Burke let his hands skim the curves of her hips, dragging the dress down. He knelt behind her, helping her step out of the dress. Her lacy black bra, previously tangled with her hands, came free, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong and some spectacular fuck-me heels. Burke tossed the dress and bra away and really looked at her gorgeous ass. He traced the line of her thong from the little triangle at the top of her ass down the valley where the little string of black lace disappeared. So fucking sexy. And in his way.

He hooked his fingers under the straps. “This has to go, too. But keep the shoes. I like them.”

“Gee, thanks, Burke. They’ll keep me warm,” Jessa snarked, looking over her shoulder at him.

Cole growled, his eyes narrowing. That look let Burke know just what his brother wanted him to do.

“Damn,” Burke said as he pulled the thong down her legs and helped her balance while she stepped out of it. “You obey or you’ll get in trouble. And you have to listen carefully. He gets to a point where he communicates entirely through grunts and shoving his cock somewhere.”

“Your sarcasm is duly noted,” Cole said.

Burke ignored him, preferring to kiss the dimples right above her ass. He loved that little valley and how it dipped and curved. “Luckily for you, I speak Cole. He’s not happy with the snarky attitude, sweetheart. He’ll love you for your sass outside the bedroom, but he won’t put up with it here. Get on your hands and knees. We’ll start with a count of ten. When I’m done, you’ll find your slave pose and ask Cole very nicely to forgive you.”

“I will?” The question squeaked out of her mouth.

“Absolutely.” Cole sounded supremely confident.

Burke nodded, confident, as well. He knew something Cole couldn’t yet. “The minute I told her we’d start with ten, she got aroused as hell. I can smell her.”

Jessa tried to take a step away, but he caught her. “Burke, stop embarrassing me.”

Her skin was flushing, and he smiled. It wasn’t polite. “I would think after having one of us deep in your pussy almost constantly for the past four days that you’d be over the embarrassment. I love the way you smell. I want to stick my face in your pussy and drown.” He caressed her hip. “Sex is dirty and nasty, sweetheart. Do you really want some nice boy who will politely fuck you once a week in a standard missionary position and never, ever spank you? Or refuse to shove his cock up your ass while he shares you with his brother?”

She glanced at him over her shoulder, cheeks stained pink. “No.”

“Good. If you want two men who will obsess over you, treat you like a princess and a hot sex toy all at once, then get on your knees and take our discipline.”

Jessa dropped immediately to her knees and presented herself. Cole’s eyes glittered, and Burke smiled. Yes, she was exactly what they needed.

* * * *

Jessa felt the plush carpet beneath her and tried to breathe through her excitement. God, what were they doing to her? Five days ago, she’d been a virgin. Sex had seemed so unimportant when compared to everything else. Now she was on her hands and knees waiting for two hot men to spank her and fuck her and take everything she had to give.

Why?

Because she loved them. She let the thought flow through her as Burke settled himself behind her. She looked up, and Cole sat like a king on his throne, watching her with those deep blue eyes that reminded her of the night sky right before a storm. He wore a satisfied smile that made her womb clench, one that told her he meant to fuck her ruthlessly and often tonight.

“This is the right choice, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you.” Burke’s hands soothed over her backside.

She knew that and couldn’t resist baiting them. “There’s a lot of talking and not a lot of action.”

She heard the smack before she felt it. It cracked through the air, stinging her. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. It hurt a little, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Instead, she opened herself to the sensation, the visceral heat of it, letting her senses really take it in.

Another smack, this time on the other cheek. She groaned. Fire licked at her skin. Yep. She’d definitely felt that one. Eight more.

She breathed in as Burke struck again, this time a bit faster, a bit harder. She memorized the sound of his hand hitting her ass, the sharp breath he took with each slap, Cole’s tightening posture. She let the smells wash over her. Burke and Cole’s cologne came first, masculine and clean. But her arousal, musky and pervasive, settled underneath that. No way to hide it. Getting her butt spanked was doing something for her. Burke struck again and again, moving around, laying his hand on every part of her ass, the tops of her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs, then landing a blow directly on her pussy.

The physical sensations astounded her. Her ass was burning, but it was an oddly sweet heat, reminding her how alive skin could feel, reminding her that every part of her body was connected. Burke’s every blow washed like a wave from her ass to her pussy, drenching her. Her nipples tightened. She fisted her hand into the carpet, and she whimpered.

But she was dazzlingly alive. This was what she’d found in the last week. Lights seemed brighter. Sounds louder. Smells more decadently tempting. And her painting…oh, she’d found her passion again. When she wasn’t with them or working at the hotel, she was painting with a purpose she hadn’t had in a long time. Passion. Love. Acceptance. They’d opened doors Jessa hadn’t known she’d closed.

Another blow, and she moaned, unable to stop the sound. She didn’t even want to. She wanted them to know that she felt it. Burke smacked again, striking in the center of her ass, lighting it up. Jessa waited for the pain to bloom into something else.

“That was ten, sweetheart.” She could hear the approval in Burke’s thick voice.

“She took it well. I was right.” Cole smiled down at her. His body was poised back in the chair, but he’d opened his slacks and released his cock. He stroked the thick column in one hand while he watched her, the very picture of decadence. “She’s very submissive sexually.”

“You only know the half of it. She’s so wet.” Burke’s hand stroked her ass now, tracing the flesh he’d struck until he skimmed down to her pussy.

Jessa gasped with pleasure as he forced a finger past her swollen folds and up her hungry cunt. She felt so empty. She hadn’t even realized it until just now. She wanted one of them inside her. “Please...”

