Siren Unleashed, page 21
part #13 of Texas Sirens Series
She let all the worries go and concentrated on the hard cocks in front of her. Pleasure. She could bring them pleasure. If this was the Dawson brothers’ version of rough justice, she could handle it.
She leaned forward and swiped at Ben’s dick with her tongue, satisfied with the groan that came from his mouth. He pressed his cock forward, diving deep.
“More, Natalie. I want to feel that fucking tongue ring.” Ben’s hands went to her hair, but he was gentle as he pulled her forward. She let her tongue whirl around the cock in her mouth.
“My turn.” Chase pulled her off Ben and offered his cock.
She would have trouble with them if she didn’t watch it. She sucked Chase deep, long passes of her mouth over his dick.
“Oh fuck, sweetness. This is exactly what I needed. Thank god for your bratty mouth,” Chase groaned.
They both tasted so good. She settled in, moving from one to the other, reveling in how hot they got, how hard their cocks were. They wanted her. It made it easy to forget everything else. Nothing mattered except these men. The world could drift away.
“Finish off Chase,” Ben commanded. “I’ll have my turn later.”
Ben was a giver and Chase took control. “Suck me hard, sweetness. Your mouth feels so fucking perfect and I won’t last long. I’ve been going crazy for days, and I had to share a room with Ben. I’ve had to masturbate in the shower.”
Ben snorted. “No wonder you took three showers a day.”
Chase surged into her mouth, his cock taking up all the space. Desperate. He felt desperate to her and she felt the power flow. This was what she loved. The exchange. Dom to sub. Lover to lover.
She forced herself to breathe. She could do this. She remembered how sweet this could be. She pulled her mouth back and found the V on the underside of Chase’s truly beautiful cock. Soft, velvety skin covered his hardness and soothed along her tongue. The dip at the back of his cockhead was perfect for what she had in mind. She planted her tongue ring there and pushed up while she started to suck him hard.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. God, you’re sweet. Take all of it.” Chase pressed in, forcing his cock to the back of her throat. “Have mercy, Cotton Candy. Give me what I need.”
She relaxed. He needed the control now and she happily ceded it to him. He held her head in both hands, fucking into her mouth in long, hard strokes. She sucked, fighting him every time he pulled out. He rocked into her, finding a rhythm that soothed her even as she got hotter and hotter. She wanted to suck them both, moving her head between them, giving them their turns because she knew these men would pay her back with interest.
Chase’s movements became jerky, losing their smooth precision as he tightened his hands on her hair. “Take it all, sweetness. It’s all for you.”
She sucked him deep one last time as his orgasm began to coat her tongue. He was delicious. She’d missed this. The power. The connection. And it was stronger this time because it was Sir Dawson and her Ben. She could feel Ben’s hands on her as she swallowed.
Chase’s hands softened, his thrusts slowing. “God, I needed that.”
Nat sat back on her knees, licking her lips. She’d needed it, too. Days of being close to them had convinced her she wanted them—even if it was only for a little while. She turned her eyes up to Ben, who had tucked his cock back in his pants, but there was no mistaking the massive erection there.
“I think I can now say Chase stole my treat and we’re even,” Ben said with a grimace.
Chase tucked himself back in with a smile. “That’s fair.”
“On your back, Natalie.” Ben’s voice brooked no disobedience. “You present yourself now. Pussy up. I want to see that little jewel.”
She moved to the requested position, Chase at her back, his hands aiding her, bracing her. The carpet was soft on her sore backside. His breath was on her neck as she spread her legs. He pulled her arms over her head, around his neck. His legs slid under hers, splitting them and forcing them apart. It also forced her to acknowledge that she was hot as hell. Her pussy was ripe. She couldn’t help it. Her whole pelvis was flaring with awareness.
Ben stood over her, six and a half feet of pure grade A alpha male. His jeans were tenting with a spectacular erection. She knew exactly how hard that cock could get as he stared down at her pussy. “Look at that pretty diamond on your clit.”
