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  “Let’s examine these changes, shall we?” He stepped back, looking her over where she stood in a plain, black bra and those offensive Spanx. He grabbed the scissors again.

  “Oh God,” she moaned as he pulled the tight underwear away from her skin.

  Sam moved in behind her, cupping each breast with his hands. “Don’t worry, I have her.”

  “Sam,” he scolded lightly.

  “We don’t want her to move,” Sam said with an irrepressible grin.

  Roarke just shook his head. “Stay still,” he told Ava.

  “Thought I might do a little dance,” she sassed.

  “Sam,” Roarke instructed, moving the scissors safely away from her skin.

  Sam gave her a smack on the ass. She jumped then groaned as he landed two more. Her head rolled back on Sam’s shoulder. Damn, she really needed this if just a small bite of pain made her react like this. Her breath had quickened slightly, her eyelids half-closing.

  He pulled harder on the material, there wasn’t much give in it. He used the scissors to snip at the material.

  He cut as far down as he could then motioned at Sam to turn her. Ava buried her face in Sam’s chest as he cut the shapewear. Then he tugged them down until he could safely snip them completely off.

  As soon as the material was pooled at her feet, he put the scissors down and ran his finger over the marks they’d left on her skin.

  “Sam, go and get the cream,” he ordered. When Sam slipped away, he reached for the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts from its constrictive grasp. He threw the bra away then turned her. He stared down at her body. Her breasts were larger. Fuller. There were a few stretch marks on her breasts and stomach that he knew she hated.

  But to him they were just signs of the battle she’d gone through. Her pregnancy and birth hadn’t been easy.

  “Lots of women wear Spanx. Probably men too.”

  “That so?” he drawled.

  “It is. And I bet their husbands don’t cut them off.”

  “They should.” He ran his finger across the marks on her stomach. “These offend me.”

  “You’ve left worse on me!”

  “That’s different. I don’t like any marks on you that haven’t come from me.”

  She rolled her eyes and he half-turned her, giving her a few smacks to her ass.

  “Ouch! Ow!”

  He knew her protests were mostly show. He wasn’t spanking hard. Just enough to get her attention. He turned her back to face him. She rubbed at her backside.

  “What was that for?”

  “Sam, Ava seems to have forgotten how to address me when we’re in here. Perhaps she needs to be gagged for a while until she remembers her manners.”

  “Oh, I have something to gag her with,” Sam said with a grin as he handed over the cream.

  Roarke shot him a firm look. “I wasn’t thinking that. Go and get an actual gag.”

  Her eyes widened. “I don’t need a gag. Sir.” The Sir was added hastily.

  Sam returned. “Seems a shame to use a ball gag when I have the perfect way to keep her quiet.”

  “You’ll be quiet or I’ll gag you as well,” Roarke told him. Although he glanced down at Sam’s ‘gag’ which was at full attention.

  “If you’re a good boy, I’ll have Ava suck you off later.”

  Ava looked down at Sam and licked her lips. “Please, Sir.”

  “Later,” Roarke told them both. “Open your mouth, little one.”

  Ava opened her mouth reluctantly and he slid the ball into her mouth and pulled the strap over her head.

  “If you need to stop things for any reason I want you to tap me on the shoulder, understand?” Roarke told her.

  Roarke knelt and opened the jar of soothing cream. He rubbed some gently over the marks on her tummy. Sam watched them both hungrily.

  “Sam, go behind Ava. You may play with her nipples. Ava, spread your legs. Wide.”

  She murmured something behind the gag and he gave her a stern look. She widened her legs. Sam played with her nipples and Roarke could hear him whispering words of praise to her. This is what Ava needed. To know how desired and wanted she was by her men. He leaned in and kissed along her stretch marks. Ava jolted, attempting to step back.

  “Stay still,” Roarke growled at her. “Sam, hold her steady.”

  “Got her,” Sam said cheerfully. Roarke saw that he once more had his hands cupped around her breasts.

