TogetherinCyn

by Jennifer Kacey

  “What are you doing, C? Why are you doing this?”

  Jared bound his other wrist.

  Chris spoke rapidly. “I’m not going to ask you to conquer your fears if I’m not strong enough to do the same. You say you want me to let go but I’m terrified I’m going to hurt you. God, Cyn. Some of the things I want to do to you…”

  “We talked,” Jared added. “About everything. Tonight, the restraints allow him to let go a little at a time, knowing he can’t physically harm you. I crave the kink just as badly and I’ve been more dominant with you because I trust my instincts. Chris gave me that years ago when he protected me then again when I found this lifestyle. Now you and I can return it to him. I won’t rest until that happens, you both have my word.”

  He wiped a tear from my cheek and I kissed him.

  These men overwhelmed me with the mutual respect they had for each other. The love they gave me was truly humbling. I couldn’t do anything but beam at Jared while he helped me climb onto the bed and I struggled to get my emotions under control.

  I knelt by Chris’ waist.

  My forearms rested on his sternum, giving me the balance I needed to hover over him. “I love you so much,” I whispered beside his ear. I rubbed my cheek against the stubble on his jaw and shivered. Inhaling at his throat, I teased both of us. I couldn’t wait any longer. I nipped his Adam’s apple and finally licked inside his mouth. We groaned.

  The bed shuddered as he strained against the leather. He angled his head and shoulders up to me. I kissed his chest while Jared smoothed the skin along my spine.

  Chris’ erection pointed at me like a compass needle. I kissed along his ribs and across his abdomen until I pitched forward, ass in the air. I bit at his shaft then gasped as Jared’s hand landed on my rear.

  “That was for leaving us for three weeks.”

  I bent over Chris’ cock but Jared caught my hair and held me. His hand landed on the other cheek and I cried out. The pain morphed into something heated. Something hot and sinful, making me crave more.

  “That’s for not confiding in me.” He scattered spanks across my backside.

  He was punishing both of us. Then, after every few swats, he caressed my heated rear. Loving me. Pushing me higher toward something I’d craved my entire adult life but hadn’t thought I’d ever find. He loved me with his dark desire and the rest of my reservations floated away. I accepted that they needed me to be nothing more than myself.

  Chris’ tongue peeked out and licked his bottom lip. His eyes were endless pools of lust directed at me. The last of my resistance drained away and I strained against Jared’s tight grip—not to flee but to bond myself to him somehow. I ached for a firmer touch.

  A few strikes more, each increasing in intensity, warmed me from the inside out.

  “Suck my dick, baby,” Chris ordered as I licked his stomach right above the crown of his cock.

  I was desperate to come. The sensations were too much for my brain to continue to process. Jared pushed a finger inside me. My pussy was wet and had been empty for far too long but I wasn’t ready to end this yet. I couldn’t give in. Somebody was going to fall with me.

  “Like this, C?” I licked underneath the crown of his cock and swirled my tongue all over the head.

  “Fuck yes, baby. Suck it.”

  With my bound hands, I lifted his stiff flesh and licked the tiny slit on top before opening my mouth wide to engulf him. I sank onto him and hummed as he surged his hips upward.

  “Your mouth, Cyn. Damn. So sweet.”

  “Paradise,” Jared muttered, jerking forward and burying his cock between my thighs.

  The sudden fullness in my core caught me off guard, making me lose suction. I teased along the vein under Chris’ dick, kissing the length of his cock to the rhythm of Jared claiming me. These men owned my responses and transformed me into nothing but sensation.

  “Jesus,” Chris cursed. I took him to the root, barely able to open wide enough to accommodate him. The scent of sex filled my nose, spurring me on to take more.

  Jared tucked a lubricated finger against my ass and I lost my rhythm again.

  I tossed my hair away so I could see Chris as he said, “He’s going to fuck your ass.” He watched my progress descending the length of his cock. He fought the restraints. “He’s going to stretch you so wide and I’m going to fill your little pussy until you don’t remember your own name.”

