Because she trusted them.
They started with a light flogger on her back and ass that only served to make her hornier and beg for more. They took turns with light bare-handed spanking before working up to a paddle.
After five swats of the paddle, she heard a Hitachi switch on, and that was the last coherent thought she had for a while, until she finally called yellow on the orgasm play and they turned the vibrator off.
Toby, grinning from ear to ear, knelt in front of her. “Ready for more, or are you done?”
“More what?”
“Canings, coming, cuddling. I’m easy.”
“That’s what he said,” she teased.
“She’s still able to talk,” Logan said. “We obviously didn’t do a good enough job.”
Actually, they had. She didn’t want to expend all her energy right then and not have any for them later. “I’m good…for now.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Cut her loose, Logan,” he said. “We’ll finish this night at home.”
* * * *
They spent another couple of hours at the club before leaving. After walking Chewi, they retired to the bedroom. She tried to talk her guys into putting the tuxes back on and fucking her while wearing those, but they wouldn’t be swayed.
“I have to have some limits for you,” Logan joked. “And ruining a couple of tuxes with lube is one of them. Those things are expensive.”
When Toby grabbed a condom, she knew what was in store for her that night. After the men stripped, Logan pulled her on top of him, impaling her pussy with his cock and kissing her, a hand fisted in her updo and holding her firmly in place.
Behind her, Toby’s fingers started probing her ass, lubing her, prepping her. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?” he teased. “I bet you’re already squeezing his cock, your pussy’s so anxious to ride.”
“She is,” Logan confirmed, staring up into her eyes, a playful smile on his face. “She’s real anxious.”
She loved it when they fucked her at the same time. Damn near addicted to it, the men had been amused to find out that them playing with her ass now triggered her pussy to immediately get wet and ready, her body expecting the double penetration treat.
Logan nipped at the side of her neck, making her shiver. “Such a good girl for us,” he said. “We love being inside you at the same time, being part of you, together. We love making your head explode like that.”
That was one description for it. Something about the feel of both of them inside her gave her intense orgasms every time. No hand or toys needed, either. She didn’t know why and guessed it had something to do with where the cocks pressed against each other and inside her at the same time.
She didn’t care why, because it felt damn good.
Once Toby had comfortably worked three fingers inside her, and she was loudly moaning with pleasure, he pulled off the glove and rolled a condom onto his stiff cock.
“Fuck, I love it when you sound like that,” he said. He lubed his cock and then she felt it, the first press, the slow, steady push as he breached her rim.
He wasn’t even all the way inside her ass before the first orgasm spun up and started soaring through her.
“Hell, she’s coming already. Get moving.” Logan let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, holding on for leverage as he fucked himself up into her.
She knew her role—just stay there and let them fuck her. They didn’t need her help, and in fact if she tried to rock her hips without them telling her to, it could throw off their rhythm.
Since there didn’t appear to be anything wrong with their rhythm, she was happy to let them do their thing.
All she had to do was sit there and enjoy it.
By the time the fourth rolling orgasm washed through her, she was feeling the strain in her arms from keeping herself propped up, and Logan likely could see the struggle to remain upright in her face.
“Okay,” he said. “Time to finish her off.”
She squealed with pleasure, unable to help herself as they both pounded their cocks into her, harder, faster, until finally she heard Toby, and then Logan, let out groans of pleasure before they fell still.
Collapsing on top of Logan, an exhausted, sated sigh escaped her.
Toby stroked her back. “Better, baby?”
“You guys always make it better,” she said.
Logan stroked her cheek. “Do you really like your necklace?”
She opened her eyes to look at him. “Yes. I love it. It’s absolutely perfect.”
Toby pulled out and went to clean up, returning with a warm, wet washcloth for her and a towel. After they were snuggled together in bed, Chewi jumped up, settled himself at the end of the bed with his back turned to them, and let out a snort.
“Hey, she’s ours,” Logan said. “Minuns or not, you have to share.”
“Yeah,” Toby told the dog. “We love her, too.”
Chewi lifted his head, looked at them, and made a huffy-sounding snort.
About time you’re done. That’s my head minun you’re messing with.
He put his head back down.
“I swear I could almost hear him talk and complain about us taking too long,” Toby said.
“Ditto,” Logan echoed.
“I’m telling you, he’s world dominayshun dog,” she said. “He has mental powers.”
“I’m starting to believe you,” Toby said. “Seriously.”
Chapter Fourteen
It was a gorgeous spring Saturday.
The perfect day for a joust, as a matter of fact.
They heard the cheer of the crowd go up on the other side of the fairgrounds where the jousting was currently being held.
“Sounds like someone just got knocked off his horse,” Toby quipped without looking up from the intricate bracelet he was working on.
“Those guys are nuts,” Logan added. “Just not right in the head.”
“Hey, they have fun and they bring the crowds,” Rebecca reminded them. “Don’t ever forget that. Without crowds, we don’t make sales.”
They were at the Sarasota Fairgrounds, where they were holding the first weekend of a two-weekend medieval fair. Considering she didn’t have to load up the RV and head out, and they could sleep in their own bed every night, it was an easy weekend money-wise. The large Ren fair up at MOSI in Tampa would be starting the weekend after that, and again, she wouldn’t have to take the RV. She’d rather drive back and forth in the CRV every day.
Besides, the men would help her out every weekend, making her life simpler. Now that they’d both picked up the techniques, they were helping her produce more jewelry than ever, and the custom pieces she was creating to be day collars were starting to really make her decent money.
She was even considering dropping a couple of venues next year, instead of having to be on the road all the time.
Yes, she’d admit it. She was spoiled having Logan and Toby share her bed every night, even if Chewi was still a little miffed at having to take the end of the bed.
They were, after all, his friends and minuns with the good nommies. He couldn’t stay mad at them for too long.
Her FetLife account had exploded in a good way as local kinksters started friending her and spreading word about her creations, and new orders flooded into her Etsy store.
Pretty soon, she might be able to make a living with nothing but the Etsy store sales and the custom day collars. Traveling would be totally optional.
She never thought there’d come a day when she’d think that.
Especially because of Toby and Logan.
She knew she technically could afford to keep traveling, but as both Ed Payne and Kel had counseled her, it was far better to put that money aside and pretend it wasn’t there, or dole it out in small, regular payments, and keep it for a rainy day.
A woman walked up and started perusing the bracelets, then caught sight of her collar.
“Wow, that’s beautiful! Is that one of your creations?”
Rebecca smiled and pointed. “They made it for me.”