by Fiona Archer
“No, I’m saying you’re scared of whatever thought popped into your head and you’re backtracking so fast you don’t even know it.” He dipped the fingers of his free hand into her moist pussy, then glided them to her clit, rubbing over the tight knot of nerves. Each stroke sent a shudder through her body. Her thighs quaked against the straps.
She bit down on her lips, silencing the plea waiting to be voiced.
“Tell us, sweetness.” Kane licked the hot flesh of her nipple, then blew on it. The coldness added extra sensation to the already tortured bud.
Closing her eyes, she scrambled to gather her scattered thoughts. Sure, she’d argued with Alan. Called him out plenty of times when they’d first married when something upset her. Then after a while came the accusations of not supporting him. ”If you loved me, you’d stand by me, not pick, pick, pick. I’m working all these hours for us.” Guilt had forced her to backtrack. “Of course I support you.” She tried even harder, making sure she cooked his favorite meals, not arguing when he automatically chose where they would eat out. After all, being together was what counted most. But after a while…it just got too hard. There seemed no use in the face of his intractable self-focus.
“I went quiet,” she choked out the words. “Oh, God, I went quiet.” She blinked against the sudden flood of tears. “He’d get angry, frustrated, so I…” How could she have been so stupid? “I gave up. Let him have his way.” Fighting only meant more distance. “If I made things easier for him, he’d be more willing to think about having a f-family.”
She had muted her internal voice, the one that in the early years told her to stick up for herself, demand her fair share. Alan couldn’t make that decision for her. He didn’t have control over that. Only she did.
The truth hit her harder than the cruelest sting of a whip.
In life, you get what you’re prepared to settle for. And she’d settled.
“I l-let him control me.” Tears flowed down her cheeks, then dripped off her chin to fall like hot, fat rain drops on her chest, each serving as a reminder of her stupidity. “And I blamed him.”
“Maybe so.” Alex cradled her face in his hands and brushed away her tears with his thumbs. “But that doesn’t take away the fact he was a narcissistic bastard who used your wish for a baby and your need to serve for his benefit only. That’s on him, Red.”
She sniffled as her eyelashes formed wet clumps.
“Easy, girl.” Kane pulled a handkerchief out of his jeans pocket, then wiped her eyes and face. He placed the white cloth gently over her nose. “Blow.”
Her shoulders relaxed as she took comfort from his care.
His care.
That was what they’d done this whole evening, even when they’d pushed her hard to get the truth. Their hands had never left her, stroking her arms, her thighs, providing a constant reassurance even when she hadn’t realized it. And now, after sharing a personal truth that shocked her, shamed her, they were wiping her face and soothing her with their words.
Alex pushed a few wet strands of hair off her cheeks. “You’ll need time to get your head around your revelations, Red, but whatever guilt or frustration you feel, we sure as hell didn’t drag that out of you so you can beat yourself up over it.” He skimmed his hand over her hip, then forced it under her backside and squeezed to the point of pain. “If there’s any punishment going around, it’ll come from Kane and me, and you’ll know why you’ve earned it.”
“Speaking of punishments.” Kane looked at Alex while he flicked her nipple with an unhurried casualness that somehow amplified her helplessness and his dominance. “I’d say our sub’s due for the one she owes you.”
“Overdue.” The dark intent in Alex’s eyes sent a thrill through her. “But first, we can’t let our work here go to waste.”
“Good point.” Kane stared at her, obviously liking the look on her face since he grinned.
“Don’t you think after everything that just happened, I’m owed some hug time?” And maybe some dessert or they could play checkers or trawl through any photo albums they had hanging about. Anything would do if it proved a distraction.
The hard line of Alex’s mouth softened infinitesimally. “Oh, we’ll hug you, Red. Right after this, and then later, once we’ve claimed you at the same time. I’ll be inside you when Kane takes you from behind.”
She clenched around the vibes, reveling in the sensations. Her Doms would feel bigger, harder than what now filled her. That knowledge sent a further shudder deep inside her.
