Bound to Them

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  An immediate surge of pleasure swamped her with his words.

  Nash chuckled. The skin around his eyes crinkled. “I think she liked the idea of that.”

  Quinn grunted, returning his tongue to her pussy, licking, nibbling, driving deep. She’d never experienced anything like this. Quinn brought his fingers into play, plunging them through her wet passage as his tongue played with her clit. She tilted her hips, driving her feet into the mattress as she clasped Nash’s shoulders.

  Both men immediately drew back.

  “No, no,” she yelled at them. “I was so close!” It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t at her own hands, and they’d just stolen it from her grasp.

  “Who gives the orders around here?” Nash asked, his gaze cool.

  “You two do, Sir,” she said. “But I was so close,” she wailed.

  Quinn sighed, pretending disappointment, but she spotted a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. “What did I tell you about moving, Crista?”

  She swallowed. “You don’t understand.” Staying still had been impossible in the face of all that pleasure.

  Nash shook his head. “Disobedient and she’s forgotten how to address us.” He grabbed her hands, raising them above her head. He easily held them in one hand. “Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Yes, but—”

  She cut off her protest as Quinn pushed her legs together and, grabbing her ankles with one hand, raised her legs, exposing her bottom and pussy.

  “What are you doing?” she squealed. “Wait!”

  Both men immediately stilled. Quinn lowered her legs so he could look into her face.

  “What is it, Crista?” Quinn queried, his face patient.

  “Umm, what are you doing?”

  “Spanking you.”

  “Like this?” she squeaked, embarrassed by the intimate way he held her—she felt too exposed, vulnerable.

  “Poor Crista. You feel so out of control right now, don’t you? You have no say over your punishment,” Nash explained, twisting her nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath as her clit throbbed in reaction. “If this is how we wish to spank you then you accept that, or if it’s too much for you then say your safe word.”

  “Couldn’t you turn me over?” Lord, was she really trying to negotiate how they punished her?

  “No. We have our reasons for spanking you this way.”

  She licked her lips. “And they are?”

  They were silent for a long moment and she thought they weren’t going to answer.

  “We want to watch your face this time, to judge your reaction and make sure you’re okay,” Nash said quietly.

  “Oh.” A surge of pleasure raced through her. They were looking out for her. When was the last time someone had put her first?

  She honestly couldn’t remember.

  “I just feel so exposed doing it this way.”

  Quinn grinned, his smile lighting his normally serious face. He looked so happy that she almost smiled back.

  “That’s definitely an added bonus,” he replied before raising her legs again. Nash pushed her legs against her chest once more. He gazed down at her, winking. Crista relaxed. Then the first smack landed.

  “Ow.” The spank didn’t really hurt, not much. But she felt obliged to protest. Maybe they’d end her punishment quicker.

  Smack!

  Quinn meant business. He spanked her butt, the tops of her thighs, even her sensitive pussy, which throbbed excitedly with each slap.

  Traitor.

  The pain seemed too much, too intense, but then her body started to absorb the ache, heating her blood, making her crave more of the dark pleasure. She floated, swimming through the pain.

  Warm hands ran over her body, bringing her slowly back into full reality. Crista blinked, shaking her head as she realized Quinn had stopped and was now holding her.

  “Wow.” She blinked, staring up at them. Both men held her close, warming her as they petted her gently.

  “Looked like you were starting to go into subspace,” Nash said soothingly, placing tender kisses on her face.

  “Subspace?” she asked. She’d heard of subspace, but she didn’t really understand it. “Wouldn’t I need to be in a lot of pain to achieve that?”

  “Not necessarily,” Quinn replied. “Everyone is different. Although you did start to slip into subspace quickly, we’ll need to watch that.” He directed this at Nash.

  “Whatever you call it, it was wonderful. I feel all relaxed and dreamy.”

  Quinn rolled her over and rubbed something cool onto her blazing bottom. She sighed at the tender gesture.

  “Feel better, sweetheart?” He tugged her back over.

  “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

  Quinn’s eyes warmed as he stood and moved around to the bottom of the bed.

