Fuck. Fuck. Shit.
Incredible.
Cole desperately wanted to come. Just a few short tugs were all it would take. But he was still handcuffed. Not to mention, he had a cock ring on.
Christ. He could still feel Julian taking his ass. Could taste Keira on his lips.
Damn. Just damn.
Julian rolled off the bed with a moan. His breath still coming in fast pants. “I’m going to take care of the condom and plug. Cole, roll onto your back. Kitten, undo his cuffs then slide a condom on him and straddle him, taking him inside you. But you are not to move, understand me?”
Keira let out a happy sigh then winked down at Cole. “Yes, Sir.”
Cole rolled over and Keira unlocked the handcuffs. She even rubbed his wrists for him, not that they were hurting at all.
“Thank you, little bit,” he told her, pulling her down for a deep kiss.
She drew back with a smile. Then she stood and grabbed a condom. Undoing it, she rolled it over his shaft.
“Does the cock ring feel okay?” she asked worriedly.
“It’s fine. Now come here.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her so she straddled him. “Will your knee be all right?”
“She won’t be fucking you like that,” Julian said, walking back into the room. He was still wearing a T-shirt. Cole wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to ask and ruin what was going on. “Kitten, why isn’t Cole’s dick inside you?”
“Sorry, Sir,” Keira said quickly. She grabbed hold of his shaft and then slid him inside her wet, hot passage.
Shit. Fuck. Felt so damn good.
“Lie down on Cole, put your legs flat on either side of his. Very nice.” Julian stood over them. “Now, how many spanks is she owed?” He looked to Cole. Ah, that was his intention.
Christ, he sure knew how to torture them both.
“I believe it’s twenty-five.”
“So it is.” Julian knelt on the bed next to them. He raised his hand and slapped it sharply on Keira’s ass. She jolted then groaned. “Why are you getting spanked, kitten?”
“For not telling you about the pain pills, Sir,” she replied as he continued to belt her butt with hard spanks.
She clenched around Cole’s cock and groaned. Fuck. He needed to come. Badly. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her pussy surrounded him in wet warmth.
Several more spanks landed on Keira’s ass.
“And why is that naughty?” Julian asked.
“Because I withheld information from you that you needed to know about my health.”
“That’s right. Why else are you being punished?”
“For rolling my eyes.”
“Tut-tut. Very naughty behavior.” Julian started spanking in earnest. Keira buried her face in Cole’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around her gently as Julian continued to spank her ass.
Tears wet his chest and he murmured to her quietly, telling her how beautiful she was. How much she pleased him. Pleased both of them. When Julian was finished, Cole rolled to his side, still with his cock inside her pussy. Julian moved in behind her, so she was safely tucked in between them.
“I love you, Keira,” Julian told her. “I don’t like you keeping things from me. Not about your health. Not about anything. Understand?”
She nodded, a sob racking her body. Cole gently kissed her forehead. “Sh, sweetheart. It’s over now. Sh.”
Julian ran his hand down her arm. “And this saying you’re fine when you’re not has to stop too. Understand? I’ve let it go and I shouldn’t have. You need to tell me if there’s something wrong.” Julian glanced at Cole. “Tell us.”
Happiness flooded him at the inclusion. Keira rubbed her eyes and then looked up at him. He gave her a gentle smile.
“Good, little bit?” he asked.
“No.”
He frowned, gave Julian a worried look.
“I need to come again.” She looked over her shoulder at Julian. “Can Cole fuck me?”
“I was thinking he can do whatever he wants.” He stared down at Cole. “I appreciate the gesture. I know it can’t have been easy to submit. Not saying everything is completely good between us. But I’ve had enough of dominating you. To be honest, much as I enjoyed it, it still kind of feels wrong.”
“You’re sure?” Cole questioned.
“I’m sure.”
He drew out of Keira, and she whimpered a protest. Reaching down, he carefully pulled off the condom and cock ring. Then he grabbed another condom.
