by Shanna Bell
“Are you okay?”
She gave him an acidic look. “Am I okay? Of course not! He’s hurting her and—”
“Look at her, Carmen.”
“What? I—”
“Really look at her.”
When her vision cleared some more, she noticed something she hadn’t expected. The woman’s eyes didn’t sparkle with tears but with… joy and mischief.
Her shoulders sagged. A sadness washed over her as she realized she couldn’t even be around a happy couple without thinking of Franco. Was she ever going to be freed of his legacy?
“This is a safe environment, Carmen. No one’s allowed to hurt anyone.”
“Unless they want to get hurt,” Sy chimed in, giving her a wink.
“I can see that,” she admitted. But this was only the main hall. Who knew what went on in the back rooms? Or in the secluded, private booths, and the dungeon.
“Come on.” Vince grabbed her other hand, and together they went down a pair of steps.
They stopped in front of a large darkened room. Carmen could hardly see inside. The only illumination came from a row of small lights on the floor, leading to something in the middle. It took her a sec to realize the room was filled with people sitting on ottomans, with dark curtains between them, separating them and giving a hint of privacy.
Vince followed the lights on the floor, pushing away curtains, until they stood before a glass ceiling that looked like a fish tank. It had a huge, round bed in the middle, which was occupied by a woman and two men. The woman had her back turned to them. Carmen gasped when she saw the trail of burned skin across half her back.
“That’s see-through glass in a soundproof room,” Sy said, close to her ear. “We can look in, but they can’t look out. It’s to give them privacy as they enjoy each other.”
His breath was hot on her ear and when he finished talking, his tongue swept over it. His tormenting didn’t end there. As the threesome in the bowl started to undress, Sy enclosed her body from behind. His pelvis hit her ass, over and over again. As he silently pounded into her, her hands flew onto the glass to stabilize herself. It became increasingly difficult to keep her eyes open and her moan inside. Her legs turned into jelly and the glass fogged from her erratic breath.
Just as when her knees threatened to buckle, a hand circled between her legs, going straight to her core, pushing her back against a rock-hard chest.
Vince leaned against the glass, his back turned toward the trio, his eyes fixated on her and her alone.
“Tell me what you see,” he ordered.
Speaking wasn’t the thing on her mind right now. Not with Sy dry humping her from behind, his fingers pressing against her soaked panties. Why were they doing this to her?
A large hand closed around her neck. “Tell him, doll. You don’t start talking, I’ll stop. I might be hard as steel, but I’ll stop hitting your ass, even if it’ll kill me.”
“I don’t want to talk. I want you to—”
Sy’s hand around her throat tightened. “You’re not the one calling the shots here. We are. Tell us what you see.” A hard snap of his hips drenched her already wet panties.
“Two men and a woman,” she said hastily.
“Kudos for stating the obvious,” Sy said dryly, and then drove two fingers deep inside her.
She yelled; she couldn’t help herself. She was too far gone to feel shame that people could hear her. Knowing there were other couples behind the curtains on either side only heightened her arousal. All around her, people were moaning in their own private booths. She realized she wasn’t the only one being driven crazy here. The only difference was that she couldn’t see anything else but the two men surrounding her, keeping her pressed against the glass.
Sy circled her clit, his lips on her neck, sucking her skin. She pushed her ass back to him. He had stopped moving and she hated that. She was afraid this night was going to end like all the previous nights—with her body burning and not quite satisfied by the end of it. She was past the time of getting satisfaction from fingers, his tongue. If this was the pace in which they were going to continue, she’d be old and gray by the time she’d have either one of them inside her.
“Please…”
“Not giving you my dick,” Sy taunted her. “Not before you do what we say.”
“Just… Please, okay.” It became increasingly difficult to form coherent sentences. The image of the woman, riding one of the men, while the other pumped in and out of her mouth was so hot. She pictured herself in that position, where it was her bouncing up and down on Sy’s shaft, taking her pleasure, while Vince pistoned into her mouth.