Burke chuckled behind her, his finger teasing lightly. “Please? What would please you, sweetheart?”

“You. Or Cole. Or both. I need you.” She wiggled, trying to tempt that finger deeper inside and maybe to bring a friend.

Burke pulled away. “Not yet. You have something to say to Cole.”

She looked up. Cole was still leisurely stroking his cock, the enormous organ standing straight up like a temptation she was dying to taste. Yes, she had a few things to say to Cole. Things like, “take me now” or “I’m going to scream if you don’t fuck me.” But that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Jessa sat back on her heels, wincing a little at the ache in her ass. After she’d figured out that Cole was into BDSM, she’d looked it up on the web. She’d found thousands of images, articles, and videos on the subject. She understood the single thread that bound every piece of BDSM information together: trust.

She spread her legs wide and lowered her head, trying to keep her spine as straight as possible. The slave pose was a way of greeting a Dom. It showed a submissive’s trust and respect. She’d been aroused by the pictures, but a little afraid until she’d understood that this was an exchange of power. It wasn’t a stronger person taking from someone weaker. It was a mutual decision meant to bring peace and pleasure to both parties. Jessa hoped she had the pose right. She wanted to please him so much.

“Beautiful, baby. You have no idea how exquisite you are to me.” Cole’s deep rumble rolled over her. She felt his hand on her head, sliding into her hair. Burke still hovered at her back. She heard the rustling of clothes, but she kept true to her role, leaving her head submissively down when all she wanted to do was watch Cole undress. “Do you have any idea what it means that you figured out how to do this yourself? That you cared enough to study?”

She smiled, though she knew he couldn’t see it. Cole was so insular, always waiting for someone to reject him, thanks at least in part to their bastard of an uncle. Burke wasn’t far from him, but knew how to hide the insecurity better. But she suspected these two gorgeous men had been rejected before. How many women had used them for the pleasure they could give but refused their love because they couldn’t function apart? How many of them had spurned a ménage relationship most of the world would reject? The world could go to hell as far as Jessa was concerned. The world could shrink to just the three of them, and she would be happy.

“Jessa, I have never felt about a woman the way I feel about you.”

It took everything she had not to look up. Cole sounded tentative, and despite his deep voice, vulnerable. It took a lot for him to admit that. She kept quiet and listened carefully out of respect.

“I want to be responsible for you. God, I want to be your Master.”

It was the equivalent of “I love you” in the BDSM world. Jessa felt tears prick her eyes. Burke made no qualms about his feelings, but Cole had been far more reserved. He’d clearly taken every rejection to heart, while Burke’s sunny disposition allowed him to shrug it off more easily and move on.

Cole’s confession now warmed her and gave her strength.

“I want your mouth on me while Burke prepares your ass.” Cole settled a hand under her chin and lifted it gently. She let him lead her slowly up, enjoying every inch of his body from his muscled legs to that cock that made her mouth water, all the way up to his beautiful blue eyes. “We don’t have to play this way. I’ll still be here, Jessa. It means a lot that you would try.”

She shook her head. She didn’t want a Cole who simply tried to please her. She wanted every dark bit of him getting what he needed. “I took my spanking. I want the rest of it, too.”

A smile of pure joy lit his face in the form of a bad-boy grin. He leaned down and kissed her, touching her lips sweetly to his. “Then I’ll give it to you, baby.”

He took his cock in hand, and Jessa sighed, leaning in. She really wanted this, to please him. They had spent days worshipping her. It felt right to revere one of them now.

“All right, baby. Lick the head for me.”

The head as he called it, looked enormous, and there was a pearly drop on the tip. Dying to know how he’d taste, she leaned forward and did as he bade, running her tongue over the bulbous tip. Cole tasted clean and woodsy; his masculine scent filled her senses. His hissed-in breath made her smile.

“Open up for me, sweetheart,” Burke said, pressing down on her back. “I need to plug this pretty ass. We bought this one two days ago for just this occasion.”

Cole got to his knees as Jessa went back to all fours. Burke forced her legs farther apart, making a place for himself there. Cole offered his cock as Burke caressed her backside.

She licked at Cole, running her tongue around the head again. She loved the soft skin covering all that hardness. Cole’s hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper. She opened her mouth, allowing him to invade. He was so big. She could barely get her tongue to swirl around the thick stalk, but she managed it, slowly whirling. He groaned, and the hand in her hair guided her with lazy insistence.

The hand on her hip gripped her, too. The brothers held her firmly in place. Something cold and wet dribbled down the crack of her ass. Lubricant. They had been playing with her ass every time they made love, preparing her for what they wanted. One of them would distract her with pleasure while the other stretched her for the sharing. She’d thought they would simply do it, but they had taken care of her patiently and with great care.

She didn’t even move when Burke started to rim her with his fingers. She was used to the pressure. He massaged her ass with the lube, forcing the tight ring of muscles to accept his invasion. She shivered at the pressure and the jangly feelings of heat and tingles he gave her.

“Take me deeper, baby,” Cole’s voice had gone guttural, his strokes into her mouth quicker. “God, I love how good your mouth feels. So hot and tight on my cock.”

“And your ass is so lovely.” Burke’s words joined with Cole’s, a stereo of praise that made her feel wanted and sexy and beloved. “You keep that cock in your mouth. Don’t lose Cole. I’m going to work this plug into you. God, I can’t wait to get my cock in here. She’s going to be so fucking tight.”

Cole’s hand softened on her hair, petting her. “Ease up, baby. I don’t want to come until I’m deep inside you.”