Bound to Them

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  Quinn snorted. “Some of us were working while you two were playing.”

  “You’re going to use the spreader bar?” Crista asked, pointing at a long, thin black bar he’d laid out on the bed.

  Nash walked over and picked up the bar. “We sure are. It’s going between your legs and will attach to each of your ankles with those cuffs. It will keep your legs open, allowing us to touch and taste you at will.”

  She shivered, but it wasn’t chilly in here. Quinn had even turned up the heat, not wanting to risk her being in the slightest bit cold. Even if that meant he boiled.

  “Let’s put it on. Spread your legs,” he ordered. He held her shoulders to steady her as Nash knelt between her legs and attached first one cuff, then the other to her ankles. Finished, he stood and kissed her gently.

  Then Nash’s face firmed. “Tonight, darlin’, we’re going to take things a step further. But not beyond what we think you can take. What’s your safe word?”

  “Bunny, Sir,” she said, her breath hitching. A touch of nerves, a lot of need.

  Perfect.

  “I love hearing you call us Sir,” Nash told her. “If anything truly hurts you or scares you, say your safe word and we’ll stop and talk things through. Okay?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Nash smiled and she relaxed beneath his hands.

  It amazed Quinn how comfortable he was with letting Nash take the lead. Yet it felt right. Nash would ease her in, make her feel safe.

  Then Quinn would push her right over the edge.

  Nash stepped to her side.

  “Now bend over and place your hands on the mattress. We want to get a nice look at that plug in your ass.”

  Crista leaned over.

  Nash stood shoulder to shoulder with Quinn, their heated skin rubbing. Unable to resist, Quinn leaned over and licked along his neck. Nash shuddered.

  “That is so hot.”

  Both men snapped their heads around. Quinn frowned at Crista, who’d turned to stare at them. “Did we say you could move, Crista?” he asked in a low voice.

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “No Sir.”

  “Then eyes front.”

  She swiveled her head around. “You’re both so beautiful, it’s torture not to watch.”

  “Does it turn you on, darlin’?” Nash asked. “Watching us together?”

  “Oh yes,” she sighed. “Sir,” she hastily added.

  Quinn reached out and ran his hand over her bottom, which quivered beneath his touch. “Still, you need to learn that when we put you in position we intend that you stay that way.”

  “Like a dog?” Her body stiffened.

  Quinn bit back a grin. “Well, I wasn’t thinking of participating in any role play, but if you like that idea…” he teased.

  She gasped. “What?”

  “Puppy play. Where the sub pretends to be a puppy.”

  “How is that a turn-on?” she asked.

  “You’d be surprised, darlin’,” Nash interjected. “You’d look cute as a little puppy. Completely dependent on us.”

  Nash stroked her as he spoke.

  Quinn frowned as he realized just how appealing she would look. “Other people would want to touch her.”

  Nash shot him a quelling glare as Crista noticeably stiffened. “We don’t have to play around others,” Nash said.

  “I don’t like the idea of others touching me,” she said.

  Quinn cursed silently as he realized she was now more afraid than aroused. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he growled. “Because we have no intention of allowing others to touch what is ours. Now I believe you’re owed some punishment. She’s turning into a bit of a brat, isn’t she?” he asked Nash.

  “Uh-huh.” Nash massaged her mound and she relaxed under his touch.

  “I am not a brat!”

  “Only a brat would answer back without proper respect.” Quinn kept his voice mournful as he sighed.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she replied, sounding anything but.

  Oh, she was gorgeous.

  “Let’s take this plug out.” Quinn grasped the base of the plug and turned it, eliciting a squeal from her.

  “Easy, darlin’,” Nash soothed as Quinn slowly removed the plug and took it into the bathroom, throwing it into the sink. He quickly returned to where Crista remained in the perfect position for her spanking. Nash sat on the bed next to her, playing lightly with her nipples.

  “Twenty, Crista,” Quinn told her as he ran his hand over her bottom. “Count them.”

  He slapped one cheek, watching the way it squished then returned to form, leaving a hot, red imprint on her butt.

  “One, Sir.”

