She blushed wildly, looking around. Luckily the shop was empty.
“I just mean, wouldn’t you rather be inside me than that?” She gestured at the vibrator.
“Who said it has to be one or the other? I might tease you with the rabbit. Then when you’re about to come I’ll plunge into you, bringing you over so I can feel your pussy clamping around me, sucking me down.”
“Or he might use it on your pussy as I’m thrusting inside your ass,” Nash told her. Drat, why couldn’t they make any noise when they walked around? She stared up at Nash. He grinned down at her, blue eyes filled with mischief.
“Speaking of coming in her ass, you get some butt plugs?” Nash asked
“Yep.” Quinn shook his full basket. “Got a whole range of them. As well as nipple clamps, handcuffs and silk rope.”
Nash nodded. “I got the lube, condoms, a spreader bar. What about a paddle?”
“Paddle?” she squeaked. “Ah-ah, no way, I didn’t agree to that.”
“You didn’t put paddles on your hard limits, darlin’,” Nash said. “You want to put it on?”
A paddle? Was she prepared to go there? Hell, yes!
Tired of being a wimp, she shook her head. “No, it’s not a hard limit.”
God help me, she thought, watching as they added a paddle to their toys.
She had to remind herself this was just temporary. They were her temporary Doms. They’d go their separate ways all too soon. She had to keep herself from falling for them.
She nearly snorted. As though she wasn’t already falling for them.
“Crista, keep your attention on us,” Quinn told her, running his hand over her back. “I don’t like it when you wander off in your head. I want you here, giving us all of you.”
“Sorry, Sirs,” she whispered.
A hand grasped her chin, raising her face. Nash. “You’re so beautiful, darlin’,” he whispered. He turned her around and slapped her sharply on the butt. “Choose another toy.”
Crista rubbed her bottom as she glared back at him more for effect than because his smack had hurt her. Quinn had already moved down the aisle.
She eyed his basket. “Haven’t you already got enough?”
Just how expensive was this shopping trip going to be?
Another smack.
“Stop spanking me,” she demanded.
“Now why would I want to do that?” Nash replied, grinning. “One, you’re being naughty. Two, it means I get to touch your ass.”
She snorted. “Like you don’t touch my ass anyway.” They were constantly touching her—she was a mass of oversensitive nerves and needs. “Plus I can be as naughty as I like. We’re not in a bedroom and we’re not playing, remember?”
Nash stared, his blue eyes piercing. Crista took a step back from that intense gaze.
“Calm, honey. It’s me, Nash. I am not going to hurt you. I would never hit you.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“Good girl.”
Quinn turned. “You know, she’s still got the last bit of her punishment coming.”
The corner of Nash’s mouth twitched. “So she has,” he drawled.
Crista followed. “Punishment?” she squealed. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all day? Driving me mad?” No way could she stand any more. Nuh-uh.
“Oh darlin’.” Nash smiled. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
* * * * *
Crista followed Nash and Quinn out of the shop twenty minutes later, thoroughly embarrassed. Quinn had a tight hold of one hand, in the other she clasped a shopping bag holding her rabbit vibrator and pleasure balls. Both were items she’d picked for herself.
“You didn’t have to spank me,” she hissed at Quinn. She’d tried to pay for part of the bill. The final total had been astronomical. They’d ignored her, Quinn pulling out his credit card. She hadn’t given up until Quinn had turned her and laid his hand to her butt half a dozen times. The cashier had politely ignored them.
She still couldn’t believe it.
Quinn turned. Other than a raised brow he displayed no hint of emotion or thought.
She wished she had that kind of poker face.
“You weren’t listening. You were arguing.”
“But we weren’t playing,” she said, confused. “I thought I was allowed to argue.”