“Little bit, anything I need to know before I fuck that pussy?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“What?” he asked, pausing between her open legs. She’d already rolled onto her back.
“Fuck me hard, Sir.”
“With pleasure.” He drove himself deeply, and she cried out. “Julian, play with our pretty sub’s nipples.”
“Hell, yes.”
As Julian licked and sucked on Keira’s nipples, Cole drove himself in and out of her tight pussy. Had anything ever felt so perfect? So right?
He drove harder. Deeper.
“Julian, play with her clit,” he demanded. He wasn’t yet certain of Julian’s desire to submit to him in the bedroom, but right now, he couldn’t stop himself from taking over.
Thankfully, Julian slipped his hand between their bodies, without a word, to play with Keira’s clit.
“May I come, Sir?” she cried out.
“You may,” he said, right before he sank deep and came inside her, her pussy milking his cock as she found her own release.
They collapsed together in the bed, Cole lying on his back, Keira on top of him with Julian curled around them both. Julian ran his hand up and down her back.
“All right, apple pie?” Julian asked her.
Cole let out a bark of laughter. “Apple pie? Really?”
Julian grinned at him.
“All right, kitten is the nickname you usually use but what’s with the other nicknames like sugar tits and apple pie?”
“Apple pie is a particularly terrible one,” Keira said dryly, snuggling into his chest contently.
God, that felt good.
“Julian uses them when he senses I’m feeling uncertain or worried or he just wants to make me smile. They’re ridiculous or over-the-top or sweet.”
“I haven’t done it for a while. Long overdue.” Julian leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “Like a lot of other things we let him take from us.”
Cole’s stomach tightened. But he didn’t want to ask yet. Not when they were both tucked in against him, feeling safe and happy.
But soon . . .
26
Keira sat on Julian’s lap while Cole fed her, in between taking bites for himself.
Cole and Julian had pulled on boxers, and Julian still wore a T-shirt. Keira was dressed in Cole’s shirt, which he was inordinately pleased about.
When they finished, Cole pushed his plate away and turned fully to stare at them.
“Time’s come.”
Keira winced and looked up at Julian. Cole stared at the stoic man. He waited for the protests, ready to counter them. If things kept progressing, which he was damn hopeful about, then he needed to know what the hell had happened.
To his shock, Julian nodded. “Living room.”
Cole lifted Keira off Julian’s lap and held her hand as they moved over to the couch. Julian sat on the corner and Keira curled into his side. Cole sat on the coffee table, facing them. He leaned his elbows on his knees. “Tell me.”
Julian tapped his fingers on his knee, looking ill.
“We met someone,” Keira blurted out.
Cole winced but nodded for them to continue. Honestly, he’d never expected them to be alone if he ever found them so it shouldn’t be a surprise that they’d been with someone else.
“Right. He didn’t treat you well?” He remembered her words from earlier.
A madman locked us up and tortured us.
“H
e hurt you?” He had to work hard to keep his voice calm.
“Yes,” Keira said quietly. She kept her gaze on her lap. “It was my fault. I pushed Julian to go to Colombia, he wasn’t certain. It was my fault Julian was hurt. I should never be allowed to make any decisions.”
Cole stared at Keira in shock then noticed how hard she had her hands clenched together. Reaching out, he placed his hands on hers, gently unwinding them. He winced as he saw the red crescents on the palms of her hands.
“It was not your fault,” Julian told her fiercely. “It was mine. I didn’t have to say yes. I didn’t have to agree to go with him. I should have protected you better.”
Cole ran his thumbs over the sore, angry marks Keira had inflicted on herself.
“Stop,” he said in a low, calm voice infused with steel. “Look at me. Both of you.”
They raised their gazes to his. The misery and self-recrimination killed him.
“Blaming yourselves isn’t helping. I don’t know what’s going on, but if someone hurt you then that’s on them. Not either of you. Now, someone, for the love of God, tell me.”