Slut.
You dirty slut.
You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you, wife?
She closed her eyes and braced herself, holding back the tears. Bile rose up her throat and she stilled. What was she doing here? It was wrong; so, so wrong.
“Open your eyes.”
When she didn’t comply fast enough, Vince grabbed her chin. “Tell me what just happened.”
Sy pulled his fingers out of her, making her feel rejected and cold. But that was okay. It was what she deserved.
“Please, I want to leave.”
“What just happened, Carmen?” Vince’s voice was soft, and reminded her of that time she fell off the swing and he’d helped her up. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Sy pulled her on his lap, his big arms keeping her warm. Vince got down to his knees, his eyes pinning her in place. He obviously wasn’t going to let this go. Fine, then. He wanted to open that can of worms? She’d give him what he asked for.
“I heard Franco’s voice in my head.” That should be enough to warn him not to go there.
“What did it say?”
“He called me a slut. And if you’re going to ask how that makes me feel, I’m going to hurt you.”
“No need to ask, it’s obvious. I’m curious though. What triggered that memory?”
Her eyes went to the trio. The woman was face down on the bed, with one of the men drilling her from behind. Her face was ecstatic though, even serene in a way. The other man was brushing her hair with his hand in a soothing manner.
Carmen swallowed. “She’s enjoying this.”
“That’s what sex is supposed to do,” Sy said. “If you’re not enjoying it, you’re doing it wrong.”
“Not in my experience,” she admitted. Franco had believed she was just there to please him. Not once had he asked about how she felt or what she wanted. Just like everything else in his life, she was a puppet, a prized possession in his collection he took out to play with when he desired. And had it only been that, she could have lived with it. But then he brought others into play.
A shiver took control of her body, but was soon dampened by Sy’s hot frame still cocooning her.
“Tell me about your visit to a club.”
She frowned at Vince. “Why can’t you just let this go?”
“Because whatever the hell happened there, it made you fear sex, intimacy. You were chalk white when we walked in. For a second there, I thought you were going to pass out.”
“That’s not true,” she objected and grabbed his hand. She wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised. All she knew was she had done it, reached out to Vince, even when she’d sworn never to do that. There was no self-loathing or regret because she needed him, craved his touch just as much as she did Sy’s. It was amazing how freeing that thought felt, as if an invisible chain had broken, filling her lungs with more air to breathe.
In the wordless stare between them, she could see a myriad of questions in Vince’s eyes. Most of all though, she saw longing. It reminded her of the boy she had once been in love with. Or maybe she was just lying to herself. Maybe she had never stopped loving him in the first place.
She immediately shook that thought out of her head. This was not the time for a soul-searching mission. There was only one objective she had right now, and that was to feel good. Feel like a woma
n who was desired by these strong men, who, for some reason, had chosen her to be with. Tomorrow, and the possible regrets, would come soon enough. Tonight, she would just enjoy them. But not without giving Vince a piece of her mind.
Come what may.
“Did I not already make it clear that I want more?” Her eyes went to Vince’s crotch, where his pants were tenting. “Maybe it’s you who’s feeling insecure and inadequate.”
That was a mistake.
Vince didn’t say a word. He just lifted her from Sy’s lap and hauled her over his shoulder.
She sighed as she hung over his back, viewing his tight ass. “Pulling a caveman move? Really?”
He didn’t deign that with an answer. Moving through halls and corridors unknown to her, he opened a door into a dim-lit room.
Sy was right on their heels, sporting a grin as she was dropped onto a king-size bed.
She crawled onto her knees, taking in the room and the two men who were getting undressed. Her mouth went dry as they sat next to her on the bed.
They were both gorgeous in their own way. Their chiseled bodies like those carved-out marble statues picturing Greek gods of old.
Vince grabbed a handful of hair. Her head shot up, and she looked straight into his eyes.
