"Good girl," Lawson whispers. I just about come in my pants. "Say the word and this stops whenever you want..."

      I nod breathlessly. We share a silent look, as if in final confirmation that we're doing this.

     "Now that that's cleared up, we need you to step away from the closet," Casper instructs. He's already tugging on my arm, but I remain hesitant. "You can either move now, and we'll let you choose the weapon. Or we will move you and choose our toy of choice."

      My brows fly up. Is he serious? Of course, this is the one-time Casper would be serious. They look at me expectingly. I inhale through my nose and reach towards the closet. There are too many things in there that I'd rather they not see.

      "Just tell us your choice." Lawson intercepts my attempt, lips twitching with contained amusement. Prick. "I can find it for you."

       I show my discontentment with a clenched jaw but give him my answer. "The vibrator." Simple enough choice. Plus, I figure it might limit my actual contact with the guys. Too much at once and I might get addicted.

      He roots through my collection leisurely. He looks over a few items with interest, gaze glazed as if he's imagining the many ways that we could enjoy each toy. He pulls my anal hook out with an arched brow as if in attempt to shame me, but there's no kink shaming in this house. I keep my head held high. Plus, the tick in his jaw shows just how much he likes the idea of it too. My head juts a little higher in defiance.

      "Which one?" he finally asks. "You've got quite a few different options here."

      "The wand." There's no hesitation, some of my confidence returning. I won't feel shame for my collection. Plus, the wand should limit physical contact, preventing my literal combustion.

       I don't know why I feel the need to rile them up. Almost like I'm trying to gain some control on the situation. I know that I'm only asking for trouble...but that thought is only more enticing. Trouble with them two sounds perfect. "You're oddly quiet Casper. I should have known Lawson was the dominant in your relationship."

      Casper's eyes light up, as if he's been waiting for me to snap out of it. "There's the real Dez." He stalks towards me. "I won't pretend that I don't like being dominated. I love being punished and directed by him. I love to give him control and feel at his mercy. There's something so powerful in submitting to him... I think you understand that power. We both know how this is going to work, Desi... As much as you like defiance, what you really want to do is submit. That's really the only way this is going to work."

       I quirk a brow at him, pretending that his words don't affect me as much as they do. Because he is so right, and it's taking everything in me not to toss them the lock to my handcuffs and beg them to have their way with me.

       "You're always in charge," Casper starts anew. I stumble backwards as he moves towards me, backing up until my knees hit the bed. He nudges me into a sitting position, towering over me even more. He bends down just enough so that his face rests a few inches away from mine. "I think Ms. Charge Nurse needs a break. You need someone to tell you to sit the fuck down... You enjoy the mental break submission can offer."

       I say nothing. If his words alone have me feeling this way, I can't imagine how I'll survive his touch. He nudges my nose with his and rests his forehead against mine as he speaks. "You like to feel powerless just as I do. You've always been a good girl. Always a rule follower. This is the safest way for you to rebel." He pushes me until I'm lying on my back, and then crawls over me. "Haven't you ever wondered why you're such a brat? So snarky and defiant. You want to break the rules. You want to be naughty, and most of all you want to be punished for it... Who knew little miss goody two-shoes would have both a praise and punishment kink?"

       My lips part in surprise and I hate that I find myself incapable of opposing him.

      "Luckily for you I made Lawson promise to go easy on you, tonight. No punishment. We can discuss rules later."

      My brows fly up again. Casper containing Lawson? He had the leash now. What alternative reality have I entered? My head whips to the side in search. Lawson is standing next to the bed, watching us with dark eyes. I feel my body shrink under the intensity of his gaze.

      "Have you ever been with two people at the same time, Desirae?" Lawson asks. His voice is even deeper than usual. If this is what an aroused or flirty Lawson looks like, it's a wonder Casper didn't break sooner than that night they shared their first kiss.

      I shake my head feebly, tongue numb in my mouth. He smirks like he's pleased with my answer, as if he's even more excited.

