Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

“Spread your knees wider. Good. Show us what belongs to us. Hands on your thighs, shoulders back.” King guided her to how he wanted her.

“So fucking pretty,” I commented. Those nipple rings thrust up toward us and glinted in the light just as our wedding rings did.

King took the necklace from his shirt pocket, held it up for her to see. It was a simple silver chain with a small diamond centered in the front.

“You’re our wife now. The rings on your fingers prove that. But you’re also our submissive. We’re in charge of everything in the bedroom, but also out of it when it comes to your safety, your comfort. We won’t let anything hurt you. It’s our job to protect you.”

Sarah looked up at us through her dark lashes. She nodded and King continued.

“This necklace is like a collar, a sign that your submission is ours. While others might see it as a pretty piece of jewelry, we’ll know your pussy, your orgasms, your every pleasure belongs to us.”

“And wearing it is an outward sign that you agree to this, that you submit to us, you give yourself to us, openly, wholly. Completely.”

“Yes!” she cried, ready to stand.

King held out his hand to still her.

Moving behind her, he slid her long hair over her shoulder so it fell over her left breast, then wrapped the necklace about her, the diamond settling at the base of her throat. It was a short chain, not quite a choker, but thin. Dainty. Feminine. No one looking at it would suspect the hidden—and very important—meaning.

Once clasped, she lifted her chin so I could see. “Perfect.”

I held out my hand and she took it, stood.

“Are you all right?” I asked. If she had any worries, any concerns, any reason why she might not want to proceed even though she’d practically shouted her consent, I wanted to know now. Because while she was a virgin—not for much longer—we’d push her just the way she wanted.

“Overwhelmed, but in a good way. I mean, not even two days ago I thought you two were vanilla and now we’re married. It’s happened really fast.”

That was true, it had. At the same time… “It’s been slow as fuck, princess. It hasn’t been two days, it’s been ten years.”

“If you’re not ready, we’ll wait,” King said. He ran his finger along the curve of the necklace. “If you want vanilla, you’ll have vanilla.”

She frowned. “Why would you think that now, after all we’ve done. I mean, I had a plug in my butt for three hours yesterday and now I’m naked while you’re both dressed. Again.”

King chuckled at her accompanying eye roll and my heart lightened. She lifted her hands, one to cup King’s jaw, the other to cup mine. Her skin was warm and soft and I breathed in her scent. Tilting my head, I kissed the inside of her wrist.

“I want both of you. I, too, have been waiting a long time. I just can’t believe you’re both really mine.”

“Believe it,” I said, then paused, lowered my tone. “Let’s talk about a few things while our dicks are under control. Are you on birth control?”

She flushed a pretty shade of pink, the same color as her nipples. “IUD.”

“That means, what, you can’t get pregnant for five years?” King asked. We weren’t experts on the details of all forms of birth control, which meant we’d always used condoms. Every time. The only woman we wanted marked with our cum was Sarah.

She nodded. “Four more years. I won’t get into the details of my uterus, but I don’t have periods either.”

While I had nothing against fucking our princess while she was on her period—no part of her was off limits where I was concerned—this news only made things easier. “Nothing wrong with a working uterus.”

She turned an even darker shade of pink. “I’m not ready for a baby. Maybe someday. We can talk about it and I can always have the IUD removed, but for now—”

“For now, we get you all to ourselves,” I said, suddenly possessive. I didn’t even want to share her with a baby we made. Not yet. Like she said, someday I wanted a whole houseful of kids.

“Neither of us have ever fucked without a condom. Today, with you, will be the first time. I’m clean,” King said.

“Me, too. We’ve got the test results downstairs if you want to see.”

She shook her head, her silky hair sliding over her bare shoulders. “I believe you.”

I nodded. “Good. Then we’ll take you bare. Nothing will ever be between us.”