“See, I’ve decided you have on way too many clothes and I’ve come to steal them from you.” Cyn waved her gun, indicating they should do as instructed. “Go on. Start stripping.”
Brody burst out laughing. The gun couldn’t be loaded since they had the ammo locked up in the safe. Did she really think they were going to strip in the middle of their office? Come to think of it, having office sex had always been a fantasy of his. He should probably at least consider it.
“And what will you do if we don’t undress?” Brody asked, humor lacing his voice.
When Brody saw her pull back on the slide and release it home, the smile faded from his lips. There was no way she had access to their ammo. Shooting a sideways glance toward Cooper, he waited for Cooper to give some sort of sign that he agreed with him on that. After all, Cooper had been the last one in the safe. He had locked it behind him, right?
“Cyn, you do know how dangerous it is to play with guns, right? I mean, we’re talking life or death here. A little bit of fun is one thing, but…”
“Cooper, Brody doesn’t seem to believe me when I say I want the two of you to undress. Do I need to do something to make him realize I’m serious? Does this thing have a safety on it?” Cyn asked, waving the gun in the air while she looked it over. Brody held his breath. “If I pull the trigger, will it shoot?”
“What the hell kind of question is that?” Brody yelled, not believing for a second she didn’t know how to handle a weapon. And she was certainly old enough to know that one didn’t play around with guns. “Put the gun down, Cyn. Trust me, you don’t need a gun to get us out of our pants.”
Cyn pouted, her red lower lip poking out. Cooper started laughing and Brody shot him an evil stare. His brother had the oddest sense of humor, and now certainly wasn’t the time to egg her on.
“Brody, just do as she says,” Cooper said as he started to unbutton his black dress shirt.
Was he fucking nuts? If Cooper or Cyn thought he could get a hard-on with a gun pointed toward his chest, they both needed to be committed to an insane asylum. Cooper let his shirt drop to the floor and then reached for the button on his jeans.
“Hmm, do I need to set my watch, Brody? You sure are taking your time.”
“Fuck,” Brody spit out, reaching behind him and pulling his long-sleeved white T-shirt over his head. “This is not funny anymore, Cyn.”
“I wasn’t looking to make you laugh, Brody.”
She stood in the doorway, her boots shoulder width apart, as they finished undressing. Cooper was still chuckling during this time and pulled his chair around to the front of the desk as she had requested. Brody took his time, trying to think of a way to disarm her without the gun firing. Although, he was pretty sure it wasn’t loaded. She would never take the chance that one of them could be seriously hurt. Right?
Once she had both of them where she wanted them, which was sitting naked in their office chairs with their hands behind them, she told them to close their eyes. “Really? You want us to close our eyes while you have a gun pointed at us?”
“Don’t you trust me, Brody?” Cyn asked, fake innocence swimming in her brown eyes. The little devilish gleam that shone through had him gritting his teeth.
“Cooper, tell me that gun isn’t loaded.”
Cooper laughed. “No can do, bro. I’d do as she says.”
“Ah, Cooper, I always knew you had the brains of the family,” Cyn said, smiling. “Close your eyes—both of you.”
Brody did as she asked, even though he thought this game had gone on far enough. It wouldn’t take long to disarm her, but the thought of that gun firing by accident was the only thing keeping him from doing it. If it was loaded, he would never take the chance with her life. He felt something cold on his wrists and before he could move, she had clicked the handcuffs in place. Son of a bitch, he’d never even heard her heels on the floor to indicate that she was behind him. He must be getting rusty, because not a year ago, he would have been able to hear the enemy coming from a mile away.
“Seriously? Handcuffs?”
“Well, see, I have this fantasy of having my way with you,” Cyn said, stepping in front of him. He had opened his eyes the minute the cuffs had been placed on his wrists. She had done the same to Cooper, who was still sitting there smiling like some schoolboy about to get his first blow job. Hell, maybe that was what she had planned. To his amazement, he felt his cock twitch. “I want to take my time savoring the flavor of my men, while they can’t rush me.”
