "You love cock, don't you, lass?"
She whined, focusing her attention on the base, licking and kissing. She thought it was fairly evident, her actions speaking for themselves. Arousal slide down her thighs, her clit ached. "Yes, yes," she breathed, pressing Killian's to his stomach and licking the length. "Ugh, so much."
Killian bit his lip, teetering on the edge. It was frustrating because she wouldn't let him fall. He breathed deep, finally rocking his hips up. Slow, steady, but finally fucking her mouth the way he wanted to. He could feel Liam's eyes on them, heard the soft groan as Emma mewled. Her obvious pleasure got him to move at last, scrambling to kneel behind her, one finger sliding through her slickness. He tipped her hips up and slid into her, her swollen flesh fitting him like a glove. Emma moaned, the vibrations making Killian jerk. He slipped deeper down her throat and she nearly choked. Emma relaxed her throat, bracing herself so Killian could fuck her mouth at his own pace. She was putty between them, rocking back and forth, skin alight. Liam spanked her ass as he fucked her which only made her burn hotter.
"You have any idea how hot this is, Emma?" Liam grunted, hand sliding over her pink stinging flesh. "Taking both of us like this? Fuck." The very first time he'd fucked her, it had been just like this, him behind her, Emma sucking Killian's cock. For weeks he couldn't get the image out of his mind, how effortlessly she let them have her. It nearly drove him mad. He'd gotten drunk one night, late, Killian discovering him in front of the blank television. Killian couldn't sleep either, also thinking of Emma. So they'd gotten drunk together, resolving to find her if they could.
The next day they'd found out about the mission to New York. And the rest was history.
Emma pushed back as best she could, fingers locked on the sheets in the death grip. Her ass was stinging hard now and god help her, it felt good. She started swallowing around Killian, determined to make him come. Her eyes watered, it was hard to breathe, but she kept going, eyes locked on his. Killian planted his feet firmly, whimpering her name over and over until he exploded, hot spurts of his seed shooting down her throat. She didn't quite catch it all, but it hardly mattered when he slipped from her. Liam grasped her hips, fucking her with abandon, balls slapping her clit. Emma reached down to stroke the swollen nub, face against the mattress, partially muffling her needy cries.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed, climax rippling out from her core, hips bucking against Liam's. He pushed through it, once, twice, before coming with a sigh of her name, her walls still squeezing him. He bent over, rutting into her, hugging her around her middle. As incredible as that first night together was, it didn't hold a candle to now, with love in their hearts. He kissed her sweaty skin, heart pounding against his ribs.
They fell to the mattress, panting, Killian chuckling. Unexpected morning sex was one of his favorite things. He moved first, brushing a kiss to Emma's damp brow. "I'm gonna go shower," he said softly. "Stay and catch your breath, my love."
Emma nodded, watching him go. No one seemed bothered by the curtains being open, despite the fact that they were all naked and sweaty. She rolled over into Liam's waiting arms, blissed out and feeling lazy. "That was nice."
"Nice? That's the word you want to go with?" Liam said, feigning hurt.
She kissed the hollow of his throat, tasting salty sweat. "Liam, you're talking to someone who has hot, dirty threesome sex on almost a daily basis."
He laughed. "True. It's a wonder you put up with us."
"Are you kidding? This is the life." She skimmed her fingers over his bicep. "I used to go for months without sex, before. There was too much risk of getting attached, too many feelings. I just wanted to get off and get out, you know?"
Liam nodded. Emma was a passionate creature, but she'd been frightfully hurt in her past. She buried her true nature to survive. He was starting to understand what that felt like. In some ways, he felt like he was waking up, tapping into feelings and impulses he didn't know were there. After Clara, he tried dating but that went nowhere. So he resorted to meaningless hookups instead, not very often, just enough to keep him sane. Unlike Killian, he didn't stay, always coming home so his brother wouldn't suspect. It seemed silly now.
"And now?" he asked with a knowing smirk.
"Now," she said, hands skimming his skin. "Now I know what I was missing." They never made her feel bad for wanting sex, never shamed her desire. She couldn't express what that meant to her, to not feel like there was something wrong with her. She kissed his lips. "And I have two guys who can keep up."
He laughed. "Because you are greedy lass."
"Is that a complaint?"
"God forbid. You are a wonder, Emma. A woman like you is rare. I don't intend to let you go."
She stroked his cheek. "Thank you for understanding. I don't understand it, but I love you both. More than you know."
Liam hugged her, feeling terrible for ever causing her to doubt his resolve. "I know, Emma. Truly I do. And I don't care if we're not normal. Perhaps I should. But I've spent so much of my life doing what I should do, playing the older brother, the good little sailor. This feels right. I think..." He sighed, kissing her again. "I think I was jealous because I envy Killian. He's so brave and open, wearing his heart on his sleeve. I always wanted to be like that, but didn't feel like I could because I had to take care of him. I had to set an example. But you? You love me anyway."
Her poor Liam. He had such a good heart. "I fell for that stubborn sailor," she reminded him. "I don't need you to be Killian, Liam. I need you to be you."
"I think I'm still figuring out who that is."
"Maybe. But I think I know who you are, Liam Jones. And I love you, just as you are."
"And if I still want to enjoy time with the Mistress?"
