“I think people know how close we’ve been this weekend. The deputy, Anita.”
“But I don’t work with them,” she said. “Once we leave here I never have to see them again. Some of those guys out there knew my father.”
“You’re ashamed of me? Of us?” Nash growled.
The trailer door opened before she could answer and Quinn walked in. “Hey, what are you two doing?” he asked, peering between them. “Well, the tension in here is thick enough to suffocate. What’s going on?”
“Crista is just about to explain why she’s ashamed of me,” Nash replied calmly.
“I’m not. But you two should be ashamed of me.”
Nash sent her an incredulous look. “What nonsense are you talking about now?”
Quinn folded his arms over his wide chest and leaned back against the door, staring at them in interest.
“I am not going to keep our relationship a secret,” Nash told her. “We care about you, Crista, and I thought you felt the same.”
Crista winced at the hurt in his voice. She’d just reacted on instinct, let her insecurities take over. “I do care about you both. I’m sorry. It’s just when they laughed, it felt like they were laughing at me…”
“Why would you think that?” Nash asked.
She groaned. “Why do you think? Just look at me. It’s ridiculous that a fat chick like me could ever land two gorgeous men like you. I just can’t stand the idea of everyone pitying me when you both move on. Can we— Can we just forget about this?” she asked hopefully, staring up into their shocked faces.
Quinn’s face darkened as he took a step toward her. “First of all, you never, ever call yourself fat again, understand me?” he ordered in a tightly controlled voice.
Crista swallowed and nodded.
“Secondly, no one is pitying you. But they are envious of us. And last of all, no, we cannot forget this.”
Chapter Fifteen
Crista’s stomach dropped.
Quinn took another step toward her. “What did I tell you about putting yourself down?”
She drew back, feeling stalked. Unfortunately, the trailer was so small that she had nowhere to flee.
“Ahh,” she said hesitantly, realizing just how much trouble she was in with them.
“Do you know how many of them congratulated me for being lucky enough to share your bed?” Nash questioned her. “No one else sees this fat girl you talk about. We all see a smoking-hot woman. Neither Quinn nor I are going to let anyone put you down, darlin’. If I didn’t want to do this properly, I’d bend you over that desk right now and spank your bare ass.”
“I think a small reminder will help until we can get to her real punishment later,” Quinn interjected.
“Stay away,” Crista ordered, raising her hand. She did not like the look in Quinn’s eyes.
“Did you not agree to obey us, Crista?” he asked almost sweetly. Oh dear Lord, Quinn did not do sweet.
“Only when it comes to sex and my safety,” she told them firmly. “Not at work.”
Nash raised his brow. “Oh darlin’,” he said, his drawl thicker than usual. “We are not about to let you put yourself down, no matter where you are. You’re going to get a little taste of what you’re in for tonight. And you are going to learn once and for all that we are very serious about this.”
“Lose the pants and face the desk behind you with your legs split wide,” Quinn ordered.
Crista licked her lips. Arousal fought with fear of discovery.
“You promised to never humiliate me.”
“And we won’t, darlin’,” Nash reassured her. “No one will know what’s going on. Right now, though, you’re just adding to your punishment by arguing. We’re allowing it because you’re new to this. But we won’t always be this easy on you. Now pants down.”
Easy? Dear God. This was easy?
Crista pulled down her pants.
“Good girl,” Quinn praised as he saw her bare mound. She blushed and looked at Nash, who tugged her pink panties from his pocket and dangled them from his finger.
“We had to stop on the way,” he told Quinn. “All the way off, Crista.”
Lifting one leg then the other, Crista tugged off her jeans.
“Turn around and face the desk,” Quinn ordered.
Crista moved silently.
“Good, lean over and grab the other end. We’ll get your spanking over with first.”
Spanking?
“I thought you were going to punish me tonight, Sir?”
Shoot, just listen to what is coming out of my mouth!