  “Good. Now spread your legs.”

  Crista obeyed.

  “Nash, hold her arms down.”

  Her arms were raised and pushed firmly against the mattress. Immediately her arousal rocketed higher.

  Quinn lowered himself onto his stomach, his arms over her thighs, firmly pushing them into the mattress. She tugged experimentally, pulling at her arms, attempting to move her legs. She was held immobile, as effectively pinned as though there were ropes attached to her ankles and wrists.

  Before panic could grow, Quinn attacked her pussy. There was no other word for the way he nibbled, ate and licked at her. An erotic assault—torturing her senses.

  Nash kissed her neck, then bit down sharply. A tiny bite of pain. Pleasure surged.

  Maybe pain did turn her on. Just a little bit.

  “Don’t come until I tell you, Crista,” Quinn growled as though he sensed how close she was.

  Crista shook her head. How the hell was she meant to manage that? How could she possibly hold her release back? A tremor raced through her, her pussy clenching.

  “Please, please,” she begged, beyond any real coherent thought. She could only concentrate on one thing.

  Moist warmth surrounded her nipple, making it spring to attention.

  “Please what, Crista?” Nash asked, his voice so low she could scarcely hear him through the pounding in her ears. Her pulse raced. Sweat coated her skin.

  “Please let me come, Sir,” she gasped.

  “Very nice,” Nash approved, sending more surges of pleasure through her. “You may come.”

  Well, great, just because he’s given me permission, he expects me to somehow— Oh dear Lord, she interrupted her own thought as orgasm surged through her veins. Her pussy clenched against Quinn’s fingers as he plunged them inside her. Shocks of release trembled through her.

  “Please,” she protested, her initial need sated, yet hungry for more. “Please, I need someone inside me.”

  The mattress shifted beneath her and she opened her eyes to find Nash leaning over her. Glancing to her left, she saw Quinn standing, sheathing that magnificent cock in latex. He threw a condom at Nash, who caught it easily.

  Nash held the small packet out to Crista. “Cover me, baby.”

  Crista licked her lip and took hold of the condom. She ripped open the foil packet and drew out the latex. Sitting, she grasped Nash’s shaft and placed the condom over the head of his cock, frowning when it wouldn’t roll down.

  “Wrong way, darlin’,” he said, his voice strained, but he smiled at her as she blushed in embarrassment.

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  He handed her a new condom which she slid over him, smoothing it down.

  “You won’t need any of this,” Quinn commented as he bathed his covered cock in lube. “She’s soaked down there.”

  Crista’s cheeks blazed even hotter. “Sorry.”

  Quinn raised her chin. Damn, she was getting sick of this thing they had about her meeting their gaze when she was embarrassed.

  “Don’t ever say sorry for that. For being wet for us. Understand me?” Quinn pushed her back. Nash moved over her, holding his weight wi
th his arms. Kissing her, he nudged his shaft against her entrance and then plunged deep with one full thrust.

  Both of them groaned.

  “Shit, that is heaven,” Nash moaned. “Hurry up, damn you.”

  For a moment she thought he was speaking to her. Then, as Quinn moved behind him, she understood.

  “You ever had your ass taken, Crista?” Quinn asked as he positioned himself on his knees behind Nash.

  “N-no Sir,” she replied as Nash grunted, dropping his head forward, breathing deep. Crista drew her arms around him, sweeping her hands down his back to soothe him.

  “Good,” Quinn said, his voice slightly strained. “Damn, Nash, you feel so tight around my dick.”

  “Get ready, baby.” Nash winked as he pushed back then slowly entered her. Inch by blissful inch. Crista whimpered, holding on to Nash tightly. She clenched down on him, delighting in his heartfelt groan.

  “Jesus.” His jaw was clenched, a look of strain on his face. “Christ, being between the two of you is like heaven, and damned if it ain’t gonna kill me.”

  Quinn chuckled as Nash drew back against him. Nash’s skin grew slick with sweat as Quinn upped his pace. She watched his face, the way the pleasure made him appear younger, more vulnerable.