She grinned. "I think she'd say that giving up a little control is good for you, Captain."
"Then we're in full agreement." He kissed her, rolling so she was on top of him. He may never be the "heart on his sleeve" kind of man, but with Emma, he could try. She made him want to be better. He loved her with every fiber of his being, this extraordinary woman who turned his life upside down.
Killian ordered them room service while Emma and Liam showered. He sensed his brother needed some time with her and he'd never begrudge them that. Fall was finally in the air, so he dressed warmly in a dark green sweater and jeans, toweling the excess water from his hair. Dressed, he picked up their clothes from the night before, tossing them into the hamper to be cleaned. The hotel had full services and he intended to take advantage. He was unpacking his things when breakfast (brunch really) arrived. He tipped their waiter, hearing Emma and Liam in the bedroom. Clearly, the staff was well trained in discretion as the young man didn't flinch from the happy giggles and laughter in the other room.
After the young man left, Killian popped into the bedroom. "Breakfast's here," he said, catching them in a passionate kiss. He grinned, Emma was still in her towel. "Or we could wait."
Emma broke the kiss and beckoned him over. She drew his lips down to hers, curling into his embrace as Liam let her go. She sighed as he opened for her, arms around her waist. "Hmm, I missed you."
"Missed you too, love. Enjoy your shower?"
"Yeah, but I think next time I want all of us. My boys are damn sexy soaking wet."
He shivered. "You're sexy all the time," he murmured, kissing her again.
"God, we're never leaving this room, are we?"
Killian laughed, kissing her neck. "That depends on you. Don't you want to see the city?"
"I do but...lounging in bed naked with my husbands, making love whenever we want sounds good too."
"Such a difficult life you lead, lass."
"Isn't it?" she teased. "Love you, Killian."
"Love you too, Emma."
While they got reacquainted, Liam dug in their chest, he had an idea. He shut it with a thump, getting their attention. "What are you doing?"
"Well, just because we're going out doesn't mean we can't play," Liam said, grinning. He held out his hand. "Wanna try them, love?"
Emma sucked in a breath, the little box of ben wa balls in his hand. She'd nearly forgotten about them in all their other sexual escapades. And she'd wanted a set for so long. "Yes please."
"And when we come back...perhaps the Mistress could come out to play?"
She looked between them, not missing the way Killian's eyes darkened. "I like that plan," he said, suppressing a shiver.
It meant so much to her that it was Liam's suggestion. His trust was everything to her. "Sounds good to me." She sighed as Killian stepped up behind her and peeled off her towel. Liam extracted the balls from the box, rubbing his hands over them to warm them up. They were silver, made of stainless steel, intermediate size. Some people used them to do kegel exercises but Emma didn't need them for that. Her inner muscles were strong, her cunt a snug fit for both of them. She just wanted to know how it felt to have them inside her.
Slowly, Liam swirled one around her nipples, back and forth until she was panting. Killian held her hips, allowing her to lean on him. Lower and lower Liam went, skimming the ball over her belly, her hairless mound. It touched her clit and she moaned. Liam rolled it through her slit, coating it in her arousal to ease its passage. He urged her to spread her legs a bit, which she did embarrassingly quickly. With one final nod of her head, Liam carefully eased the toy inside her, biting his lip as she moaned. "Hold it in," he admonished, righting himself to repeat the process with its twin. By the time the second ball was ready, Emma was trembling, aroused again. The ball glided in smoothly, stretching her in a new way. She clenched, holding them both in her cunt, breathing hard. "Okay?"
She nodded. "Y-y-yeah. Shit."
"Emma?"
"I'm okay, it's just...different. Good, though."
"You're flushed."
"That was hot, dummy."
"Think you can go all day with them in?"
"Is that a challenge?"
"Perhaps," he said, kissing her inner thigh.
"You're on. If I win, we're breaking out that plug for you." She turned to Killian. "And the flogger for you."
"And if we win?"
"Whatever you want."
Liam shared a glance with Killian. They both desperately wanted Emma to win. "Done." Liam surged up, sealing their bargain with a kiss. "No knickers," he warned.
"And you have to wear a dress," Killian added.
"But it's cold out!"
"If you want to break the deal already..."
She huffed, knowing they were right. It was the only way to make sure she didn't cheat. "Fine." Killian kissed her sweetly, and they left her to get dressed. Her only floor length dress was formal, so that was out. She'd just have to hope it wasn't too terribly cold. She'd grown up in Boston and Minnesota, she could handle a little fall weather. The blue sheath dress swished just above her knee and it had sleeves. She slipped her silver anchor over her head, set off perfectly by the dark navy blue. It felt odd as she moved, the balls moving with her, teasing her. She liked it.
After they ate (it really was delicious, but it was difficult to focus with the men staring at her long bare legs), they headed down to the lobby. The walk from their hotel to the tower was a bit long for Emma in her platform heels so they opted to drive. Killian tucked her into his side as Liam drove, pointing out some of the sights as they passed. He'd obviously done his research, describing all the things they could do when they got there. They could probably spent the whole day at the Eiffel Tower and be thoroughly entertained.
