They Paid Me to Fix Their Marriage, So I Took Over Their Bed novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Three Rules

In her bungalow bed Signe states her rules, rides Dane while Hana works her clit, and has Hana lick him clean.

My bedroom had one lamp on, the iron bed was turned down, and I had them standing at the foot of it with nothing on.

Rain ran down the window behind them.

They were both shaking a little, and neither of them was looking at the other.

"Three rules," I said.

I stood in front of them in my robe with my hair down, and I took my time.

"First. Hands only when I say. You don't touch each other unless I tell you to."

"Yes," said Dane.

"Second. The bed is mine. Nobody comes until I say they can."

Hana drew a long breath through her nose.

"Third," I said. "No talk of the marriage in this bed."

Dane frowned.

"Why that one?"

"Because I spend all day listening to people talk about their marriages," I said.

"In here, you are a man and a woman I want. That's all you are."

Hana looked at her husband, quick and sideways, and looked away.

"Understood?"

"Yes, Doctor," they said, nearly together.

I untied my robe and let it fall.

I had never been naked in front of a client, and these two were not clients anymore, and I watched them take me in.

Dane's eyes went down my body and came back up, and his throat moved.

Hana whispered something I did not catch.

"Dane, on the bed," I said. "Against the headboard. Legs out."

He climbed on, huge in the lamplight, and sat back against the iron with his legs stretched in front of him.

He was hard already.

He was thick and long and darker than the rest of him, curving slightly to the left, and the head was wet.

"Hana," I said. "Come here. Kneel beside him."

She knelt on the bed at his hip.

I climbed up on the other side and knelt there, so he lay between us, and we looked at each other across his body.

"Touch him," I said to her. "Slowly. With one hand."

Her fingers closed around him.

He hissed through his teeth, and his head fell back against the headboard, and his whole stomach clenched.

"Slower," I said. "That's right. Look at his face."

She stroked him in long, slow pulls, and she looked at his face.

His eyes were shut and his mouth was open.

"What does he like?" I asked her.

Hana's throat worked.

"His balls cupped," she said, low. "Not squeezed. And he likes his ear bitten, here."

"Show me."

She slid her other hand under him and cupped him, and rolled his weight gently in her palm.

Then she bent and caught the lobe of his ear between her teeth.

Dane swore, long and broken, and his hips came off the bed.

"Good," I said. "That's what I wanted to hear."

"Fourteen months," he said, hoarse, to the ceiling.

"I know," I said, and I bent down and took him into my mouth.

He cried out.

He tasted of soap and salt and the start of sweat, and he filled my mouth completely.

I took him as deep as I could, slow, with my tongue flat underneath.

Hana's fingers circled the base of him where I could not reach.

Together we made the wet, slow rhythm of it.

His hips jerked up once, and I put my free hand flat on his stomach.

"Still," I said, around him, and he went still.

I drew back with a long suck, and let him slip out of my mouth with a pop.

He was slick from the root to the tip.

"Don't come," I said.

"I won't."

"Good."

I swung my leg across him and straddled his hips, facing him, with my knees in the sheets on either side of his ribs.

His hands came up toward my waist.

"Hands," I said.

They stopped in the air.

"Not yet."

I took him in my fist and rubbed the head of him through my wetness, slow, up and down over my clit.

My own breath started to shake.

Then I sank down.

It was slow, and it was a lot.

He was so thick that I had to stop halfway and breathe.

He held himself rigid under me, with his teeth clenched and the tendons standing out in his neck.

I took the rest of him in one long slide, and when I was seated I opened my eyes.

He was looking right at me.

His eyes were bright and wet, and his chest was heaving.

"You can put your hands on me now," I said.

His palms closed on my hips.

They were hot and enormous, and they shook, and the shaking told me more than anything he could have said.

"Oh," he said. "Oh, God."

"Hold on."

I began to ride him.

I rose slowly and let myself fall, taking him all the way in, grinding at the bottom until my clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

He groaned each time.

His hands guided me, and then they simply held me, because he did not trust himself to do anything else.

"Hana," I said. "Behind me."

She slid up behind my back on her knees.

Her small hard breasts pressed against my shoulder blades, and her mouth found the side of my neck.

She kissed it, then bit it lightly, and I shivered.

"Put your hand on my clit," I said.

Her fingers slid around my hip and down, and found me.

They were wet and sure, and she circled with her fingertips exactly where I wanted them, without being told.

"Yes," I said. "Right there."

I went faster.

I rode him in long, hard drops, with the iron bed knocking against the wall and my hair falling over my face.