“You were becoming disrespectful. That will never be allowed. And you weren’t listening to your Doms.” He stilled, looking down at her. “I don’t date. I don’t see subs outside of the club.” She saw the pain in his eyes and instantly wanted to soothe him. “Until you. This weekend is about play. Neither of us wants a full-time master-slave relationship. We won’t pick the clothes you wear each day or tell you what to eat.”
She blushed and he grinned.
“Well, besides our rules about no panties.”
“I’ve been in a relationship with little honesty or communication or respect. It can only end badly. As your Doms we are promising you all three of those things as well as our protection. We will always take care of you. In turn, you are promising us those three things and that you will let us do our job.”
She frowned, not understanding. “What do you mean, your job?”
“It means, darlin’,” Nash interjected, running a hand over her hair, “that we expect you to come to us with your problems, your worries. If something happens to you, we expect to be told immediately. You call the cops, then us. Understand?”
She gulped. “But what if Andrew…” Hurts you, injures you. She knew better than to say the words aloud. A man’s ego could be a fragile thing.
Quinn smiled cruelly. “Now that’s a problem I’d very much like to get rid of for you.”
Crista shivered.
“Shall we keep moving?” Nash suggested. “It’s growing cold and we’ve yet to get to the last part of Crista’s punishment.”
Crista gulped and followed Quinn. He beeped his Jeep open. Surprisingly, both men climbed into the backseat. Reaching down, Quinn hauled her inside, laying her facedown over their legs. Her stomach lay on Nash’s lap, her bottom over Quinn’s thighs.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me down.” She injected every bit of command she had into her voice. “Anyone could walk past.”
“Let us worry about that. Your only worry is pleasing us. Now be a good girl and take the last part of your punishment,” Nash explained, chuckling.
“Like hell!” she told him, struggling. “Let me go! Now.”
Immediately they turned her, holding her close.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Quinn said soothingly. He clasped her chin in his palm and raised her face so she was forced to look at him. “Do you think we would ever humiliate you?”
“Someone could walk past and see me. And that would be pretty damn humiliating!” she told him.
“This is a quiet parking lot,” he told her. “No one else is around and both Nash and I have our eyes peeled; if anyone appears we’ll be ready. You need to start trusting us.”
“By getting naked in broad daylight?” she wailed.
Quinn leaned down and stared at her calmly. “We want you to do this for us, sweetheart. Trust us when we tell you that no one will see you but us.”
Trust them.
They simply sat there, not saying anything, just waiting for her to make up her mind.
Oh hell, they were right. They wouldn’t humiliate her, she knew that. This wasn’t going to work unless she let go.
She licked her lips. “It’s just hard for me to let go, you know. After Andrew…” She trailed off.
Nash hugged her tight. “We understand, darlin’. We know this isn’t easy, but this is what we’re asking of you.”
“Asking?” she said dubiously, with a snort.
His lips twitched. “All right, demanding, then.”
Quinn leaned down and kissed her. “Roll over, baby. I want access to that delicious ass of yours.”
Crista rolled, her body still stiff, but Nash rubbe
d her lower back soothingly as Quinn pushed her skirt up over her bottom. Cool air hit her privates and she stiffened.
Smack.
“Ow,” she complained.
“Don’t tense,” Quinn ordered gruffly.
Crista attempted to relax. Nash massaged her shoulders, easing the tension. There was a rustle of bags then something squirting.
Nash dipped his hand over her bottom, rubbing, pushing his fingers through the crease of her ass to press against her asshole.
“Easy, sugar, nobody’s going to hurt you. Part your legs.”
Crista hesitated before widening her thighs. Two fingers swiped through her folds.
“Hmm, wet,” Quinn remarked. “I think she likes this position. Being vulnerable, open to our touch.”
Nash removed his hand and she whimpered in loss. “Shh, darlin’, just changing position. Lift up.”
She raised her hips and Nash slipped his arm beneath her, his fingers returning to her pussy to play with her clit. She let out a shuddering breath.