“It’s not real. I got it at a tattoo shop for twenty bucks, but it looked nice.” God, that sounded dumb. They were rich. She’d just told them she’d put a diamonelle on her clit. Yeah, that was classy.
“I might need to upgrade you, sweetness, but that diamond isn’t the real jewel here.” Chase’s hands were restless on her body, moving and caressing and finally retreating as though he wasn’t sure what he should do.
They were all feeling their way through this.
Ben got to his knees, his eyes never leaving her pussy. “Did it hurt?”
She felt her lips curve up. “Shockingly, no. It hurt a hell of a lot less than the tongue piercing. I was kind of disappointed.” She’d sat in the Dallas tattoo parlor with Kitten and Finn and waited for the pain to purify her. Finn had given her hell about it. She would have simply found the nearest tattoo parlor and gotten the job done, but no, that wasn’t good enough for Finn. He’d researched and then flown out a master piercer from California to a Finn-approved studio for a piercing that had taken next to no time at all. Damn hood hadn’t had a whole lot of nerves, but the cold metal on her clit had been a revelation. “But I wasn’t disappointed when I felt that ball against my clit.”
For the last several years, that piercing had been her only source of sexual stimulation. She’d been the only one to manipulate it and it was so different having someone else playing with her piercing. His big hand came down, index finger toying with the piercing. Yep, that had been a damn fine investment.
“It pulled your hood back. Your clit is exposed most of the time.” Ben was talking academically, but his eyes were anything but cool. “It’s pretty. And it seems to have an effect.” He dipped his finger down, sliding through her labia.
He was testing her, pushing her, but all she could think about was the fact that she was between them. Ben knelt between her legs. Chase was at her back, his denim-clad legs holding her open for his brother’s perusal. Her skin hummed. Every inch seemed to be stimulated by some part of them.
“Is she wet?” Chase’s words were hot on her neck. She leaned back into the heat of his chest. His erection was hard against her spine, mere millimeters of denim between them.
Ben growled, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and then sucking them inside, his tongue swirling to catch every drop of her cream. “Fuck, you taste good. I told you I wanted you to sit on my face. If big brother hadn’t been such a possessive dick, I already would have made a meal of you.”
Big brother slid his hands up to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples. “Don’t you start in on me. I haven’t even fucked her yet. And that wet pussy has something to do with my hand on her ass. She likes a good spanking. Hard and fast. She’s not a tourist. She needs a bite of pain to go with all that sugar.”
Not a tourist? It was a word lifestylers used for the casual BDSMer, the type who played once or twice and then moved on to the next thing that caught their eye. She’d felt like a tourist in her own life for years now. Chase pinched her nipples. She should get her nipples pierced.
A flash of black memory came back to her. She remembered overhearing Hawk discussing her body modification plans. Hawk often spoke around her like she wasn’t there. Her will hadn’t mattered. She’d had no voice in her own life. She’d been a toy, and a child didn’t take a toy’s wants or needs into consideration.
Fingers pinched her nipples again, this time sharp and hard and biting. Chase barked at her. “Don’t you go somewhere else. You’re here with us.”
She was here with them. She was safe.
“Tell me.” Ben put a hand on her chin. She could smell her arousal on his fingers. It reminded her of how intimate she’d gotten with these men.
She thought about lying, but all those hours with Janine had worked her over. Honesty. It was the only thing that would work. And she was worried they would know if she lied. She didn’t want to disappoint them. She wanted to please them. Damn. She wanted them to be proud of her.
“It was a flash. I get them sometimes. The longer I go, the more I forget the specifics, but sometimes it’s like I’m back there.”
Chase’s nose ran along her neck. He seemed to love to smell her. It was something most normal guys would try to hide or cover up, but Chase seemed to follow his instincts. “You’re here with us now. You’re safe. What was the flashback about? What brought it about? Touching you? No. You were relaxed. It was me.”
