Queen of Quarantine

by Caroline Peckham

  “Gah!” I jerked my hand back and opened my eyes, finding myself in the bed alone with a naked Blake Bowman and no one else. Not exactly how I'd been hoping to start my day.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Blake murmured sleepily as I found my hard on sinking fast.

  “Goddammit. Where’s Tatum?” I grunted, scrubbing a hand down my face as Blake shrugged and closed his eyes again, clearly deciding on more sleep.

  I pushed myself up with a frown and found Saint sitting at a small table, drinking coffee while typing away on his laptop. The amused smirk on his lips said he’d just enjoyed that little show though. Asshole.

  "Morning," I mumbled, looking around for Kyan and Tatum and coming up blank.

  "It is nine twenty-three," Saint said without looking up from his work. "Hardly what I would refer to as morning."

  "What do you want me to say then?" I asked, getting out of bed and stretching as I tried to work a kink out of my neck.

  "Kyan brought some clothes for us," Saint said, glancing at me with the hint of a sneer and I rolled my eyes as I headed over to the neatly folded clothes on the chair that he was pointing at.

  "What's the matter? The sight of my dick offends you unless you're watching me stick it into your girlfriend?" I teased and Saint shrugged.

  "A flaccid penis dangling about for no reason is just a distraction to the eye," he said casually, turning back to his work. "A solid one making Tatum Rivers come so hard she can't help but scream holds a lot more appeal."

  I barked a surprised laugh as I picked up a pair of grey sweats and Saint actually smirked, making me realise he'd been fucking with me. Who'd have thought the devil would have a sense of humour?

  I yanked a t-shirt on too, then moved over to the table to snag myself some toast and a cup of coffee from the spread that had been freshly laid out for us. I must have been really out of it to have missed Martha or whoever delivered this, but I knew Kyan had said she’d be leaving a breakfast cart out overnight so I was guessing Saint had wheeled it in. I wasn't complaining but it was fucking weird to have that kind of service in your damn house. Food that magically showed up when I wanted it was one rich person perk I could get used to.

  "Where are Kyan and Tatum?" I asked and Saint shrugged.

  "They left to find the food, but the food arrived and they didn't return with it. My guess is that they've either been waylaid by Kyan's grandfather or he's fucking her somewhere as we speak."

  I clucked my tongue, glancing towards the door as I made swift work of my toast and Saint continued typing. He didn't seem to mind me talking to him, but he was clearly in the middle of something and I was hungry to get more of a look at this crazy mansion anyway.

  "I might go find them," I announced as I got up, draining the last of my coffee.

  "Be sure to be mindful of your tongue if you run into an O'Brien," Saint said. "They really are a brutal bunch of thugs and you, my dear Nash, are easy to dispose of. Don't give them a reason to make you into a corpse."

  "Aww, I didn't know you cared so much, sweetheart," I teased as I pulled the door wide and just before I could close it again, his reply reached me.

  "Yes you did."

  I grinned before I could stop myself then headed off down the corridor, trying to remember which way we'd come to get here last night.

  I walked down long hallways and short ones, took stairs up and down and opened a few doors, finding things from a games room to a library, but I didn't come across another living soul.

  This house was so fucking big that I swear I'd gotten lost more times than I ever had while figuring out my way around Everlake Prep, and after a while the thrill of exploring it wore off, making me want to head back to our room.

  I turned around, intending to do just that - assuming I actually could find my way back to it when a muffled noise drew my attention to a room at the end of the hall. I strode towards it, thinking I heard the low rumble of Kyan's voice. I was so turned around in these grandly decorated hallways that when I pushed the door open and found myself in another bedroom I was actually surprised. I'd thought this part of the house was all entertaining rooms, but I was clearly wrong about that.

  Tatum gasped as I threw the door wide and for a moment anger and jealously pulsed through me as I took in the sight of her pinned beneath her tattooed husband on the bed, her hands bound at the base of her spine and her ass in the air. Kyan was standing directly behind her, fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her hard and fast. He didn't even seem to notice me as he reached out and caught Tatum by the throat, drawing her upright so that her back was pressed to his chest. But as he lifted his gaze from biting her earlobe to look me right in the eye and smirk, I knew he'd been well aware of my arrival.

