Storm Bound, page 8
“So, I made up a story to keep you here,” she said. “I think we’ve all enjoyed ourselves.”
“What?” Wolf looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “That’s not the point. You weren’t honest with us.”
She turned to Jon. “Are you angry with me as well?”
“Well, yeah,” he answered. “No one likes to be lied to.”
She put her hands on her hips and glared first at Jon and then at Wolf. “How was I supposed to tell you the truth? Should I have said, ‘Hey, why don’t you two stay through the storm so we can have hot three-way monkey-sex?’ ”
“You could have thought of something,” Jon said. “Just invite us to stay.”
“You’d both already decided you had to go. You would have, and we would never have had this time together. Would that really have been better?” Her voice had risen without any conscious plan to go on the offensive with them. She wasn’t being unreasonable in this. They’d had a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and she wouldn’t feel ashamed of having brought it about. “Was your business away from Santa Inez so important you’d give up what we’ve had here? Seriously?”
“You could have given us the choice,” Wolf said, his own voice reaching the decibel level of hers.
“You two want to talk about choice? Fine.” She did her best to give Wolf the stare of death. It felt damned good. “Did you two give me any choice with your little bet?”
“The bet?” Wolf shoved his fingers through his hair in frustration. “You agreed to that.”
“I don’t mean the one about the pasta. I mean the one you had going before,” she said. “The one you didn’t tell me about.”
“How did you know?” Jon sputtered.
“You talked about rules and cheating. You mentioned the bet specifically just before Wolf first put his cock into me. Did you think he’d fucked the memory right out of my mind?”
Jon glanced at his partner and then looked away. “That’s not the same.”
“So am I right in concluding you had a bet about who could nail me first?” She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin in triumph.
Wolf’s posture relaxed, and he stuffed his fingers into his back pockets. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it.”
“So it seems we were all conniving to get each other into the sack. I’m the one who made it possible,” she said. “I think you should thank me.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Jon said.
“Then how far, exactly, would you go?” she said.
Well, well. Where had that come from? All three of them froze as the obvious double meaning of what she’d said sank in. Somehow she’d turned the conversation about one-hundred-eighty degrees to sex again. How far would they go?
“What did you have in mind?” Wolf said very slowly and deliberately. The predator was back. On the prowl. Intense. Her body had the usual reaction—her breath coming hard, her pulse pounding. Despite the fact that she’d confronted them about their bet, Wolf had assumed control.
“Nothing in particular,” she said with a tremor in her voice. “I just wondered—if you wanted to thank me—how would you go about it?”
“No, this isn’t about thanking you.” Jon rose from the chaise and crossed his arms over his chest. Usually so easygoing, he took on an entirely different air now. He’d just joined in on Wolf’s intent, however wicked that might be. When had she stopped noticing how tall and broad-shouldered he was? A shiver ran through her. Though he’d been acting like a pussycat, he was really more of a tiger.
“You still lied to us. We didn’t do that to you,” Jon said. “Instead of thanking you, we ought to punish you.”
“You what?” Oh, man, they really were headed there. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Jon tsked a few times. “Such language. I think we should teach her a lesson, Wolf. Do you agree?”
“Absolutely,” Wolf said from behind her.
“This is ridiculous. Tell Jon to behave himself.”
“I don’t tell him what to do.” Wolf closed in on her, his lips curving in an evil smile.
His expression caught her attention so completely, she didn’t realize Jon had approached until he caught her hands and pulled them behind her, gripping her wrists in a firm hold. Wolf covered the last foot toward her and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Baby, I think you’d better choose a safe word.”
Chapter Six
SHE SETTLED ON “Fred.” Christie played the word over in her head as Wolf and Jon led her, naked, into the resort’s gym. She’d have to remember her safe word if she wanted to stop something. That way the men would be free to do anything that entered their heads, unless she said “Fred.” The trust went both ways, of course. She knew they had no real desire to hurt her, but they were leaving it up to her to maintain control of the situation.
And how incredibly freeing the whole thing was. She had no responsibility for what would happen. This “punishment” could get them past her lie that had kept them isolated together. If they settled that, she could spend the rest of the time they had together with no worries about them exposing her deceit to her company and putting her job in jeopardy. They could spend the time in unencumbered enjoyment of each other. In fact, they could start right now with a bit of role play followed by some just-rough-enough-to-be-kinky sex.
They removed the ties from around some exercise mats and used them to fasten her wrists to the tall bar on one of the weight machines. She put up a sham struggle, enough to make the bindings dig into her skin and press her back against some of the controls but not enough to cause much exertion. The look in Jon’s eyes as he watched told her she’d need her strength later.
He seemed almost demonic, although she would never have expected that of him. His gaze bore into hers, and his smile had turned into a grim line while he flexed his fingers by his sides. Clenching, then stretching them out. Oh yes, she was going to need everything she had to fully enjoy the next minutes.
Wolf knelt to secure her ankles to the bottom bar and then sat back on his heels. “She’s aroused. I can smell it on her.”