  “It’s too much. I’m going to come,” Nash groaned. “Shit, that feels good. So damn good.”

  Quinn reached around, pressing his hand between her and Nash, touching her clit with his finger. She hadn’t thought it possible but another orgasm rose. She thrashed her head back and forth.

  “You’re coming when we do, Crista,” Quinn ordered. “Get ready.”

  “No, I can’t. Please, it’s too much,” she cried.

  “Don’t tell me what you can or can’t do. Just do as I tell you. Come now.”

  Nash bit his lip then let out a roar as he came. As if his release triggered her own, the walls of her sheath undulated around the thick cock invading her.

  “Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” Quinn said with satisfaction. He moved faster, harder, pounding into Nash’s ass. Crista drifted down from her high, staring up at them both in wonder as Quinn suddenly stilled, groaning as he came.

  “That was amazing.” She couldn’t stop smiling.

  “That it was, darlin’,” Nash agreed as Quinn drew slowly back. He walked off into the bathroom. Nash gave her a soft kiss as he left her. Quinn returned, carrying a cloth as Nash entered the bathroom.

  “Open up,” Quinn ordered, standing over her.

  Confused, Crista opened her mouth. Quinn’s eyes twinkled with humor. “I seriously doubt you want a mouthful of washcloth, sweetheart. Part your legs.”

  “Oh.” Sitting, she reached for the cloth. “I can do that.”

  “Lie back and part your legs. Unless you’re hankering for another punishment.”

  “Too tired for that,” Nash groaned as he walked back into the room and lay down on the bed. “Do as he said, darlin’. He won’t give in until you do.”

  Closing her eyes, Crista parted her legs, letting Quinn wash her thoroughly between her legs.

  “If you’d let me do this immediately, the cloth would have been warm instead of cold,” he scolded as she shivered.

  Nash grunted. “I don’t think she feels cold,” he said in amusement.

  “Ahh,” Quinn replied, deliberately swirling the cloth around her clit with a grin. Crista bit back a groan. He chucked the cloth at the bathroom door then lay down on the other side of her, pulling the blankets up with him. “Save that thought, sweetheart. Now sleep, I need my beauty rest.”

  “You certainly do,” replied Nash.

  Crista fell asleep with a smile on her face.

  Chapter Eight

  Crista yawned as she exited the bathroom. She’d only had a few hours sleep, but they were the best hours she’d had in weeks. Both men glanced up as she entered the small kitchen area.

  She blushed beneath their scrutiny. The only person who’d ever paid her such close attention was Andrew.

  And that was attention she could do without.

  As she passed Nash, he swung out an arm and pulled her onto his lap. His arms surrounded her, drawing her against his hard chest. He nuzzled her neck, sending heat straight to her clit. How was it possible to still want them both so much?

  What would she do when all this ended and they left her?

  She’d have to invest in some serious vibrators to make up for their loss. They’d certainly put her small vibrator to shame.

  Nash tugged at her head and before she could protest, he’d released her bun, fingering her tresses so her long hair lay loosely down her back. Drat, she figured they’d have forgotten about their request. Request, my ass. She’d heard the order in their words.

  “What did we agree about your hair, darlin’?” Nash drawled, his thick-as-molasses voice bathing her skin with heat.

  “We didn’t agree anything. I have to wear my hair up, it gets in my way.” Although she couldn’t deny how feminine she felt with her hair down.

  “Beautiful,” Nash breathed, running a hand through the thick strands. “Got a hair brush?”

  Crista nodded.

  “Good, go get it.” He helped her stand, moving her forward with a sharp tap on her butt. Crista aimed a glare over her shoulder at him but he merely grinned and winked.

  Incorrigible.

  When she returned, Nash stood and gestured for her to sit. With a suspicious look, she gave in. Nash pulled her hair back, brushing the long strands gently. Soon Crista closed her eyes, giving in to the delicious feeling.

  “You like that,” Quinn stated.

  Crista opened her eyes. “Ah-huh,” she replied sleepily. “It feels so lovely.”

