One Ring (Suncoast Society #28)(30)

On top of the men.

Oh, those were new aches and pains.

Good ones.

Really good ones.

The men awoke and sat up. “Hey,” Don said, leaning in to kiss her. “You okay?”

She nodded.

Carl arched an eyebrow at her. “You sure?”

She nodded.

“Are we good?” Don asked, indicating all three of them.

She nodded.

“Then what’s wrong?” he asked.

She felt silly. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” she admitted.

“Okay,” Don said. “Then tell us what you want.”

“Can we all sleep in your bed tonight? It’s the biggest bed.”

He leaned in and kissed her again. “Absolutely.”

Relief flowed through her. “Can we all three sleep together in your bed every night?”

“Is that what you want?” Carl asked.

She nodded. “There might be times I want to be alone with one of you, or you might want it with me, but…unless I have to be out of town, please don’t make me sleep alone anymore.”

They engulfed her in their arms. “Never again, baby,” Carl promised. “Unless you’re traveling alone. When you’re home, one or both of us will be with you.”

“Thank you. And I meant it. If you want to collar me, I want to be collared.”

“Then I think this Saturday we’re going to collar you, baby.”

“Can I ask something else?”

“Of course,” Don said.

“They’re having the liquid nitrogen demo there. Can I get a brand?”

“What kind of brand?”

“I looked into it. They only last a couple of years, at the most. But I really want one. Two Ms, for Montgomery and Mabry, on my right ass cheek.”

She loved the way her two sadists started grinning. “You’re asking to be branded for your collaring?”

She nodded. “It’s not like a tattoo or a hot brand.”

“Okay,” Don said. “We can do that.”

“Really?”

He rested his forehead against hers. “We’ll do anything you want to do, baby.”





Chapter Twelve


Don and Carl arranged it with Loren and Derrick. They had to do some quick online shopping and spend extra bucks for overnight shipping to ensure they got what they wanted, but by Saturday afternoon, they’d found and received the play collar they wanted for her to wear, as well as her formal collar.

They’d agonized about her day collar…until Don finally hit on the perfect solution, one that would, hopefully, make her happy.

The men agreed it made them happy.

The formal collar was easy, because they bought a stainless chainmaille necklace from their friend, Becca, a local kinky artisan who made them.

For her play collar, they ordered a hand-tooled black leather collar with a matching set of leather cuffs.

The men kept them a secret from her, to surprise her at the collaring.

Especially what was to be her day collar.

She hadn’t wanted a large, formal collaring ceremony other than the branding. They invited all their friends, which was easy since most of them had already planned to attend the liquid nitrogen demo.

Before the demo began, Loren called for quiet after the men had trussed Mel up in a rope harness and had her lying on a large pillow, on her left side.

“For those of you who don’t know, tonight there’s an extra festivity to celebrate. Don and Carl are formally collaring Mel as their submissive, in front of everyone. Take it away, boys.”

Don felt butterflies racing through him. “We won’t take long. Not because we don’t care, but because we’ve waited long enough to claim her as ours, and we’re pretty eager to have even more fun.”

Everyone laughed.

Carl took over. “Thank you to Becca, for her formal collar. It’s beautiful, and perfect.” He held up her play collar first. “This is the one you’ll be spending a lot of time in here and at home,” he joked as he buckled it around her neck, and the cuffs around her wrists, which were tied in front of her.

Then he fastened the formal collar around her neck. “This is for show, and you can wear it even in public.”

Carl had told Don he wanted him to give her the day collar.

Don pulled the jeweler’s box from his pocket. “We got sneaky,” he said. “We borrowed a ring of yours and took it with us.” He wouldn’t say it’d been her old wedding band, which sat in her jewelry box on her dresser. “But we picked out matching rings for all three of us, because this isn’t just you agreeing to be our submissive, this is us agreeing to be your Dominants, and to protect and take care of and love you. It works both ways, and we feel we should match.”

She smiled, crying as he showed her the matching bands with a twisted vine pattern covering them. He slid her ring on her left ring finger, then one onto Carl’s. Carl put Don’s ring on him.

Then they both knelt next to her. “Someone specifically requested something,” Don said. “Do you still want it?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I want to wear your marks.”

Loren motioned for Crawford, who was doing the demo, to come in. He’d already worked with the men ahead of time so they’d know what to do. He prepped the brand in liquid nitrogen and handed it over to them.