An image of her on her knees, slowly giving them head and not letting them come flashed through his brain. Okay, so maybe he didn’t have to worry about getting a hard-on in this type of situation. But did she have to brandish that gun around as if it were a sparkler on the Fourth of July? As if hearing his question, she walked behind them and he heard her place it on the desk. Walking back in front of them, Cyn grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head. The action caused her hairpin to come loose, letting her hair escape its prison and drape around her shoulders, landing at her waist.
“She’s going to kill us, isn’t she?” Brody asked, not meaning that question in any literal sense. But within seconds, he felt his dick become so hard, he thought he might just die of anticipation.
“Yep, but what a way to go,” Cooper said in a strangled voice.
Cyn now stood before them, wearing only her brown stiletto boots, fishnet stockings, and a cream-colored garter belt, along with a matching lace bra. Her black hair looked like silk as it fell to the middle of her back, with a few strands gracing the front of her.
“Who’d like to be first?”
“Me,” Brody and Cooper got out at the same time, causing Cyn to laugh.
She knelt to her knees in between their chairs, taking both of them in her fists. Her hand felt like a warm blanket with an electric spark shooting out from her fingers. Brody closed his eyes, savoring the heat of her palm. He couldn’t believe that the two of them sat naked in their office chairs at the mercy of their woman, who had had the audacity to pull a gun on them. He thanked the Lord above for their lucky stars.
“I think I’ll start with Cooper, since he has shown such eagerness to cooperate,” Cyn said, releasing Brody’s cock. Brody had to bite his tongue, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing that this was pure torture. “You can watch.”
“Fuck.”
It was the only word that came to mind. Brody watched as she lowered her head. Her hair slid to the side, blocking his view of her sucking his brother into her mouth. It must have felt damn good, as Cooper had thrown his head back and closed his eyes. Watching as he breathed through his nose, Brody could tell his brother was suffering in a good way.
Her head came back up and then back down. Brody swore he felt the motion as if she were doing it to him. His hands jerked up, as he wanted to be able to reach for her, but the clinking metal reminded him that he couldn’t. He had never been this helpless in his life and he found he didn’t like it—at all. Various forms of retaliation sprang to mind, making this torment a little easier to tolerate.
Cyn moved her hair out of the way, her warm brown eyes peeking at him through her lashes. She had come back up Cooper’s shaft and was now using her pink tongue to lick the tip of his cock. She had placed her other hand around the middle of his dick, squeezing hard if the white of her knuckles was any indication. Cooper must have loved the feel of it though, because his moans started to echo around the room. Brody had to close his eyes when she snuck her tongue into Cooper’s slit. Damn, that was an erotic sight!
Cyn must have decided that he had suffered enough, for she released her hair, letting it cover her face again. She placed both hands on either of Cooper’s legs and started to work him like she was starved. How had they lucked out and got a woman who was as sensual as Cyn? Whatever the reason, he certainly wasn’t going to take it for granted. Within seconds of her vigorous administrations, Cooper yelled his release. Cyn swallowed down every last drop,
only stopping when Cooper begged her to stop. He knew from previous experience that she had milked every drop until the sensitivity in his cock was too much to take.
Cyn finally lifted her head, her tongue gliding over her lips like she’d just come out of a candy factory. She rose gracefully to her feet, the brown boots making soft clicking noises as she wandered over to him. Sitting naked and bound to a chair with his cock straining for her touch, he could only watch her as she came to stand in front of him. Knowing that if he said the wrong words she might leave him wanting, Brody remained silent.
“What do you think, Cooper? Should I take pity on him even though he was a bad boy?”
Brody smiled, hoping it didn’t come across as too devilish. She was so going to regret those words. Images of her over his knee floated through his mind, along with her tied to the bed with them teasing her and not allowing her release. If she thought she was going to get away with pulling a gun on them, making them strip, and binding them to their office chairs, she had another thing coming. To keep himself from saying anything, Brody tightened his hands into fists, holding on to his resolve.