“There’s nothing that I want more than to just plunge into your pussy. To drill you for hours, days, making you come as you’re draped around my dick. Watching you with Sy and not touching you fucking nearly crippled me. I didn’t think you were ready for both of us yet. ’Cause before you can do that, you had to be right in the head.”
He thought her cracked in the head? “How dare you—”
He tightened the hold on her hair, almost to the point of pain. “I’m not finished. I’ve tried, I really did, but I’m done trying. You want to act like everything is okay? That Franco didn’t damage you? Pretend that you are experienced and just want a romp between the sheets? Fine, let’s have it your way. Buckle up, sweetheart, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
Her heart skipped several beats, doing the lambada. Her skin grew hot, and the heat beneath her legs increased tenfold, turning into lava.
His words sounded like both a promise and a threat. Why did it make her both hot and scared? Most of all, why did it give her the feeling she’d bitten off more than she could chew?
CHAPTER 17
CARMEN
They had her undressed and flat on her back in the blink of an eye. Sy had positioned his large body on top of her. His wide shoulder rose above her, shutting out any glimpse she could get from the room. Not that she was interested in the room when his warm, comforting body was on top of hers. The spark in his eyes promised her both pleasure and pain. If there had ever been a moment she should look for cover, to protect her body, heart, and soul, it would be now. Because whatever was going to happen in this room, in her core she knew, it was going to change her life.
His tongue swept into her mouth as he spread her legs wider. The growing bulge against her stomach told her this time he wasn’t going to stop. This time, they would go all the way, the three of them. And she was okay with that. She was tired of denying what her body desired and her heart wanted. Tired of hiding, being afraid, not asking for comfort. Even if it would be temporary, a moment of crazy, she was going to take it.
Come what may.
Sy’s dick brushed over her clit, making her crazy with want. She pulled up her legs and crossed them over his back, digging her heels into his ass. Even though they were locked skin to skin, he still felt too far away. She needed more. So much more. She needed friction, heat, anything to cease the building heat in her.
“Please…”
He didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, he tore away her panties, and pushed a thick finger inside. She hissed. It felt good, but not nearly enough.
A protest formed on her lips, but he shut that down by deepening his kiss. Her vision spun, the room disappeared, and she didn’t know where his kiss started and hers ended. There was nowhere she wanted to be more than right here on this bed, with Sy between her legs.
When he got on his knees, the simmering heat that had clouded her vision slowly disappeared. She looked to the side of the bed to find Vince standing there. A very naked Vince, who seemed to be at the end of his patience. For a moment, all she could do was admire his cut body. Even though he wasn’t as big as Sy, he sure packed some muscle. Broad shoulders, a tight six pack that screamed that he worked out, and a happy trail she couldn’t wait to explore.
She didn’t protest when he grabbed her hands and put cuffs around her wrists. By the time he was finished, her arms were spread out in a V and chained to the headboard. Even though she was restrained, she had never felt so free. She could finally let go. Get out of her head, and soon, out of her own body.
She expected him to do the same to her ankles, but he didn’t. Without saying a word, he disappeared from her sight again.
“He’s getting supplies,” Sy answered. He lay next to her, a hand under his head, the other playing with her pussy, keeping it hot and wet. Her legs got restless and she started to move closer to him. This earned her a tap to her clit.
“Ouch.”
“You only get what we give you.” He flipped her onto her stomach.
She yelped when his palm landed on her ass. More swats followed, rapidly making her butt feel as if it were on fire. She turned her head to the left. Nothing there to see but a maroon wall decorated with paintings of women receiving pleasure. Even in the state she was in, face down, butt being spanked, she felt her cheeks flame up. Just looking at those paintings of women in several stages of getting fucked got her going.
Then she turned to the right. From here, she could see Vince take items out of the mahogany cabinets. Her eyes landed on a nipple clamp, and several whips. His harsh features told her she’d pushed his limits too far. He wasn’t going to stop. Her vision turned dark for a second and she started counting to ten. Once. Twice.