Kane stood, and then clicked something behind her chair that allowed him to move it out three feet from the dining table, giving him plenty of room to kneel in front of her. “Tonight, Olivia, we’re making you ours in every sense of the word. Before that I’m going down on you. I want that memory of your taste, your smell, when I take you later.”
He removed the vibe inside her, replacing it with his fingers. “Would you like that, baby? Knowing I still have the taste of you on my mouth when I’m taking your ass?” Quick hard pumps then slow ones mixed with fingers curled and rubbing against her walls, drawing the feeling of sensation tighter, making it more urgent. Little noises came from the back of her throat as her muscles gripped his fingers, wanting more, wanting it harder, faster. “Yeah, you like that.”
Alex moved behind the chair. She watched his arms come down over her. The sleeves of his black cotton shirt brushed her face like a soft breeze. With big open hands, he fondled her breasts, forcing them to swell. The pressure from the clamps, already tight, increased. She tried to move, to twist, but the straps and cuffs held her prisoner for her Dom’s touch. There was no respite. No mercy.
“Look at your nipples, Olivia. They’re like hard red cherries.” He pinched and tugged them, as if plucking the fruit from its stem.
She felt Alex’s breath a moment before he bit the soft flesh of her earlobe. His whisker-rough cheek brushed her jawline as he kissed her neck, reminding her of his masculinity and how much it enhanced her feelings of being dominated.
She looked down between her breasts, still cupped by Alex’s hands, to the top of Kane’s head, his coal-black hair so dark next to her pale flesh. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. She threw her head back, eyes closed. Hot pulses shot from her core in hungry, rapid waves. He rubbed his fingertips against the roof of her vagina. Each slow stroke teased in sharp contrast to the rapid licks of his tongue. The flurry of different sensations, coupled with Alex’s tugging of her nipples, pushed her to the very edge.
Then Kane twisted the plug in her ass, bumping against the thin lining separating the vibe from his fingers.
She went over in a desperate rush.
Hard, brutal tremors rolled through her body. She didn’t breathe, didn’t think just rode each wild bucking shudder as her body strained against its bonds.
Her cry was smothered by Alex’s hand on her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose. She shook her head, but the pressure of his hand remained steadfast. “This is what it means to be dominated, Red. Not by a selfish bastard, but by two Doms who know your secret fantasies, want that for you, and vow to make them happen, whenever and wherever the mood strikes us.” The rich timbre of his voice filled her ear as his other hand kept plumping her breast. “Remember that when you kneel at our feet.”
The firmness of his hand on her mouth allowed for no answer. She was completely theirs, helpless and wanting whatever dark, erotic act they decided to do to her.
She was theirs. Sub. Woman. Partner. Whatever and however much she could get. More importantly, she knew her heart went along with her submission. God help her, she was falling in love with Alex and Kane. Even as Olivia said the words to herself she knew there was no going back.
With one last gentle lick of her clit, Kane sat back on his haunches. His fingers slid from inside her, sending a flurry of tiny spasms in their wake. He removed the plug, then reached over for his black gym bag she knew held all their wicked toys and ropes. Grabbi
ng a clear baggie, he placed the plug inside, then tossed it back into the bag.
Then, with his gaze locked with hers, he reached in and pulled out a small penknife, flicking the blade up so it glinted in the light spilling down from the iron chandelier above.
“Mmmph.” Her heart pounded against her ribs. She made futile attempts to kick. What the hell was that for? Knife play was a hard limit for her. They knew that.
“To cut the twine on your clamps, sub.” Kane ran a hand down one leg, up another, soothing her as one would a skittish mare.
The warmth of his hand and the firmness of his touch helped reduce her heart rate from near exploding out of her chest to something resembling Olympic sprint champion.
Of course, he couldn’t have given his explanation from the start. Oh, no. Not these Doms. They took every opportunity to push her.
Bastards.
* * * *
Alex managed to keep his chuckle to himself, but if their sub’s glare had the power to destroy, his brother would be a pile of charred ashes.
