The Home-wrecker (The Goode Brothers)
The Home-wrecker: Chapter 36

It feels as if I’m living another woman’s life, and yet it’s a life I’ve always wanted to live.

Good Christian women don’t come to sex clubs. They don’t kneel naked on the floor between two men. Good Christian women don’t love every single second of this.

But even when I know I should feel shame, I can’t seem to find it. Maybe it’s because the love and trust I feel for both of them has me wrapped up in a blanket of security and comfort so I’m free to truly express myself—as are they.

This is the life I always wanted with Caleb, where we feel comfortable sharing every side of ourselves with each other—every flaw, every desire, every vulnerability.

At times, our marriage felt like roles we were forced into, with lines we never fully memorized.

As I stare into his eyes now, a sense of pride swells inside me. My husband is fiercely loyal and loving. But I know deep down he has spent so much of his life in fear—fear of his father and of judgment, but mostly fear for the ones he loves.

He would protect us at all costs, and that’s why I think Dean is so good for him. He supports him and carries that burden. Dean’s confident and carefree nature is like a mirror placed in front of Caleb, reminding him that everything is going to be okay.

Kneeling between two tall, confident, powerful men the way I am now, I wouldn’t expect to feel as comforted and secure as I do, but that’s what we are for each other. Even as we embark on this quote, unquote punishment, I can surrender to the lust because they would never truly hurt me.

After they each remove their shirts, draping them on a hook by the door, Dean retrieves something from the bed. It’s a delicate metal chain with two clips on either side. Shivers roll down my spine with anticipation.

He drapes them over his fingers, holding his hand out toward Caleb. “Care to do the honors?” he asks.

“Gladly,” Caleb mutters, taking the clips.

Moisture begins to pool between my thighs. Every moment with these two is the hottest of my entire life. I will never tire of being the center of their attention.

Caleb squats in front of me with a hint of excitement beneath that broody exterior. When he stares into my eyes, it almost feels like breaking the fourth wall. For a moment, it’s just us—out of the scene. We’re both silently expressing how much we both love this.

“You’ve been a bad wife,” he whispers to me. His brows flick upward playfully. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning.

When I hear the chain rattle, I glance downward to see him pressing open one clip and letting it close around my right nipple. I hiss as the pain shoots through me. For a moment, I wonder if I’ll be able to endure it. But with an exhale, I lean into the throb, and it begins to subside, drawing more arousal from my belly.

The pain makes me feel alive, causing the blood to stir in my veins. I want more.

“Are you going to be a bad wife again?” he asks.

With a breathy whimper, I reply, “Yes.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Just then, the other clip latches around my left nipple, and I squeal. My hands are clenched in fists on my lap. I have to fight the urge to pull the nipple clamps off, but I breathe through the ache again, letting it settle deep in my bones. I’ve never felt like this in my life—stunningly sexual and unashamed. It feels like a peek behind the curtain, and I want to see more. I want to try more.

Dean crouches behind me. “We’re going to be very gentle with you tonight. Do you understand?” He whispers.

Without saying it, I understand what he’s expressing. That, until I take a test, there is always a possibility that I could be pregnant. A thought now that leaves me feeling a mixture of dread and apprehension.

I don’t like the reminder that I could be pregnant. I don’t want to stare into the eyes of that possibility because I’m afraid of what I might find. We started all of this with Dean to improve our sex life so that baby-making would be easier, but what we’ve really found is so much more. We found a person who fits so well that our relationship has become something new entirely. Sexually, emotionally, intimately.

And maybe…with this new development, our old dreams aren’t the same as our new dreams.

“I understand,” I whisper to Dean.

“Tell me, Briar,” he says, stroking my hair across my bare back. “Do the nipple clamps hurt?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“How do you feel about that pain?”

“I like it,” I reply.

“That’s a good girl.” His voice changes as he says, “Go sit on that bed,” and I can tell he’s talking to Caleb.

I glance up to see my husband stand and walk to the bed against the wall. He sits, wearing nothing but his black tuxedo pants. I love seeing this side of him, looking so confident and sexy.

The soft hand petting my hair turns painful as Dean buries his fingers at the base of my scalp, grabbing a handful of my hair, causing me to let out a hiss.

“Crawl to your husband,” he mutters in a deep command.

I move on to all fours, the nipple clamps hanging nearly to the floor. As I move slowly across the room toward Caleb, he licks his lips at the sight.

When I reach him, Dean says, “Get on his lap. Face down.”

Climbing onto the bed, I do as he said. My ass is in the air as I press my belly across Caleb’s thighs. Dean takes my wrists in his hands, gathering them against the small of my back. I feel the leather cuffs tighten around my wrists, holding my hands in place. I am completely surrendered to them, but I feel no fear, only excitement.

“Your wife likes a little pain, Caleb,” Dean says.

“I noticed,” Caleb replies coyly.

“Let’s see how much she likes it,” Dean adds. “We’re gonna start with six, Briar. Okay?”

“Okay,” I reply.

“How are you feeling? Can you give me a color? Green, yellow, or red?”

“Green,” I reply, staring at the floor.

The riding crop lands against my ass cheek with a resounding smack, and the pain is more intense than I anticipated. The sting travels all the way down my leg and up my spine. I suck in a gasp.

“Look at that red spot already,” Caleb says, rubbing my ass and massaging the place where Dean just smacked me. I feel him fidget beneath me as if he’s already getting aroused. “That was one,” he says softly.