“Put something in her pussy and see what she does,” Jon said, his posture rigid.
Wolf slid his hand up her inner thigh to her mound and stroked the swollen lips there, urging a stream of moisture from her. Whimpering, she nearly dissolved into a pool of need while he continued, now probing her sheath with two fingers. The bastard managed to avoid her clit the whole time. He knew she’d come quickly if he gave her what she needed. He probably planned to deny her until she begged him to finish her. Things weren’t going to be easy in this encounter.
After a few more thrusts of his fingers—thrusts that pushed her higher but didn’t provide any relief—he removed them and wafted them under his nose. “She’s about to come and probably expects us to help her do it.”
“She would,” Jon said. “She’s been staring at my cock, even through my clothes. I bet she likes a really big one inside her.”
“Her kind always does,” Wolf said.
“What do you mean, my kind?” she demanded.
Wolf rose and took her jaw in his hand. His fingertips pressed into her flesh. “The kind who keeps men on an island so that they can fuck her whenever she wants. The kind who’ll ride one man while another one diddles her clit.”
“The kind who never gets enough,” Jon said. “But this time, you’ll get only what you beg for.”
“Why don’t you show your rod to her and let her think about what she can’t have?” Wolf said.
“Good idea.” Jon slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his fully erect member. She’d admired his dimensions since the first time she’d seen him. Now with him saying she couldn’t have him and with her sex throbbing and empty, he looked perfectly huge. The stuff of fantasies. Dreams of lowering herself onto a member so big it ought to split her in two and finally taking it all.
Jon stroked himself slowly, all the way from the base to the swollen head. In her heated imagination, he grew even larger. If she could have freed her hands, she would have felt him for herself. Was he throbbing as she was? Did he feel, as she did, that the right touch would set him off, bringing on an orgasm that would be only the first in a series, each stronger than the last? He had to. He couldn’t be so obviously aroused without having approached the breaking point. So, how could he stand there with his livid cock in his hand and stare at her evenly as if he didn’t care much one way or another if he could put the thing inside her?
“Let’s see how brazen she is,” Wolf said.
“What did you have in mind?” Jon asked.
“I wonder how excited she can get if I play with her nipples.” Wolf rose and stood before her, slightly off to one side so that he didn’t obscure Jon’s view of her or hers of him. The lover who’d gone slowly with her before, insisting he preferred seduction, now grasped her breast roughly and squeezed, while lowering his mouth to the peak. He sucked and pulled at it while his tongue pressed it against the roof of his mouth. The action should have hurt. It did cause a jab of sensation that made her yip with surprise. Pleasure disguised as pain ricocheted through her, ending at the incredibly sensitive spot between her thighs.
She arched her back, pulling against the restraints that held her. No fake display of resistance this time. She needed a hand free so that she could put her fingers between her pussy lips and touch her clit. This had already gone on too long, and neither of them seemed the least interested in ending her agony. Wolf continued teasing her nipples, now on the other breast, and Jon stood there like a statue with a huge, erect phallus that wasn’t a damn bit of good to her because she couldn’t reach it.
Wolf released the breast in his mouth finally, but gave the other one a twist. “I think I could make her climax this way.”
“Don’t do it yet,” Jon said. “I like watching her squirm.”
“The two of you can go to hell,” she said.
Jon chuckled. “That’s not likely to happen, but we can put you through hell.”
“How do you plan to do that?” she demanded.
“I’m going to eat you, but you’re not allowed to come.” Wolf went back on his knees. Because he’d already stretched her out, he didn’t have to part her legs but knelt between them.
So, she wasn’t allowed to climax? Tell the sun to rise in the west instead of the east. Tell the tide to go out and stay out. She was already wound tight, and nothing either of them could say would keep her from shattering the moment he put his mouth on her.
When Wolf opened the petals of her sex, cool air washed over her clit—yet another type of sensation. When he nudged it with his fingertip, her knees buckled, and she caught the ties that held her wrists for support. Her ragged breaths turned to moans. She’d never been so fucking turned on in her life, and still, she couldn’t do anything but hang there and hope for some mercy.
Then the bastard made a long sweep with his tongue, trailing along her slit from the back to the front and finally landing on her hot button. Not enough. So close, and not enough. She tilted her pelvis toward him as far as the ties at her ankles allowed. He had to give her more. A little more. Anything.
“Do not climax,” Jon ordered.
At least, that sounded like Jon and looked like Jon through the fog of unfulfilled need that swirled around in her mind. It could have been anyone. Lucifer himself, scorching her nerve endings.
“Try to stop me,” she answered.
“We can manage that, can’t we, Wolf?”
Wolf didn’t answer with words. He let his tongue linger on her now, stroking the tip. That would do it. She stopped struggling but let the climax come. Already it was building inside her, making her sex clench. She’d won, after all. She’d come . . . right . . . about . . .
He stopped, damn his eyes. Stopped. She howled in frustration, hanging from the machine behind her. Every inch of her body ached with unspent lust. As soon as they finished with her, she’d rip them apart with her bare hands. She really would.