He moved his hand from Olivia’s breast to skim over her chest, placing it just below the strap and over her heart. A little fast. But steady. A light taste of fear was good for a sub, reminded her that her Doms knew her limits, respected them, and those that could be pushed, would be.
He kept his mouth close to her ear. “Not a sound, little one, unless it’s your safe word.” Lifting away his hand, he nodded to Kane, who sliced through the twine tying the ends of the chopsticks on her clit clamp. He pulled the pieces of bamboo away, releasing the swollen flesh.
Kane threw the chopsticks into his toy bag. The barest whimper sounded through her tightly clenched lips, but she wanted to cry louder judging by the way she strained against the straps and cuffs.
“That’s it, darling. Nice and quiet.” Alex put his hand out for the knife, taking it from Kane. His brother spread his hands over her pussy, tracing the puffed lips. At each stroke of Kane’s finger her breathing hitched.
Beautiful.
Alex turned the blade backward, so the sharp end faced upward, away from her skin and traced the blunt steel over the top of her breasts. “Feel the coldness, Red.” The pulse point at the base of her throat jumped under her skin. “But no pain, no blood. That rush you’re feeling is your body’s flight or fight response. Adrenaline’s flooding your system. Your heart’s beating fast, your breathing’s increased, but I’m not hurting you.” Another swipe of the blade, this time closer to the bamboo clamp on her nipple. “We’d never hurt you that way, Olivia.”
He gripped her hair and tugged until he could see her face.
Green eyes stared up at him, but instead of panic they were filled with a wealth of trust that humbled him. Was there anything more beautiful than a sub’s belief in her Dom?
He couldn’t remember having a woman’s trust affect him so deeply before. Seeing Red had that kind of faith in him felt like a giant natural spring had risen up to the surface and overflowed across a parched landscape, filling in the crevices and awakening the dusty surface with its life-giving nutrients.
His heart was that parched landscape.
Hadn’t experienced this ever. Not even…fuck, but knew it was true, not even when he was with Caroline.
Deep in his chest a part of him expunged completely one tainted memory and embraced a new beginning. His past was just that—behind him. This gorgeous, intelligent, passionate woman was part of his future. Undeniably.
He needed her mouth, to claim and connect. His kiss was long and greedy. He pushed his tongue past her lips, expecting her hesitancy, but she gave in return, exploring, tasting and opening up herself in a display of generosity so befitting her nature. Except this intimacy, this part, was kept for only him and Kane.
His blood pumped hard in his veins. He wanted to stand tall and shout out his claim. There was nothing politically correct about his thrill of staking his possession of her as his woman, and he didn’t give a fuck. The need was visceral in its intensity. His hand gripped the penknife harder. The edges of the wood-carved handle dug into his fingers. There was something almost calming in the sharp bite into his skin.
But he knew a better way to maintain control and focus, and it involved having a little sub over his lap.
Ending his kiss, he looked at Kane and saw the undeniable sureness of a man who knew what he wanted, and that he had it in Olivia.
Alex rubbed his cheek over the top of her head. “You’ve moved mountains tonight, Red. Some you didn’t even know existed.” The lines between her brows showed her confusion. “Those revelations are for later. Now—” He traced the steel point against the edge of the bamboo. “It’s all about having some fun.” He gripped one end of a clamp and sliced through the opposite end’s twine bindings. “Brace, little one.” It sprang open, allowing him to slide the clamp free.
“OhmyGod.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“One more, baby,” Kane warned as Alex finished the job on the other clamp.
She sucked in a breath and held herself stiff in the chair.
He folded the penknife closed, then tossed it in the open toy bag. Using the calluses of his palms to best advantage, he scraped them over the tight beads of her nipples, loving the loud hiss she made each time he dragged his hands over the tender flesh.
“Please, it’s too much.” Her voice was like a hot, firm lick to his cock. He hardened further, but as much fun as this was, they had her punishment to deliver, and he wanted to get inside her.
“By all means, let’s get to your punishment.”
“The spanking? You’re really going to spank me after everything we’ve done?”
