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Kerrington

Something’s up with Nicole. When walking out of the restaurant with Mason, she looked terrified, and that same expression is back on her face now.

TW lights up her phone screen. My protective instincts go ballistic and without saying a word, I pick up her cell from the charging station.

She’s on me so fast, I drop the damn thing, and it falls under the bed.

“Don’t,” she snarls.

My hackles rise. She’s hiding something big from us. This TW person has called her before. “Who is that, Nicole?”

She glowers at me.

My gaze narrows. “What don’t you want us to know?”

It’s like she’s turned into a rabid animal—all teeth and confusion and rage. “It’s none of your business.”

Landon edges closer to us like he’s afraid of getting bit. “You are our business. ”

Nicole shakes her head and drops to her knees, frantically searching for the phone that’s ringing again. Before I can stop her, she runs out of the room, rips open the balcony door and throws the goddamn thing over the railing.

What. The. Fuck.

Breathing heavily, she backs up, running smack into Landon, and he wraps his arms around her, whispering calming words I can’t hear because my pulse is swishing in my ears.

Tossing a phone twenty-seven floors down is a little too dramatic, even for Nicole. What the fuck is going on?

I storm over to the two of them, but Landon holds his hand out, silently stopping me. We look at each other, and he shakes his head, telling me to back off because now isn’t the time to push for answers.

But if not now, then when? All we do is hold off. Stall out. Wait, wait, wait. Nothing gets accomplished this way and I fucking hate it.

“No.” I make my way over to them. “I’ve waited long enough, Landon. This is bullshit. ”

“She’s upset.”

“Coddling her will not help.” I get he wants to keep her safe and all, but that can be done without shying away from the hard truths Nicole has got to face. And so must we. “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

Nicole shoves away from us and crosses her arms. The sheet she’d been wrapped in is long gone. She lost it when she went diving under the bed for her phone.

“Who was calling you?” My mind races through possibilities. “Who is TW?” Is it a new fiancé? If so, I think I might commit murder. I almost lost her to Mason. I’m not about to give her away to some shmuck in a Seersucker suit her parents approve of because his last name is famous, and his bank account is fat. Fuck that. Now I’m furious. “ Who was it, Nicole ?”

“No one you need to worry about,” she snaps back.

Covering her breasts and pussy with her hands, she backs away from us.

“Jesus Christ.” Landon hurries into the bedroom and brings out the comforter to drape around her. “Sit down. Both of you.”

I don’t budge, and neither does Nicole.

I’ve always been in love with her stubborn side. Right now, however, it’s pissing me the fuck off. “Sit.”

“ You sit.”

“Brat.”

She flips me the bird.

Fuck me running, but her spicy behavior makes blood rush to my cock. If she wants to play hardball, I’m totally down for that. “If you don’t sit now, I’ll make it so you can’t sit later.”

She rolls her eyes and doesn’t budge.

“Fine. Have it your way.” It takes me three seconds to reach her. I yank her blanket off and sling her over my shoulder.

“What are you—”

Smack ! I spank her so hard, my palm stings. “You want to be a brat? Fine, I’ll treat you like one.” I slap her ass again.

“Kerrington!” she cries out, but doesn’t fight me. If anything, she drapes more over my shoulder. My girl doesn’t even try to block me with her hand.

“Who was calling you?”

She doesn’t speak, so I spank her three more times in quick succession.

Nicole groans and I can smell her fucking arousal with her cunt this close to my face.

I drop her, not so sweetly, onto the couch. “Landon, bring me everything we bought.”

“Uh.”

“Do it.” I haven’t taken my eyes off hers. That fire burning inside her has consumed me. If she didn’t want me to have fun like this, she’d open that sweet mouth of hers and say so. “What’s your safe word, Duchess?”

“Teapot.”

“Fuuuuuck.” Landon sets all our products on the table and even shoves the sex bench closer. “Girl, you’re in for it now.”

Nicole arches her brow, challenging me.

This is not going to go how she thinks it will.

I grab the spreader bar first. “Who was it?”

“None of your business.”

Click, click . I lock her ankles in place and stretch the bar until she’s spread wide.

“What did you and Mason discuss at the bar?”