  "Are you looking to join us, brother?" he asked, grinding his hips slowly while reaching down to caress Tatum's clit, making her moan as her hooded gaze fell on me.

  I frowned as he tightened his hand around her throat, the urge to drag him off of her consuming me for a moment before I stepped inside and knocked the door closed behind me. She'd made it more than clear that she enjoyed how rough Kyan was with her, but I couldn't deny that I was still struggling to fully understand why she'd allow him to half choke her like that.

  "Is he hurting you princess?" I asked, unable to help myself.

  Kyan chuckled as he relaxed his hold on her throat and she licked her swollen lips. "Only in the way I like," she panted.

  "Why don't you come and give it a try?" Kyan offered, jerking his hips back so that he pulled his dick out of her and Tatum gasped a frustrated sound as she was left wanting.

  "The idea of doing that to her doesn't really appeal to me," I said with a shrug, though her hands being bound at the base of her spine like that did thrust her tits out in the most delicious way. So maybe I wasn't totally against all of it.

  "You're so vanilla," Kyan joked and Tatum tried to bite him in a half-hearted attempt to tell him off.

  "I'm not," I disagreed. "I just struggle to understand what Tatum gets from being trussed up like that and used for your pleasure."

  "I don't just use her for my pleasure," Kyan scoffed. "When I fuck her, she comes a lot more times than I do."

  Tatum bit her lip, her eyes flaming with an idea as she looked at me. "Why don't you give it a try, Nash?" she asked.

  "You want me to try fucking you while you're tied up?" I asked and in all fairness my cock was rock hard and I was more than willing to step into Kyan's place. I just doubted I'd start choking her.

  "Or you could find out what being tied up is like?" she suggested, that hungry look in her eyes flaring with excitement at that idea.

  "Fuck yes," Kyan agreed enthusiastically. "Then I'll top you both."

  "The day I let you top me would be a cold day in hell," I pointed out with a scoff.

  "Fine," he conceded. "Strip down and let me tie you up then. Tatum can be the one topping you and I'll just enjoy the show."

  I wanted to protest that I had no desire to be tied up, but that vanilla comment was pissing me off and I had to admit that I preferred the idea of that to the idea of choking my girl while I fucked her. No matter how much she seemed to enjoy Kyan doing it.

  "Unless you're chicken shit?" he taunted.

  Tatum bit her lip, but I could see she wanted me to agree so I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside before crawling onto the bed in front of her and stealing a kiss.

  She moaned into my mouth as I palmed her breasts, tugging and caressing them so she was panting then moving my mouth down to take her nipple into it and sucking hard until she drew in a sharp breath.

  I grabbed hold of her ass and lifted her onto my lap as I lay back on the bed, groaning as she ground her wetness against my cock where it strained through my grey sweats.

  Kyan caught my wrist and tugged it off of her ass, tying it with a black rope and securing it to the bed frame. My heart rate picked up as he caught my other hand next and I didn't miss his amused smirk as he spr
ead that arm wide and tied it in place too.

  Tatum looked down at me hungrily as she continued to grind against me and I yanked on my wrists as I realised I couldn't do anything to get rid of my pants. And with Tatum's hands still bound behind her back, she couldn't either.

  "Untie her," I said, my cock aching as she kept up that torturous grinding.

  "Naw," Kyan replied with a chuckle. "I think you'll have to invite me to play after all if you want help getting those bad boys off.”

  I swore at him, yanking on the ropes as hard as I could and making the metal bed frame rattle, but they wouldn't fucking break. The bastard had tied me too well. And I’d fallen right into his damn trap.

  Tatum released a breathy laugh at my frustration, panting as she ground her clit down on me, getting herself off and making my dick throb. I was going to come in my pants if this went on much longer, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be deep inside my girl, making her scream as I pounded into her, not coming inside my fucking boxers.