After parking in one of the underground garages, the trio followed the signs to the lift that would take them up to the Champs de Mars. When they emerged, Killian held her by the waist and Liam held her hand. Most of the other tourists took little notice of them, entranced by the sight of the tall metal structure. Seeing it on TV and in movies didn't do it justice, Emma decided. She couldn't stop smiling, still in slight disbelief that this was her life. They approached slowly, stopping to take some pictures. Killian corralled a passerby to take some of the three of them in front it huddled together, looking stupidly happy. Emma made sure he sent a copy to her phone; she immediately made it her lockscreen. Hopefully, when she got a spare moment, she could send one to Mary Margaret; she'd love the romantic setting, seeing them so happy.
"Stairs or lift?" Liam asked.
"Lift, I think," Emma said, looking down at her shoes. The stairs only gave access to the first two floors, but it was 704 steps and she didn't want to wear herself out before they even got to the top! "We can take the stairs down?"
They agreed and headed for the nearest lift. The line was a bit long, but Emma was so busy looking up at the metal work around her, she hardly noticed. The lift operator gave a little speech as she carried them, welcoming them to the tallest structure in Paris. Emma seemed to be bouncing on the balls of her feet; Liam and Killian grinned fondly down at her. Upon arrival on the first floor, they got out. They walked the length of it, the whole square, pausing to examine the exhibits and take pictures. The view out was amazing; they were just about the same height as most of the nearby buildings. They could see a long way over Paris and it was only going to get better.
"Cold, lass?" Liam asked, holding her from behind as she looked out toward the sprawling park.
"I'm okay." Still, she appreciated his warmth pressed against her back.
He kissed her earlobe. "And the rest?"
She smiled. "Right where they should be," she assured him. She must have gotten used to the heavy balls, because she hardly felt them. Unless she was jostled, or one of her boys was touching her. The warm thrum she felt under her skin when they were near was a constant reminder of the sex toy between her thighs. That no one they passed knew was there.
"Good," he murmured, kissing her cheek.
"You sound like you want me to win."
"To be fair, I win either way."
"Do you?"
"Aye. I think I'm ready to...move forward, if you catch my meaning."
She turned in his arms, kissing him soundly. "I'll do my best then."
Killian found them, having paused to check out the restaurant inspired by Jules Verne. "If we have time, we should eat there before we leave."
He was so excited, no one argued with him. Emma took his hand, guiding them to the next lift. The view from the second floor was even better and Liam was glad none of them were afraid of heights. There was a family of four that came up in the same lift and the little boy was crying nonstop, clutching his mother's hand. They could begin to make out some of the nearby monuments, the Arc de Triomphe, the Panthéon church, the Champs Elyseés. It reminded Emma of visiting the Empire State Building, with the viewers and markers pointing to the various important sights.
The walk around the square was shorter this time and soon, they were ready to take the lift to the top. Killian bought them all glasses of champagne to celebrate before they got into the transparent lift. They found themselves in the very back of the car as they waited for it to fill. Emma let out a low gasp, distinctly feeling two large warm hands settle on her ass. She stole a glance at each of them and neither's face betrayed a hint of impropriety. She breathed deeply, her core giving an involuntary clench, which of course was more intense than usual, as she had the balls inserted. They were teasing her on purpose and she couldn't give a single damn.
It didn't let up the whole ride up, the strokes and pinches. Emma had to close her eyes to keep her composure, her heart beating a bit faster.
"Alright, love?" Killian asked, not missing the faint flush creeping up her neck.
"Perfect actually."
He gave her a sweet pat, grinning. "Then why are your eyes closed?"
"Maybe I want the view at the top to be a surprise."
"Hmm, good girl."
She couldn't wait until they were back in their room and she was the one in charge.
Eventually, the lift rattled to a stop and people began to step out. The observation deck was much smaller than the others, which meant it was crowded. No one minded, as it would be easier to get lost in the throng. They never tried to draw attention to themselves, merely wishing to enjoy the magical view like everyone else.
"Wow," Emma said, looking out over the city. "Can you believe this?"
Liam was watching her face, the joy in her features. "It's beautiful." Or rather, she was beautiful.
"Look's there's the Louvre," Killian said, pointing. "And that's Notre Dame over there."
"Oh, can we go there? I mean, not today, but soon?"
"We can do whatever you want, love," Liam promised. "This trip is for you."
"I'll have to wear more comfortable shoes," she teased, lifting her foot.
"If we don't get to everything, we can always come back," Killian reminded her.
She nodded, allowing him to pull her close. "I was kinda hoping our next trip could be to New York," she admitted. "I want to get my things, put all that behind me."
"I think we can arrange that."
"Shall we toast?" Liam suggested, raising his glass. "To our future together?"
They all smiled, clinking their glasses. The champagne was delicious; it was very romantic, sharing champagne on top of the Eiffel Tower. Emma pulled each brother down by his silver tags, giving them a long passionate kiss. There were a few people staring when they straightened up, but Emma chose to ignore it. They were married and she could kiss whoever she wanted. Liam took another selfie of them, his arm around Emma possessively. He'd seen the stares too, but he wasn't ashamed. Their life was their business.
Emma couldn't get over how pretty the city was. The grass in the Champs de Mars was still green; the people strolling along looked like ants from up there. The city itself spread out in whites and greys, color popping up from canopies and signs. The mixture of modern and old could be keenly felt from so up.
"Can we come back at night?" she asked. "I want to see the lights."