  Roarke rolled his eyes as he moved his mouth down over her lower stomach towards her pussy. He pulled the lips apart, could see her juices glistening on the plump folds. He ran his finger along her slit, gathering up her moisture and then he leaned back, looking up at her as he took his finger to his mouth and sucked.

  Sam made a groaning noise.

  “Poor Sam, are you hungry?” Roarke crooned.

  “Starving,” Sam complained. “I haven’t eaten that pussy in so long. I’m a man in dire need here.”

  Roarke ran his finger back through her folds, then stood and held his finger out to Sam. Sam sucked it into his mouth. Roarke took in a sharp breath, feeling an answering pull in his cock, and the desire to feel Sam’s mouth around his dick.

  “Please, Sir,” Sam begged.

  “You want to eat her out?”

  Sam nodded eagerly.

  Roarke raised an eyebrow. “Not sure you deserve to after that stunt you pulled tonight.” He cupped Sam’s chin with his hand. Ava was pressed between them, still, watching on.

  “You will never do that again — do you understand me? Or I will stick that delicious cock in a chastity cage, and have Ava do a strip tease. And then I’ll take a whip to you. Understand me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Sam’s voice was breathless.

  “Good. And as for you.” He looked down at Ava, whose eyes widened. “No more taking everything on those small shoulders. We are here to help. And we can’t do that if you don’t talk to us.”

  She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

  “Sir?” Sam asked.

  Roarke knew what he was asking about. “I’ll address that after.”

  The three of them needed this time together. Afterwards they would deal with her spitting. That was a very serious conversation and they were all too wound up to deal with it right now.

  “I know I haven’t been there for both of you and that stops today. I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted, I can promise you I’m not going to fail either of you again.”

  “It goes both ways you know,” Sam told him.

  “What does?”

  “Communication. Trust. Whatever is going on with you, you can tell us, Roarke. We’re not just here for you to take care of. We’re here for you to lean on. We’re here to look after of you as well.”

  “I know that.”

  “Do you? Then why won’t you tell us what’s got you so distracted? This distance between us, it started after Lily grew ill. I get what’s going on with Ava. She’s been working to be a perfect mother and thinks that means dedicating herself to Lily and denying her kinky side. For some reason, she thinks she can’t be kinky and a mom, but what the hell is going on with you?”

  Ava was glaring up at Sam, clearly not happy with his assessment.

  “I think he hit that one on the head, didn’t he, little one?” Roarke asked her.

  She rolled her eyes but gave a disgruntled nod of her head.

  “You don’t have to be perfect, Ava. You’re an amazing mother. We all know that. We’re so proud of you, baby. We love you.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead since she was still gagged.

  Then he looked over at Sam. “There’s something going on at Indulgence, my club in Waco.” When he’d opened Indulgence, he’d hoped to get back in contact with Tom. Tom had been like family until the death of Austin, Roarke’s brother. Tom had blamed him. He’d understood it, but he’d also missed the other man. Luckily, with the help of Tom’s hellion wife, he’d managed to mend the bridge between them.

 
Both of his subs stared at him with wide eyes.

  “What’s going on?” Sam asked.

  “It looks like someone is stealing from me. Dylan and I have been trying to figure it out for the last six weeks. There’s nothing on the security tapes. We can’t pin down who it is.”

  “So, that’s why you’ve been working so much. Why didn’t you tell us?”

  Roarke shrugged in the face of Sam’s questions. “I didn’t want to worry the two of you.”

  “We’re here to support you, Roarke. We want to.”

  “You’re right. And I forgot that a sub can take care of their Dom. I shouldn’t have. I apologize.”

  “What are you going to do?” Sam asked.

  Roarke sighed. “Are you sure you want to talk about this now?”

  “No. I want to watch you paddle Ava’s ass and then I want to fuck her, and then I want you to fuck me, and then I want us to fuck her together, and then I want to start all over again. And again.”

  “That’s a lot of fucking,” Roarke told Sam.

  “I don’t intend for any of us to walk straight in the morning,” Sam admitted.

  Roarke reached around and grasped him around the nape of the neck. “Remember who is in charge here.”