When he takes his hand away, the riding crop lands again, this time on the opposite cheek. It hurts just as much, but like the nipple clamps, I breathe into the pain. I let it consume me and flow through my veins. It feels like my body is waking up, making my arousal ten times stronger.

Caleb massages it again, this time squeezing a little tighter as if he’s hungry for me. As if he can hardly wait to take me. My squeals turn into moans as his fingers begin to creep between the cheeks of my ass, delicately teasing the rim.

The next few smacks alternate between my cheeks, and the more sore my flesh, the worse the sting. With every hit, Caleb fondles and squeezes my ass, teasing me without penetrating.

And by the sixth, I’m so desperate for it, I could cry. His cock is rock hard against my belly, and he can hardly hold still now.

“Look how much our filthy little angel loves to be spanked,” Dean says, his voice growing husky with arousal. “How are you feeling, Briar? Give me a color.”

I have to think for a moment about my response. The pain is getting harder to manage, but I don’t want to stop. Part of me wants to say green because I know how much they want to keep going.

But they trust me to be honest and tell them when I need a break. We wouldn’t be able to do this without trust.

“Yellow,” I mutter breathlessly.

Caleb takes his hand from my ass quickly and starts stroking my hair. “Okay, baby. We’ll slow down.”

“Do you want to take a break?” Dean replies.

I quickly shake my head. “I just need a minute.”

“Of course, baby,” Caleb says, stroking my hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

“You’re a very good girl for telling us that,” Dean adds, his fingers stroking my spine. He’s standing so close I can feel his legs pressed against Caleb’s.

I love feeling nurtured by them. Their hungry attention is my aphrodisiac, and I can never get enough.

Dean steps away for a moment, and I begin to panic. I really don’t want this to end. I hope I haven’t ruined it by saying yellow, but he returns a moment later, helping me to sit up with my hands still bound behind me.

“Take a drink,” he says, lifting a bottle of water to my lips. When my eyes meet his, he smiles. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise goes straight to my core.

“I want to keep going,” I say, staring into his eyes.

He nods. “Okay, angel.”

“Maybe just four more?” I ask.

“You still need a little more punishment?” he replies, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

Biting my lip, I nod. “Yes.”

“Okay, then.” Taking the water from me, he stands up and backs away. I get back into the position I was in over Caleb’s legs.

“Four more strikes for our dirty little angel,” Dean states with confidence. “Tell me how wet she is.”

Caleb runs his fingers through my folds, and I let out a whimper. “She’s so fucking wet,” he mumbles with a growl.

“Good. Maybe after these four hits, we’ll let her come.”

“She’s earned it,” Caleb adds.

“All right, angel, you ready?” Dean asks.

I nod and then remember that he wants me to say it out loud. “Yes.”

“Give me a color, baby,” Caleb purrs, the vibration from his deep voice traveling through my body. I love hearing how comfortably he slips into this role as if it’s made for him.

“Green,” I say, my body tightening in anticipation.

The first smack of the crop on my ass feels better than I expected it to. Like my body has already translated the pain into pleasure. Caleb massages my ass again, this time letting his fingers slip all the way into my soaking cunt. I cry out a loud, animalistic groan, nearly screaming with the need for more.

“Oh my god, please fuck me,” I scream.

“So eager, sweet angel,” Caleb murmurs as his fingers continue to plunge inside me. I’m writhing on his lap, knowing that I’m not going to get what I want yet.

As soon as he pulls his hand from between my legs, the second smack lands against my flesh. I scream, dying to feel his touch as sweat drips down the nape of my neck.

Caleb does the same thing again, teasing me with what I want before quickly taking it away.

“I can’t take it, please!” I cry. “Please fuck me.” I can hardly recognize my own voice. I feel as if I exist only for pleasure now. My sense of self is wrapped up in this desire.

The third hit is practically unbearable—not for the ache but for the yearning. I scream against Caleb’s leg as he plunges his fingers back inside me, thrusting them so hard, and it feels so good, but it’s not what I want.

The fourth and final hit feels like a climax in itself. My body erupts with a sensation that I’ve never felt before, and when Caleb shoves his fingers back inside me, my orgasm drags me below the surface.

It’s so intense that I can hardly breathe. My body seizes against the rapture, and it’s everywhere, all-consuming, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pain and pleasure. Dull and sharp. Quiet and loud.

I’m practically convulsing on Caleb’s lap as he continues thrusting two fingers inside me, riding out my orgasm.

In the distance, I hear Dean quietly muttering to himself, “Holy fucking shit.”

By the time it comes to an end, my ears are ringing, my skin is buzzing, and it feels as if I’m waking up from a dream. I’m left gasping on Caleb’s lap.

He softly mutters, “My hand is fucking soaked.” I don’t even remember him pulling his fingers out. I don’t want to move.

I don’t want to ever move.

“What a good fucking girl you are,” Dean whispers, coming up to our side again. Resting his hand on my head, stroking my hair.

He rubs his rigid length against my arm. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what you fucking do to me?” he says in a deep, raspy tone. Pride bubbles to the surface.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Caleb adds, and I smile against his lap.

My body feels like melted wax, my muscles like rubber. Lifting anything is impossible at the moment. One of them unbinds my wrists while the other gently removes the nipple clamps. Then I’m hoisted into Caleb’s arms as he brings me to the bed. I’m pressed between them when someone hands me water and another wipes my face.

No matter what, the pain was worth this—an earth-shattering orgasm and being cared for by two people I love so much.

Realizing I love Dean already is not a revelation. It came to me as naturally as my love for Caleb, expected and easy.

And while this is amazing, I still haven’t forgotten about the reward that awaits me.