He pulled his hands off her breasts.
“No.” She reached for them, trying to draw them back. She could feel his reluctance, but he cupped her again. She pressed her breasts against his palms, trying to let him know she wanted it. She would have to make them understand. “You pinched my nipples, and I thought about how nice it would be to have rings there that you could play with. That’s what made me think about it.”
“All right.” Chase’s voice was deep and even, as though he was holding off judgment. “I’m actually a bit surprised the VCH and the tongue ring are the only modifications you have.”
Ben picked up his brother’s line of thinking. “It would be a way for the fucker to mark you. I was thinking about nipple rings, too. I was thinking about picking them out and then finding a chain we could run from your nipples down to your clit. I want to mark you, and I’m not a crazed asshole.”
“He is from time to time,” Chase muttered. “Don’t let him fool you. There’s only one reason for Hawk to not place a ‘property of’ sign on you. He tattooed Kitten, after all.”
She’d seen it. Both Gretchen and Kitten had been forcibly tattooed with a nasty-looking hawk on their shoulder blades. Chase was right. It was a property sign. She’d been terrified of having to sit still for it. And now she was finally putting together the clues. “He didn’t mean to keep me. Kitten was right.”
It was easier to talk with their hands on her. Chase stroked her breasts while Ben’s fingers dipped back into her pussy, playing lightly. Reward. It felt like a reward for being honest, but she rather thought they would see it differently. Comfort. They were comforting her.
“I don’t know that Kitten is the most reliable witness, but in this case, I think she’s right,” Chase said. “Ben, Kitten says she overheard Hawk talking about selling Natalie to another Dom. The whole incident was over with by the time Ben and I began working with Julian. It was one of the first things Big Tag handled for Julian. I know there’s a file at our office and I’ve looked through it, but I didn’t expend an enormous amount of energy thinking about it besides the fact that I knew you’d killed a man before.”
And sometimes Chase’s lack of a filter was annoying. “So you thought I’d done in Stan?”
His fingers bit at her nipples again. It seemed to be his default way of telling her to hush. She might have been offended if it hadn’t felt so damn good. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the other massive criminal operation you were involved in.”
Well, that made it sound bad. “It wasn’t like I was happy about being involved.”
Ben thumped a finger against her piercing, causing her to squeal. “No sarcasm right now.” He frowned, obviously thinking. “My initial thoughts were that he was building a harem, but I think you’re right, Chase. Especially if Kitten overheard him.”
There was a warm huff on the back of her neck. “I’m always right. It makes a person wonder. They didn’t find anything about other men being involved.”
“Hawk was careful. Always. I think he conducted business over the phone, and then in very careful words.” She shivered a little. Someone had wanted to buy her. She could have been shipped off to some foreign country and no one would have seen her again if Kitten hadn’t been brave enough to steal that knife.
“You’re fine, sweetness. No one is going to take you again.” Chase let go of her nipples and hugged her. “What would make you feel better? What used to make you feel secure?”
Ropes. She’d enjoyed being tied up in a neat package, but her muscles ached at the thought. She couldn’t. Not yet. “I liked being flogged.”
She could try that. The spanking had done wonders for her. Maybe the flogger would be the same.
Ben frowned. “Normally I would put you on the cross.”
She shook her head. “No. No. I can’t. Not yet.”
Chase moved away from her. “I can handle it. Lay yourself out on the bed, arms out. I’m going to use a warm-up flogger. Deerskin. Very easy.”
She was self-conscious as he hauled her up. Just seconds before she hadn’t thought about her nudity, but their hands had been on her. Now she could only feel the cool air on her skin.
The bed. She glanced to the corner of the play space. There was a giant bed with a soft, fluffy comforter and lots of pillows. She could see numerous hooks that could be adjusted hanging down from the ceiling. The whole guesthouse was tricked out for play. But Chase was right. She couldn’t handle being tied down. Tying her to one of the overhead hooks would be the best way to use the flogger, but if Chase was careful, she would be fine on the bed. Deerskin was soft, a perfect entryway flogger.