"Perhaps we'll find a night where they light fireworks," Liam suggested. "I think that's a splendid idea, sweetheart."
She saw Killian standing by himself, staring out at the river. He looked...pensive? Pensive and painfully handsome in profile. She didn't think she could ever get tired of looking at him. Still, his expression was worrying. "Hey, you okay?"
"Aye, I was just thinking."
She slipped her arm under his jacket. "Care to share?"
He tucked her in close. "Nothing in particular. Perhaps reflecting on everything we've been through, especially the last few months. I don't ever want to let you down, lass. This place," he gestured out toward the city, "gives one some perspective, I guess."
Emma hugged him tight. "And what does your perspective tell you?"
"That I don't want to waste a moment with you. That nothing else in my life matters as much as making you happy."
"Well, you're definitely on the right track there." She brushed her lips to his. "We're in one of the most romantic places on the planet, me and my boys. I'm very happy, Killian. You came back to me, just like you promised."
"We always will, Emma. No matter what happens."
She laid her head on his shoulder, catching sight of Liam waiting a few feet away. She appreciated the chance for a quiet moment, but she beckoned him over. She felt Killian relax in her arms, his lips brush the crown of her head gratefully. They were so at peace when they were all together like this. She wished life could always be this simple.
"Anyone hungry?"
It was nearing dinner time anyway, so they decided to head down to the restaurant. The lift ride back down was uneventful; Emma kept her hands in each of theirs. She was close to winning their bet; she just knew they'd find some way to torment her. Killian's pensive mood disappeared as they enjoyed the fine French cuisine and good wine. Emma was thankful to be indoors; despite her wrap, her legs were freezing. However, she warmed up nicely as they teased her during their meal, hands wandering up her skirt, heated kisses when no one was looking. You could feel the mood shift, as they all knew what would happen when they got back to their suite.
It started the moment they got back to the car, as Emma ordered them to sit up front. She settled into the backseat alone, watching them carefully. She had a couple of different role plays in mind for them, but she knew the one she wanted to use. She shifted in her seat, the balls moving with her, and she had to bite back a groan. All through dinner they'd teased her, making her work overtime to keep the balls in place. It would be worth it though.
After leaving the car with the valet, they headed for their suite, Emma blatantly making her territory by shoving her hands in each of their back pockets as they walked. Killian shivered, all too eager for his possessive Mistress to come out to play.
They headed directly to the bedroom, Emma tossing her wrap and crossing her arms over her chest. "You tormented me on purpose," she aid flatly.
Killian cocked his head at her. "Did we?"
She didn't like his cheeky tone. "Watch it, Jones. You might not get what you want."
He swallowed, trying to look appropriately chagrined. He'd had fantasies about that flogger since she'd gifted it. Emma stepped up to him, eyes roving his body. She really liked the tight sweater he was wearing. "So you concede that despite your...extracurricular activities, I won the bet?"
He nodded. It had given both brothers a thrill, knowing she was enjoying the toy all day long. "Fair and square, love."
"Good." She tenderly kissed his cheek. "Now I'm going to go change and I expect you both to be ready for me when I come back. Leave the chest open. Your captain is going to want to test her new recruits."
Their brows shot up at that. A role play with Emma as the Captain? Killian shivered just thinking about it. Liam shifted from one foot to the other, curious about how she was going to pull that off. Last time, he'd been the captain—a pirate captain—and it had been highly enjoyable for everyone.
She grinned devilishly and spun to open their treasure chest. She got out her costume, thankful Ruby had talked her into this one. She even had her own hat. Emma hurried into the bathroom, leaving her boys to their own devices for the moment.
Liam glanced at Killian, who shrugged. What did she mean by "be ready?" If they guessed wrong, she'd find some way to punish them. On the other hand...Killian grinned and ran to get the chairs from across the room. He handed one to Liam and took the other for himself, spinning it around so he had to straddle it. Catching on, Liam sat low in his, legs spread, messing about on his phone. He tried not to look at the open chest, a bit nervous at what was to come. He definitely wanted this, but it was still a new and strange feeling, handing over control.
Emma swept her hair up into a prim and proper bun, recalling the way some of her husbands' female fellows dressed. Once she had it all smoothed down, she put the hat on her head, completing the look. It looked exactly like a female officer's uniform, but shorter on her legs and more open at the bust. She had a red corset underneath it, another gift from Ruby. She smoothed down the front of her uniform, pleased.
She hoped they liked it.
She stepped out of the en suite to find them lounging in the chairs, looking completely disinterested. "My, my, this won't do at all."
"Problem?" Killian said, a bit bored. His blue eyes drank her in; he'd never seen a Royal Navy uniform look so sexy.
Emma ignored him, moving to the desk. It gave them a nice view of her legs, set off by the heels she wore. She picked up a piece of paper, pretending it was their file. "Jones. Brothers? That's interesting." She kept the paper between her fingers and stalked back over to them. "Why do you think you're cut out for Her Majesty's Navy, Jones?" she asked, standing in front of Liam.
This went against all his instincts; that insignia on her uniform was his. But damn if she didn't pull it off. He shrugged. "Seemed better than anything else?"
She huffed in disapproval, stepping over to Killian. "What about you? Are you bored, Mr. Jones?"
He eyed her, a smirk on his lips. "Not anymore, love."
