Retaliation

by Anise Storm

  “Our girl,” Thaddeus said, quirking an eyebrow.

  Then Finley saw a strange expression cross over his rival’s face.

  “That’s it,” Remington said.

  “What’s ‘it’?” he asked, genuinely confused.

  “What if she didn’t have to choose? If Hannah could have both of us in her life, would you be game?”

  Finley could hardly believe what Thaddeus was asking. “Are you talking about sharing her, Remington?” After he said the words out loud, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea. “And, if so, how would something like that work?”

  Thaddeus set his glass back down and Finley waited for some further details on what the man envisioned. After all, they lived on different continents. They came from the same world, but that was about it.

  “I think it could work. Obviously, you’re in London and I’m in Atlanta. I’d be willing to work remotely from time to time, if I had Hannah to distract me.” Thaddeus became visibly more excited about the idea the more he talked about it. “Would you do the same? Occasionally spend time in the States with us?”

  Finley tapped his finger against the bar top. It didn’t sound like that bad an arrangement. He had worked remotely the entire time he’d been in Chicago and, so far, everything had run smoothly at Wetherall Communications. It was then he realized a very important point. “I see one flaw with your plan, Remington. Our companies are obvious competitors. How in the hell would that work?”

  Thaddeus’ expression changed as if he hadn’t thought of it. He grinned then responded. “How about we pick and choose which accounts to work on and which ones not to? For example, I would’ve let you have Anderson and you could’ve let me have the Lincoln one.”

  Finley had to agree it would be nice to not always have to undercut his own proposals to outbid Remington Industries. There was even more money to be made if Wetherall Communications lost their biggest threat. Tucker International wasn’t much of a consideration anymore because of the pall Stanley’s shenanigan’s had placed over the company. “It actually sounds like it could be mutually beneficial for both corporations. You’re forgetting one thing, though, Einstein.”

  “And that is?” he asked.

  “How do we get Hannah to agree to this?” Finley responded. He could hardly believe he was not only considering this indecent type of proposal but he was actually willing to agree to it.

  Thaddeus smirked then picked up his phone. “Leave that to me.”

  Finley was about to argue but Thaddeus dialed a number and waited, presumably for whoever it was to answer.

  “Dustin, my man. I have a favor to ask you.”

  Finley listened intently while Thaddeus brought an accomplice in to help them with the grand set-up. He’d given the club owner in Atlanta Hannah’s phone number and, after the plan was put in motion, Finley waved the bartender over once more, this time, though, to settle their tabs. Remington finally got off the phone, and he turned to him.

  “Let’s get the hell out of here, then. I just hope this plan of yours works and doesn’t end up pushing her away for good.” Finley hesitated then asked, “How did you know she was in Atlanta?”

  Thaddeus flashed a knowing smile at him before telling him his investigator had shared where she’d gone with him while he’d nursed his drink at the bar.

  Then the two headed to their respective planes. With plans to meet up in Atlanta, Finley had to trust that Remington had Hannah’s best interests at heart and this wasn’t some plan to steal her out from under him.

  Maybe fighting the man in a duel would have been a better option. Dismissing the thought, Finley had to learn to trust his former rival if he had any hopes of making this arrangement work.

  Chapter Thirty

  Hannah almost didn’t even answer Dustin Phillip’s call until she realized who it was. He was the owner of Nirvana, and the one who had approved her membership what seemed like eons ago. It was the place where she and Thaddeus had first… Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought. She didn’t want to dwell on that night right now.

  After telling Dustin she was only in town a day or two before she moved back to Texas, he had convinced her to come to the club one last time. A small voice told her it wasn’t a good idea but, much like other Dominants, Dustin was very persuasive. He’d told her he only wanted to talk to her and make sure for himself she was okay. Hannah decided it wasn’t a terrible thing, and, after warning him she couldn’t stay long, she hailed a cab to the club.

  Taking a breath, she stepped through the open door. The man, Bobby, who identified himself as a dungeon monitor, led her down a different hallway from the ones she used to go through when with a Dominant. She assumed they must be headed to Dustin’s office. Finally, they stopped in front of a door, and Bobby entered a code on the keypad. Placing her hand on the door handle, she waited for him to walk away before she twisted it, then opened the door.

  The door shut behind her, but any sounds of it closing were drowned out by the heavy pounding of her heart and the sound of Meet Your Master by Nine Inch Nails flowing from the speakers. She immediately looked at the inhabitants of the room. No introductions were needed because the men standing before her were already too well known. Hannah wondered angrily what the hell they were doing in this club—and together. Looking into Finley’s blue eyes, she saw disappointment swirling and she immediately lowered her lashes. Why are they here in Atlanta?

  “I don’t understand…” she mumbled before losing her train of thought. She felt ambushed, and the realization Dustin had set her up finally registered. A slight wave of panic washed over her.

  “Good evening, sweetheart,” Thaddeus said in a tone that was a direct contradiction to the expression he wore. Not giving her time to respond, he raised his voice. “Strip and present yourself.”

  “Thaddeus,” she began, but the glare he shot in her direction made her pause.

