Bound to Them

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  “Legs apart, darlin’. Let me see.”

  Her blush grew hotter as she split her thighs, knowing they could see everything.

  Quinn ran a finger through her folds. “Look how wet she is.” She heard a sucking noise. “She tastes incredible.”

  “Let me,” Nash insisted.

  Another finger ran through her folds. More sucking noises. Good God, they were killing her. She squirmed, needing more, desperate for them to touch her clit.

  Quinn smacked her butt. Hard. “Stay still,” he ordered.

  She instantly froze. The heat from that one smack raced through her body, making her skin tingle.

  “Yum,” Nash commented. “My new favorite treat.”

  “No way are you covering this pussy this weekend,” Quinn told her. “I don’t want it covered again. No panties for you anymore, sweetheart.” Then, before she could protest, his hand smacked down on her butt. Hard. Heat. Stinging pain. A flush of pleasure.

  His hand rained down. Smack after smack. When he stopped, she lay panting over his knee, wanting him.

  Now.

  Quinn rubbed his hand over her bottom, spreading the heat.

  “That’s incredibly hot,” Nash groaned.

  “You have a beautiful bottom, Crista,” Quinn told her. “I could get addicted to having you over my knee. I may turn into a strict disciplinarian if you’re not careful, just to have the pleasure of spanking this ass.”

  “Don’t believe him, darlin’, he’s already a strict disciplinarian. You should have seen all the subs he’s flogged.”

  Crista instantly tensed. Fear radiated up her spine, cooling her arousal.

  “Shit,” Nash cursed as Quinn stilled. Then Quinn moved his hand down to her pussy, running a finger up and down her folds.

  “And I thought you were meant to be the smooth one,” he scolded Nash. “I may have flogged some subs in my time, Crista, but I find with you the personal touch is so much more enjoyable.”

  Quinn flicked her clit and she arched, fear retreating as pleasure arose. Then he thrust a finger deep inside her and Crista bit her lip to hold back her cry.

  “Uh-uh.” He smacked her with his free hand. “No holding back anything. We want to hear every delicious sound you make.”

  “Unless your mouth is busy, of course,” Nash said.

  Someone drew her butt cheeks apart. She tensed as Quinn withdrew his finger from her pussy and pressed the digit against her bottom hole.

  “Quinn,” she squealed.

  “Hush,” he ordered as he pressed just the tip of his finger inside her. “We need to start preparing this bottom to take us both.”

  “We’ll go shopping,” Nash said.

  “Oh yes, I can’t wait to plug this delightful asshole.”

  “Oh God,” she cried, unable to deny how hot their words made her. She shouldn’t be. She should be shocked, outraged.

  Instead all she felt was a fiery, breathing need.

  “I think Crista finds that idea hot, don’t you, baby?” Quinn stroked her slick pussy lips. “Does the idea of one of us taking this ass while the other one thrusts into your pussy turn you on, baby?” he asked her wickedly.

  Don’t make me say it!

  He stilled. “Answer me, Crista.” His voice had grown low, commanding. Crista shivered.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Yes Sir, what?”

  Drat, he had no intention of letting her off easy. “Yes Sir, the idea of one of you in my-my pussy while the other takes me in my ass,” she spat the word out quickly, “turns me on. Happy?”

  A sharp smack landed on her butt.

  “Watch your tone.”

  Crista sucked in a breath as the smack reverberated throughout her body. A tongue licked her clit as Quinn thrust two fingers into her pussy.

  “Nash loves the taste of you. I know I’m feeling jealous right now. Do you like this, baby? Nash’s tongue on your clit as I finger-fuck you?”

  Oh, he did not just say that.

  “Y-yes Sir,” she gasped as he curled his fingers, stroking that special spot inside her. How had he found it? She never had. Orgasm built within her, her breath coming faster as she closed her eyes. She clenched down on his fingers.

  She groaned.

  “That’s it, baby. Let us hear you. We want to hear you moan and beg and cry out. We want it all. There will be no holding anything back. Talk to us. Tell us what you need.”