      "You've probably thought about it a lot." He sends a pointed glance at his defiled boxers that Casper placed on the bed. "I bet the idea of pleasing us both at the same time makes you wet."

      My mouth is useless. Speak Desirae! I'm usually confident in the bedroom, but I'm feeling so much right now that I don't know where to start. I want to say and do so many things that I can't choose just one to voice.

      "Your silence is pretty telling...Show us."

      That gets me talking. "Excuse me?"

      "Show. Us." Lawson repeats slowly. Casper rolls onto his side beside me, leaving room for Lawson to crawl on my other side. I look at Casper for help, but his eyes are just as dark as Lawson's.

      "We did speak of an undressing kink." Casper grins. "While I tend to prefer to do the work myself, I think Lawson's onto something." Yeah, onto my humiliation. They're still fully clothed. The room is bright, and I know there's no chance they'll agree to turn the lights off. There's no hiding. They want me completely bare and vulnerable.

      There's not a single part of me that genuinely wants to put a stop to this. If I ignore the little voice of fear, all I see are green lights. So, I metaphorically put my big girl panties on and take my literal ones off. I take my shirt off first, jaw ticking when their eyes linger pointedly on my bra. With the tilt of my chin, I remove it too. I hesitate with my pants, fingers idle on my zipper. My vagina's betraying me. There'll be no hiding just how much I want them.

       Pictures of Casper smelling my arousal on Lawson's boxers still haunting my thoughts, I toss my pants over Lawson's side of the bed just in case. Casper's blue eyes follow my discarded clothes as if in betrayal, but the look doesn't last long. His heated gaze zeroes in on my center, and I clamp my thighs tighter to shield his view. Even though I know there's no point. The way he licks his lips is sinful. He has a better mean of tasting my arousal now, and by the way his eyes light up I know he's thinking the same.

      "I asked you to show us. We're not going to see anything like that." Lawson reminds, hands nudging my knees to mark his point. "Spread your legs."

      I don't fight his hold, I let him push my legs open, bearing me to their view. Despite achieving his goal, Lawson keeps his hand on my legs, making sure that I don't try to hide again.

      It's killing me how slow they move. They just sit there and watch me. From head to toe, my skin burns under their scrutiny. They make no move to hide the extra attention spent assessing my chest and cunt.

      "Beautiful," Casper eventually whispers, putting me out of some of my misery.

      Lawson hums his agreement. "And so wet." To prove his remark his hand drifts up my thigh until he drags two fingers through my folds. I buck against his touch, but his other hand stays firm on my thigh. Firm enough to keep me in place.

     My eyes trail the string of arousal that follows his fingers when he pulls them away, and Casper moans as the moist noise that echoes in our silence proves just how wet I am.

      Lawson rubs one wet finger gently across Casper's lips, before bringing his fingers up to his own mouth. Casper licks his lips fervently, only getting the smallest taste of my arousal, while Lawson sucks the rest from his fingers.

      Like he knows that wasn't enough to satisfy Casper, Lawson says, "You'll get a better taste, later." A promise that I am all too looking forward to.

      I'm glad Lawson has taken the lead because my brain isn't computing well enough to plan my next move. I may as well be tied and at their mercy. Who needs handcuffs when you can be restrained by overpowering lust?

      "I want you to put these on," Lawson passes me the clothes that I never should have borrowed. "And show us what you did that night."

      With burning cheeks, both in rage and shame, I make a grab for both articles of clothing. They shake their heads. "Those are too pretty to put away." Casper stares at my chest as he speaks. I fight the urge to cover myself. I don't usually give up control so soon. It isn't like me to submit so easily. I would usually put up a little bit of a fight. I'd usually challenge them. Make them work for it. Trust has to be earned, and it seems I've already given them all of mine.

      I take a steadying breath and meet their eyes. This is Casper and Lawson. Despite the years that have passed, I trust them whole-heartedly. I never used to be shy with them. That's probably why part of this feels so natural. So, who says a submissive can't take control? They want a show? I'll give them a show. They want to torment me? I can play that game too. The real Desirae is coming out to play.