“Good girl,” Nash praised. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied, feeling pleasure steal over her. Seemed as though everything they did felt good. Even that spanking in the shop. Although she’d been horrified, each smack had reverberated throughout her body, stiffening her nipples and surrounding her swollen clit.
“Beautifully pink back here. Just the way I like a woman’s bottom to be,” Quinn said with satisfaction before parting her butt cheeks.
“Quinn, what are you doing?” she asked as he pressed a finger against her asshole. Oh God, this was one of her deepest desires, but not one she’d ever thought to fulfill. She still wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to.
But then she’d always secretly longed to have sex with two men, and she’d never thought that would happen either.
“Is that how you address me?” Quinn said gruffly.
“Sorry, Sir. Please, what are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m preparing you for a plug. Quiet now.” He dipped a finger inside her. Slight burning. Instant delight.
Nash continued his slow circling of her clit as Quinn moved that single digit in and out of her ass.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned, unable to stop thrusting her hips. “Please.”
“Seems like our little sub needs some help keeping quiet,” Quinn said.
“I have just the thing.” Nash’s voice was dark, husky, dancing over highly sensitized nerves, making her shiver.
Nash removed his hand and Quinn tugged her toward him, raising her slightly.
“Please, Sir.”
A smack landed on her bottom. “Much as I love you begging, sweetheart, I want you quiet right now,” Quinn ordered.
Nash unzipped his jeans and drew his thick cock free. He’d gone commando that morning.
“See how nice we’re being. We’re going to help you keep quiet,” Quinn spoke in a deep voice as he helped her lie back down over Nash’s lap. “Take him in your mouth, Crista.”
She needed no more prompting, her hand grasping the base of his cock as she took his tip into her mouth.
“Aww, Christ, that’s the way, darlin’. Your mouth is like heaven. Lick around the head. Good girl.”
“Split your legs, Crista.” She followed Quinn’s direction. “Now concentrate on sucking Nash. You have five minutes to get him off.”
She shuddered as Quinn’s finger returned to her asshole. He’d coated the digit with lube so it slipped easily inside her. Another finger joined it, making her gasp around Nash’s cock.
“Relax now, baby,” Quinn told her. “Get ready for the plug.”
She stilled as something hard and thick pressed against her asshole. Would it hurt?
Nash rubbed her back. “Keep your attention on me, darlin’. Don’t worry, this is a beginner’s plug, not much thicker than Quinn’s fingers.”
“Time’s running out, Crista,” Quinn told her as he pushed the plug forward. Crista tried to ease the tension in her muscles. “If Nash doesn’t come, neither do you.”
Crista’s eyes widened as she returned to sucking Nash off with vigor. He chuckled but she ignored him, closing her eyes and letting sensation overtake her. Quinn drove the plug into her bit by bit as Nash’s scent surrounded her. Masculine with a hint of mint. His cock was thick and warm in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft, delighting in his groan.
“Nearly there, Crista, you’ve done so well.” The rare praise from Quinn swelled her heart. Then he pushed the plug fully inside her and lightly tapped the end of it. Crista jolted in shock as pleasure infused her blood.
“One minute left,” Quinn warned.
She swapped hands, holding the base of Nash’s cock firmly as her other hand dipped down to massage his balls.
“Ahh baby, that’s it. I’m coming.” Nash’s voice was tense with need.
Thick bursts of salty cream filled her mouth. Crista swallowed frantically, not willing to let any spill as he shuddered and moaned. She continued to lick him long after he’d spent.
“Thank you, sugar.” Nash cradled her cheek and she flushed with pleasure.
Hands tugged her up and she found herself straddling Quinn’s lap, facing him. His latex-covered shaft brushed against her folds. He grasped her hips, pushing her down slowly onto his cock.
“Oh… I’m… It’s… Oh,” she moaned incoherently. The plug in her ass made him seem even larger as he filled her.
“Shit, you feel incredible.” Quinn held her still when she would have pulled back, wanting to thrust back down. His mouth dipped and he latched on to a nipple through her shirt and bra, sucking.