Keira cleared her throat. “We met Vincento, at a club in San Antonio. I thought he was charming and sophisticated and suave. He did and said all the right things. We let him get close gradually, we weren’t looking for a third after . . .”
After him.
“Anyway, we told him that and he agreed to keep things friendly. We went out for dinner with him. To the movies. He wasn’t always there. He lived in Colombia, but whenever he was in San Antonio, he came to see us. That went on for about a year, right?” She looked up at Julian, who nodded.
“Julian didn’t want Vincento to dominate him, so we never played with him. But he was our friend. Or so I thought.”
She went to curl her hands up again, but he held them firmly in his. She tried to tug them out of his hold.
“Stay still, little bit,” he warned.
“But—”
“Until I can be assured you won’t hurt yourself, I’m going to hold your hands.”
“I’m not hurting myself!”
“Hurting herself?” Julian rumbled.
Cole turned over her hands. Julian sucked in a breath. “Keira!”
“I just clenched my hands too hard. It’s not a big deal.”
“You were punishing yourself,” Cole reprimanded. “The only people who punish you are your Doms. Understood?”
“Are you my Dom as well?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“For as long as you want me,” he told her, looking over at Julian.
The other man stared back at him steadily then nodded. The knot inside his gut unraveled some more. Bit by bit he’d earn their trust. Win them back. They’d moved a long way over the past twenty-four hours; he didn’t intend to mess it up.
“And as your Dom, my job is to protect you. Even from yourself. All right?”
“All right.”
“Now, tell me the rest.”
“Vincento invited us to go on vacation with him to his home in Colombia. I wanted to go. I thought he was this perfect guy and that maybe, eventually, he could mean more to us. Plus, he showed me these beautiful photos of where he lived. I’ve never been out of the country.” She licked her lips. “I pushed Julian—”
“You did not push me, Keira. I agreed to go.”
She looked up at her husband. “You weren’t entirely happy about it, though. My instincts are always off—”
“Not always,” Julian countered.
“I pushed us into buying that awful house in L.A. We were just lucky someone bought it, or we’d still be paying for it when we’re eighty.”
Later, he’d tell them he was the sucker who’d bought it from them. When they wouldn’t take his severance pay, he’d figured it was the least he could do.
“They can’t always be off, you married me, didn’t you?” Julian pointed out.
She smiled. “You’re right. I did. Best thing I ever did.”
He wished he’d been part of their lives from the start, but he didn’t resent their closeness. So long as he had some part of their hearts he would be happy. The old Cole wouldn’t have been happy with that.
But the old Cole had been a jerk.
“What happened when you got to Colombia?” Fucking hell. No way would he ever have allowed them to travel there without him. Hell, to travel anywhere without him.
But, then, they wouldn’t have been going if you hadn’t rejected them. Told them you no longer wanted anything to do with them. They wouldn’t have been in San Antonio if it weren’t for him. Wouldn’t have met this Vincento, whom he intended to research as soon as he had a moment.
“Hell happened,” Keira whispered. “The first few days were okay. His house was magnificent, the grounds and pool were so beautiful. But there was something off about it all.”
“The people who worked for him were scared of him,” Julian stated. “And there were armed guards everywhere.”
“He told us it was for our own protection, but when we tried to leave one day to go to a market in the town, we weren’t allowed off the property,” Keira said. “Julian got worried, he confronted Vincento, they argued, and Julian told him we were leaving and he . . . he just exploded. He had his guards hold Julian while he hit him over and over—” she broke off with a sob, burying her face in her hands.
Julian lifted her onto his lap, rocking her back and forth.
“I couldn’t do anything. I tried, but another guard held me back. I could only watch. Oh, God.” Keira started to sob again.
Cole sat there, grinding his teeth together. The urge to kill rampaged through him with furious fervor.
Stay calm. They need you calm.
“Then what?”
Julian met his gaze. His face was calm, but his gaze was filled with horror and darkness. “He took us both down to this room in the basement. It had a keypad lock on the door. No windows. A toilet sat in one corner. A bed in the other. That was it.”