She got in his face, hands on the top rung of the chair. "You will address me as ma'am or Captain, is that clear?"
The heat in her eyes, the flare of anger, made his cock twitch. "Aye aye, Captain," he said, dragging out the last bit salaciously. He wanted to challenge her, just a little.
"You think this is a game, Jones?"
"You tell me, ma'am."
She rose to her full height. "Stand up. Both of you. Now."
Liam was up like a shot; it was like muscle memory, his body automatically reacting the tone of command. Killian was slower, taking his time about it. When she glared at him, he stood at attention, granting her that one concession. For now.
Emma stalked around them, assessing their physiques, even reaching out to touch. "A superior officer expects absolute obedience," she said quietly, dangerously. "Before I can sign off on your enlistment, I need to know you can do that. That you will do what I ask, whenever I ask it." She stopped in front of them, arms crossed. "And if you fail, I reserve the right to punish you as I see fit. Is that understood?" When they nodded, Emma's anger flared. "Answer me!"
"Aye aye, Captain!" they said in unison.
Emma smiled. "Good. Now let's see what we have to work with. Strip but leave your underwear on." She sat on the footboard, legs crossed at the ankles. "Did I give the impression that that was optional, gentlemen?"
They moved, hastily stripping, fully aware that she was watching them. Killian was already half hard, turned on by her barking orders. He hardened further under her gaze, her pupils dilating as they stripped. He could just make out the outline of her nipples through the uniform; her arousal at ordering them about aroused him, made him want to please her.
Standing at attention once more, Emma stepped into Liam's space, stroking his broad chest. She flicked his nipples, hoping to get a rise out of him. His breathing got ragged but he made no other moves. Her hands wandered lower, his belly, lower back; she gave his ass a firm squeeze. "What did you do before this, Mr. Jones?"
"Boxing, ma'am," he said, voice a bit shaky.
"Hmm, I can tell." She ran her hands over his biceps; their masculinity turned her on big time. "Fifty push ups. Now, Mr. Jones." Liam dropped to his knees, assuming the proper position. "Count them out loud."
She watched him for a bit, observing the muscles in his arms and legs flex, his firm ass. She was going to enjoy having him on his knees, begging for her. When he got to about fifteen, she turned to Killian who was staring at her instead of ahead.
"Do you have trouble hearing, Jones?" she snapped. "Or do you not have all your faculties, perhaps?"
"No, Captain, I can hear just fine."
"What part of 'eyes front' is unclear then?"
"Apologies, ma'am."
She stood in front of him, perusing his body. His boxers were already tented. She palmed him, secretly basking in his soft sigh that escaped his lips. "Well, this is a problem," she said in a low voice, giving him a squeeze.
"It is?" The flash of pain made his heart race faster.
"There are rules, Jones. Strict rules. Rules against fraternizing with a superior officer. Do you know what that means?" Killian shook his head, playing dumb. "It means that your thoughts and your cock, are disrespecting me, Jones."
The way her lips wrapped around the word cock made him weak in the knees. He didn't want to disobey her, he wanted her to fuck him until he couldn't stand. He swallowed heavily. "I don't mean to, Captain."
She squeezed him again and he flat out moaned. "Don't you?" She grinned mischievously. "Or does this turn you on? Being ordered around like a slave?"
Killian fought to keep still, but he was painfully hard now. His eyes gave him away, flickering between her heaving chest and her face. "Y-y-yes, ma'am," he breathed.
"Well, that's interesting," she said mildly. She was clenching hard, determined to keep the balls inside her, despite her intense arousal. "Good thing you're not in the Navy yet." Then she left him, going back to Liam who was standing obediently once more. His skin glistened with sweat and she wanted to lick it off. So she did, tracing his nipples with her tongue, catching a bead as he flowed down his back. Liam shivered, needing more of her mouth on his body. "No comment, no struggle? You're just letting me touch you?"
Liam let out a shaky breath. "I'm obeying your orders, Captain."
"And if I ordered you to your hands and knees?"
"I would obey."
"If I ordered your mouth between my legs?"
"I would obey."
"Then let's see how well you follow instructions, Mr. Jones. On your knees." Liam obeyed, kneeling the way she'd taught him. Later, she'd praise him for a job well done. Right now, she yanked her skirt up and hooked her leg over his shoulders, exposing her wet flesh to his greedy gaze. "Now lick but don't let me come, is that clear?"
"Aye, Captain." He steadied her by cradling her ass in his hands, moaning as she tugged gently on his hair. He ran his tongue the length of her slit, lapping up her wetness. Emma sighed; her Liam had a very talented tongue. This position let her ride his mouth a bit, clenching and unclenching her inner muscles around the the heavy balls. It was a whole new sensation, something she definitely wanted to experience as often as possible.
Liam loved tasting her, always, but this was different. She wasn't putty in his hands, she wouldn't let herself enjoy it as much as he knew she wanted to. She wanted those infernal balls to stay inside her slick cunt, ratcheting up her pleasure. He could see it on her face, the ecstasy of new sensation. Would she let him fuck her with the balls in? It was too hot for him to even think about.
"Right there, Jones," she hissed, jerking his hair. "Suck my clit."