  Knowing it wasn’t a request, Crista shoved past her embarrassment and, licking her suddenly dry lips, said, “I want to come. Please.”

  “Please what?” Quinn replied, his fingers doing something magical that had her gasping, arching.

  Oh man, oh no, she couldn’t hold herself back.

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

  “Good girl. I want you screaming when you come, Crista. You understand?”

  “Anything, Sir, just please let me come,” she begged. She’d have promised the world in that moment.

  “Then come.”

  Release rushed her, overwhelming her, roaring in her ears so she barely heard herself screaming, could scarcely believe it was her. Her whole body throbbed and shook, caught in the middle of an orgasm unlike any she’d ever experienced.

  Full consciousness came back slowly, in bits and pieces. Both men murmured words of praise, running their hands over every inch of her body as they turned her so she was sitting rather than lying on Quinn’s lap.

  “Baby, you are so beautiful. I love hearing you scream.”

  He held her close to his chest, cradling her. Tears welled in her eyes.

  Nash cupped her cheek. “Hey, now, what’s this all about?” he asked, eyes full of concern.

  “I’ve just never had an orgasm like that before,” she explained. “It was…” She tried to think of a word to describe it. “Incredible,” she settled on lamely.

  “Don’t ever hold anything back on us, Crista,” Quinn spoke in a low, husky voice. “We want every reaction, good or bad. I’ve never known a woman’s scream to be such a turn-on.”

  She wiggled, feeling Quinn’s impressive erection beneath her. He sucked in a sharp breath so Crista moved again, teasing him.

  “Sit still,” Quinn growled.

  She giggled.

  “Brat. Are you trying to make me disgrace myself?”

  “No, I’m trying to get you to fuck me.” She blushed brightly as she said the word. Both men gaped at her shock.

  “What?” she asked defensively. “I’m not a prude.”

  “You most certainly are not,” Quinn replied, running his hand up her thigh. “But that word just doesn’t seem right coming from your lips.” He smacked the side of her bottom. Crista shied away from that hand.

  “Yes, I can see a lot of spankings in your future,” he murmured in her ear as Nash tugged her legs apart and cupped her mound.

  “Wet and hot. You are one hell of a woman, darlin’. God, I want you.”

  “Then take me.”

  They moved so quickly she would have laughed if she hadn’t felt the same sense of eagerness. Quinn stood, depositing her on the chair as he joined Nash, both tugging off their clothes. Watching them strip, she found herself breathless. They revealed bodies that were toned, tanned and so out-of-this-world amazing that sometimes she thought they’d stepped out of one of her stories. Men just weren’t built this way, were they?

  “You continue to look at us like that, darlin’, and we won’t even make it near your lush pussy before we come.”

  Both men stood side by side, staring at her, their gazes locked on her body. Then Nash held out his hand.

  “Come,” he commanded.

  Dazed by lust, she stepped forward, placing her hand in his. He walked into the living area and sat on the sofa, drawing her between his legs.

  “Kneel.”

  More gracefully than she thought herself capable of, Crista knelt at his feet.

  “Back straight,” Quinn told her, his hand re
sting on her shoulder. “Legs apart.”

  Blushing, she split her legs, allowing them an excellent look at her pussy.

  “Beautiful.”

  Crista smiled at the admiration in Nash’s voice. His gaze was riveted on her, the heat she saw in his eyes building her confidence.

  “This is your first position, sweetheart,” Quinn told her. “We want you to practice it, okay?”

  She nodded, her gaze caught by their impressive cocks just within her reach.

  “I need your mouth on me, darlin’.”

  She leaned forward slowly and clasped the base of Nash’s cock in her hand. Then she took him into her mouth, licking, teasing him.

  “Damn, that’s hot.”

  Crista glanced over as Quinn knelt next to Nash on the sofa and, leaning down, took his mouth. She paused, letting Nash’s cock pop out of her mouth as she sat back to watch the two of them kiss.

  As they parted, they turned to look at her, both sets of eyes so different yet filled with the same hunger.