“Ahh.” She arched back with a cry. Nash latched on to her other nipple, intensifying her pleasure as both of them sucked strongly.
“Oh, please, Sir, please.”
“Please what?” Quinn asked.
They both pulled back to gaze at her. One set of dancing, hot blue eyes. The other set amber and intense, so stern.
“Please, let me move,” she cried. “Let me come.”
“Your wish is my command.” Quinn loosened his hold on her hips, letting her set the pace. She didn’t care about the cries escaping her lips, the fact that somebody could walk past their car and see her.
Nothing mattered but the pleasure.
Nash dipped his hand between them, rubbing her clit.
“Get ready to come when I tell you, Crista,” Quinn groaned. He’d taken over the pace, thrusting up firmly.
“Now,” he yelled.
Crista moaned as she reached her peak, her clit throbbing with delight, the walls of her passage clenching on his cock, sending Quinn into his own orgasm.
Collapsing forward with exhaustion, her mind drifted, floating.
As she came back to reality, she realized both men were murmuring words of praise, running their hands over her soothingly.
“All right, darlin’?” Nash asked.
She grinned sleepily as she lay against Quinn’s chest.
“Never better. That was amazing.”
* * * * *
“Where are we going?” Crista asked as Quinn pulled his Jeep into a parking lot. He looked back at her in the rearview mirror. She remained flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. Satisfied.
They’d cleaned themselves up then driven out of the parking lot. Quinn had figured it would be near-deserted in the middle of the day. Most people shopped for sex toys online or at night.
Still, there had been a risk of someone walking past. He wondered if that turned her on more.
“We’re going to have an early dinner.” They hadn’t had lunch and he was starving.
Crista flushed and sat up. “I need to clean up.”
Nash turned, arching his brow. “You saying I didn’t do a good job?”
Crista had been shocked when Nash had ordered her to part her legs so he could clean her up with a towel they’d brought with them. Quinn made a mental note to do that often. His need to see to ev
ery aspect of her care surprised him. Their shy little sub was working her way into his heart.
“N-no, but I-I…” She stuttered, her cheeks bright red.
“What’s wrong, Crista?” Quinn kept his voice stern when he wanted to cuddle and soothe her. But she didn’t need that right now. He needed to remain firm.
“There’s a plug in my ass,” she blurted out as if he hadn’t put it there.
“And?” he prompted.
“I can’t go into a restaurant with a plug in my ass. And no panties.”
She sounded delightfully, naïvely horrified.
Nash grinned. “You best get used to it, darlin’. This won’t be the only time we take you out to eat with your ass plugged. We’re going to prepare that bottom to take us both.”
She frowned in confusion. “But I thought all of this was just for the weekend.”
Quinn’s hands clenched at her words. “Do you want it to be for the weekend only?” he asked, knowing his voice was too harsh when she flinched.
She stared at them both, then lowered her gaze to her lap. “No,” she said quietly. “But I thought you would.”
“Crista, look at me,” Nash said firmly. Her gaze rose. “There is no way we’re finished with you. Okay? We want you. So badly that you’re not going to be the only uncomfortable one in that restaurant. This is what we want from you.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Brave girl,” Quinn praised her, loving the way she relaxed and gazed at him through shining eyes. She lapped up any praise they gave her. Had no one ever told her what a gorgeous, wonderful person she was?
Nash jumped out then opened the back door to help Crista down. Quinn led the way into the restaurant as Nash held Crista’s hand. He fought the urge to drop back, to grasp her other hand.
She’d probably be scandalized if someone realized the three of them were together. He didn’t want to risk her calling this off. So he forced back his frustration at not being able to touch her in public the way he wanted to.
“Table for three,” he barked at a waitress as she came up to them, smiling. The warmth in her eyes chilled as she paused in her perusal of both him and Nash.
“Certainly, this way,” she said coldly.
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