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  I started to drift off, a huge smile on my face.

  He loved me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Daniel

  Jackson was a genius. I would never doubt my older brother's wisdom again. Not that I did all that often, but this had settled the case once and for all.

  I stared down at Francesca. She was glaring at me from where I'd tied her spread eagle on the bed. Her gorgeous body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Especially her gorgeous, pillow soft pussy lips that were so obviously swollen with desire.

  I grinned, running the feather over her skin. She arched her back, hissing behind the ball gag I'd purchased online.

  I'd bought lots of fun little toys online. Some were Jackson's recommendations. Others were all my own wicked imagination.

  Like the leash and patent leather kitty cat ears.

  She especially hated the leash.

  Not that she could tell me so. Not with the gag muffling the angry sounds coming from her mouth. I was sure she wanted to say all kinds of things to me right now.

  But all I wanted was a yes.

  I'd asked the damn woman to marry me about fifty times over the past six months. I'd been in love with her practically since the moment I met her, even though she'd mistaken me for a stablehand. She loved me too dammit!

  I just had to get her to admit it.

  "Here kitty kitty kitty..."

  She moaned as I tossed the feather aside, leaning down to lick her swollen pussy lips. I'd been doing this for hours. Bringing her to the brink with my tongue and fingers and then stopping, and switching to the feather. Her gorgeous thighs flexed as she rocked her hips, desperate for her release.

  I pulled her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it rapidly. I could tell she was close when I stopped abruptly. I blew cool air on her pussy, licking my lips regretfully.

  "I don't want to stop, you know. You are making me do this."

  I pulled the gag free, offering her a sip of water. She cursed at me in Italian, something she only did when she was really, really mad. I started to put the gag back in.

  "Wait!"

  I raised my eyebrows, waiting.

  "What the hell do you want, Daniel?"

  "I want you."

  "I'm here dammit! I'm getting bored with your little game."

  I dragged my finger down her chest to her pussy, twirling it over her nub. She moaned, rocking her hips instinctively.

  "Are you?"

  "Damn you! What will it take to make you stop?"

  "I want you to say the words."

  "Fine. What words?"

  I stared deep into her beautiful eyes and stroked her clit.

  "I love you."

  She glared at me. I shook my head, putting the gag back in place.

  "Maybe in a few more hours you will be more agreeable."

  "Hmmffff!!!"

  I pulled the gag out again.

  "Yes?"

  "Fine, I love you! Please untie me now."

  I smiled at her.

  "I know you do Countess. I just wanted to hear you say it."

  "Please Daniel... I can't take much more of this."

  I shook my head.

  "That was only the first part."

  She swallowed nervously.

  "What is the second part?"

  "Oh nothing. Just a lifetime commitment."

  Her eye grew wide with horror.

  "Say you will marry me Francesca."

  "Daniel- please... You know I don't believe in marriage."

  "But I do."

  I smiled at her, my fingers busy with her nipples now. She moaned, trying to focus. I didn't make it any easier on her.

  "Do you want me to marry you just to appease you? That's insanity! What if we get bored of each other? What if-"

  I stood up and started stripping.

  "I won't get bored."

  Her eyes were glued to my cock as I stood up, fully undressed. I stroked it slowly, staring between her legs.

  "Will you?"

  Her breath was coming rapidly.

  "No, I don't think I will."

  I grinned.

  "So?"

  "Daniel please- don't make me do this."

  I shook my head, pushing the ball gag back into place. Then I crossed the room, digging out a butt plug with a long fluffy black tail, thigh high boots and a latex corset.

  "Okay then. Let's get started."

  Francesca

  I hung from the ceiling, balanced precariously on a pair of absurdly high heeled boots. Shoes that only a hooker would wear. 'Come fuck me boots', we used to call them.

  If only Daniel would actually fuck me!

  I could see myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous. Like a blow up doll on steroids. The corset pushed my bare tits up and out. My nipples were red from Daniel's fingers and lips. I looked like a stripper on Halloween with the damn cat ears. The tail was the worst though. It was attached to a plug that Daniel had gently pushed into my ass, making me feel strangely overstuffed.

  A fucking tail!

  My wrists were bound together and attached to a rope that hung from a sturdy hook in the ceiling. My ankles were held apart by a metal bar with fasteners at each end.

  'A spreader' Daniel had called it.

  I was well and truly spread. I couldn't have closed my legs if I wanted to. I couldn't even rub them together to ease the ache between them.

  That was definitely deliberate.

  Daniel stood behind me, his eyes eating up my obscene reflection in the mirror. His cock rubbed against my pussy lips as he taunted me, pinching my nipples as he grinded into me, not penetrating me at all.

  My traitorous body was responding for the hundredth time. He hadn't touched my clit in an hour. He'd just been toying with me to get me to do what he wanted. I hated it.

  But it was working.

  He stepped away, one hand on his cock. I watched as he stroked it, his other hand on my ass. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked me.