  “Keep moving, Crista,” Quinn commanded.

  She immediately drew Nash back inside her mouth as he grabbed Quinn’s cock in his hand.

  Nash took firm hold of Quinn’s dick, pumping him, groaning as Crista hummed. Vibrations traveled up his shaft to drum on his balls. Damn, he was not going to last.

  “Watching her suck you is going to set me off.”

  Nash chuckled. “What? My hand around your dick has nothing to do with that?”

  Quinn grinned and, leaning down, captured his lips. “You know how much I appreciate your hand.”

  “And other parts of me?” Nash growled. “Shit, I’m going to come.”

  “Not yet,” Quinn said, moving back out of his reach. “Wait for me.”

  “You don’t know how good her mouth feels right now. My balls are screaming for some release. Hurry up, will you?” he groaned.

  Quinn just laughed and positioned himself behind Crista. He reached over for his pants and pulled out a condom.

  Nash hissed as Crista’s tongue tickled beneath the head of his cock. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Slow down, darlin’, or you’re going to shame me. No way am I going to be the first to come.”

  She looked up, smiling around his dick. Had there ever been a more beautiful sight than this woman, naked, submissively kneeling at his feet with her lush lips surrounding his cock?

  If there had, he couldn’t remember it.

  Her eyes widened and he looked over her back to find Quinn thrusting himself forward into her pussy.

  “How does that thick cock feel inside you, darlin’?” he asked. She blushed so easily. Such a shy thing, trying to hold her reactions from them even though she had to realize they wouldn’t tolerate that.

  “Is he brushing his cock over that special spot inside you? I bet it feels amazing, having him push inside your tight pussy, filling you.”

  Crista pulled back. “You tell me. How does he feel driving inside your tight ass?” she asked cheekily, gasping as Quinn smacked that still pink bottom.

  “Brat,” Quinn scolded with a grin. He schooled his face into a stern expression as Crista glared at him over her shoulder. Quinn’s jaw dropped.

  “Did you just stick your tongue out at me?”

  “What ya going to do about it?” she teased, wiggling her bottom. “Spank me? Been there, done that.”

  Quinn growled as Nash chuckled. “Oh darlin’, you’re braver than I am, teasing the beast that way.”

  “Get sucking, Crista,” Quinn ordered. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you.”

  Crista winked up at Nash. Happiness swam through his veins, making him lightheaded. He sighed as she took him deep. His eyes met Quinn’s. Held. Gladdened by the lust he saw in them.

  And the love.

  “Christ, get ready, I’m going to come,” Quinn groaned.

  The burning began in the small of Nash’s back, spreading like wildfire through his body until he found release in Crista’s mouth. He arched back, breathing heavily as she swallowed him down then licked at him while he lay there, spent, panting.

  Opening his eyes, he found Quinn in the same condition he was. Exhausted. Satisfied.

  “That was amazing, darlin’. Thank you.” Reaching down, he lifted her up onto his lap. Quinn followed them, sitting on the couch beside him. Nash kissed Crista then Quinn, reveling in their differences. Texture. Taste. Smell.

  “I know a way you can thank me,” she said. Hmm, seemed his little darlin’ was catching on quick as she glanced up at him through her eyelashes.

  “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” He held in his amusement.

  She nibbled at her lower lip. Ahh, still a bit shy.

  “Well, you know, giving you an umm…”

  “Blowjob?” He took pity on her.

  “Yeah, it well, made me really hot and then having Quinn inside me, well, I…”

  “You what?” Quinn asked. Nash was pleased to see how much happier and lighter Quinn seemed. He said a quick prayer of thanks to God for sending them Crista. She was working miracles he’d never have managed alone.

  More than likely he and Quinn would have tried to kill each other by now. Didn’t matter how much they might love each other. They weren’t good at compromise. And their communication skills sucked.

  No, the little bundle with bright-red cheeks and lust in her eyes had done more for their relationship than she would ever realize.

  “I didn’t come,” she complained.

  Quinn raised a brow. “You didn’t?” he teased her.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  They sat still.