“We’ll see to the majority of your punishment tonight,” Quinn said ominously. “Right now you’re getting a taste of what you’re in for tonight.”
Crista shivered, but did as Quinn ordered.
“Legs wide.”
She split them apart.
“Wider.”
Jeez Louise. This really shouldn’t be turning her on, should it?
A finger traveled up her thigh, making her jump. Crista glanced over her shoulder to find Quinn directly behind her. He swept his finger through her folds.
“Hmm, seems our girl is already wet. Very, very nice.”
Crista’s pussy clenched as he brought his finger, moist with her dew, to his lips and sucked.
Oh hell. Oh wow.
Quinn closed his eyes, his face displaying his pleasure.
“Eyes front,” he barked. As soon as she turned around, his hand landed heavily on her poor bottom.
Crista squealed.
“Quiet, darlin’. We don’t want anyone else hearing,” Nash warned.
“And just how do you expect me to keep quiet?” she snapped.
Smack!
“Sorry,” she cried out. “And just how do you expect me to keep quiet, Sir.”
“She’s pretty sassy for someone whose butt is in the line of fire, isn’t she?” Nash asked conversationally.
She bit down on her lip as Quinn landed five short, sharp slaps on her ass. He stopped, rubbing the heat in. Then he followed with another five smacks. Crista held in her groans as her clit throbbed demandingly.
“Good girl,” Quinn praised her, smoothing his hand over her cheeks. Crista sighed in relief. “That was just a short reminder. Tonight, be prepared for much worse.”
She tensed all over again. Then probing fingers brushed against her clit and she moaned.
“Now it’s my turn,” Nash told her. Quinn appeared before her, sitting in the worn chair behind the desk.
Crista let out a low moan, shuddering in pleasure as Nash licked her folds. She was wet and ready for him—the spanking had merely pushed her arousal higher.
“Please,” she cried as he tapped her clit with his tongue.
“Please what?” Quinn asked, holding her wrists with his hands. Immediately her need ratcheted higher.
“Please, Sir, take me. Ohh,” she moaned as Nash moved his tongue back, thrusting it inside her sheath.
“Don’t you come, Crista,” Quinn ordered.
Crista gasped for breath, her body shuddering as she lay on the scarred desk while Nash played with her. She didn’t care who might walk in, who might hear them.
All she cared about was coming.
“Oh, please, please, I need to come.”
“No, you don’t,” Quinn ordered. “You hold it back.”
Crista quietly whimpered. This was torture.
Quinn chuckled and kissed her. “You’re doing so well, my love,” he whispered. She immediately warmed at the praise. And the endearment. “Such a good little sub. I’m proud of you.”
Nash upped his pace, flicking her clit with his finger.
“I don’t,” she panted. “I don’t think… I can’t…”
Nash pulled back just as she thought she might break and come. Crista moaned.
“No, please.”
She jolted as a sharp smack landed on her bottom.
“You can get up when you’re ready, darlin’,”
Nash told her. Quinn let go of her wrists and stood.
Crista shook her head, trying to clear the thick fog of arousal.
“What?” she asked, slowly pushing herself to her feet. She swayed and both men grabbed for her, holding her between them until she’d found her balance. “But I didn’t…”
“You weren’t supposed to, darlin’,” Nash explained, not unkindly. “That was punishment. We want you in a constant state of arousal today. It’s part of the penalty for talking shit about yourself.”
Nash kissed her before she could work up any anger. Turning, he grabbed her pants, handing them to her. “Now no touching yourself, darlin’. That’s against the rules. Put these on.”
Crista just gaped at him. Surely he didn’t seriously intend to leave her in this state. She couldn’t work like this! She’d go mad. Well, she supposed she could take care of it herself—they’d never know.
“And we will know if you touch yourself, Crista,” Quinn said, tapping her nose before he kissed her. His kiss was different from Nash’s gentle brush. He snuck his tongue into her mouth, stealing her very breath as he explored thoroughly. “Don’t think that we won’t.”