Keira wiped at her tears. “He was insane. I don’t know how we didn’t see it. He was angry that we had refused him when he wanted to dominate us at the club. He was livid over our rejection. He told us he’d have to punish us.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“We were kept in that basement for weeks. Thankfully, he didn’t visit us often, but when he did . . .” Julian looked away, swallowing heavily.
“When he did, he’d tie me up or have a guard hold me then he beat Julian,” she whispered. “He was trying to break us. Sometimes he’d separate us. I never knew if I was going to see Julian again.”
“It’s okay, baby,” Julian reassured her. “I’m here.”
“Keira had a panic attack when that Dom was whipping his sub . . . did he . . . did you . . .” he couldn’t finish the sentence.
Julian set Keira on the sofa then stood and turned, pulling off his T-shirt. The marks weren’t fresh, but they were there. Scars left from whip marks breaking the flesh.
Vincento was a dead man. And if Cole had anything to say about it, it wouldn’t be slow and easy either.
Julian tried to push his shirt down, but Cole stepped forward and held it up. Then he kissed along each mark. Julian shuddered in reaction. Then he turned and kissed Cole. Hard. When he took a step back, his heart was racing. He took a deep breath as Julian sat once more, pulling Keira onto his lap.
“What about . . . what about your friends? Your jobs? How did they not notice you missing?” Cole sat on the coffee table again, facing them.
“We didn’t have close friends. He forced me to write letters of resignation and email them to our bosses. And call our landlord. He told me he’d stop punishing Julian if I did it,” Keira sobbed, and Julian held her tighter, “he lied.”
“Wasn’t your fault, kitten,” Julian murmured. “Never your fault.”
“Did he rape you?” he asked, not wanting to ask but having to know.
Keira shook her head. “No, I think he wanted us to give in to
him. To submit. And he was furious when we didn’t.”
Fuck. Shit. He closed his eyes for a minute, breathing through the agony beating at him. At least he didn’t rape them. He opened his eyes and stared at them both. Keira looked scared. Julian stiff and unemotional.
“Did he injure your leg?” he asked.
“He was whipping Julian,” Keira whispered. “One of the guards was holding me back. Somehow, I caught him by surprise. I elbowed him in the gut and raced towards Vincento. The guard tackled me before I could get to them. There was this popping noise in my knee. It was agonizing. I could barely breathe through the pain.”
“He killed the guard. Right in front of us,” Julian told him. “Point blank. Shot to the head.”
Christ, he couldn’t even imagine them going through that. “Did he get a doctor to look at your leg?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Keira was in such pain. I was bleeding. He was escalating. I knew I had to get us out. No one was searching for us. No one was coming.”
Fuck. Shit. Guilt made him want to hurl. The thought of them in pain, with no hope . . .
“How did you escape?”
“One of the servants helped us,” Keira explained. “Vincento kept us on the bare minimum of rations. Basically, bread, water and the occasional piece of fruit. There were two different servants who brought down the food. One of them would sneak us treats like chocolate.”
“Vincento left us alone after Keira’s knee gave out. By some miracle, there was an earthquake. In the chaos of the quake, the servant who’d been kind to us managed to get down and unlock the door.”
“Julian carried me out of there, somehow,” Keira looked up at her husband in wonder. “Injured and weak, he got me out.”
“Everything was in disarray and the guy, Luis, got us out through the kitchens and into one of Vincento’s vehicles. The guards seemed to realize something was going on as we raced out the gates and they fired on us, but Vincento was a paranoid bastard and his vehicles were all bullet-proof.”
Fuck. If it wasn’t for that man helping them, they could still be there. Or dead.
“Luis drove us to his abuela’s place,” Julian told him. “She was a force of nature. I’m not even sure how she managed it, but she quickly made arrangements to get us closer to the border. From there we called Joel and he came and got us.”
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