He sucked the nub between his lips, hard and Emma shuddered and shook. She tried to hold back, tried to control it, but she came anyway, walls clamping on the balls deliciously. It was heady and she loved it, but Liam had disobeyed her. Half sighing, half groaning in annoyance, she righted herself and fixed her skirt. "Did I tell you to make me come, Jones?"
Liam colored, but he wasn't sorry. Emma coming was a sight be behold. "No, Captain."
"You know the rules, Jones. Absolute obedience." She scowled. "Get up, take of those boxers. Bend over the footboard and stay there."
"Aye, ma'am." He moved, stripping his remaining clothing and standing to the left of their treasure chest. His ass was exposed like this and he was curious about what came next.
Emma turned back to Killian, who looked wrecked. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. "You're going to watch," she said, dipping hand hand in and gasping his swollen cock. "You're going to watch what happens when you disobey me, Jones. And you'll wish it was you in his place. Now sit." She yanked off the boxers and found some rope, tying his wrists and ankles to the chair. "If you make a single sound, I give you a time honored punishment. Do you know what it is?"
"No, Captain."
"Flogging."
Killian bit his lip so he wouldn't whimper. He wanted her to flog him, to feel that supple leather striking his skin. And he knew that Emma knew it. They both knew how this would end. But they were going to have fun getting there. He nodded his understanding and watched her go. She plucked the hat from her head and dug in their chest for a paddle. She also got some lube and Liam's new plug, fully intending to honor her part of their earlier bargain. She laid the lube and plug in plain sight, watching the shiver run the length of Liam's body. She smiled and skimmed her hand over his pert ass.
"You disobeyed a direct order, Mr. Jones," she said in a clear voice. "Now I'm going to punish you. Count the swats, please."
Liam inhaled sharply, trying to anticipate the first blow. He knew it was useless, having been on the other side of this many, many times with Emma. The loud crack echoed in the room and Liam blew out "one" as he exhaled. His skin stung like hell—Emma was using one of their heaviest paddles—but damn him if his cock didn't harden more. She kept the swats at a steady pace, licking her lips as his skin reddened. She had to open her uniform jacket, revealing the corset underneath. After ten she paused, pressing up behind him and reaching for his cock.
"Impressive," she murmured as he groaned loudly. "So thick and hard, Jones." She jerked him a few times, enjoying the feel of him in her hand. When she squeezed his stinging flesh, he jerked, a ripple of need flowing through him. "I think you liked it."
He couldn't think, couldn't speak, his entire being focused on not coming in her hand. The spanking left him aroused to the point of pain. She had him completely undone, hers to do with as she liked. And he fucking loved every second of it.
Emma released him, kneeling behind him and spreading his cheeks. She blew cool air on the pink skin, his answering moan making her clit throb. Her tongue darted out, massaging the sensitive spot between his legs, just like the night before and like then, he shuddered, rising up on his toes, pleasure rippling through him. It was so much more intense than he was used to, intense but so, so good. Emma was a good mistress, knowing exactly how far to push him.
She turned her attention to his hole, licking and massaging. It took her a moment to get the lube, squeezing a large dollop on his skin. She shimmied out of her skirt, the material getting wetter by the moment. She was so wet, so turned on by Liam's willingness to let her play with him. Naked aside from the corset, she began massaging his balls before pressing her finger to his hole, circling it with increasing pressure.
"Such a good boy," Emma murmured, kissing his thigh. "Does that feel good?"
Liam groaned, fists clenching. "Bloody hell," he cursed. "Don't stop."
She pushed a finger inside, gently preparing him for the plug. "Hmm, no one's played with this ass before," she said. "So tight, Jones."
Liam bucked up; she was teasing him, not giving him what he wanted. "More," he found himself saying. "Jesus."
Emma added a second finger and more lube, curling her fingers to stroke him. Liam cried out, shuddering with pleasure. It seemed to radiate out, cock swelling with barely restrained need. He was teetering on the edge, needing to come, but determined not to give in. He wanted to see how long he could last under this delicious torment.
Emma moved her hand between her legs, deftly stroking her clit. Seeing Liam like this made her ache, the balls inside her not nearly enough. She moaned softly, riding her hand as she opened him up, relishing the almost unconscious push back of his hips. He was almost riding her fingers now; she fervently hoped that one day soon, she'd get to fuck him.
Killian's hands were curled into fists, nails digging into his palms. His hips rocked mindlessly in his seat, desperately seeking friction. Emma touching herself while touching Liam frayed his sanity; she was exquisite like this, dominating them in her commanding yet gentle way. He whimpered, unable to hold it back any longer, praying she would have pity and give him what he needed so badly.
Emma heard him, impressed he'd held out as long as he did. And he didn't stop, quietly repeating her name over and over, struggling against his bonds. Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers away from her core; she'd been close to another orgasm. She'd just have to add that to his punishment. Turning back to Liam, she removed her fingers, kissing the small of his back as he whimpered in complaint. She grabbed the plug, coating it with more lube. "Hold still," she commanded. Then slowly, carefully, she pushed the small plug inside. Liam groaned, shivering; it was different than he expected. Once it was all the way in, he felt stretched and...full? He nibbled on his lip, breathing deeply, trying to get accustomed to the feeling.
"Okay?" Emma asked.
At length, Liam nodded. "Aye."
She gave him a light swat. "Yes what?"
"Aye, Captain."
