Shayla Black: Their Virgin Secretary

Tate slipped his section of the ring on her finger, then Kellan eased his into place.

Eric stood in front of her, the last piece of the ring in his hand. He smiled down at her, love shining from his eyes. “You’re everything to me, baby. Thank you for bringing us together.”

He slid the final shining circle onto her finger. Somehow, the three pieces fit together perfectly. The individual pieces were pretty, but together they created something new and utterly unique. Each were stronger together than they were apart—rather like her men.

“This is beautiful. I’m nearly speechless. When did you have this made?”

Tate flushed. “I might have thought about this…oh, a month or two after you came to work for us. I might have talked to the others about it off and on for the past few weeks. Eric might have found a jeweler here to make it. Kell might have picked up the beautiful collar in Chicago. You know, just maybe.”

Belle laughed and rose on her tiptoes to kiss them gently, one after the other. “You three are my whole world.”

And they always would be. No matter what happened.

“Then you should prepare to serve your Masters, love.” Kellan’s voice had shifted from smooth lover to hungry Dom in an instant, and Belle’s whole body tightened.

This was what she’d missed when Kellan was away. Eric spanked and played with her. Tate dabbled. But only Kellan could truly top her from a soul-deep place.

She dropped to her knees because she couldn’t think of any other way she would rather celebrate her engagement than serving the men she loved. It was an easy thing to do since they served her so well in return. They took care of her, saw to her needs and her pleasure, kept her safe.

She bowed her head submissively and spread her knees wide. It no longer felt odd to be in this position. Before, she’d felt vulnerable with her body on display. Now she found her feminine power here. She found the beauty. Being on her knees for them allowed her to focus on her body, the way it felt, moved, loved. She could focus on the pleasure and comfort she took and gave. When she was in this position, she was safe.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?” Kellan asked.

She could see his perfectly polished dress shoes. They were joined by Eric’s loafers and Tate’s sneakers. She let her hair fall forward and cover her smile. Tate would wear sneakers with a tux. She would have to make sure to pick out his footwear for their wedding. He wasn’t going to be allowed to wear high-tops on their big day.

“I know how beautiful you make me feel.” When she was with her men, she really felt like the sexiest woman in the world.

They stepped back, and she could hear them undressing. She wanted to look up so badly, to see their magnificent bodies as they stripped down, but she’d pledged them her obedience here in their bedroom. They had sacrificed so much to be with her, to share her, to teach her that they could last. She didn’t need her eyes to see them. Instead, she waited patiently, allowing memories to fill her mind. Every inch of their bodies was emblazoned in her brain, on her heart.

“Look up, love,” Kellan commanded. “It’s time to get your men hard and ready to fuck.”

She glanced up. They didn’t need any help being ready for sex. Three very erect cocks stared back at her, straining her way. She wasn’t about to argue though. She was their submissive and she couldn’t wait to bend to their will.

Kellan stood in the middle, his strong legs apart as he stroked his cock from base to head. “Suck me, Belle. I want to be so hard I can’t see straight when I finally take your ass.”

Anticipation thrummed through her system. She would finally have them all. They’d been together in bed before, taking turns, but that wasn’t how they wanted it. That wasn’t how she wanted it either. Since she’d met them, she’d dreamed of the night she would finally make love to all of them at once—one each in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. She would be filled with them. They would fit together like the ring on her finger, nestled and interlocked. Complete.

She leaned forward and licked at the head of Kellan’s cock, reveling in his salty taste. Her tongue spun around the plum-shaped head, licking as if she tasted a sweet lollipop she couldn’t suck deep enough. That wasn’t far from the truth. She loved the way he tasted.

Belle took him in her mouth and drew on him, lightly at first, then in a stronger rhythm as she began to work her way down his stalk. Over and over, she sucked him in long passes, letting her tongue play against his smooth skin.

Kellan’s hands found her hair, pulling gently so she would take more. She wanted to take all of him, to suck him until he couldn’t take another second of her torture and filled her mouth.

“Time for a change, love. I’m not the only one who needs you tonight.”

And then he was gone, and Eric took his place. He stood tall and proud in front of her, his cock in hand. “Suck me, too, baby.”

Belle licked the underside of Eric’s dick with the flat of her tongue, rubbing and laving her affection. Eagerly, she took half his cock on her first try. He rewarded her with a deep groan, tangling his hands in her hair and pulling gently. The little pain lit up her scalp, making her shiver, even as she sucked his cock deep again. They found a sultry rhythm. He pulled and she sucked, every motion of his expressive hands cradling her face or pulling on her scalp, sending signals to her pussy, to soften, to get wet, to make itself ready for what was to come.

He filled her mouth, his cock swelling inside.

“You feel so good. No one but you has ever made me feel this amazing.” Eric pumped his hips, begging her to take more. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

She had no intention of that, but when she glanced up, she noticed Tate had moved to stand beside Eric. He watched as his best friend’s cock sank in and out of her mouth. His hand was on his own dick, stroking himself as he drank her in with his stare. He was so hot, and all that masculine desperation was for her. She sent him a come-hither smile, reveling in playing their vixen.

“You know I love it when you get saucy, baby.” Tate groaned as his thumb worked across the head of his cock, gathering the little bead of moisture and using it to ease his strokes. “But don’t forget about me. I need your attention, too.”

“Now I remember the crappy part about sharing my wife.” Eric moaned as if in pain, but he spoke with a smile on his face. “Come closer and we can share at the same time. I think Belle can handle us both. She’s a hell of a woman.”

As excitement ripped through her, she felt someone moving in behind her. A big hand touched her back.

“Keep sucking Eric and Tate while I get you prepped, love. Don’t falter or we’ll stop the whole process and you’ll get a good, long spanking,” Kellan said, sliding his hand toward her backside. “You don’t want to have to start over again, do you?”

“No, Master. No, I don’t.”

While she kind of loved the idea of a good, long spanking, it would have to wait. She needed them too much. She longed to finally be with them all together. Fate willing, she would have plenty of time to misbehave and earn her “funishment,” but tonight was all about the togetherness they’d all waited so long for.

Eric and Tate moved close, their hips nearly brushing. The position allowed her to touch them both. Belle studied them, still unable to believe these beautiful men were all hers.

She didn’t take her eyes off them as she moved in close and took Tate’s cock firmly in hand. He filled her palm, and she could barely close her fingers around him. With a firm stroke of his dick, she leaned in and took Eric back into her mouth. Multitasking. Someone had told her she was a brilliant multitasker, though she rather thought they’d been discussing her secretarial skills. It came in handy when sexually satisfying three gorgeous men.