“Until you let me go, I’m not going to say a word, Silk,” Cooper said, his eyes finally opening as he brought his head back up.
“Smart man,” Cyn said, giving him a wink. Turning back to Brody, she looked him up and down as if trying to figure out what her next step should be. “Did you like seeing me give Cooper a blow job?”
“Cyn, you could be knitting and I’d think that was sexy,” Brody confessed. “But if you’d like to try it on me, I’m certainly not going to stop you, am I?”
Cyn laughed, her pretty brown eyes sparkling in a way that he had never seen. She liked to play the bad girl. He wondered if she’d also like to play a submissive. From the way her body came from their commands, he would have to say yes. But would she like to be tied down and at their mercy? Just the thought of her strapped to a bed, spread eagle with her bare pussy spread wide open, had him gritting his teeth to keep from begging her to touch him.
“I have a better idea,” Cyn said, stepping around his chair and picking up his pants. She delved into his front pockets, finally finding what she wanted. Since they’d been together constantly for the past few weeks, Brody and Cooper had taken up carrying condoms with them wherever they went. It had certainly come in handy quite a few times when the impromptu urge to have sex had sprung up. “I think I want you in my pussy.”
“Then by all means.” Brody wasn’t sure if he was pulling off the nonchalant attitude that he wanted, but he was starting not to care. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
“Let’s see how ready you are though,” Cyn said, coming back around the front of him. Instead of sliding to her knees, Cyn spread her boots and leaned down at the waist to put on a show for Cooper, who had already started to get another hard-on.
Taking his cock into her hand, Cyn bent her head and blew on his tip. Gritting his teeth to keep from begging her to take him in her mouth wasn’t working anymore, so he bit his lip. Maybe a little bit of pain would stop him from giving her what she wanted. Her moist, hot tongue glided up and down his shaft. He couldn’t help that his hips twitched and then thrust upward. He heard her chuckle. Damn.
“I’d say you are pretty ready,” Cyn replied.
She stood back up and went to work tearing open the condom package. She threw the paper on the floor, keeping the brown disc between her fingers. Cyn bent forward until their mouths were an inch apart, letting him stare into her eyes. She maintained eye contact as he felt her place the condom on the tip of his cock and slowly roll it down over his shaft. She let her fingers massage his dick as the latex unfolded, practically bringing him off.
“In fact, I’d have to say that you feel about ready to explode,” Cyn whispered, her breath caressing his lips. Her hand released his cock and came up to his chest. He couldn’t help but moan as she started to make light circles around his right chest muscle, the way she used to do when they were teenagers. Round and round she went, getting closer to his nipple. When she finally reached her target, she gently pinched the sensitive tissue. “You are definitely ready.”
Standing up, Cyn took a couple steps back. She slid her hands up her abdomen until they reached her bra. Taking the material, she pulled it down until her breasts were sitting on top, giving them a view of her rosy nipples. They were hard and round, making Brody want to take them in his mouth. Would she let him if he asked? Brody gave himself a mental kick. He wasn’t going to ask for anything, damn it!
“Hmmm,” Cyn moaned, as she pushed her breasts together. She placed each nipple in between her fingers and rolled them. “That feels so good.”
“I can make them feel better,” Brody said, hoping his comment didn’t come across as begging.
“I bet you can,” Cyn replied, now having started to tug on her nipples. “I bet you can fill my pussy, too.”
Brody loved when she talked dirty. He glanced over at Cooper, noticing that he now had another raging hard-on. Ha! That was what he got for going along with this shit to begin with. They could have disarmed her. They should have disarmed her. Now they were bound until she decided to release them. He hoped like hell it was soon, because all he wanted to do was throw her across his desk and pound his cock into her until morning. Brody knew that wasn’t likely to happen, as Cyn wanted to draw this out, but it was a hell of a thought.
“It’s a good thing my panties are crotchless, isn’t it?” Cyn said, turning around and giving him her back.