  Hard.

  I shook, barely able to keep my feet.

  I watched in horrified fascination as he spanked me, one cheek after the other. Each time my breasts bounced obscenely. Each time, I felt myself getting a little bit more turned on.

  So was he.

  He was breathing heavily as he started to work his cock in earnest. I moaned, desperate to feel it inside me. He was going to finish without me!

  I watched as he pumped the cum out of his shaft. It spilled over his hand like a creamy vanilla milkshake.

  He held up his hand and offered me some, pulling the gag aside.

  To my shame, I licked his fingers clean.

  Eagerly.

  "You know I hate to waste it but..."

  I moaned as he slid his clean fingers into my pussy.

  "Are you ready to be a good girl now?"

  I nodded, desperate for him to let me come.

  "Will you marry me Francesca?"

  "Hmmmfff... oh God... don't stop..."

  He stopped.

  "Tsk tsk. I guess we have a long night ahead of us."

  "Night? It's barely lunch time!"

  He grinned and popped the ball gag back into place. Then he lowered himself to his knees. I felt his soft lips against me as he nibbled my pussy. He took tiny teasing bites, licking and stroking.

  It felt divine.

  But it was far too soft to get me off.

  I was so close I could have screamed in frustration.

  Before the night was over, I did.

  Daniel was right; it was a very, very long night.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Jackson

  I was pacing back and forth in the living room. Guests were due to start arriving in a half an hour. I had been circling the property every ten minutes since earlier this morning, just to make sure I didn't lose my bride.

  I had a terrible feeling she was going to make a run for it.

  "Have you seen her?
Where is she?"

  "She's in the guest room with Casey getting ready. Relax Jackson."

  I scowled at my brother. Jake looked supremely relaxed in his black tux. Of course he was relaxed! His bride to be had already agreed to marry him!

  Daniel walked in with a cup of coffee. He looked tired, but happy.

  Everyone was so damn pleased with themselves this morning.

  Except me.

  I was petrified.

  All these years, not knowing I could want somebody this badly. Not knowing I could need them. Or love them.

  Now that I had her, I was terrified I would lose her.

  It was the first time I'd ever been afraid since my mother's illness. Those long years of not knowing what would happen, of feeling helpless. She'd been so young, so lovely.

  Losing her had been the worst thing that ever happened to me.

  It was sobering but I had a terrible feeling that losing the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with would be worse.

  I closed my eyes, sending a private message to heaven.

  Mom, I know you would approve of my choice. I wish you were here so she could know you. She reminds me a lot of you. At least where it counts anyway.

  I grinned. My mother had been sweet as pie. But Angie was like her in a lot of ways. Kind, to others if not always to me. Loyal to a fault. Tenacious.

  Strong and beautiful.

  I was proud to call her my wife.

  Or I would be, if the ceremony ever got underway.

  There was another reason I wanted this over with quickly too. One that I definitely did not want my brothers finding out about. It had something to do with what Angie had done when I'd finally untied her last night... I felt my cheeks growing hot just thinking about it.

  "Come on Jacks, it's time to take our places."

  I heaved a sigh of relief, following them to the oak tree out back. That's where the ceremony would take place. All three ceremonies. All at the same time.

  Our mother would approve of that too.

  She might not approve of how we'd gotten our brides to the altar, but I knew she'd be forgiving. She'd want us to be happy, no matter what it took.

  After all, she had loved her sons more than anything.

  Angelina

  "You look beautiful."

  I smiled at Casey in the mirror, putting on the earrings that had been provided for me. The extravagant jewelry was on loan, from Francesca's collection of precious gems. Everything had been seen to, right down the undergarments.

  Or lack thereof.

  "You do too."

  Casey wore a stunning sky blue silk gown, also on loan from Francesca. It brought out her eyes and those adorable freckles of hers. I stood and smoothed my designer wedding dress over my hips. It was deceptively simple, with a sweetheart neckline, knee length pencil skirt and cap sleeves. It fit me perfectly, with some help from the seamstress who had come early this morning.

  Apparently, Jackson had described to her exactly what he'd wanted.

  Last week.

  "I'm happy for you Sis. I know he loves you."

  I nodded. Obviously he did, if he was picking out wedding dresses before I'd even said yes. It was crazy, how quickly I realized that those feelings had been there all along.

  "I love him too, heaven help me."

  She just laughed and handed me my bouquet.

  "Ready?"

  I nodded and went over to her chair. But Casey just smiled and walked to the door without any help.

  "What are you doing Casey?"

  She smiled at me.

  "I'm going to do this on my feet, not my wheels."

  "Are you sure?"

  She nodded.

  "Everything we've been doing is working. It's been so gradual I almost didn't notice. But I'm definitely doing better. And I can walk up the aisle."

  "Okay, but I want you to sit during the ceremony. I have no idea how long it's going to be."

  She shook her head, grinning.

  "Jackson insisted on a brief ceremony. I think he's afraid you are going to run off. But yes, I will sit. He took care of that too."