  “Baby girl,” Finley said, finally speaking. Her heart began to pound now that she was face to face with the two men she’d recently hurt so badly. “I believe you were given a direct order. Don’t make us say it again.”

  “But, Finley, I—”

  “Is that what you call your Dominants, little sub? I don’t think so. You will address us as either Master or Sir but never by our given names in a playroom. We know you have questions. You will receive those answers in due time.”

  “Strip, sweetheart!” Thaddeus repeated.

  His tone was a clear indication she did not have permission to speak anymore. Hannah should have stood her ground and refused to respond without getting the answers she sought, but she found herself sliding down the straps of her dress anyway. After quickly removing it, she took off her stockings and heels, placing them neatly on a table to her left then walking toward the men. Stopping in front of the pair, she slid gracefully to her knees, spread her thighs wide and clasped her hands behind her head to wait.

  The seconds seemed to tick on forever. Hannah’s nervousness only increased. It was one thing to prepare herself to talk to an old friend, but quite another to be ambushed by the two men she loved.

  Even though she tried to hold on to her anger at learning she had been purposely brought here and by whom, every cell in her body screamed out for their touch. It was hard enough to think clearly around both of them fully clothed. But when naked and kneeling at their feet, it was damn near impossible.

  “Thank you, baby girl,” Finley said before circling around her presented form.

  Her thighs grew sticky with the early stirrings of arousal. Damn my traitorous body! She’d fixed her gaze on the floor, but she could still feel the heat from their searing stares, causing her nipples to pebble and her pussy to cream even more.

  Thaddeus and Finley had to know the effect they had on her. Just the thought of their self-righteous smirks had Hannah gritting her teeth in anger. She shouldn’t be here on her knees in an act of submission to them. Still, her body didn’t agree with her mind. It was, and had alwa
ys been, theirs to command.

  “We were very disappointed you left us both waiting for you at the airport. But even though we were so upset, we understand why you did what you did. What we don’t understand is why you didn’t tell us the night before,” Finley said, making her cringe.

  She should have been honest with both of them that evening, but she had thought it had been for the best.

  “We love you, sweetheart. Feelings like that don’t simply disappear because you want them to,” Thaddeus added.

  Hannah felt even worse now.

  “I’m sorry. So sorry. I—” She stopped, not even sure what else to say. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. Hannah had dreamed of hearing these men tell her again that they loved her.

  “Over the bench, little sub,” Finley commanded, causing her to scramble to her feet.

  She had earned a punishment. She positioned herself across the structure as they’d instructed, and she glanced over at Finley, watching while he removed his shirt. Thaddeus entered her line of vision, and she saw he had already taken his off. Both men were so very sexy, just as she remembered. There had been so many nights she’d imagined seeing them in the flesh just like this, running her hands and mouth over every ridge of their abs then tracing their Vs with her tongue.

  Their images were ingrained so deeply in her memory that all she had to do was close her eyes to see them. Tonight would be different. They were here, and she would be able to actually feel their touch.

  She half-expected Thaddeus to reach for a flogger, but he grabbed a large leather paddle instead. While she observed the dark-haired Dominant’s every move, Finley had stepped behind her. Fisting her hair in his hand, he yanked her head back until she moaned. Hannah loved when they gave her those sharp bites of pain.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby girl. And you’re ours! Ours to hold! Ours to touch! Ours to kiss! Ours to fuck! And, most importantly, ours to love!”

  Each time Finley raised his tone, he yanked harder on her hair. It was almost a shame he had stopped speaking because each sharp tug had her body aching for more. Then Finley released a portion of her hair so he could wrap some around his hand while he circled back to stand in front of her.

  At this time, Thaddeus took his place behind her, and she understood what was about to happen. Hopefully, after the paddling she was sure to receive, she would be able to come. She was so busy anticipating the bite of pain, she didn’t even realize Finley had released his cock until he jerked her head forward by her hair and tapped her lips with the blunt tip of his shaft.

  “You know what to do, Hannah. Open wide,” Finley rasped.

  Hannah opened her mouth automatically, and he thrust forward, hitting her tonsils with the first stroke. She moaned around him, knowing Finley would feel the vibrations from it. While she focused on him, Thaddeus alternated touches between his hand and the paddle, lightly running the spiked portion of the leather strap over her taut body. Her juices trickled farther down the insides of her thighs, making her squirm restlessly.

  Thwack! The first sharp smack set her right ass cheek on fire. Between the tears that sprang to her eyes and the hard, forceful strokes as Finley drove his cock to her throat, Hannah could barely process the varying sensations. It had been so long since she had climaxed at anyone’s hands but her own. It would only take one word to have her easily shatter apart for them.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  The paddle connected with her left ass cheek, adding additional fuel to the fire of her backside. The sting was sharper and more intense. The blows kept coming with Thaddeus raining one after another over her sensitized flesh, alternating the spots to keep her body on edge. After the eighth smack, the stinging gave way to milder warmth, one that spread across her body, enveloping it in heat. He then delivered the last two blows to her ass, and she nearly came without permission.