      I pull the shorts on slowly and bend my knees underneath me so that I'm sitting on the heels of my feet. Wearing his clothes is clearly doing something to Lawson. My confidence only grows as I glance at his tense jaw down to the bulge in his pants screaming to be set free.

       There's nothing embarrassing about taking care of your own pleasure. I close my eyes and let my memory drift back to that night in their guest bedroom. I tease my clit through the crotch hole, rubbing circles against my skin. Encouraged by Casper's labored breaths, my fingers drum faster. The orgasm threatens to come a lot faster than last time. I'm too worked up to last. I barely pull away in time, breath catching in my throat at the near miss.

       "We want to see the whole thing," Lawson grunts. "Don't stop before the best part."

       A small grin erupts on my face. They think I'm choosing to tease them. Choosing to defy. But I'm only following his request. The defiance will come when I'm not so desperate. "I did this last time," I tell him. "I stopped myself at the last second, because something told me that you'd be into orgasm denial."

      He doesn't say anything. Neither does Casper. They're silent as they watch me with even greater attention.

      "I teased myself like I thought Casper would, and suddenly my fingers weren't enough." I palm myself over the cotton and grind my hips against my hand. "I didn't know whose boxers they belonged to, but I knew one of your dicks had rubbed against the material. I needed to cum on that same spot." I thrust into my hand with no shame, chasing that orgasm I just threw away. My tits bounce with each thrust.

      "Fuck," Casper grunts. Like he's reached the last of his resolve, he finally unzips his pants to take his dick in hand. He strokes himself lightly as he continues to watch me. Lawson shoots him a warning glance that I can only interpret as, don't you dare come, yet. That simple glimpse into their dynamic, into their power exchange, sends me over the edge.

      I throw my head back and release a guttural moan as my hips work to prolong the orgasm.

      When I come back to reality, I barely have a second to recover. Lawson breathes a sigh of relief, like my orgasm was his cue, and pounces. He pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips. "That was perfect." He brushes my hair behind my ears and drags his hand down my body. His touch is barely a ghost of a glide against my skin, starting down my throat, down to flick my nipples and tickling my stomach until they stop on the hem of the boxers. "I'm almost disappointed that none of that warranted punishment... I guess we'll have to save that for later. Your body deserves only worshipping tonight."

       He fingers the band in show of removing them but is instead distracted by the wet spot I just made. He pushes on my center, the cotton material gliding easily. I'm hopeless. I just came, but still, I can't help but grind against his hand. He pulls his fingers away almost immediately and yanks the boxers off my legs.

       I hiss as cold air hits my glistening pussy, and inhale sharply as Casper and Lawson each take hold of one of my legs to spread them apart. Bared again, there's no room for shame with the extent of hunger they regard me with.

      Lawson looks at Casper and nods, "Have at it."

      There's no time to prepare, Casper dives right in, like a starved man. I cry out as his tongue takes one long lick from my entrance to my clit. The noises emitting from his actions, mixed with the sultry gaze he shoots from between my thighs, have me gushing with more fluid. Instinctively I try to clamp my thighs shut, but his head and both their strong grips prevent me from doing anything to ease the torture. I even try to make a grab for his hair, hoping to control some of the pressure, but Lawson rapidly locks my wrists between his large hand.

      I've always said he had a wicked mouth, and that remains true. I'm writhing under Casper's attack. I'm too far gone to swallow my moans, chest heaving with breaths.

      Movements in sync, Casper's mouth drifts from my clit to toy with my opening instead, as Lawson bends my leg to give him more access. He licks into my vagina, and though the sensation is magnificent, I miss the pressure on my clit.

      I jerk in surprise as Lawson brings the vibrating wand to my clit. Already set to the highest setting, it's too much at once. My orgasm hits without warning. My back arches away from the mattress as I cry out in surprise.