He met her stare, held it, watched her face redden, then the automatic drop of her gaze. Gripping her chin, he forced her head up. “I really am.”
Her tongue swiped her lips. He was tempted to trace them with his finger, but he refused to be distracted, no matter how sweet the reason.
Kane freed her ankles, and then unstrapped her thighs while Alex did the same with the straps around her waist and chest. After uncuffing her wrists, he kept a hold on her forearms as they helped her to stand. With Kane’s hands gripping her waist, Alex recuffed her wrists behind her.
“Hey, there’s no need for that.” She glared at him over her shoulder.
He smacked her ass, sending her rocking into Kane, and chuckled at her open mouth, loving the added bonus of knowing his amusement pissed her off. “Silence.” She needed to be reminded of who was in charge. “You’ll accept your punishment with grace or you’ll earn another five swats for every time we feel the need to remind you.”
He sat in Kane’s chair, then dumped her over his knees. Her soft gasp was soon lost over his chuckle. With his left hand he kept her hip in place and used his forearm to hold down her arms against her back. He kneaded the soft flesh of her bottom in readiness for what was to come. “Be a good girl and then we’ll take you upstairs.”
“Do I get some dispensation for being a newbie?” Nervousness added a higher pitch to her voice. “Maybe, you know, level two spanky pain instead of level five?”
His lips twitched. Thankfully with her over his lap, the little minx couldn’t see. “You’re forgetting, Red. There’s no room for negotiating when it comes to punishment.” His hand landed on her right butt cheek, then the left, then repeated the pattern. Four firm swats. More than “spanky pain level two,” closer to five. In truth, that was all he’d ever planned for her first punishment.
He rubbed the hot pink flesh. Maybe another two?
“Hey, that stung.” Olivia’s angry cry had a note of petulance. “Not nice. I thought spankings were a prelude to sexy times?”
Definitely more than two.
Kane crouched in front of Olivia and palmed her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “Spankings can run the full gambit from titillation to hard pain.” He ignored her soft gasp and kept talking. “Telling a Dom how to carry out a spanking won’t end well for the sub. In fact—” Glancing up
at Alex, he made sure their sub saw his grin. “I’d say it gives him a license to show her what a prelude to sexy times is all about.”
“I’m sorry, I won’t say anything more.” Olivia turned her face to the side, trying to meet Alex’s gaze. He caught a glimpse of wide green eyes. “Honest.”
“Too late, baby.” Alex nodded to Kane, who, after one last hard stare at their sub, resumed his seat.
“Since we were so rudely interrupted, we’ll begin again for ten.” He didn’t give her a chance to panic. Four quick, hard swats followed. Muffled curses mixed with half sobs. He rubbed her ass, spreading the heat, but also giving her a chance to regroup.
Two more swats, this time less hard, more suited to play. He watched her squirm on his lap, her thighs pressing together, rubbing. Interesting.
He checked Kane, who sat forward, his elbows on his knees. His brother’s slow smile proved he hadn’t imagined it.
“Her skin pinks up beautifully.”
Kane kneeled at her side. “That it does.” He squeezed her right cheek. A squeak sounded from their sub. “She has an attitude to match the hair.”
“I’m betting there’s more than attitude firing her up.” Alex grinned at his brother before pressing two fingers into her pussy. They glided in. She was slick, hot and ready for them. “Wet. So fucking wet she can’t hide the fact she enjoys a good spanking.” He pumped his fingers in and out, letting her hips buck against his movements. The walls of her cunt tightened around his fingers, his signal to cut her off. “Uh uh, sub. You don’t dictate how this goes down.”
Her mewl of protest had both her Doms grinning.
Alex moved his free arm out of the way. “Have at it, brother.”
Kane finished off with four playful swats, each on different parts Alex hadn’t touched. “Sweetness, after seeing you like this, you can bet we’ll be making the most of any opportunity to get you over our knees.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“That’s a given.” Alex pulled her up to sit on his lap, grinning at her angry cry as her ass rubbed against his jeans. “All part of the fun, Red.”