Damn, she believed him. She didn’t know how they’d know, but they would.
“See ya later, darlin’,” Nash said, winking cheerfully before he stepped outside.
“Do not even think about leaving this trailer without one of us beside you,” Quinn ordered before turning away. He stopped at the door to look back at her.
“Oh and Crista?”
“Yes?”
“I suggest you put those pants on. Nash and I wouldn’t appreciate anyone else seeing what we consider ours.”
* * * * *
The day moved by slowly. Arousal coursed constantly through her body. She felt irritated, hungry—her skin itchy and on fire at the same time. She’d never felt anything like this in her life. And she was more than ready for some relief.
She glanced up as Quinn appeared in the door to the trailer.
“Come on.” He gestured with his head.
Crista packed up her work and stood, then walked toward him. “Nash?” she asked.
“He’ll meet us at the motel.”
“What about your Jeep? I never asked what the deputy said.”
“Jeep’s at the shop. Deputy said he’s looking into it,” he said shortly, grabbing her hand and tugging her along behind him.
“Night, Quinn, night, Crista.”
Crista just nodded at the crew members who were currently climbing into their vehicles.
Quinn led her toward the passenger seat of her car. He pulled her keys from his pocket and she frowned, wondering where he’d gotten them.
Suddenly, he stepped closer and, drawing her into his arms, kissed her. Right there. In front of the crew.
Abruptly he drew back. Crista swayed, still on sensation overload. Quinn opened the passenger door and bundled her inside without a word.
“Why did you do that?” she asked once she’d found her voice again.
“To show them all who you belong to. And to show you as well.”
Shocked at his words, she remained silent until they arrived at the motel. She followed Quinn into the motel room but came to a stop when she saw Nash sitting on the sofa, waiting for them. He’d obviously showered, his hair still wet, and he’d dressed in a clean t-shirt and jeans.
Quinn closed the door behind them, turning the lock.
Crista gulped.
“Good luck.” Quinn kissed her cheek. “I’m going for a shower.”
Nash just stared at Crista, his eyebrows raised, waiting. She suddenly realized what he was waiting for and with a blush, stripped obediently, pulling off all her clothes and laying them neatly on the seat beside her. She knelt in position.
“Good, very good, darlin’. You look so beautiful kneeling before me. There’s just one thing missing.” She heard him stand, then he moved behind her and tugged gently at her hair. It fell open from its braid.
Crista sighed as Nash ran his hand over her hair, massaging her scalp. Her eyes drifted shut.
“Good. Put it all away. Take your mind away from everything else. There’s just me, you and Quinn. The only thing you need to worry about is pleasing the two of us. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I want you to stay here until Quinn returns. He’ll want to see how gorgeous you look. I’ll make us something to eat. You just think about how best to please us tonight, okay?”
Crista didn’t answer, knowing he didn’t expect her to. She knelt, waiting, and surprisingly, she found herself calm. The nerves that had kept her wired all day faded.
All she had to do was please them. Nothing more. Nothing less. She didn’t have to worry about Andrew or work or Doug.
She just had to be Crista.
“Wow.” Quinn entered the room and the sheer approval in his voice had her back straightening even further. “You, my girl, look hot. Christ, my dick is as hard as a plank of wood.”
Nash snorted. “Nice imagery. Crista, you can get up now. Food’s ready.”
Crista rose, finding an inner grace she’d never felt before. Nash held a chair out at the small dining table. She smiled at him as she sat.
“It’s just simple. Some sandwiches. I didn’t want anyone getting too full.”
“Better than anything I could make,” Quinn replied as he sat, his hair damp from the shower he’d just taken.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Nash agreed. “Darlin’, if Quinn ever offers to cook for you, make sure you have your doctor on speed dial.”
“Hey, I’m not that bad,” Quinn said as he reached for her plate and put a big sandwich along with some potato chips on it.
“Worst case of food poisoning I ever had.”