She wouldn’t be that mean, would she? Brody watched as Cyn backed up to him and reached underneath to grab his cock. Damn, she was going to be that cruel. Instead of facing Brody while she had her way with him, she chose to face forward, giving Cooper a show. Ever so slowly, Cyn lowered herself onto him inch by inch. It was pure torture. Her heat surrounded him, making him think of nothing but pounding into her until she screamed, but the way she was sitting on him had given her all the control.
“Cooper, tell Brody what you see.”
“Fuck,” Cooper whispered. Brody looked sideways to see his brother using his feet to scoot his chair enough so that he was facing them. “She has one of her nipples in between her fingers and is pulling on it.”
“And my other hand?”
“Her other—” Cooper lost his voice for a second, sounding as if he were being strangled. “Her other hand is playing with her clit. She’s using her fingers to rub tiny little circles over it.”
“And it feels so good,” Cyn murmured. “How about you, Brody? Does my pussy feel good?”
“Yesss,” Brody hissed, knowing he was giving her satisfaction, but unable to help himself. “Cyn, if you don’t start moving fast, I swear I will break this chair apart.”
Cyn laughed. “There’s my Brody.”
He didn’t know what to make of that, but decided he didn’t care, because she started to use her legs to move herself up and down. Once she started, she didn’t stop. Over and over she slammed down on his cock. He’d never felt anything so damn good in his life, not that he’d ever admit to her that the anticipation had contributed to that.
He felt her start to come right before she screamed. Her pussy clamped down on him so tight, it was a wonder he didn’t lose feeling in his dick. Obviously, it had the opposite effect on him, as it sucked his cum right out of him. Brody’s hips jerked, making her lose her rhythm, but he was beyond caring. She took him to that place that only she could take him, making him lose himself completely.
“Brody.”
Cooper’s voice brought him back to reality with a crash. His tone indicated that something was wrong and he instantly went on alert. That was when Brody heard it. Somebody had entered the front of their shop. Cyn must have left the door unlocked when she came through to the store. Damn, but he was going to break her of that habit.
“Cyn, we need you to let us go now,” Brody said. He knew his voice became like steel, but with what they had going on behind the sc
enes, he wasn’t sure if it was a friend or enemy that was about to enter their domain.
“Okay,” Cyn whispered.
She must have realized how serious he was, as she immediately stood up. Reaching down, she slid her hand inside her right boot and pulled out the key. Going behind them as fast as she could, she unlocked Brody’s handcuffs first and then Cooper’s. As they rushed to get their clothes on, he saw Cyn pull her sweater dress over her head. Having no other choice, Brody reached for a napkin that was sitting atop his desk from their earlier dinner and cleaned himself up, throwing his used condom in the trash can. He made a mental note to make sure he took the trash out back later. Brody had just finished buttoning his jeans when a shadow appeared in the doorway.
Chapter Nine
“I hope I’m not interrupting.”
Fuck. Sonny Jones walked inside, looking anything but apologetic. His greasy hair was combed back, while his beady little eyes raked over Cyn’s body. Closing his fingers into fists, Brody prevented himself from going over to her. If Sonny thought she was important to them, she could be used as leverage. One of Sonny’s men hung outside the door while he made his way inside the office.
“Cyn, thanks for stopping by,” Brody said, wheeling his chair around his desk. Sitting down, he leaned back, hoping to give off an unconcerned attitude. He and Cooper would have to make things right with Cyn later. “Cooper, can you see her out, please?”
“Sure,” Cooper replied. Brody was thankful that his brother had taken the hint and that he was doing what he could to get Cyn out of harm’s way.
Why the hell had Jones decided to show up in Triple? They’d had an agreement that he was to stay far away from the town, so that no one would know of their connection. Did he suspect that they were working undercover for the ATF?
“Wait a second,” Cyn said, smoothing out her dress. Her hair was still down, looking beautiful as it flowed around her shoulders. Jones was sure to take notice. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
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