She licks her lips, her gaze finally sliding off mine and onto the blindfold I’m now holding. “Not. Your. Business.”

I slip it over her head and cover her eyes.

“What are you still hiding from us?”

She bites her lip and… for a fleeting moment, I almost think she’s about to give us something. I hold my breath. Landon leans forward from the seat he’s enjoying the show in.

Then she clams up and flips me the bird.

Brat .

Leaning forward, I suck her finger into my mouth, surprising her. “Do I have to fuck these answers out of you, Duchess?”

“You can certainly try.” Her lips curl into a wicked grin. “But I’m not easy to break.”

“Wanna bet?” Grabbing one last thing, I haul her over my shoulder again and carry her out onto the balcony.

Then I handcuff her to the railing.

It’s freezing out here, the crisp air making her nipples harden instantly. Goosebumps ripple down her sweet body, and she shivers.

“I could leave you like this all night,” I threaten.

“You won’t.”

She’s right, but making the empty threat and having her call my bluff gives me a little relief. Sometimes I fear she thinks I’m a dick because I’m not good at expressing my emotions with words. Clearly.

I’m good at fucking them out, though.

Bending her over, I keep one hand around her waist, so she feels secure. She’s not in danger of falling over the railing, but I’m sure it seems that way, given that she’s blindfolded and immobilized.

“I’m going to ask you again…”

“Don’t waste your breath,” she says before I can finish my sentence.

I smack her ass three times for the disrespect. “Bad girl.” Sinking two fingers into her pussy, I’m not surprised to find her already soaked. I pull out and stuff them into her mouth. “Suck, baby.”

She wraps her lips around my digits and follows orders like a good girl.

Landon holds out a paddle for me and winks.

“Did you like forcing those orgasms on Trick earlier?”

Our girl perks up a bit. “Yes.” She answers with a hint of suspicion, which I like.

Landon leans in and growls in her ear, “What comes around, goes around, Duchess.”

I shove two fingers in her pussy again, moving them fast and hard as I crack down on her ass with the smooth side of the paddle.

She cries out and grips the railing she’s chained to.

Good. She’ll need to hold on for this ride.

I crack her ass again, then flip the paddle over to rub and soothe her red skin with the soft side.

“Oh my god,” she groans.

Switching positions, I brace my ass against the railing and stand between her and the iron bars. Reaching between her thighs again, I sink my fingers into her cunt and mercilessly hit her G-spot while alternating the sides of the paddle.

Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure.

Pain-pleasure-pain-pleasure-pain.

She screams and shakes with her orgasm. Our pretty Duchess squirts all over herself, me, and the balcony. It drips off the goddamn railing. White clouds burst from her mouth as she sucks in ragged breaths.

I don’t relent.

If anything, I double down.

Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure.

This goes on and on until she orgasms four more times.

Wrung out, she drapes over the railing with the spreader bar keeping her gaping for us. She’s perfection in the moonlight.

“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp against her ear.

Whimpering, she leans against me and doesn’t respond.

“Want to tap out yet?”

“N-no.” Sweat dampens her skin, even though it must be thirty degrees out here.

“Want to tell us who that phone call was now?”

“Definitely not.”

“Suite yourself.” I shove a dildo into her next. One in her pussy, and a smaller, lubed one up her ass.

Landon’s doing a great job at reading my mind, and the scene, offering me toy after toy to pleasure her with.

“You want to be fucked by both of us, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” she whimpers.

“Think you can take two cocks in this sopping pussy, Duchess?” I stuff a finger inside her, along with the dildo, just to see if she’s able to take that much.

She does with no trouble.

Our girl is primed and ready.

Too bad she hasn’t earned that pleasure reward yet.

Collar , I mouth to Landon. He retrieves that and the leash within seconds. When I lock it in place around her throat, she groans again.

“Our Duchess likes being punished,” Landon teases.

“She must, since she does everything in her power to get in trouble.”

Nicole groans again and grips the railing, bracing for whatever I might do next.

“I want inside this ass,” I warn, nipping her shoulder. “You going to let me in, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuuuuuck. I’ve never been a Daddy before, and I gotta say I’m a little mad it’s taken me this long to discover how much I like it. Grabbing the lube from Landon, I lather a healthy amount onto my dick, then drizzle some into her ass crack. Playing with her hole, I rim and tease, just for fun, before pressing against it with the head of my throbbing cock.