"Better." She pressed her thumb to the base of the plug and circled it; Liam jerked, not expecting it. But it felt good. "You may sit on the bed for now. I'll have need of you," she reached under him, giving him a quick pump, "later."
"Aye aye, Captain." His legs shook when he stood up; it felt like his whole body was vibrating. In Emma's hands, he didn't have to think, he could just be, and it affected him profoundly. Just as he settled—groaning as the plug shifted inside him, that was new—Emma put a cock ring on him. His cock swelled; it took every ounce of his willpower not to touch himself. All he could so was wait and watch as Emma toyed with her other plaything.
Emma wiped her hands with a wet wipe from the chest, then turned back to Killian, his muscles bulging as he strained against the ropes. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her in red, her breasts almost spilling out of the fabric. "You just can't follow orders, can you, Jones?" she purred, bending over him.
"I can, Captain. I swear I can."
"Didn't I order you not to make a sound?"
"Aye, but..."
Emma grasped him. "You just couldn't help yourself?" Her thumb spread precum over the leaking head. "What do you really want, Mr. Jones?"
Killian's breathing was labored, her hand stroking him just the way he liked. "I want...I want...fuck." He bucked into her hand. "I want the Captain to flog me, then..."
"Then what?"
"Fuck, Captain. I need you to fuck me. Please."
She let him stew for a long moment, then began loosening the ropes. "Stand up, wrists crossed. Do not move." He obeyed with alacrity; she smiled. She took a good sized piece of rope and wound it around his wrists. She left enough slack so she could suspend him from one of the hooks in the ceiling. She had to stand on their treasure chest to reach it, but once she had him where she wanted him, he wasn't getting away. The corset was restricting so she unhooked it, allowing it to drop to the floor. Both brothers groaned at the sight of her nude body and she stood up a little straighter. She loved having them at her mercy like this. She bent over and pulled out the flogger, turning it over and over in her hands. "I've always wanted to do this," she admitted. "Flogging's a lost art."
Killian's breathing hitched, his heart raced. Emma disappeared, stalking around him in her heels. "Ten lashes for disobeying," she said shortly. "Then five more for not letting me come."
He was stretched out, naked, tied to the bloody ceiling and fucking whimpering for the pain he was about to receive. It didn't take as long as he expected, the leather cracking against his back. Killian cried out, breathing deeply, cock twitching. The sting was different than anything he'd felt before but he was already addicted. Blows two and three were quick, same place; he relished the sting. He clenched up not from pain but from anticipation, imagining himself bent over, Emma taking him from behind. He settled into a near blissful state as the blows kept coming, the pleasure tinged pain exactly what he'd been craving.
Emma paused after ten, evaluating her work. Killian's back was criss crossed with pink and red, not enough to break the skin though. She didn't want to mark him permanently. These games were meant to be pleasurable and fun, not sadistic and creepy. She even kissed some of the worst ones, whispering praise into his skin. She went easy on the last five, aware this was his first time. Killian panted heavily, his body on fire.
Emma moved to let him down, massaging his wrists after unwinding the rope. "Well done, Jones," she said.
He nodded, marveling at her ability to seem cool and collected at a time like this. It was one the things he loved about the way Emma dominated him; she rarely raised her voice. She didn't need to; he was her willing plaything. Still, he was surprised when she dragged his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply. "Kneel on the bed, Jones," she whispered, tugging on his earlobe with her teeth. "Let's see how well you can take it."
He bit back a groan, moving to do her bidding. The bed was large enough for them, even with Liam waiting. His struggle, the elder Jones was discovering, was just beginning. He had to sit on his hands to stop himself from touching his cock; he was certain the slightest touch would set him off. It was the most he'd ever been aroused in his life and it was killing him slowly.
Emma retrieved Killian's strap on from their treasure chest, slipping it on. She loved that he let her do this, that he enjoyed it this much. She got off on it, the sounds he made turning her on. She knew she needed to speed things up just a little; Liam couldn't wear the cock ring for too long. Fortunately, Killian was well versed in what was required of him. He stayed still as she fit him with his own ring (he loved that) and as she teased him open with lube.
"Fuck," he moaned, pushing back on her fingers. "Fuck."
"Such an eager boy," Emma murmured, beckoning Liam to her with a crook of her finger. He was up in a flash, kneeling beside her. She tugged him down by his tags, kissing him roughly. "So obedient."
"Captain," Liam hissed, her fingers brushing his over sensitive flesh. "Fuck."
"Very soon, Jones. Very soon." He settled back on his haunches, the plug shifting again. He didn't know how Emma could tolerate something like this inside her for hours; he felt like he was about to explode.
"Please, please, please," Killian whimpered, annoyed at being teased. "Please fuck me."
Satisfied of his readiness, Emma ordered him to lay on his back. The sheets were cool on his stinging skin and he moaned. Then he saw Emma coating the dildo with lube and he cursed. She bade him to spread his legs, ass up off the bed, willing himself to relax as she finally inched the thick dildo inside him. She went slow; he was still getting used to the size of this one. The little fingers on the underside teased her clit, a moan tumbling from her lips. "Oh god."
"More, Captain," Killian pleaded. The stretch was amazing, the tip of the dildo hitting him perfectly. Even with the cock ring, it wouldn't take him long to come like this.