  "You just have to say the word," Kyan purred, leaning in and blowing softly over Tatum's hard nipple, making her moan with the desire for him to close that distance. But I knew he wouldn't. Not unless I invited him. And it was clear how much she wanted him too.

  My eyes fell on the way her tits were bouncing and I groaned as I nodded my head, needing more than I was getting right now and giving in to fucking Kyan and his stupid game. I’d get him back for this at some point, but right now I was willing to concede defeat in the name of getting my dick inside my girl.

  With a filthy laugh, Kyan moved around behind Tatum and encouraged her to lift herself up so that she was kneeling over me, but not touching me anymore. He reached between her thighs and hooked his fingers around my waistband, grinning like an asshole before tugging my pants down and off of me.

  He tossed them aside, leaving me naked, but caught hold of Tatum's hair, stopping her from lowering onto me again as he kneeled over my legs behind her and dropped his free hand between her thighs.

  I let out a groan of frustration as I was forced to watch him toying with her, his fingers dipping inside her as he pressed his thumb down on her clit and yanked her hair back so that she exposed her throat for him to suck and mark.

  Precum was beading the tip of my cock as I was left to watch the show and Tatum was held hostage before me, fucking his hand and moaning so loudly that not being able to join in was akin to fucking torture.

  By the time she came for him, she was screaming and my cock was so hard that I was almost certain I was going to come just from watching the perfect performance she was putting on for me.

  Kyan didn't even give her time to recover as he pushed her down onto me, gripping the base of my cock in his tattooed hand and guiding it inside her with a sharp push.

  "Jesus," I cursed, but I couldn't exactly stay mad at him for overstepping, because he'd moved his hands to her ass and was rocking her on my cock in a way that made my balls ache as he controlled her movements.

  I growled her name as I drove my hips up and thrust into her, making her moan with every hard thrust while Kyan shifted a hand up to toy with her nipple.

  Tatum's blue eyes met mine as she rode me, her hands still tied behind her while mine remained attached to the bed, leaving nothing but that one, vital point of contact between us as she rode me harder and faster, chasing another orgasm like she was desperate for it.

  Kyan stopped rocking her hips, stepping back and watching us as he took a bottle of lube from the pocket of his sweatpants which were lying on the floor near mine.

  "Do you just keep lube in your granddad's house?" I grunted as he slicked some over the length of his solid cock and he smirked at me as he shook his head.

  "Didn't you take a peek into that black bag Saint's been clinging to since we left The Temple? The dirty fucker brought almost as many sex toys as rolls of cash."

  I forgot about asking him questions as Tatum leaned back and started moaning louder, my cock clearly finding that perfect spot deep inside her and I focused on driving it up and into it as hard and as fast as I could.

  “Fuck, Nash, don’t stop,” she commanded breathlessly and I did as I was told, fucking her hard and deep until her pussy clamped tight around me and she was screaming my name, making my balls tighten with the need for release.

  "Don't you fucking dare come, Nash," Kyan warned me as he moved back onto the bed and by some fucking miracle I managed not to, gritting my teeth and slowing my pace as Tatum slumped down on my chest.

  Her pussy kept pulsing around me as she let her weight fall limp on top of me and I pressed kisses to the side of her head until she lifted her mouth to meet mine.

  The bed shifted beneath us as Kyan moved up behind her, and I knew what he was planning even before I felt the cool drip of the lube against my inner thighs as he spread some over her ass.

  Tatum's teeth sank into my bottom lip as he pushed himself into her and I groaned as I felt him sliding in too, the thin wall of flesh dividing our cocks feeling like next to nothing as she grew impossibly tighter around me.

  Kyan slid in and out of her a few times slowly, making her gasp and moan until I began to move again too, finding my rhythm with him and groaning at the added friction of his cock within her body at the same time as mine.

  As we began to move faster, Kyan wrapped a hand around Tatum's throat and drew her upright, squeezing just a little as she moaned even louder.