  “That was the punishment phase of this scene, sweetheart. Since you’ve taken it like a good girl, I think it is time we re-introduce you to the pleasure you will only find with us.”

  The last word had her entire core pulsing in anticipation. Finley’s cock twitched and swelled in her mouth while she continued to suck him. In the time they had been together, Hannah had learned what both men liked and what brought them quickly to the edge.

  Now that the paddling was completed, she could use her teeth. She grazed the long vein on the underside of his shaft, making sure to keep constant pressure on it. Her Dominant groaned, his movements becoming more erratic. He was almost there, so close she could already taste him. The drops of pre-cum seeping out from the mushroomed head were merely a teaser. They were the appetizer before a main course. Just when she thought he’d climax, Finley pulled out of her mouth, leaving her sputtering in protest.

  “Not yet, sweetheart,” Thaddeus told her, only increasing her frustration.

  What the hell? This had to be another part of her punishment, regardless of what he’d said earlier. Hannah swallowed back the sarcastic retort lingering on the tip of her tongue, instead releasing a whimper after Thaddeus slid his fingers along her dripping folds, inserting two of the long digits into her channel. He rotated his wrist to tease her sweet spot. He had gone directly for the hidden bundle of nerves situated behind her pubic bone, stroking and rubbing it until she writhed atop the bench.

  Once her moans became louder, he added a third finger, increasing the speed of each thrust and also her level of arousal. Hannah’s thighs were shaking from the extreme effort it took to not climax right then and there.

  “Here you go, Remington.”

  Finley provided a slight distraction when he tossed something to Thaddeus. She heard the sound of the foil wrappers being torn and Hannah knew exactly what it was. Both men sheathed their erections in seconds, before Finley lifted her effortlessly off the bench. Turning her toward him, he lined up with her entrance, impaling her on his thick shaft in one fluid motion.

  Hannah moaned then realized what was about to happen. She’d only taken two men at the same time once, but it had been a lifetime ago in Texas. Sensing she was in for the ride of her life, Hannah attempted to wrap her arms around his shoulders, but Finley withdrew and passed her off to Thaddeus instead.

  She clung to his broad shoulders, moaning once again as this time, Thaddeus thrust deep inside her pulsating channel. The reason for the switch soon became clear. Finley stepped behind her, pressing her chest into Thaddeus’ wall of muscle. He’d used her pussy to lubricate his shaft, her extreme wetness being enough to ease his way to her back entrance.

  “You will take us both, baby girl. Feel Thaddeus…feel me…but most importantly, feel how fucking perfect you are for us.”

  Hannah could barely breathe when he pushed his cockhead inside before withdrawing until just the tip remained. Finley plunged forward again, and this time, she relaxed her muscles before pressing back against him. Soon, both men began to move, rocking her body between theirs.

  Her moans turned to whimpers. The intensity of each stroke came harder and faster. Hannah was on sensation overload, feeling pinpricks of both pain and pleasure. Two sets of teeth raked over her neck and shoulders. The men were not just fucking her. They were marking her…possessing her…claiming her as theirs.

  Her entire body quivered. She could feel the sheen of perspiration forming over every inch of skin. Thaddeus and Finley pretended they didn’t even notice the frantic need building inside her. It was like the wave of a tsunami. It was building in strength and intensity, and she was powerless to stop it.

  “Now, sweetheart. Come for us!”

  Thaddeus granted her permission to come, and Hannah shattered for them, screaming their names until the words echoing off the walls of the room grew more incoherent. Wave after wave shook her body while the aftershocks of the first orgasm rolled through her. Both of the men continued driving into her until she was mindless with pleasure. She came again for them, this time at Finley’s urging. Her climax triggered their own, and both men soon followed.
Their shafts pulsed inside her and, by the time they were finished, she couldn’t stop the words from flowing off her lips, even if she had wanted to.

  “I love you.” Those three words were the last thing Hannah remembered before everything went black around her.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Hannah lay there across their laps, looking out at the ocean view from the balcony of their beachside bungalow. On nights like this, everything seemed so perfect. Since the evening the two men had ambushed her in Atlanta, both had been reluctant to let her out of their sights.

  Even now, she could remember regaining consciousness a short while after to not only find both men still there but actually talking like they were friends. She had learned in the weeks that followed how difficult a task it had been, but it filled her with joy that they’d even attempted it and all because of her.

  They had taken what had been the most difficult decision of her life away from her and, like true Dominants, they had done it because they understood what she needed. There were growing pains, just like one would find in any other type of relationship, but the three never gave up. Some nights were harder than others, especially if one of her Doms was away on business. She’d half-expected the one she was with to whisk her away to parts unknown, but they hadn’t, instead honoring the pact the two had made to her—and each other.

  She smiled when she remembered Thaddeus often teasing he was going to kidnap her. He never did, though. She’d finally gotten everything she’d never known she’d wanted. She had the unconditional love of two men, so similar, yet so different—both at the same time.

  “What are you thinking about, baby girl?” Finley asked, brushing her hair off her cheeks.

  “I’m just soaking everything in. I feel like one of these days I’m going to wake up and realize this is all nothing but a dream.” And she often did.