Emma let her instincts take over, rocking her hips into him, bending low to kiss him. His cock brushed her belly, over and over until he was shaking under her. She could tell he wouldn't last mush longer. "Liam," she hissed, still rocking her hips. "Fuck, get inside me! Now!"
Liam was too desperate to even think, he just reacted, quickly sheathing himself inside her swollen and dripping cunt. The balls were still inside her, stroking him, stretching her even wider and he shuddered hard. Emma lost her way for a moment, her body taut as a bow string. But they'd done this so many times, the three of them, bodies connected, bringing each other pleasure, achieving heights they'd never even dreamed about. She and Liam found a rhythm, no words, just blissful moans and whimpers as they all tried to hang on until the last possible moment. Liam came first, long and hard, unintelligible sounds tumbling from his lips. He had no sense of self, just white hot pleasure coursing through his veins.
Emma and Killian fell at almost the same moment, thick spurts of cum shooting across Killian's belly. She bucked into him hard, dragging out every drop she could, even as she drowned in her own blissful high. It was a powerful moment for all of them, a new level of intimacy reached. Emma sagged, exhausted, heart racing like she'd run a marathon. Killian pressed breathless kisses to her brow, thanking her over and over. He felt incredible, heart swelling with love and adoration for his wife.
Emma knew she needed to move, needed to start cleaning up, but she selfishly stole another moment in Killian's arms. When she did move, she realized she was sticky from his seed. She brushed a bit up with her finger and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmmm."
Killian groaned. "Shameless."
"And you love me for it." She hurried to collect all their toys; Liam was already asleep. Poor thing. She kissed his brow before heading to en suite to clean everything. Removing the balls was easier than she expected, one cough and they were in her hand. She cleaned them too, pleased to have found a new toy. Clothes tossed into the hamper, her costume and toys put away, she got them each tall glasses of water from the private bar. Killian was dozing when she finally returned, but she work him anyway. "Thirsty?"
"You are a goddess, love." He accepted the glass and downed half of it while she went to wake Liam up. She hated to—he looked so peaceful—but he needed to drink. She'd learned aftercare from the best, after all.
"Huuungh," Liam grumbled, reluctantly opening his eyes. "Emma?"
"Sorry. I thought you might be thirsty."
He nodded. "Thanks." Liam pushed himself up, feeling a little sore.
"You okay?"
He swallowed a huge gulp. "I think so. That was...something else."
She touched his cheek. "Good or bad?"
He kissed her palm. "Considering I came so hard that I passed out, I'd say it was very good, sweetheart."
"Sure?" She couldn't bear it if she pushed him too far, or took advantage of his trust.
"I promise. You were amazing, my love." He leaned forward to kiss her sweetly. "Perfect."
"I'm so proud of you, Liam." She hugged him. "Love you so much."
"And I you, Emma." She let him go to finish his water. She turned to Killian, taking his hand so they could go clean him up. She gently washed his torso, kissing along his collar, his pulse. When she was finished, he found her lips and she opened for him eagerly. He reached up and let her hair down from its bun, fingers in her golden tresses.
"I wish I had better words than 'I love you'," Killian murmured against her lips. "But I don't."
"I know what you mean," she replied, stealing one last kiss before resting her head on his shoulder. "I've never been good with words."
"You seem to get along just fine, darling."
"Showing you is more fun anyway."
He laughed. "Indeed it is. You were brilliant."
"How's your back?"
"Stings in a few places, but it was worth it."
"We should put something on it, like you guys do for me."
"If the lady insists." She did, so she found the lotion in their treasure chest. They returned to bed; to her surprise, Liam was still awake. He looked happy though, eyes lighting up when he saw her. They discussed plans for the following day, while she rubbed lotion into the worst marks on Killian's back. She resolved to take things easy for a couple of days so he could heal.
Before they shut off the lights for night, Emma plugged in her phone to charge. She scrolled through the emails and messages; there was one from their photographer. "Our wedding photos are ready!" she called excitedly.
"Really?"
"Email sent this afternoon," she confirmed.
Liam ran to get his laptop, booting it up and logging into the hotel's wifi. Suddenly, he wasn't tired at all. He was eager to see the pictures of their day, especially Emma in her gorgeous gown. The trio huddled around the computer as the website loaded. Their folder was password protected, but it was provided in Emma's email. As the photos loaded, her jaw dropped.
Killian grinned so hard his cheeks hurt. "You are stunning, Emma. Such a beautiful bride."
Tears stung her eyes; they all looked so happy. Her boys were so handsome in their uniforms, standing proudly on either side of her. She seemed to glow with happiness. She looked at Liam, who actually was crying. "Liam?"
He sniffed. "Sorry. I just...we really made it." He breathed deeply, trying to get a handle on his emotions. It was difficult to contain, but did he need to? These were the two people he trusted most in the world, his family. Emma squeezed his hand, understanding him completely. Liam was the one who yearned to be married the most and now they were. "It's okay."
Spontaneously, he leaned over and kissed her. "Only for you, Mrs. Jones."
She smiled. "I'll take that, Captain Jones. Commander Jones," she replied, finding Killian's hand too. "Should we look at the rest?"
They spent hours pouring over the pictures, reliving their wedding until the wee hours of the morning. Finally, exhausted, they settled in to sleep, closer than ever before.