Sophie Oak - Back in Bliss

He leaned over, softly rubbing his lips over hers, nibbling on her bottom lip and drawing it inside before planting soft kisses all over her face. “What part should I present first, boss?”

Logan was the boss in the bedroom. Seth made the financial decisions. And they had a mutual agreement that as they both learned the other’s roles, they would make the decisions together because they were a family.

“I want to see my sub’s breasts.”

Seth’s hand briefly toyed with the small platinum and diamond collar around her neck. Along with two wedding rings, she had taken their collar as well. Every time she touched it, she was reminded of how loved and protected she was.

She had her collar and they had their tats. Seth had a matching one to Logan’s, a gorgeous G on his chest proclaiming to all the world that he was taken. And Logan couldn’t ever claim again that it was for his last name because his last name wasn’t Green anymore.

Tears threatened when she remembered the moment. “I can’t believe Momma Marie actually cried.”

The sweetest smile came over Logan’s face. “It was a long time coming. I’m just glad Ma was able to keep the secret and Seth was able to push it through so fast. Marie Warner is the head of our family. It was long past time we took her name.”

At the anniversary party the night before, Logan and Teeny had given Marie a gift. Their change of name certificates. Logan and Teeny Warner. As it should always have been. Momma Marie, the toughest woman in Bliss, had broken down and cried because after all this time, her family shared her name.

And she’d told Georgia how pleased she was that she would be known as Georgia Stark-Warner. It was kind of the best name ever.

“It was a perfect idea, Georgia,” Logan said. “It was the best gift I could give them.”

She felt Seth’s hands start to undo the tiny buttons at her back. Nat and Kitten had taken their time buttoning each one carefully, and Seth seemed determined to take it off just as slowly. Each button would come undone and she would feel a little kiss on her spine.

All the while, she watched as Logan eased the zipper of his slacks down. He ran a hand down that cut chest of his, and with slow deliberation, eased his cock out. He was a delicious sight, his eyes on her as he stroked himself. His cock was so gorgeous, big and full and already wet at the tip because she knew he’d been thinking about her.

Seth eased her bodice down and pulled at the cups of her corset. Her breasts, the same ones she’d always hated, spilled out, but she kind of loved them now because Seth’s hands were cupping her, Logan’s eyes heating at the sight. And her nipples were practically singing a hallelujah chorus.

The pads of Seth’s thumbs brushed her nipples, his voice low against her ear. “Someone’s excited about her wedding night.”

Damn straight she was. They had held out for the last five days. Nothing but cuddling. The boys had spent the night before at Logan’s childhood home and she’d been left here with Nat and Kitten. It had been fun, but she needed her men. They had gotten her used to regular freaky, awesome sex. And they had gotten her used to more than just that. “Well, I’m ready to see what all the fuss is about. Logan’s made me wear a plug for three hours every day.”

The bastard. He’d explained that he wanted their wedding night to be special, but she thought he was trying to make her insane. Every day he would spend time on “training.” He would get her naked and introduce her to a flogger or the spanking bench. One time he’d spent three hours on touch play, as he called it. He’d used a bear claw on her, sensitizing her skin, and then ran a long feather over all her girl parts. He alternated between warm wax and ice cubes, making her squirm and writhe. And then he and Seth would go to other bedrooms and she would want to scream. The one time he’d caught her trying to relieve herself, she’d been treated to a long time over his lap.

But he was right because now all that waiting made the night feel special.

Logan’s cock seemed to pulse in his hand. “Oh, you’re going to find out.”

Seth moved behind her, rubbing his erection against her backside. “Do you know how long we’ve wanted to do this to you? To get you between us?”

“Forever.” It seemed how long she’d been waiting for them.

“Absolutely, baby. Forever.” He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She couldn’t help but respond, her whole body feeling languid and soft, ready for anything. Logan could be deeply inventive, and not all of his topping her was purely sexual. Some of it was just sensual. He’d spent an hour working her over with a deerskin flogger that was buttery soft on her skin. She’d been wary at first but after a couple of minutes, she’d found herself drifting, relaxing. And he found the act relaxing, too. They hadn’t had sex, but they’d cuddled afterward, perfectly content. He was teaching Seth to use it, too. Soon she would really have two Doms, like she had two husbands.

“Georgia, get out of those clothes and present yourself to me.” Logan’s hand gripped his cock, and she could tell he wasn’t going to torture her tonight. No. He wasn’t going to wait at all.

Seth helped her out of the rest of her clothes, skimming his hands across her skin, making her shiver with excitement. He held her hand as she stepped out of the dress wearing only a pair of lacy white panties and pearly white Christian Louboutins.

“Off with the panties, but leave those shoes on,” Logan ordered.

Seth winked as he got to his knees in front of her. “You know how attached we’ve become to your footwear.”

Her men had a footwear fetish. If she bought a new pair of shoes, she had to give them a fashion show, and they claimed they couldn’t really appreciate the shoes unless she wasn’t wearing anything with them.

She groaned a little as he put his mouth on the mound of her pussy, wetting the thin fabric with his tongue.

“God, you smell so good, baby.” He dragged the panties down her hips, but his mouth stayed where it was, his tongue licking up her labia and worrying her clitoris. “You taste even better.”

He left the panties where they were and parted her labia with his thumbs, opening her for better access. His tongue played all around, licking and sucking and laving.

“Only one, Seth.” Logan was watching through narrow eyes, his hand working up and down his cock.

“Just a little starter, baby,” Seth said.

Oh, yes. Her every pink part was playing the cheerleader now. Go, Seth! Go!

“Don’t you move, Georgia. You let him suck you.” Logan couldn’t give up control even halfway across the room, but she’d come to adore him for it.

She held herself still, giving over to the husband kneeling in front of her. He slipped a finger inside, unerringly knowing exactly where to go. One finger and then two foraged inside her pussy as his tongue traced circles around and around her clit, sliding over her with feathery pressure. So close and so far away and Logan had forbidden her to move. Clever bastard. He knew damn well she wanted to sink her hands in Seth’s hair and hold him where she needed him the most. Now she was trapped and at Seth’s will or she knew exactly what the Dom would do. He’d put a halt to everything and she’d find herself bound to a spanking chair with no hope in sight of a starter orgasm.

“Oh, Seth. Please.”

“Yes, baby. I want to please you.” The pressure on her clit tripled and he rubbed her G-spot in just the right place.

The orgasm swallowed her, racing along her skin, wakening her every cell.

She wobbled on her heels, but Seth was there, catching her before she fell. He hauled her to him, kissing her with abandon. She could taste herself on his tongue.