  They had given me everything I wanted—I needed to make sure he didn’t get lost in the past. If he was ever going to genuinely let go, he had to learn to trust in my love for him. He would never hurt me, never go further than I wanted them to push, but I was more than willing to ease him into it.

  “I can feel his dick sliding in and out of my pussy,” I told him as I jacked his cock with my hands. “My ass is gripping him so tight.” I cried out as Jared added another digit and I rocked my pelvis to meet his thrusts.

  Jared squeezed my thigh and barked, “Damn, stop before I blow inside you.” He shoved me up next to Chris’ thigh.

  “Put me inside you. I’m dying to be inside you.”

  After balancing my weight, I threw my leg over Chris’ waist and steadied myself on his stomach. My clit slid along his dick, a shiver racing outward to the tips of my toes. I placed him at my entrance. “I’ve missed this,” I sighed, enveloping his thick cock inside me.

  “Me too,” he said through clenched teeth as he thrust upward, inside me. I ground my pelvis against him until pressure on my shoulders urged me down. “Kiss me,” Chris ordered.

  My lips found his. He forced his tongue inside while Jared squeezed more lubrication into my rear. The bed shifted. Jared climbed behind me. “I can’t be gentle, baby. I want you so bad and it’s been too long.”

  “I don’t want gentle, J. I need you. I’ll never need anything else from either of you. I won’t break.” Acceptance of us and what we would share for the rest of our lives blossomed in my soul. For the first time, I was strong enough for these men.

  Jared drove me more fully onto his brother. He grabbed my waist, surging inside me. Chris penetrated me from below. I cried out and pleaded with Chris. Words failed me so I kissed him hard.

  “Oh God. I have to come. Please let me come,” I begged.

  Chris strained against the restraints. The bed couldn’t survive the tension much longer. I knew exactly how he felt. My body was strung tight, straining for a release so mind-altering it rode the edge of pain.

  Jared tightened his fist in my hair. The other hand landed across my ass. An orgasm crushed every other thought from my head. It silenced all my doubts and fears and I could do nothing but feel the men I loved.

  The burn in my backside intensified with my release. My pussy made sucking noises. I milked both brothers for every drop of satisfaction they had to offer.

  Would it always be like this? Each time more intense than the last? More meaningful?

  “We’ll make sure it is, Cyn.”

  I looked at Chris when he answered the question I’d so obviously asked out loud.

  My ass latched on to Jared’s thick shaft. His fingers dug into my flesh. He forced himself inside me for several more strokes. He groaned and I felt him coming despite the condom he wore. He jerked without rhythm until he slumped forward.

  Jared bit below my ear then released Chris’ wrists.

  Chris never slowed his thrusts. He didn’t waste any time flipping me over and hooking an elbow under one of my knees. “Reach for the headboard.”

  I obeyed and Jared fastened the scarf around my wrists onto a hook in the metal of the bed frame. Chris dug under one of my shoulder blades, clasped the top of my spine. He could feel my skin and their collar as he stretched my pussy. He never stopped pumping inside me.

  “I love fucking you after you’ve gotten off. You’re liquid heat, baby. I’m not going to stop until you come again.” He thrust shallowly at first then deeper until the head of his cock tapped the entrance to my womb.

/>   I tucked my leg beneath his ass. His butt muscles contracted each time he surged inside me.

  Jared knelt beside me. He sucked one of my nipples, working it with his tongue and teeth. He bit gently, forcing my clit to swell and brush against Chris’ abdomen every time he penetrated my core.

  “Yes, yes, yes…” I chanted, digging my shoulders into the mattress.

  Thrust after thrust hit that magical spot deep inside. I moaned long and loud. The world flew apart in all directions as another orgasm rocked me.

  “Look at me,” Chris ordered.

  I obeyed immediately. My cells were steeped in pleasure so intense it threatened to steal my sanity. My body was set free from weeks of self-imposed loneliness. The moment I came on his cock, I was finally home. My muscles were strung with so much tension I shouldn’t have been able to survive it. Every cell exploded and was remade in their love, suspended in a world of nothing but pure sensation.