  “So?” she questioned.

  “So what, darlin’?” Nash asked, biting his lip to hold back a laugh as she glared at them, thoroughly disgruntled.

  “So I want to come.”

  “Well, we could help you with that, baby,” Quinn said, “if you weren’t being punished for being a brat. A disobedient brat. Don’t think we forgot about telling you to keep your hair down. Now you’re going to have to hold on until later.”

  “What?” she yelped in outrage. “No fair.”

  Quinn chuckled and rose. He reached down and tweaked a nipple. “Tell you what, to make up for it how about I take you shopping?”

  She eyed him suspiciously. Nash smiled. She turned her gaze on him.

  “I’m supposed to go shopping like this?” she asked.

  Nash just shrugged. “I warned you not to tease the beast.”

  “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

  “Not as cruel as tying you up and leaving you all day with a vibrator inside your pussy and a plug up your ass. Now are we going shopping or what?” Quinn called back.

  Crista’s eyes went wide before she jumped to her feet.

  “He wouldn’t.”

  “Darlin’, we’d love every minute of it.”

  “Perverts.”

  “You’d better believe it.”

  Chapter Nine

  “When you said shopping, I didn’t quite expect this,” Crista whispered to Quinn, tugging frantically at his hand in a bid to get him to stop.

  They’d all piled into Quinn’s Jeep over two hours ago and driven to Las Vegas to do some decent shopping. Although it had been more than four hours since she’d been left high and dry, she was still horny as hell. And it didn’t help that they were about to enter a sex shop.

  A sex shop.

  Dear Lord.

  What was she doing here? She’d never been inside one in her life. The one vibrator she owned she’d bought online. She lived in a town that could barely support the eight or so “normal” shops it had now. Yet she was about to enter one if the hold Quinn had on her was anything to go by.

  And she couldn’t deny her curiosity.

  Her friends talked about their own toys. There wasn’t much they wouldn’t talk about. Crista never had anything much to contribute.

  Well, she would now.

  That thought gave h
er courage. She needed to treat this as an experience. Embrace it and not be so afraid to live a little.

  Moisture leaked from her pussy, making her cringe. They hadn’t allowed her any panties. The whole drive here she’d worried about creating a wet patch on her skirt.

  It didn’t help that Quinn and Nash loved teasing her. Small touches, caresses, brushing their arms against her chest, making her nipples scream with the need for a firmer touch. Running their hands up her thigh, stopping just short of the place that most wanted their touch.

  So incredibly frustrating.

  And thoroughly arousing.

  What she wouldn’t give for two minutes by herself. But she’d been expressly forbidden to touch herself. And Quinn had given her that look. The one that said she’d be in a world of trouble if she disobeyed.

  Tempting. But she wanted them to bring her to a screaming orgasm.

  She blushed. Andrew had always wanted silence when they were having sex. Quinn and Nash would accept nothing less than making her into a begging, writhing, loud mess.

  And she loved it.

  Crista followed Quinn inside the shop, glancing around to see if anyone was staring. Luckily they were in a relatively quiet shopping area set well back from the road.

  “Calm down, darlin’.” Nash rubbed his hand over her back. “It’s just a sex shop.”

  “I know.” She took a deep breath, attempting to ease the tension in her muscles. “Sorry.”

  He winked at her. “Have a look around. You might find it fun.”

  Now she was inside, she felt better. She had to stop acting like a child. What had she expected? She started wandering the aisles, staring at the toys. Some things she knew what to do with.

  Other things she had no idea.

  “Like that one?” Quinn asked her. Crista jumped, not having heard him walk up.

  “Oh, umm, yes, I guess.”

  “A rabbit. Good choice. The ears tease your clit and the rotating shaft will hit your G-spot.” Reaching up, he pulled the vibrator down, putting it in his basket.

  “Wait,” she said quickly. “What are you doing?”

  “Buying it.” Duh, his look said.

  “What? Why?”

  He raised a brow. “I should think that’s perfectly obvious, love. To get you off. To play with your little pussy. To watch you come.”