  I didn't want to like it, but as I watched the pleasure dancing in her eyes as he held her entirely at his mercy, I couldn't help but agree that she was clearly getting off on it. I could feel it in the shivers of her flesh and the way her body convulsed around mine.

  "Okay," I muttered. "I get it now."

  "Do you think he does, baby?" Kyan breathed in Tatum's ear, using his grip on her throat to angle her head towards me as he continued to fuck her ass in time with me driving into her tight pussy.

  Tatum just moaned in reply, too lost to the feeling of the two of us possessing her to give a coherent answer, but as Kyan looked down at me over her shoulder, I could tell he wasn't done pushing me.

  He reared over Tatum, making her lean over me more as he reached out with his free hand and lightly placed it around my throat. I stilled for a beat, frowning as I realised what he wanted to do, and I was about to refuse until my gaze flicked back to meet Tatum's.

  I could see the excitement there, even if I knew she wouldn't say it. This was my choice, but she wanted me to feel the rush she got from this too.

  "Fine," I grunted, my cock thick and desperate for release inside her and my mind clouded by my hunger for her. "Do it."

  Kyan grinned broadly as he instantly complied, his fingers flexing around my throat as he squeezed just tight enough to restrict my breath, though not enough to cut it off entirely. My instinct was to fight him off, but as I tried to yank on my arms, the ropes just pulled tight and I groaned in frustration, giving in instead and upping my pace once more.

  Tatum cried out as I thrust up into her harder and Kyan met my pace, his grip flexing on both of our throats as he drove into her with a growl of desire and the restriction to my oxygen began to make me feel lightheaded.

  A part of me ached to be fighting him off while a small piece of me relished the opportunity to relinquish this control to him. I didn’t know why, but it felt freeing, like the shackles of all the bad things that usually weighed me down were stripped away and I was able to let go of more than just my control of my body, but it was liberating my emotions too. And as I looked into Tatum’s blue eyes as she gave in to that same freedom, it felt like we were freefalling over a cliff together, all of us diving into some unknown depths of our bonds and coming together in the purest way I’d ever experienced.

  The feelings in my flesh zeroed in to those few most important points of contact and I thrust up harder, deeper, Kyan's cock meeting mine in pace and depth until Tatum was screaming. Her pussy tightened and gripped my cock so firmly that befo
re I knew it, I was coming so hard that I almost blacked out.

  I cursed and panted as Kyan released his hold on me, slamming his cock into her a few more times before he came too with a deep groan of release.

  Both of them fell forward on top of me, their combined weight crushing me down into the bed in the most deliciously satisfying way.

  We stayed like that for several achingly long minutes before Kyan rolled off, untying Tatum's hands so that she could drop down into the space between us on the bed.

  "I love you," she said breathlessly, her words so clearly for both of us that I couldn't help but smile.

  "I love you too," I said in return and the funny thing was that I included Kyan in that statement. Not in the exact same way, but I did love him. He was my family now. Just like the other two. And there was a time when I hadn't ever thought I'd have a family again so that meant a whole damn lot to me.

  He chuckled as he untied me and the three of us just stayed there on the bed, our hands caressing our girl and him gloating over topping me while I gave absolutely no shits about it. Because anything that made my girl come like that was more than worth it for me and I wouldn’t try to deny that I'd more than enjoyed it myself too.

  I couldn't say it was exactly going to become a regular thing, but with this unusual relationship the five of us had going, I was pretty sure that being open minded about everything in the bedroom was the way forward. And I was here for that. For this. For her. Hell, I was here for us. And I wasn't going to apologise or make excuses for it, because for the first time in a long damn time, I was happy. So I had zero intentions of sabotaging that.

  W e got an invite which was slipped under the door of our room in a fancy little envelope, telling us to join Liam for dinner. It was a totally weird thing for a Grandpa to do, but Liam wasn’t exactly the cuddly kind. He was the kind who gave people sleepless nights and made them jump at their own shadow. Kyan said the dinner was non-negotiable and that Liam would expect us to dress up, so we were soon heading downstairs in some fine clothes. The suits were Kyan’s but a dress had been brought to the room for me by a maid.