Hana's mouth was on my neck and her hand was between my legs.

The three of us made a single sound.

I leaned back until my shoulders rested against Hana's chest.

The new angle put him deeper and pressed him hard against the place inside me that made my knees go weak.

I turned my head, and Hana kissed me, open and slow, over my shoulder, while I fucked her husband.

She tasted of tea and of me.

I bit her lower lip, and she gasped into my mouth.

"Look at her," I said to Dane, panting. "Look at your wife working for me."

He lifted his eyes over my shoulder to Hana.

"Hana," he said, and the word came out of him rough.

"I'm here," she whispered against my ear.

"You're so good at this," he said, to her, over me. "Jesus, you're so good."

She made a small, wrecked noise, and her fingers pressed harder.

My thighs started to burn.

The pressure rose in my belly, tight and bright, and I clutched his shoulders and drove down on him, again and again.

"Don't come," I told him.

"I can't," he said. "Doctor, I can't, I'm"

"You can. You wait for me."

He bit his lip bloody and held on.

I came with a long, shaking cry.

It tore through me, and I clamped around him, and I felt him throb deep inside me.

Hana held me up with her arm around my waist.

I rode through it and kept going until it ebbed.

Then I stopped, buried to the root on him, and breathed.

"Now," I said, in his ear.

He came.

He shouted my title, not my name.

He bucked up into me, and I felt the heat of it flood me, pulse after pulse.

His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks.

When it ended he sagged against the iron with his eyes shut and tears running into his beard.

I held his face in both hands.

"There," I said. "Good. That's it."

I lifted off him slowly.

A thread of it ran down the inside of my thigh.

"Hana," I said. "Clean him."

She dropped to her stomach between his legs.

She licked him from the base to the tip, slow, gathering him off her husband's skin with the flat of her tongue.

She tasted me and him together, and Dane's whole body jerked at each stroke.

I lay on my side beside her and slid my hand between her legs from behind.

She was drenched.

She whimpered when I pushed two fingers into her.

"Keep going," I said. "Don't stop what you're doing."

I fucked her with my fingers, slow and deep, while she cleaned him with her tongue.

Dane watched with his hands flat on the sheet, because I had not told him to move them.

I rubbed her clit with the heel of my palm.

It took less than a minute.

Hana came with her mouth full of him, a muffled shout against his thigh, her back arching and her hips jerking on my hand.

I held her through it until she went limp.

Dane had not gone soft.

He lay against the headboard with his cock stiff again against his stomach, and his eyes were begging me.

"Again," I said. "Slower. Hana, help me."

She lifted her head from his thigh, drunk and flushed, and took him in her fist.

She licked him slowly, her tongue still wet from the tip, and he groaned.

"On your side, Dane," I said. "Facing the wall."

He turned, and the bed dipped under his weight.

I lay down in front of him with my back to his chest, and he fit along me from my shoulders to my heels.

His cock pressed hot between my thighs, and I reached down and guided it in.

He slid into me from behind, slow, already slick from before.

It was a different angle, and a deeper one, and I felt every inch of the stretch.

I pushed my backside back into his hips, and he groaned into the nape of my neck.

"Don't move," I said. "Let me do it."

I rocked against him in short, lazy rolls.

His arm lay heavy over my ribs, and his hand stayed open on the mattress, because I had not said where it went.

Hana slid down in front of me and lay on her side, facing us.

She was close enough that I could feel her breath on my mouth.

She hooked her thigh over my hip, and rubbed her soaked heat against my clit, and held my face while she kissed me.

I moaned into her.

"That's good," I said, when I could. "Dane. Put your hand on her thigh. Hold her where she is."

His palm closed over the back of her knee.

The three of us ground together in the lamplight, slow and wet, and Hana whispered my name against my lips.

He was so deep in me that I felt him shake every time she moved.

I came again, quietly, with my forehead against hers and his teeth in my shoulder.

"Now you," I told him.

He held me tight and came with a long groan into my hair.

Hana tucked her head under my chin.

For a moment nobody said anything.

Dane's hand lifted off her knee and hovered above her hair, and he looked at me over my shoulder.

"Go ahead," I said.

He laid it on her head, very gently, and stroked her hair.

She cried a little, quietly, and nobody mentioned it.

I turned off the lamp, and at midnight I sent them home.

I woke at three in the morning to a boot scuffing my porch.

When I looked out of my window, Hana and Dane were sitting in the rain on my bottom stair.

They wore two wet coats, and they were not touching, and they were not leaving.

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