  Sam gave him a cheeky grin. “Hmm, I seem to have forgotten. Maybe you should remind me.”

  Oh, he’d remind him all right. But in ways Sam might not enjoy. Hell, who was he kidding? Of course, Sam would enjoy them. Sam loved everything. Roarke had to get rather creative about his punishments with his sub. In fact, denying Sam pain or pleasure usually had a better effect in getting him to behave. But he wouldn’t do that tonight. There had already been enough of that.

  Roarke looked over at Ava. “Sam’s right. We’ve been drifting apart. And we can’t lose each other. I’d be lost without the two of you. I love you both so much.”

  Ava threw herself at him. He reached up and pulled the gag out of her mouth.

  “I love you,” she whispered. Then she looked at Sam. “I love you as well.”

  He drew both of them into his arms, holding them tight.

  “So, this is nice and all. But now can we get to the fucking?” Sam asked.

  “Sam,” he scolded as Sam laughed. But the knot in his stomach eased and he felt lighter than he had in months. As though the weight of all his worries had lifted.

  Sam was right. He’d forgotten that his subs were here to support him as well. That he could lean on them.

  He’d try not to forget that again.

  3

  Roarke, Sam and Ava

  Ava shivered as she lay on the spanking bench. It was slightly tilted so her head was higher than her ass. Leg and arm rests protruded from the bench, padded heavily and covered in black leather. She was kneeling on the leg rests, her thighs spread wide.

  She tugged at the restraints securing her wrists and ankles to the bench. She wasn’t going anywhere. A tendril of worry snaked through her and she quickly glanced at the video monitor.

  Lily hadn’t made a sound. She relaxed slightly. Well, as much as she could while tied down to a spanking bench.

  “Cold, little one?” Roarke crouched so he was in her line of vision. Her stomach was pressed against the cool padded top of the spanking bench, but she definitely wasn’t cold. Anything but.

  “No, Sir,” she replied.

  He looked over at the monitor. “Sam is going to be in charge of the monitor while you and I do a bit of playing.” He grinned. It wasn’t a cheerful grin. Nope, it was pure evil. She shivered again. “And we’re going to have some punishment.”

  “Punishment?” she squeaked.

  “You don’t think you deserve punishment?” He ran his hand down her back and then lightly slapped her ass. “For keeping things from us?”

  She stiffened.

  He ran his hand down her back again. Slapped her other cheek. She jolted then groaned quietly as heat filled her body. He continued to spank her, his movements almost lazy. Unhurried.

  Meanwhile, she was so hot and bothered she had to bite her lip to stop herself from begging him to hurry up and move to the good stuff.

  She’d learned that urging your Dom to hurry up was never a good idea. They didn’t take kindly to having their plans interrupted.

  He paused and rubbed her ass. She whimpered. The spanking hadn’t been hard enough to really hurt. There was a sting. It warmed her ass. But that just turned her on.

  “What do you think of this ass, Sam?” Roarke asked.

  “I think it’s fucking hot.” There was a note of strain in Sam’s voice. She bet he’d be reaching for his cock, running his hand up and down that magnificent piece of equipment.

  “Sam, no,” Roarke said sharply.

  Sam made a groaning noise. Yep, she would have won that bet.

  “Go and kneel in Ava’s line of sight. She can tell me if you act out.”

  Sam moved into her vision. He knelt with his back straight, his hands on the top of his spread thighs. His cock stuck out, the head glistening with pre-cum. Damn, he was magnificent.

  Roarke turned the monitor slightly so Sam could see it better. She almost protested. But Roarke and Sam were right. She had to let them help more.

  Then Roarke touched her ass again and everything else fled her mind. It was always like this with him. With both of them. She tended to forget everything else.

  “You’ve gone all tense,” Roarke murmured. “Tell me what that thought was.”

  He cupped his hand over her pussy and she whimpered.

  “Ava?”

  She took a shuddering breath in. Then cried out as he smacked his hand down on her pussy. Hard.

  “Ow! What was that for?”