  “Fuck,” Chris groaned, forcing my tissues apart again and again as Jared licked and suckled at my breasts. The grip on my shoulder tightened. Chris’ erection wrenched inside me as he exploded. “I love you,” Chris cried out and spurt after spurt of his seed filled me, his thick erection pulsing. Filling me, claiming me.

  “And I you.” I exhaled the words.

  Chris captured my mouth. His kiss filled me with love and acceptance. I was home with these men and I would spend my life showing them what love could do. After a few seconds, he slipped out of my clasping, wet core and fell to the bed beside me.

  Jared was still panting beside us. He kissed my shoulder. “Be right back,” he mumbled as he stumbled away.

  Chris lifted the scarf off the hook on the headboard and peeled my fingers from the wood. He kissed each one while untying my wrists.

  “Day-um,” I stuttered. My abdomen clenched with the last vestiges of my orgasm. Wetness coated the lips of my pussy and eased along my thighs. “Just a catnap. That’s all I need and we can continue.”

  My eyelids refused to stay open any longer. I closed them to truly rest for the first time in weeks. Every muscle relaxed. My men would take care of me so I could sleep.

  “Not too long or Jared will have to punish you.” Chris nuzzled my cheek but his words highlighted a problem that followed me into sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Hours later, I struggled to wake up, one of my gorgeous men spooned naked behind me. I twisted in the cage of his arms and he gathered me close. He kissed his way across my collarbone, up my neck, suckling the sensitive lobe of my ear into his skilled mouth.

  “Jared—umm…”

  He petted me and I snuggled closer, bumping into an erection the sex industry could mold and make millions off of.

  I kicked the covers off and grabbed his rod, pumping it from root to tip. Slickness seeped from the slit of his dick and my mouth watered. I squeezed, swiping my thumb across it. My palm slid easier over his hard-on and his deep rumble of pleasure preceded his thrusting in time with my strokes.

  He massaged his way along my body, grabbed behind my knee and lifted my leg over his thigh. He gathered wetness from my drenched folds and rubbed it along his shaft. The smell of sex filled the air.

  He held onto my fist, jerking with a twist at the end, showing me what he liked. “Faster.”

  Puffs of air hit my chest, tightening my nipples. A sheen of sweat dampened his skin and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting his release.

  Without letting go of my hand, he pushed me flat on the mattress, hovering over me. “Fuck” leapt from his mouth. He settled between my legs and the first shot of semen jetted from the tip of his tool onto my stomach.

  I moaned louder than he did when he came. The sight of us together, our fingers intertwined to give him pleasure—damn, it was sexy.

  We worked his erection, the orgasm pulsing beneath our hands, and then Jared coaxed my mouth open so he could sample the passion raging through me.

  I palmed his cheek, smiling against his lips. He finally tugged my palm free with a groan.

  “Good evening, Master J.”

  He threw his head back and laughed as I’d hoped he would. Such a free sound coming from him. So different than his brother…

  I remembered Chris’ earlier comment about punishment and stumbled in my quest to orgasm.

  “And what about you, my sweet submissive? Do you think you’ve earned some play time of your own?” Jared shifted his weight so he could watch what he did to me. When I tried to close my legs, he swatted my inner thigh. “Mine,” he stated.

  Cream slipped from my pussy at his tiny reminder. He owned me.

  He adjusted my legs farther open until he was satisfied. He sought the opening to my wet channel. His boner grew thicker against my leg when he found my inner folds soaked with moisture. “Chris had better hurry or he’s going to miss all the fun.”

  “Where is he?”

  He didn’t answer until he found my clit and flicked it with his thumb. “Downstairs. Main demonstration stage. He’s teaching a class on whipping.”

  The shiver that stretched my body tight could have been from the thought of what Chris was teaching—or how Jared spread moisture around my tight bud. He circled it, worked it, trapping it with his knuckles when it pulsed for him.