A sound penetrated the fog. Another zipper, this one right in front of her. Fabric floated to the floor. Wolf’s shorts—it couldn’t be anything else. He rubbed his pelvis against hers so that she could feel the solid length of his erection.
“I’m going to put this in you,” he said.
Yes. Oh, God, yes.
“If you climax, we’ll punish you more,” he said. “If you make me come, you’re in serious trouble.”
Who gave a shit about trouble? Who gave a shit about what happened five minutes from now? She’d take whatever he’d give her and worry about the consequences later.
He had to crouch to get the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, but when he finally had it there, he straightened, driving himself all the way into her. The orgasm crested, all the more insane because of how long she’d had to wait. Lightning at the backs of her eyelids blinded her as her muscles tensed around him and then went wild with powerful spasms.
She howled again, this time in victory, while the storm raged around her and through her. Every bit of air left her lungs and returned in a rush so that she could shout again. Amazing. Totally fucking amazing.
Though her orgasm ended, his thrusts didn’t. He continued pounding into her, his hips moving while his whole body trembled.
“I warned you,” he gritted. “You came, and now I’m going to.”
“Go ahead,” Jon said. “We’ll make her pay later.”
“She’s going to suck me dry.” Wolf grunted and kept thrusting so hard the chain attached to the machine jangled. With each move, he lifted her off the floor enough to pull at the ties around her ankles. Again, her back bumped against the knob behind her. Plastic covered the metal, but she’d still bruise there. None of that mattered compared to the pure joy of having him inside her, knowing that she could exercise the same power over him that he had over her. She remained spread-eagled and accepting of his plunder as he approached his own orgasm.
“I’m coming,” he shouted. “Oh . . . God!”
After one more vicious thrust, he stiffened. She could almost feel the waves of semen leaving him to fill her. Their essences mingled, proof of their need and their fulfillment. Sex the way it was meant to be—total and overwhelming.
He sagged against her when he finished. The extra weight put a strain on her limbs, but one she’d happily accept. She turned her head and kissed the side of his face. Probably not how the game was supposed to go, but how could you fail to love a man who did that to your body, at least just a little?
“Now we know what she’s really like,” Jon said. He was still holding his boner, and it hadn’t shrunk any while she’d been visiting the happy Land of Lust. Things hadn’t ended. They might even get more twisted now that they’d ratchet up her punishment a level or two.
Now soft, Wolf’s cock slid from her body, and he straightened. “She’s an invitation to ruin.”
“Let’s see if we can teach her some manners,” Jon said.
“Manners?” she repeated. “Do you call what Wolf did to me polite? He drove me past insanity, and then he fucked me like a beast.”
“Filthy language, too,” Jon said. A grin spread over his face. “She’s a nasty thing.”
Wolf’s blue gaze bore into hers. “What say we wash her mouth out with soap?”
“Let’s give her a good spanking, instead,” Jon said.
She could only stare at them. Were they kidding? They’d actually slap her bottom? The wicked expressions on their faces said that they would. However, they wouldn’t do it without her permission. After the time they’d all spent together, she knew them well enough to realize they’d never lift a hand to her in anger. But if she allowed it . . .
Of course. She smacked herself inwardly. The safe word. As long as she didn’t say “Fred,” they could paddle her or do anything new that might give them all pleasure. Trust. She’d thought about it before, but now she truly understood.
And why shouldn’t they try spanking? The moment something went wrong or didn’t feel good, she’d use the safe word and things would end there. Hell, it might be fun. They’d put their hands on her butt before, and that had always created pleasure. Why not try it a new way?
Both of them stared back at her. Gauging her reaction, no doubt. She lifted her chin and glanced at Jon and then Wolf. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Jon whooped. There wasn’t any other word for the sound that came out of his mouth. “She’s asking for it.”
“And who’s going to do it to me?” she said. “You think you can?”
“Both of us.” Wolf grabbed her jaw again. His eyes were full of crystal-blue mischief. After a moment, he released her and stretched to untie her hands. When she had them free, she rubbed her wrists. If she ended up with bruises, they’d only serve as a reminder of the great pleasure of ceding control.
When he freed her feet, she took a step and stumbled. Jon swooped in and caught her before she crumbled. Holding her with one arm around her ribs, he lifted her and carried her to the massage table. He dumped her there on her stomach. Although the table had a hole for a face, her head lay nowhere near, and her nose burrowed into the cushions. Jon yanked at her hips until her legs hung over one end while Wolf held her wrists at the other. They had her stretched out and helpless again, and her sex responded the way it had before. So soon after that climax, she was climbing toward another one.
“Now then, this is for your filthy language.” Jon’s hand came down on one buttock. Not much more than a love tap. Probably none of them had ever done anything like this, and they’d all need to find their way. She did her best not to giggle, but a hiccup of laughter escaped, anyway.
“You think this is funny?” Jon slapped her again, harder this time. Her skin heated when he’d hit it, and the warmth spread down her ass toward her pussy.