  “You didn’t answer him quickly enough,” Sam said cheerfully.

  Crap.

  “Ava?”

  What was it he’d asked?

  Smack! His hand landed on her pussy again. Oh God, the mix of pleasure and pain. It was intense. Too much.

  “I was concerned because I couldn’t see the monitor. But then I told myself that I needed to let you guys help more, like you said. Whenever I’m around you I tend to lose my mind. I forget about everything but what you’re doing to me.”

  “Which is the way it should be,” Roarke told her. “You are an amazing mother, Ava. But you need downtime. You can’t do it all.”

  “I’m sorry for shutting you both out.”

  “Sam, go and get a blindfold.”

  She tensed but didn’t say anything as he settled the blindfold around her. “Sam and I have everything under control. And you’re going to relax.”

  Relax? Somehow, she didn’t see that happening while he was touching her. Then he pressed that damn ball gag back to her mouth.

  “Open up,” he commanded.

  She opened her mouth and he slid it inside. Something round and made of rubber was placed in her hand.

  “Squeeze it.”

  She squeezed and a high-pitched voice squeaked, “quit it, big bad Dom.”

  “Sam,” Roarke growled.

  Sam laughed. “You should see your face, Sir. What? We can’t have a bit of fun? It’s a playroom. I got it from eBay. I thought it was gold.”

  She couldn’t help but giggle.

  “Oh, you think it’s funny as well,” Roarke complained, smacking his hand down on her ass. “The two of you are in desperate need of discipline.”

  She squeezed the toy and Sam laughed.

  Roarke gave her two more sharp taps. “That toy is your safe word. Do not squeeze it again unless you want things to stop. And Sam, I wouldn’t laugh if I was you. You’re next.”

  “I cannot wait.”

  Roarke stared down at Ava as she lay bound, gagged and blindfolded. Her ass was a delicious pink color. His cock pressed against his pants painfully.

  “Sam, come here and undress me.”

  Sam rushed over and undid the buttons of his shirt then drew it off. He dipped his head in to kiss each of Roarke’s nipples. r />
  “You’re just adding to your punishment, pet.”

  “I know, Sir,” Sam said cheerfully.

  Ava made a groaning noise and he glanced over at her. But she wasn’t fighting the bonds or squeezing the toy. He guessed she was probably disappointed that she couldn’t see what was going on.

  Sam undid Roarke’s pants then drew them down his legs. Roarke nearly sighed in relief as he was relieved of the constriction against his hard cock.

  Sam threw the pants to one side. “Would you like me to take care of that for you, Sir?” He licked his lips as he stared at Roarke’s shaft.

  Tempting. Very tempting.

  “No, thank you. Go back and sit in your position.”

  Sam pouted. “That’s no fun.”

  “Sam!” He pointed at the spot where Sam had been kneeling.

  He kept up the stern look until Sam turned away. Then he grinned. Some Doms wouldn’t appreciate Sam. He wasn’t exactly an obedient sub. But Sam was just Sam. And Roarke loved him the way he was.

  Roarke moved to his toy cupboard, grabbing some lube, a plug and a paddle. He set them down on the small table by the spanking bench.

  He turned back to Ava. It was time that both of his subs remembered who was in charge.

  “Little one, in this relationship, keeping things from each other can destroy us.”

  He picked up the paddle and ran it lightly over her buttocks. Then he drew the paddle back and smacked it down on her bottom.

  “We’re all guilty of it.” Another smack of the paddle. Not hard. But enough to cause her to moan, to have the cheeks of her ass turn a deeper shade of pink. “Of holding back.” Smack. “Of acting out.” Smack. Smack. He looked over at Sam who just smiled. Sam had gotten what he wanted. If he had to pay the consequences of those actions, he didn’t look at all worried.

  He put the paddle down and ran his hand over Ava’s ass then split her cheeks apart running one finger over her puckered entrance. It contracted then released.

  “Been a while since we’ve taken this lovely ass, hasn’t it, Sam?”

  “Too long,” Sam agreed. “I love that ass. Almost as much as I love Ava’s pussy.”