  I wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he really tried to get me off. His talents abounded when it came to working me up, making me fly. “But that’s used for punishment.”

  “Pleasure too. It’s two sides of the same coin.” He tucked his fingers into my pussy and before retreating to drag them across my clit again.

  “But he’s never punished me. In our first scene, it was only you. Your paddle, your hand. And earlier he said if I slept too long, you’d take care of it. He made a joke of it. He expects you to discipline me when it’s needed?”

  “Heard that, did you?” He continued playing with my pussy but the mood changed. It was more a distraction for both of us than anything else. “I hoped you’d already fallen asleep.”

  He brushed his knuckles against the lips of my mound and then glanced up at me. “Sex and discipline don’t go together for him. If we shared a woman and she was in this lifestyle, I doled out punishment during sex. He’s trained for years to be one of the best wielders of a single-tail in the country. Nick and Jackson came to train under him. But he’s on the outside wanting in. He keeps both sides completely separate.”

  He kissed my shoulder and got up, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and came back to bed.

  “But how is that feasible in a relationship like ours?”

  He finished cleaning off my stomach and I rolled over. He tossed the towel beside the bed and settled against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “Honestly? It’s not. I talked about it with him last week. Didn’t go so well.”

  My stomach twisted and my mouth went dry. I couldn’t think of a thing to say.

  “A Dom has to be in complete control, the most focused, when he’s disciplining someone. He told me he doesn’t trust himself. He’s afraid his mind will slip and he’ll be chained to that wall again. If that bitch were still here…”

  I grabbed onto the fist he made and held tight. I wanted to take all the pain away from both of them. “I liked the paddle. Really liked your hand. The whip should be no different.”

  It sounded shaky even to me but I kept going. “The pain…it grounded me in some way I can’t explain. Made the sex mind-blowing. I don’t want to submit to both of you. I need to. Chris’ favorite instrument is the whip. It’s kind of prophetic in a way. If Bryce had used a flogger then I would be scared of that. Same for a paddle or crop. Whatever he used, it was to inflict pain and to scare me, nothing else. It wasn’t to train me or make me burn in arousal like you do. With you and Chris, it’s different.”

  I’ve lost my mind… “What if I provoke him?”

  He shook his head before I could continue. “He’s choked off his feelings for so long that if you do that… If you goad him… I can’t
guarantee how far he’s going to take it. Do I think he’ll hurt you? No, I truly don’t. But you’ve been through a lot. I don’t want you running because it’s more than you can handle right now. And I don’t want to push him so far that he shuts down completely instead of letting us both in.”

  “He’s stronger than he believes and I trust him.”

  “Stop and think this through. I won’t be able to be in the room with you. If I’m there he’ll never take responsibility for you. I’ve been his crutch for years. I don’t want you to do this alone and I love my brother. But I want him whole. You’re the missing piece for us. You always have been. You’re the key to unlocking his past, giving him a future. I’ll watch on the monitors and come in as soon as I can.”

  There was no hesitation in my answer. I didn’t imagine all the what-ifs. That gave me courage. “I don’t want to start again with something missing. Him telling you how to punish me is nothing but a puppet show. It’s all…or nothing.”

  “I love you, you know that?” He tugged me forward, kissed me and said, “Let’s go. I’ve got an idea how you can…get his attention. Hope you’re okay with an audience for this.”

  Chapter Ten

  I stopped a few feet inside the demonstration area so my eyes could adjust to the darkness. I wished Jared would hurry. He’d sent me in first while he prepared a few things.

  Nerves tingled under my skin. Dozens of people clustered near a white stage. It was brightly lit from above and glowed.

  The raised area must have been at least thirty feet across and almost as deep. A network of cables created a spider web along the ceiling. Various devices dangled from some of them and I didn’t want to guess what they were used for. One small cabinet, the same white color, stood open off to one side. It was packed with coils of things too far away to identify.

  Chris stood on the platform with his arm raised, a whip poised in a tight fist. My whole body went a little numb.