When she opened her eyes, the bed dipped in. Vince sat next to her, and his fingers brushed over her cheek.
He grabbed her chin. “Do you know your safe words?”
Up close, she had a marvelous view of his abs. They were a dream come true. Not an ounce of body fat on them. She remembered him as a nineteen-year-old. He hadn’t been exactly scrawny back then, but nothing had prepared her for the all grown up man he was today. Even if her mind told her she shouldn't trust him again, her body screamed to pounce on him. Then she saw something she hadn’t noticed before; a nasty scar on his right abdomen. She wondered what had caused it.
“Carmen.” His voice was like a whip. The fingers dug into her scalp even harder. “Focus.”
Right. Safe words. There was only one that really mattered. “Red means stop.”
“That’s right. You say that and everything ends. We are going to push you tonight. Some punishments may seem harsh and unpleasant. You might want to call it all off and yell red too fast. That’s why we have orange. You say the word and we’ll slow down.”
He grabbed her ankles and turned her on her back.
Sy was on her in a heartbeat. He pushed her legs far apart and slammed inside.
“Ah…” She hissed.
“Fucking finally,” he growled. Then he set in a punishing rhythm and Carmen was lost.
As Sy kept riding her, a hand on her throat to keep her in place, all she could do was keep her legs spread. She nipped and kissed his lips, his chin, anywhere she could get her mouth on. He growled, assaulting her mouth with his tongue over and over again, but never let her forget who was in charge. The pressure inside her built up until she pinned her heels on his ass, until her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and he was all she could see, smell, and taste.
Skin-to-skin was the way to be. The slap of Sy’s balls against her ass was like a drum. The man was a machine, not giving it a stop.
Suddenly, he grabbed her chin. “Fuck me back.”
Slowly, she pushed up her h
ips, meeting him in his thrusts. There was no way she could match his stamina, yet, but fucking him back actually made her feel strong. Capable. Not merely a fuck toy.
She bucked up to him, panting, one sticky mess, but life had never felt so good.
With a roar, from deep inside him, Sy came and dropped on top of her. Harsh panting filled the room, sounding like music to her ears. He planted a kiss on her forehead and rolled off of her.
“No rest for the wicked,” he said, and winked.
There was no time to brace herself. Vince immediately climbed on top of her, in a sitting position. His lips were on her nipples, wetting them. His body weight kept her pinned down, while all she wanted was him inside of her.
“Take a deep breath,” Vince said.
“Why do I—” She yelped when he quickly placed a clamp around her nipple.
The second time, she did as he told her. It was still painful to have a tight-edged ring around her aureole, but less so than the first time.
He rose and flipped her back onto her stomach. Then he lifted her hips and slammed inside. Carmen couldn’t help herself; she yelled. Her face got mushed into a cushion and she grabbed onto Sy for dear life. Vince was relentless. He didn’t give her any quarter, there was no place to hide, as he drilled inside her from behind, over and over again.
Time became meaningless as the night grew older. There was no world outside the confinement of this room. She was lost. She was free. She was lost, and found. She felt pain and desire. So much desire. At some point, Vince pushed a cushion underneath her hips, and rode her even deeper, pushing her to the brink of pain. His fingers dug deep in her hips as he pulled her against his dick, brushing over her clit, making her go mad.
Then another set of hands were there. Sy pulled her face from the cushion and turned her toward him. She came face-to-face with his huge cock.
He pulled her hair out of her face, tangling the strands in his hand.
“Open up.” His voice was harsh, the wild look in his eyes even harsher.
He didn’t give her time to process how she was going to accommodate his thick length in her mouth. He simply tapped a finger on her chin, and slid inside, inch by inch. Just as quickly, he pulled out. He exchanged a look with Vince, who released her as well. Next she knew, Sy grabbed her hips and slid underneath her, then impaled her on his cock. A tremor ran through her as he pushed in and out of her, slow but relentless.