  He spanked her steadily and she never faltered, counting out each stinging smack, although he noticed how breathless her voice became with each subsequent spank. Quinn felt disappointed when he got to the end.

  “Twenty, Sir. Thank you. I’m sorry for being a brat.”

  Quinn rubbed his hand over her skin gently, feeling the heat seep into his palm. Her ass was a delicious pink now. Nash stood up to look down at his handiwork.

  “Don’t be too sorry, sweetheart. I do enjoy smacking this fine ass.”

  He dipped his hand down to her mound, running a finger through her folds.

  “And you like being spanked, from the feel of this wet pussy.”

  She groaned, dropping her head as he swirled his finger around her clit. Nash walked over to the bedside table and bathed two of his fingers with lube.

  Quinn grinned. Then he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

  “Ohhh,” she sighed.

  Nash parted her butt cheeks with one hand. “Well, this is a pretty bottom, all pink and punished, isn’t it? Relax, darlin’, I’m just going to have a little play.”

  Quinn watched as Nash pushed first one then two fingers into her ass. They thrust in tandem, Quinn in her pussy, Nash in her asshole.

  “Oh, oh, please,” she moaned.

  “Please what, pretty girl?” Quinn asked.

  “Please, it’s too much, I have to come. I can’t, I can’t—” She broke off with a small cry. Quinn withdrew and nodded at Nash.

  “Stand up, darlin’.” Nash pulled his fingers out of her bottom and helped her stand. Quinn held her close as Nash walked to the bathroom.

  Crista looked up at Quinn, her eyes dazed, her hair wild as it covered half her face. He brushed the silky strands to the side then leaned down and kissed her before reaching over and grabbing the handcuffs he’d laid on the bed.

  She hadn’t mentioned them, although she had to have seen them. He watched her carefully as she studied the cuffs. There was a bit of trepidation in her gaze, but only a touch. If she started showing more fear than arousal he would stop this immediately.

  “Left hand,” he ordered.

  She hesitated then handed him her hand. He clipped the handcuff around her slim wrist, moving slowly, letting her feel the cuff being tightened.

  Her eyes flashed.

  “Right hand.”

  This time she moved immediately.

  He did the same to her other wrist.

  “Good girl.” He ran his hand over her shoulders and, leaning down, kissed her. He chased her tongue with his, playing with it, teasing her until her tension eased.

  “Now let’s turn you around and show Master Nash what a pretty picture you make, all bound and ready for our touch.”

  Quinn grasped her around the waist and, lifting her, twirled her around, bringing her back against his chest so she leaned against him.

  He stared over her shoulder at Nash, who stood a few feet away, his gaze riveted on the woman before him.

  “Isn’t she beautiful?” Quinn prompted, feeling the way she stiffened as the silence grew.

  “So gorgeous I lost my voice for a while there. Darlin’, you are a dream come true.”

  Nash moved forward and cupped her cheek, and kissed her. He then turned to Quinn, who nipped at Nash’s mouth bef
ore plunging his tongue deep. Nash thrust his tongue against Quinn’s, driving him back, pushing his way into Quinn’s mouth.

  “I was allowed to stare this time, right?” a breathless voice asked from between them as they pulled apart, breathing heavily.

  Quinn chuckled and, leaning down, bit the skin where her neck and shoulder met. Crista arched back against him, groaning.

  “Yes, minx, you could stare. Now watch that mouth or Master Nash and I won’t play with these.”

  He cupped her breasts, keeping his thumbs gentle as he ran them over her nipples.

  “Sorry, Sir. Won’t happen again.”

  Nash clicked his tongue. “Now, now, darlin’, don’t ever make promises you can’t keep. Now I have something that I think will steal your voice.”

  He held up two small objects.

  “What are they, Sir?”

  “Nipple clamps.”

  Crista stared with trepidation at the nipple clamps. They weren’t how she’d imagined they’d look. These seemed almost delicate and very feminine. A pretty silver chain connected them. She’d thought they’d be big and cold-looking with large screws at the end.

  “They’re pretty.”