  Her eyelids closed until Nash stopped. When she opened her eyes she found Quinn staring directly at her.

  “Come here, Crista,” he ordered in a deep voice.

  Rising, she moved toward him without thinking, just knowing she had to obey that compelling voice. “Strip.”

  She blushed.

  Quinn chuckled. “What a shy little thing you are. Remember what I told you last night. This weekend, when we’re alone, we’ll expect you to be naked unless we say otherwise.”

  She gaped at him in shock.

  Quinn’s eyebrow rose. “Say ‘yes Sir’ and strip.”

  “I can’t… Y-you can’t…” she stuttered, speechless. Walk around naked? Where they could see every imperfection in the light of day?

  Uh-uh, no way.

  “Crista,” Quinn said in a low voice. “Strip. Now.”

  “What if someone sees me?” Somehow being naked around them was different this morning.

  “There’s no one here but us,” Nash said reasonably. “What’s really going on, Crista?”

  Oh no, no way would she point out all her faults to them.

  “Crista, look at me,” Nash said.

  She raised her gaze.

  “We like you just the way you are, understand? You’re beautiful, hot and lush. I want to see that gorgeous body. I want to touch you without having anything hindering me. We won’t let anyone else see you. Although I’m sure everyone at Sinfully Yours would be jealous as hell if we brought you there.”

  “Amen to that,” Quinn agreed, his gaze hungry.

  “Sinfully Yours?” she asked.

  “Crista. Stop. Strip.” Quinn folded his arms over his chest.

  Be brave. Be strong. With shaking hands, she stripped off her t-shirt. Both men’s gazes were riveted. Holding the attention of two gorgeous, hot men was a heady feeling and gave her the courage she needed to continue. Folding up the t-shirt, she placed it on the chair, then unbuttoned her jeans.

  Tugging them down her legs, she avoided Nash and Quinn’s gazes and sucked in her stomach. Not that her efforts helped much.

  Standing straight, she risked a glance. Both men were staring at her hungrily, their gazes filled with admiration. Need. Sex.

  “And the rest,” Nash prodded, his voice husk
y.

  “Look,” she said reasonably. “I am not walking around without a bra. My breasts are saggy enough as it is.”

  “That’s another ten,” Quinn said.

  She frowned. “Ten what?”

  “Ten swats,” he explained. “You’ve already racked up ten for procrastinating, now you just earned ten more for putting yourself down.”

  “Grr, you are the most exasperating man,” she told him. “I’m just telling the truth.”

  “Your breasts are anything but saggy,” Quinn said. “They’re lush, full and I could spend hours sucking on them.”

  Heat fired through her.

  “We’ve given you a direct order, Crista love,” Nash told her as he sat back, arms crossed over his chest. He watched her from sizzling eyes.

  And they expected obedience. As though she were a trained pet. She glared at them both. Nash simply chuckled while Quinn gave her a dark look filled with the promise of retribution. She swallowed. Oh hell, what was she doing? She’d agreed to a weekend, agreed to give this a go and now she was baiting them.

  Really, really not a good idea.

  She took off her bra.

  “Panties off,” Quinn said.

  Crista pulled her panties down, leaving her naked. Vulnerable. She inched her arm up, wanting to cover herself.

  “No hiding yourself, darlin’. We want to see all of you.”

  Quinn leaned back in his chair. “Right now I want to see your ass over my lap for your spanking.”

  Crista gasped, feigning outrage. But her folds were slick with moisture, her clit aching to be touched as arousal coursed through her.

  “Come here, Crista.” Quinn held out his hand. Crista released a deep breath and clasped his hand. She’d agreed to this. This is what she’d wanted. She was not going to let Andrew ruin that for her.

  Even if she could hear his voice in her head. Frigid, fat bitch.

  She’d already proved him wrong. She wasn’t frigid.

  And she wasn’t afraid.

  Well, maybe just a little.

  Quinn pulled her over his lap, positioning her so her ass jutted into the air. Crista rested her palms on the floor, steadying herself.