  I bit my lip, smiling to myself.

  That might be part of it, but there was another reason too. Last night after he'd finally untied me I'd turned the tables on him. I'd tied him up instead, keeping him aroused until dawn.

  He begged me all night. But I told him we needed something blue for the wedding.

  His balls.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Jackson

  Everyone in Brentwood had shown up for the wedding. It seemed hard to believe, considering how last minute the whole thing had been, but it was true. The temporary outdoor pavilion was going to be busting at the seams.

  After all, it wasn't every day that all three Delancey brothers got hitched in a triple ceremony.

  We were kind of a big deal around here.

  The wedding would be the talk of the town for years to come. I was just hoping it wasn't because one, or more of the grooms got ditched at the altar.

  Especially not me.

  Daniel didn't look too worried. And Jake and Elle had been engaged for a while now. They'd told me just this morning that I was going to be an uncle.

  I should be celebrating. I was getting everything I wanted and more. Instead I was standing under the biggest oak tree on our property, trying not to panic. The fact that I was semi erect was not helping matters.

  I frowned to hide my nerves, trying to look stern. Jake was grinning stupidly while Daniel rocked back and forth on his heels. He'd drank more than fifteen cups of coffee today and he still didn't look all that alert.

  Apparently, Francesca hadn't caved until dawn.

  The music started and I sighed in relief as Casey appeared. If she was here, her sister must be behind her.

  My chest swelled with pride as she walked down the aisle without assistance, throwing rose petals everywhere. When she got to the front I held out a chair for her and she smiled at me, taking her seat. I was so proud of her it almost hurt.

  I wasn't just getting a bride. I was getting a sister. Three of them.

  I turned my attention to the back of the crowd again.

  Now it was time for the brides.

  Elle came first, taking her place beside Jake. She looked beautiful, as always. Her dress was empire waist, to hide the growing belly she'd managed to keep a secret from the rest of us all this time.

  Francesca was next. She was dolled up to the nines, wearing a flowing white silk gown. I noticed that she had thick bracelets on each wrist. According to Daniel, the bindings he'd used had left a mark.

  I shook my head. He should have been more careful. I had left Angelina with nothing more than slightly sore nipples.

  And... other parts.

  I was pleasantly contemplating my wedding night when Angelina stepped into the aisle. Suddenly the world seemed to stop turning. In her simple white dress, she looked like a movie star walking toward me.

  Relief filled me as I realized that everything had worked out after all.

  She was here.

  She hadn't run.

  She loved me.

  I was grinning foolishly as she walked down the aisle, looking like a princess. I took her hand and squeezed it as we all turned to face the judge who was performing the ceremony. He spoke about marriage and commitment for a little while.

  One by one we pledged our love and lives to each other. One by one, we said yes, and "I do." And at the end, all at once, we kissed the brides.

  Most people would have told you it was a perfect ceremony. Simple. Classic.

  I grinned, rubbing my thumb against the device in my pocket.

  I knew something they did not know.

  My bride was wearing a remote controll vibrator under her pristine white gown.

  And no panties.

  There was no way in hell I was going to wait for the wedding night. I was going to take my bride as soon as I could get her alone.

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bsp; Now, I just had to smile and nod for a couple minutes longer...

  Angelina

  Jackson stared down at me triumphantly. He'd looked so relieved when he first saw me, I almost felt sorry for him.

  But like Francesca had told me, it was good to keep a man on his toes.

  My man in particular was too arrogant by far. But not apparently, when it came to me. With me, he was as timid as a kitten. At least when he thought I was going to say no to him.

  I couldn't help it. I liked it. It made me feel powerful.

  That's when I felt the jolt. He had turned up the vibrator. It was high.

  Too high.

  "Jackson what are you-"

  He grinned, throwing his arm around me and hustling me down the aisle. He smiled and nodded at people. I could barely walk, I was so close to coming.

  Had I just been thinking what a sweet, considerate man he was?

  I was wrong.

  The man was pure evil.

  "Jackon- oh God! Please- where are we going?"

  He barely looked at me, too busy hauling me through the crowd towards the stables. He looked around furtively and then pushed me into a clean stall, pressing me up against the wooden wall. He reached down and yanked my dress up, pulling the vibrator straps loose.

  A second later, his wicked fingers replaced it.

  "Hmmmfff... Jesus Jackson- what are you doing?"

  He touched me lightly, stroking my petals.

  "You kept me up all night. You made me wait."

  "You made me wait for three days!"

  He smirked at me.

  "That was fun. Maybe we can reenact that on our anniversary."

  "No, we will not!"

  He gave me puppy dog eyes.

  "Maybe just for a few hours?"

  I sighed.

  "Alright. As long as I get a turn with the feather."

  His eyes grew wide and he swallowed. I'd used the feather on him last night. He'd liked it at first. Especially when I used it to tickle his balls and shaft. That was before the begging started.