  Nash smiled. “Thought you’d like them, sugar. These are tweezer clamps. They’re good for beginners.”

  Quinn held up her breasts, pinching her nipples. Nash leaned down, surrounding her pink bud with his mouth, licking, teasing, biting, sucking until she could barely stand, her knees buckling with pleasure.

  He kept his arms tight around her waist, helping to steady her. As Nash drew back, she glanced down. Her nipple was caught but not painfully so.

  “Hold still, sugar,” he said. “I’m going to adjust this little ring to make it more intense.”

  Pressure tightened around her nipple until she was very aware of her breasts.

  They moved to her other breast. She trembled as Nash tightened the clamp on her nipple, her thighs coated in her dew.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged.

  “Please what?” Quinn asked.

  “Please let me come, Sir.”

  “Soon, Crista, soon,” he told her. She groaned. “You mustn’t come until we tell you.”

  Quinn picked her up, placing her on the bed. He raised her handcuffed hands above her head and tied a rope around them, effectively tying her to the bed.

  She lay bound. Clamped. Spread.

  And so turned-on she worried she’d come at the slightest touch.

  Nash lay beside her and took her mouth in a deep kiss. He drank from her, nearly overwhelming her in pleasure as his tongue played with hers, exploring her mouth. He kissed along her cheek to her ear. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

  She flushed. No matter how many times they told her that, it still sent a thrill through her. Didn’t matter if it was true or not.

  They made her feel beautiful.

  Quinn knelt at the base of the bed, his gaze set on her pussy. Then he lifted her spread legs and set them over his head as he bent, spreading the lips of her pussy.

  Nash kissed down her neck as she squirmed, partly in embarrassment, partly in pure need.

  “Such a pretty, pretty pussy,” Quinn murmured, running a finger up and down her folds, spreading them, flicking lightly at her clit before he moved his finger lower to circle her entrance.

  She whimpered. A sound filled with pure need.

  Quinn pushed his finger forward, entering her.

  Better. But nowhere near enough.

  “More, please, more,” she panted.

  “More what?” Nash asked as Quinn bent and lapped at her clit—small licks of his tongue on her swollen nub.

  “I need one of you inside me, please, Sir.”

  Quinn slid another finger inside her, just resting them in her heat, not moving. Crista attempted to thrust her hips to gain some friction.

  Quinn drew back, frowning. “Lie still.”

  “I can’t,” she wailed.

  “You can. Lie still or I’ll stop, flip you over and spank you.”

  She clamped down on his fingers, a rush of pleasure flooding her at the thought.

  “Oh, and did I mention I wouldn’t let you come?” Quinn said evilly.

  Crista shook her head. Not fair. So not fair.

  “I’ll be good.”

  “I’ll be good, what?” Nash asked as he pulled the chain he had attached to the nipple clamps.

  Crista screamed, spikes of pleasure racing over her body.

  Panting, she tried to answer him but could barely get her brain to think.

  “I-I’ll be g-good, Sir,” she managed.

  Quinn continued to torture her pussy, tapping her clit and moving his fingers, tickling that spot within her. Spots danced in front of her eyes as sparks shot from the pads of her feet, up her legs to dance through her womb.

  Her raw cries filled the room.

  “Get ready, sugar,” Nash whispered. “Now come!” he ordered.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Crista screamed as Nash pulled the chain swinging between her breasts at the same time Quinn plunged his fingers deep. Waves of arousal crashed into her, slamming through her as she arched, unable to keep still in the face of such an onslaught.

  “Brace yourself, darlin’.”

  The words barely registered. Pain lashed through her as Nash released the clip on one breast. Immediately a warm mouth sucked her nipple, soothing the pain away.

  He released the other clamp. More pain. Another mouth surrounding an abused nipple.

  Crista opened her eyes, gulping in air. She felt as though she’d run a marathon.

  Nash reached up and released her hands. The men quickly rubbed her arms and wrists.

  Crista gave a large sigh and smiled up at them.

  “That was amazing, Sirs,” she said dreamily.

  “It’s not over yet, darlin’,” Nash replied before leaning over her body to kiss Quinn.