“Stay relaxed,” I coach her. “And just push out a little for me.”

“I know what to do,” she snips impatiently.

That earns her another spank. I’m just trying to keep her safe. There’s no need for the back talk. When I press against her again, however, she does what I tell her.

“That’s it.” My dick is much bigger than the little dildo we just played with. It’s going to take encouragement and patience to get inside her this way. “You’re doing so good for me, Duchess.”

I ease into her nice and slow, a little at a time, until I bottom the fuck out.

Goddamn, she’s tight.

And warm.

And perfectly made for us.

Rocking into her slowly, I give her time to adjust. “That’s a good girl.”

She whimpers, her fingers bright white from how hard she’s gripping the railing. “Harder.”

I look over at Landon, a little surprised. He shrugs and goes back to watching where we’re joined.

I thrust into her a little more forcefully. She yelps and loses her footing, but catches herself. “Again.”

I give our Duchess exactly what she wants, how she wants it.

If only she could understand we’d be this way in every aspect of our lives together, if she’d only give us a fucking chance.

Our bodies slap together. Soon, I’m sweating too.

She comes two more times, and I love the sounds she makes and the way her cunt is dripping. It’s a fucking swollen mess. Her ass is red. Her body won’t stop shaking.

“More!” she cries out.

I fuck her like an animal until we’re both grunting, feral, mindless creatures on the balcony. Yanking the leash, I choke her just enough to make her come again.

I’ve never met a woman who sets fire to my blood the way she can.

“I fucking love you.” I growl, railing her harder. “Do. You. Hear. Me.” Each thrust punctuates my words. “I…” Slam . “Fucking.” Slam . “Love.” Slam . “You.”

Nicole screams out my name and squirts all over herself again.

Just like earlier with Landon, I’m in awe that she has any fluids left at this point.

I fuck her harder. Mercilessly. I spank, bite, pinch, and claw at her. I love that she doesn’t use her safe word. I love that she’s screaming my name.

My climax finally breaks loose and surges through me in a raging fire. I roar with my release like a man free-falling straight into hell.

I’ve never felt so free in my life.

When I finally pull out, Nicole collapses in a heap of cum, sweat, and tears.

Landon and I make quick work of uncuffing her, and she rips the blindfold off just as I scoop her into my arms and carry her back inside.

“We’ve got you,” I say, taking her into the bathroom.

She looks entirely too pale and flushed. Fuck, I think I overdid it.

Her ass is cherry red. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose are too. Her bright and shiny eyes lock on me, and I feel every kind of way about it.

Setting her on her feet so I can get a towel for her backfires. My girl folds like a lawn chair. “Kerrington.”

Holding her against me to keep her upright, I let Landon set things up for us. Aftercare is paramount.

“We’ve got you,” I say again, trying to soothe her .

“Stop saying that,” she whines, half-heartedly smacking my biceps.

“But we do have you, Nicole,” Landon argues.

She starts crying, and I have no idea why. Is she hurt? Is it a sub drop? Is it whoever that phone call was from?

Is it us?

Nicole sobs into my chest, making it impossible to tear away from her, even to start a bath or get a bottle of water, or take in a full breath.

I suddenly realize breathing is inconsequential when she’s in my arms like this.

Maybe I’m a little fucked up, but I like breaking things just to put them back together. I like being needed in a way that’s special. I like that she takes what I give her and begs for more, even if it hurts.

I love giving pain with pleasure.

I hurt her.

I want to hurt her more.

I’m a monster.

The old Kerrington shows up in my head. The one who walked in shame for indulging in my kinks until Landon showed me how to hurt without breaking. How to take without destroying.

I’m a piece of shit. I should have never gone that far. I shouldn’t have liked it so much.

She’s going to hate me for this in the morning .

I know these thoughts are my guilt and insecurities coming out to play. And I know how to deal with my demons now. Reaching blinding for Landon, I use him like a lifeline.

“I’m in a Dom drop,” I say, but my voice sounds far away.

“It’s okay,” Landon says, getting me down on the floor with Nicole. “I’ve got you both.”