He could see the image amused her, but it was serious to him. “Always. We’ll always catch you. Benjamin, make sure not to bind the joint.”
“I know what I’m doing. I took the same class as you.”
“You flirted with the training sub the whole time.” His brother’s demeanor was going to have to change. “And we’re about to have a wife, so we should talk about your lamentable habit of hitting on everything with breasts.”
Nat laughed a little. “Yeah, Dawson. You’re going to have to join team fidelity.”
Ben finished his knots and stroked the round globes of her ass, light affectionate caresses. “Not a problem, baby. I find myself only hungry for sugar these days. I think you can keep me sated. It’s going to be fun, though, watching my brother turn into a complete prig.”
Chase didn’t mind. People could say what they liked. Natalie was his, and he had no intention of ever hurting her feelings by noticing other women. Since he’d laid eyes on her, his vision seemed to have changed. Other women weren’t as lovely, didn’t have her glow. They could be quite nice, but he would never want them. Why would he need anyone else when he had the most gorgeous sub in the world? “I don’t care if I sound moralistic and stuffy. I didn’t like the stripper rubbing herself on me. It felt wrong.”
“Dude, we weren’t supposed to tell the wife about that,” Ben shot through clenched teeth.
Now Chase was damn glad he had her tied down because Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “Stripper? Rubbing? Explanation now, boys.”
Yep. She sounded like a wife. A pissed-off, possessive, no-one-puts-hands-on-her-men wife. “It was for the investigation. There was no funny business. And I didn’t touch Twilene. She touched me. And Ben is the one who put money in the G-strings because I just didn’t think that was sanitary.”
“Dude, we were supposed to be high-rolling city slickers, and you kept pulling out hand sanitizer.”
“I didn’t know where those G-strings had been. Or in some cases, I had a pretty good idea and that was why I was so hands-off. You’re lucky I drank out of those glasses and didn’t insist on taking a temperature reading on the dishwasher water. I think I tasted plague in my rum and Coke.”
Ben groaned. “Drama queen.”
He couldn’t help it if he understood the dangers of bacteria and viruses better than his brother, whose version of intellectual reading was football draft magazines in preparation for The Club’s annual fantasy football league. He was just about to defend his hygiene practices when Natalie’s whole body shook.
Chase practically leapt for his knife. “I’ll have you out in a second.”
She turned her face up. “Don’t you dare, Dawson. I’m thinking it’s a good thing to be tied down right now so I don’t have to play referee. And you tell Twilene—yeah that’s a real name—that if she rubs against my men again, her nasty G-string will see some suspension play, and she won’t enjoy it.”
His Natalie was a little bloodthirsty, but that was okay. If she was a polite little thing, he would likely walk all over her and that would be boring. It was much better to be slightly afraid of his wife. “Will do, sweetness. But you know we have to go back in, right?”
She laid her head back down, cheek settling in. “I know. How long, guys? How long before I don’t have to worry about you?”
Ben knelt beside him. “It’s moving pretty fast, baby. A week, tops, and we’ll wrap it up. We’re sure someone at that club either did the deed or knows who did.”
A fleeting image crossed Chase’s mind. Fuck. The pictures. They were there in his head. His mind focused for a split second on the photograph two rows up and three to the left of the Wispers neon sign. Stan Kirkman was smiling with his arms around two strippers. One Chase didn’t recognize, and the second was the one his brain had been caught on. She was wearing a hideous blonde wig, her plain features accented by a ton of makeup, but the cheekbones were the same, the eyes the right distance apart.
Surely she wasn’t involved.
Ben stared at him. His brother knew all his tells.
“What’s wrong?” Natalie asked.
“Nothing is wrong,” Ben replied, his lips a firm line. “Chase just wants to make sure I got my knots right before we start to play because tonight is all about fun and intimacy and cementing our relationship.”
He got the message. Tonight was about Natalie and her lovingly pushing her own boundaries, and giving her deeply distressing news wasn’t going to make anything better. It could wait until tomorrow morning. And his brother was right. They had better things to do.
She was tied up, wrapped up in bindings that held her and opened her completely for the prep play they needed. And she was calm and happy.
Natalie Buchanan trusted him with her body and her happiness and her heart. It was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received.
“Do you know what we’re going to do to you, sweetness?” He left behind thoughts of the case. They were on the Barnes-Fleetwood ranch and Jack Barnes took security seriously. There were security cameras here. There were motion-sensor lights and alarms on every door, installed, he’d been told, after Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood had decided it was fun to run around the yard in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. No one could get them here.
“I suspect you’re going to spank me.” The husky tone of her voice went straight to his cock.
He held his hand out, and Ben passed him the large plug that would complete her training. If she could handle that plug, she could handle his cock, and he could do what they’d wanted to do for days, get her in between them and show her what it meant to be their woman. “There is that. You know I love to smack that pretty backside of yours, but there’s something I want to do even more.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think that’s going to fit. God, Dawson, that’s an elephant plug.”
“Benjamin.” Chase sighed.
His brother knew exactly what to do. His hand went back and came down on her ass, making Natalie jump, but there was nowhere to go. She was tied down and at their mercy.
“I believe we said five for brattery, and that’s another two for the elephant comment.”
Ben smiled, settling into his work. Five more smacks reverberated through the playroom, each one punctuated by a breathy little gasp from Natalie’s lips.
“Such a naughty girl. Do you think she can handle much more?” Ben asked, his voice teasing. “Perhaps she should mind. That plug is a little smaller than my cock, baby. And I’m not an elephant. I prefer to think of myself as a stallion waiting to cover a pretty mare. And look, we have you all hobbled and ready for breeding.”
Oh, yeah, he liked the way his brother thought. Ben could often come up with nasty, fun, sexy games to play. The thought of playing out all kinds of fantasies with Natalie made his cock jump. He was pretty sure he’d seen a naughty nurse costume that would look hot on her. Or he could indulge his science fiction habit. “There’s a fantasy. She can be the last female on earth, and it’s our job to fuck her until she’s pregnant. It’s a postapocalyptic world and high-grade pussy is in short supply. I like it, Benjamin.”
“OMG, you’re both perverts,” Natalie said with a little laugh.
Chase shuddered. “Benjamin, that’s five more for even sounding slightly like Georgia.”
Ben obviously agreed, slapping her five times in quick succession.
Natalie teared up. “I promise. No more Georgia speak. No more.”
“Poor Natalie. She’s being so mistreated.” Chase glanced back at the cheeks of her ass. Ben had done just the right amount of damage. The skin was a lovely hot pink, but it would be back to its fair color in the morning. “She seems to think it’s too much. I don’t know that she likes this game.”