      Casper lifts his head to watch me, face glistening with my arousal. Lawson doesn't move. He keeps the vibrator on my clit, still on the highest setting. I squirm, buck and pant, trying to move it away from my overly sensitive skin, but they're too strong. Their grips keep my ass firmly planted on my sheets.

      The orgasm is endless. Lawson makes no move to pull away, not even as my entire body shakes with overstimulation.

      "Enough." I choke, hands pushing desperately against his. "Please. Stop. Stop."

      There's no hesitation. He stops. He turns the vibrator off, and I drop my head back as I huff and puff to catch my breath.

      By the time I open my eyes again and look at them, I'm sure I'm a little cross eyed with lethargy. Coming down from my high, I'm ready to give them a taste of their own pleasure.

      I barely lift my hands to reach for their pants before stopping with wide eyes. Lawson hands the vibrator to Casper. My blond tormenter smirks at me. Heat flares in my stomach again. "What? You know we share toys too... You didn't really think he wouldn't give me my turn with it?"

      I don't get the chance to reply. Casper turns the wand back on and runs it up and down my thigh. He teases me with it. He runs it all over my inner thigh and labia, purposely avoiding the spot he knows I want it most. The smirk on his face only grows my frustration.

      Casper is all too patient. He teases my skin for torturous long minutes.

      Finally, he drags it over my vagina, teasing my entrance. It's not exactly where I want it, but it'll do. Especially as he pushes forward, forcing the tip of the toy inside. He pushes the vibrating toy in by an inch, before pulling back out. I'm so distracted by his teasing, that I don't see Lawson bend forward. I had almost forgotten about him. He makes his presence very known by planting his lips over my clit and sucking. While he sucks, Casper pushes a little deeper. A throaty moan parts my lips.

      Lawson switches between sucking and flicking, as Casper pushes deeper. I don't stand a chance. My third orgasm hits me like a truck.

      Though my eyes are half-way closed, I recover more quickly this time. And I don't hesitate. I get a move on before they get any more ideas. Something tells me they'd love nothing more than to spend the whole night torturing me.

      I take Casper's cock in one hand and use the other to pull Lawson's out. I pump their cocks to the same pace and dip my hands between my thighs to use my arousal as lube. Their moans and groans are music to my ears. I jack them off until they blow, and their cum mixes on my chest.

      They collapse beside me, trapping me in a panting man which.

      None of us move for many minutes. We lay there in silence, but there's nothing awkward about it. I fight the smile on my face.

     Lawson is the first to get up. "You get started on the clean-up." He nudges Casper's head towards my chest. "I'll get a warm cloth."

      I'm confused by what he means, until I feel Casper's tongue run across my chest. If I wasn't so tired, I'd be ready for round four. While the image of Casper licking his and Lawson's cum off my chest, was going to lead to many wet dreams, there's also a sweetness in the action. He's gentle and thorough. Not only licking, but also planting soft kisses on my chest. "You, okay?"

       I nod my head. "That might have been the best sex of my life."

      Casper chuckles against my skin. He moves up my body to kiss my forehead as Lawson runs a warm cloth across my chest and then my groin. Despite everything we just did, my skin flushes at the intimacy of Lawson washing me.

      "You guys don't have to do that." I try to take the cloth away, but he moves it out of reach.

      "Don't be ridiculous," he murmurs against my thigh with a few soft kisses, before finishing with the cleaning.

      They clean themselves up, toss the towel on my dirty clothes chair and join me back in bed. Whether it's fatigue or the fact that they've fucked my brains to mush, I find no objection to Casper shutting the lights, and tucking me into his side. Not a single complaint or panicked thought, as he reaches over to pull Lawson against my back.

      I feel only warmth and peace between their arms. No thoughts of creating an escape plan. Why on earth would I ever want to escape this?

      "You're going to need a bigger bed," a sleepy Casper mumbles into my shoulder. One simple sentence, but my heart sores. I guess this isn't a one-time thing. When it feels this good, I have no chance of caring about the potential repercussions. There's no worry. Only strong arms and soft breathing. I fall asleep before I can second-guess my actions.