Ben led her to the bed, his hand holding hers. God, this would be so much easier if they were naked, but she understood what they were doing. A longtime sub would be used to nudity. She or he wouldn’t blink if their Masters sat around fully clothed while they were naked.
Still, she wanted to go back to that moment when Ben’s hands were on her pussy and she could feel Chase behind her.
“This is what I’m going to use on you. It’s going to give you a thud, not a sting.” Chase pulled a flogger from his bag. He held it out, offering for her to touch the falls.
Soft. Each one was buttery soft. She’d had much worse used on her, but this would work to see if she could handle it. Unless Chase Dawson simply sucked with a flogger, it should give her nothing but a good thud. She took a long breath and nodded.
She would survive this. She got to her knees and spread out on the bed, her breasts against the silky comforter. How bad could it be? Her heart raced as she spread her arms out. She was well aware that every muscle in her body was tight.
He was going to beat her with a flogger. Hawk had a flogger. He’d had several, but his favorite had been cowhide with steel spikes on the ends. Her skin had been flayed when she misbehaved. After that first time, she’d learned to fear the flogger. She was pretty sure she still had scars. The initial time he’d punished her with it, she’d been sure she would die. He’d tied her to the cross on the wall and by the time he was done, she couldn’t hold her own body weight up. She’d needed the straps.
Gretchen and Kitten had doctored her wounds and carried her back to the cage. Hawk had simply left her on the floor, bleeding.
Thud.
The flogger hit her back. No pain, just that sound she’d forgotten. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The flogger found her right shoulder. Her left shoulder, and then her back. Chase rapidly found about six spots on her back and formed a nice pattern.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
No pain. Only that buttery soft massage she’d forgotten. Survive? She didn’t have to survive this. This sank into her skin, relaxing her very being.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Like pounding, silky rain on her skin.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Like the sound of a train traveling, taking her someplace new, someplace safe.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Familiar and yet new. That sound, the pleasant slap against her flesh, caused her lungs to fill and release.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Her vision softened until she closed her eyes because she didn’t need to see. She only needed to feel.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Natalie gave up her worries and let herself finally float in that place she’d thought she’d lost forever, that place that was her birthright, subspace.
The world fled and she was content for the first time in years.
Chapter Thirteen
“She subs so fast.” Ben watched Nat’s eyes glaze. Twelve strokes of that flogger in and her gaze went soft and unfocused, her lips curling slightly. Her eyes drifted closed. She practically sank into the bed.
The thudding noise of the flogger continued. Chase worked his magic, the flogger swiveling, moving across her skin. His brother’s arms moved in a perfect symphony. “She’s a sub. She needs this.”
Chase had relaxed, too. Big brother had been deeply worried. Ben had felt it. So much was riding on whether or not Natalie could handle D/s play. He knew Chase thought he would be perfectly fine living a vanilla life, but his brother was wrong.
Ben needed this, too. He needed the deep connection between a Dom and a sub. He needed that trust. Natalie wasn’t thinking about her past. She wasn’t thinking about horrible things. She wasn’t worried. She was…asleep.
“Bro, she’s out.”
Chase laid one last perfectly thudded slap to her shoulders and pulled what Ben liked to think of as the starter flogger back.
Chase sighed with a deep contentment. “I don’t think she goes to sleep easily. I bet this is the first time she’s simply fallen asleep when she didn’t mean to in a long time. It’s a breakthrough.”
“I’m not so sure. Let’s get her to let us tie her up and we’ll see, but it’s obvious she trusts us.”
Nat’s back rose and fell with her breath. Her arms were wide spread, as though embracing the bed. Her round ass was a delightful pink.
And he was still scared she wouldn’t be able to pull this off.