  Ahh, watching the two men she loved making out was heaven. Crista stiffened. Love? Where had that come from? She couldn’t love them. She barely knew them. There was no way she could love them. Well, even if she did there was no way she could let on.

  Shoot. Drat. When had she fallen in love with them?

  “All right, darlin’?” Nash asked.

  Crista blinked, realizing they were both staring down at her. She quickly schooled her face, hoping she hadn’t given her feelings away. She couldn’t let on how she felt about them.

  “Yeah, sorry. Please, keep going.”

  Quinn raised his brow while Nash just snorted and, leaning down, kissed the top of her breast as Quinn released her feet from the spreader bar.

  “May I touch you, Sir?” she asked Nash.

  His gaze warmed. “You can, darlin’. Unless we tell you otherwise, you can touch either of us anytime.”

  She ran her hand over his firm chest, loving the way he took a deep, shuddering breath.

  Quinn knelt behind him and, reaching out, pinched the other man’s nipples. Nash groaned as Quinn bit down on his shoulder. Nash’s face reflected his utter pleasure in the act.

  Crista lowered her hand to his shaft, pumping him, running her hand up and down his thick cock.

  Nash was close to completion. Just the feel of Quinn’s body behind his and Crista’s tiny hand around his dick had him struggling to hold himself back, to find some semblance of control.

  “Lie back, darlin’. Spread your legs. Touch yourself because as soon as I enter that hot pussy I’m going to come,” he ordered.

  Crista’s cheeks grew crimson as her eyes widened. She didn’t move.

  “You were given an order, Crista.” Quinn’s voice was silky smooth. Her gaze flitted between the two of them. Whatever she saw in their faces must have convinced her they were serious.

  Lying back, she opened her legs.

  Quinn rubbed his dick between Nash’s butt cheeks. Nash let out a shuddering breath.

  “Part your folds with one hand.” Na
sh groaned as Quinn covered Nash’s cock in a condom very, very slowly. “Shoot, Quinn, are you trying to make me blow?”

  Quinn just chuckled. “Run your finger around your clit, Crista,” Quinn said. “That’s right, just like that, sweetheart.”

  She relaxed at his words, moving her finger faster, arousal overcoming her embarrassment. Quinn let Nash go and leaned over to grab the lube. Nash situated himself between Crista’s legs, watching with fascination as she played with herself.

  “Sugar, you look good enough to eat. If I wasn’t so eager to lose myself in that pussy, I would lap you up.”

  Her chest rose and fell sharply. He brushed her fingers aside and, grasping his cock, aimed and thrust deep.

  Heaven.

  “Lie still,” Quinn growled from behind Nash before parting his ass cheeks and pushing a finger inside him.

  “Don’t tease, Quinn. Just do it, damn you.”

  “I’m preparing you.”

  “I don’t need it.” He didn’t. But he knew Quinn would pay him no mind. And sure enough, Quinn thrust another finger in to join the first, scissoring them, widening him.

  Nash’s balls were on fire by the time Quinn pushed his cock inside Nash’s ass. His dick throbbed torturously.

  “Now move,” Quinn groaned.

  He didn’t need to be told twice. He drew back as Quinn did, then drove forward, groaning loudly. “Touch yourself again, darlin’, you’re coming with us. I can’t hold back.”

  His whole body screamed at him to let go, to give in. Quinn’s cock in his ass just added to the ecstasy as he drove himself over and over into Crista’s warmth. She shook beneath him, her breath coming faster, and he knew she was close.

  “Now, darlin’,” he yelled as bursts of release shuddered through his body and out his cock, driving into her sweetness.

  He looked down at Crista, who sighed and pulsed around him in pleasure. Behind him, Quinn thrust, pushing himself deep, and Nash closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. Then Quinn let out a long sigh and stilled, his dick still inside Nash as he took long, deep breaths.

  Quinn moved back, making Nash groan as he left him. Nash pulled out of Crista and climbed off the bed, then went into the bathroom to clean himself off. He frowned as he tore off the condom.

  Goddamn it. The condom had split.