Bound by Love

42. I. Will. Submit.

Wren tenderly kisses her mates' cheeks, after each soft brush of her lips she says one word. "I. Will. Submit."

Her men close their eyes at the sweet concession and take a step back. Wren bites her lip, unsure of what exactly it is she is to do, and what it entails, only knowing that she loves them and they her. Because of this unwavering certainty in her mates, she knows that whatever they ask of her she will be willing and eager to do.

Her eyes gleam brightly as she looks at the pleased faces of her guys. "Please, tell me what to do. Tell me what you want and need of me."

"So absolutely perfect." Gray whispers then tangles a hand in her hair, gripping it at the base and drawing her eager lips to his own in a fierce kiss. Releasing her abruptly he lifts her, draping her over his shoulder and smacking one hand firmly on her naked ass. He then carries her into the bedroom, Van and Ian just steps behind.

Gray tosses her onto the bed, the thick cushion causing her to bounce two times before coming to a stop. Her breast quiver as she draws in a shaky, excitement filled breath.

Ian leans over her, kissing her as he pinches her nipples and distracts her from the others in the room. When he finally comes up for air he gives her one little peck to the tip of her nose before giving her, their first instruction.

"Kneel on the bed and grasp your ankles in your hands."

She follows his commands quickly and before she can blink there is a silky cloth being wrapped around her wrists. She doesn't glance back, instinctively knowing that she must have permission for even the smallest of movements. But even without her sight, she knows it is Gray to her left, and Van to her right. She knows her mates. She knows their touch. She knows their scent. She knows their hearts.

Van loops his tie around her ankle, carefully binding her hands and feet together while making sure that it isn't too tight. He kisses her temple, relishing in the soft indrawn breath of his mate and watching as her eyelids flutter.

"Angel, after each command we want you to say 'Yes, sir.' We will have our link firmly in place so we will know immediately if anything we do is too much for you. I want you to know, that we would never wish you harm and everything we do is for your pleasure and ours."

Wren's lips sweetly curve in a demure smile. "Yes, sir. I know you will never hurt me. I trust you all implicitly."

Gray's eyes glow red as he steps back to admire their mate. The deep scarlet silk of their ties stand out starkly against her pale flesh. Slowly her skin turns a pale rose, as her desire filled heart pumps her blood faster, warmer.

With cool hands touching her hot flesh, Gray manipulates her body so that her ass is up in the air. Her lower legs, shoulders and head rest on the bed, while her arms are stretched to where they are still hooked to her ankles.

Wren feels him tracing his fingers down her spine, stopping just before he reaches her bum. Then his touch is gone for a mere second, it returns with a smack across her left butt cheek. The smart of pain quickly turns to heated pleasure and a small pant escapes from her lips.

"My heart," Gray says, "we don't like it when you keep your thoughts from us. When you are troubled, you must share it with us, so we can offer our comfort. There is never any burden that you must bear alone. We are yours, and you are ours. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Will you take your punishment? Will you soothe the beasts inside us that are still unsettled and unsure?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, Little Bird." Ian growls.

"Count, Angel." Van says then swiftly slaps his hand on right ass cheek.

"One, sir."

Ian aims for the middle. "Two, sir."

Gray once more on the left. "Three, sir."

Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... Eleven... and - "Twelve, sir." Wren moans out. Her ass is pink from their ministrations. Gray lays his cool hands on the heated flesh, rubbing her tenderly, drawing out any pain and adding to her pleasure. His fingers dip down to her core, delighted to find her soaking wet. With a slight tap of his finger against her engorged clit she comes with a gasping cry.

Ian and Van are on either side of her. Van gently kissing her tears away while Ian murmurs in her ear. "You did so well, Little Bird. We're so proud of you."

Gray releases the ties and the other's help to straighten her from her bent position. She lays on her back, legs falling to her sides in an open invitation. Van settles between her legs, hands gripping her thighs to keep her spread, and his tongue sweeps across her pussy.

Wren calls out an inarticulate cry of pleasure. Gray fastens his lips against his mark, tracing the vine on her neck with teeth and tongue. Ian mirrors his movements, his teeth nibbling the edges of the tribal like lines his mark has made. Her fingers run through their hair, and across their necks and upper backs as she tries to give them as much as they are giving her.

Within moment, Wren is gasping for breath once more as her orgasm crests and crashes. Van hums his pleasure as her arousal fills his mouth.

"Please... Please... Please..." Wren cries out as they continue to offer her untold pleasure. Their lips continue to worship her body and their hands caress her. They bring her to the brink again, again, again.

Her voice grows hoarse, her muscles tremble and her hands weakly drop to her sides. Ian nuzzles her neck then his lips brush against her earlobe. "Did you count, Little Bird?"

"T-there were twelve spankings, sir."

Gray smiles and she can feel it on her breast where he has laid his head. "Not that, My Heart."

"Than what, sir?"

"Why your orgasms, Angel. How many were there? That was part of your 'punishment' as well."

"Oh. Um... I kind of lost track, sir."

"Tsk, tsk. What shall we do Little Bird? You were supposed to be counting."

Van's beard rubs against her sensitive thigh. "Should we start all over?"

Wren moans, half in want and half in dread. Her heart and soul want her mates desperately, but her body can not handle anymore.

Gray kisses her cheek then lifts her in his arms like a bride. "Not to worry, My Heart, we kept track for you. Next time though, you must count those as well. It's part of your penance."

She smiles bemusedly. Yes, her body feels like a rag doll but she could hardly call what they did a punishment. She got way too much pleasure out of it all.

Gray carries her into the bathroom where Van and Ian have already started the bath water. She rests her cheek over his chest, delighted to hear the sweet song of his heartbeat that matches her own.

She tilts her head, keeping her ear to his chest and bringing her eyes to his chin. She can see his cheek move as he smiles. "What do you want to ask sweetheart? I can feel a question bubbling up in that beautiful brain of yours."

Wren smiles brightly at his words. "How many was it?"

He leans over, gently putting her in the water between Ian's legs. Gray and Van step in as well, each taking a foot in hand and massaging her sore feet and legs. Ian rubs her shoulders and arms and each man has a soft smile on their face as they tend to her.

She tilts her head to the side, trying to see Ian behind her and keep an eye on the others. "Well?" Wren raises one brow.

"Twelve," they say in unison. "Same as the spankings you took so sweetly."

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