“Your problem is that you’re spoiled,” Quinn replied.
“Spoiled! I grew up on diner leftovers and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I’m not the spoiled one. I had the runs for days.”
Crista choked on a mouthful of sandwich. Quinn helpfully pounded her on the back while Nash got up and got her a glass of water. She accepted it gratefully, taking a big swallow.
“Sorry, darlin’. That wasn’t exactly polite dinner talk.”
“No, it wasn’t. Funny though,” she said, grinning.
And it had taken her mind off the fact that she was naked, eating dinner and waiting to be punished.
Her life had taken a strange turn.
Talk moved to the day they’d had. Normal small talk.
“Okay, darlin’,” Nash said, all humor gone from his eyes. “Time to move this into the bedroom.”
Crista gulped. Normal had just flown out the window.
“Come.” Nash held his hands out and Crista took them, letting him pull her to her feet. He leaned down and kissed her. His lips brushed hers, lightly at first then more demanding, his tongue driving inside her mouth when she parted her lips, creating havoc throughout her body as he drove her insane.
Nash drew back. Crista stood, swaying, her eyes closed.
“Beautiful.” Her eyes snapped open at Quinn’s voice. He now stood in front of her. Reaching down, he clasped her hand. “Follow me, gorgeous girl.”
He drew her into the bedroom and over to where a large full-length mirror covered the wardrobe door. The motel room hadn’t been updated since the eighties when these were all the rage. Quinn made her face the mirror.
Crista tried to turn, extremely uncomfortable at standing naked before a full-length mirror that clearly displayed all of her flaws.
Sharp pain stung her nipple as Quinn twisted it sharply.
“Stand still,” Quinn growled. “Legs apart.”
“But I… I can’t…” She trailed off, horribly embarrassed.
Quinn forced her face up so she looked into his eyes. “Do you trust us not to harm you?”
She nodded.
“Words, baby.” His voice was low, in control and, incredibly, it soothed her where reassuring w
ords would probably have failed.
“Yes Sir.”
“You know your safe word?”
“Bunny, Sir.”
“This isn’t going to be comfortable for you, Crista. You’re going to stand in front of this mirror and watch yourself. If your eyes close at any stage, I’m going to spank this delicious ass.”
“Sir?” she asked tentatively.
“Yes?” Quinn replied as he stood behind her, peering at her in the mirror. Nash knelt at her feet, quickly attaching the spreader bar to her ankles.
“I’m really uncomfortable with this.”
Nash gazed up at her. “This is going to be hard on you, sugar. But you will do it. Because it is what we wish. We’re doing what we think is best. Your negative views on your body aren’t healthy, sugar. And the last thing we want is for you to develop some sort of eating disorder.”
“An eating disorder? Don’t you think you’re being melodramatic?” she scoffed with a laugh.
Nash watched her seriously. “No, I don’t.”
Quinn tipped her head up so she stared into the mirror again. She attempted to suck in her stomach when Nash parted her labia and breathed against her clit, distracting her.
She jolted then groaned, her eyes drifting shut in pleasure.
Smack!
“Eyes open. Look at yourself.” Quinn pulled her back against him. She leaned against his wide chest. He cupped her breasts, holding them up.
“I love these breasts. They’re creamy, delightfully full and round and topped with the sweetest berries a man could wish for. I could suck on these breasts all day and never tire of them.”
She flushed, shocked at her response as her thighs twitched, her skin tingling.
“She liked that, her pussy just gushed with wetness.” Nash licked her—one long, slow swipe of his tongue over her folds.
Smack! Smack! Stinging slaps landed on each butt cheek, making her squeal.
“Quinn!” she moaned.
“Keep those eyes open, sweet.”
Crista forced herself to stare at the mirror. How the hell was she going to do this? Watch herself come?
“Really look at yourself, Crista,” Quinn said as he stepped away. Nash moved too, leaving her alone, staring at herself in the mirror.
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