“You do understand there are consequences to your actions?” he asked.
She looked to Kale for support, but his expression was fierce. So much for divide and conquer.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“We’re going to punish you when we get home. You scared us both by running away, and you were disrespectful when you didn’t trust us to protect and care for you.” Kale’s tone wasn’t exactly harsh, but it didn’t bode well. His eyes might have been bright with desire, but his face was couched in pain. What she’d done to them emotionally finally set in. Now that her friends were safe, she realized her distrust of their ability to protect her had wounded them in a way she hadn’t expected.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think, just acted on instinct.”
No response. Both men were closed off from her, and she wondered what they had planned for her. They wouldn’t hurt her, but how else could they punish her?
The sound of their silence grated on her nerves all the way back to Riley’s home, and the drive seemed to take forever. Twice, she tried to start a conversation, but she was the only person talking. If silence was her punishment, she’d be begging for forgiveness in short order.
When the garage door closed behind them, Riley got out and walked inside without a word, leaving her with Kale. Still silent, he motioned for her to move ahead of him. The minute she stepped into the house, Kale put a hand to her shoulder. “Stop here and strip.”
She wanted to argue, but his expression was demanding, dominating. With care, she slipped her shoes off and removed her clothes. It wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t a striptease. It was strictly functional. When she was bare, Kale’s hand cupped the nape of her neck and directed her into the living room, where Riley waited.
A strange-looking padded sawhorse sat in the middle of the room. Kale walked her straight to the thing and said, “Spread your feet.”
Sara looked down and gasped. Leather cuffs hung off the legs of the sawhorse about two inches from the floor. “What is this thing?” she asked.
No answer. Instead, Kale guided her over the padded top, her belly fitting into the saddle-like area, and she realized there were cuffs near the floor on this side, too. Riley squatted in front of her, and he extended his hand to her.
His eyes never left hers as she put her hand into his. Anger still simmered, but her willingness to put herself in his care must have reached some part of him, because the rough expression softened just a little. Sara’s breath caught with the feeling of being trapped between both men. Kale’s hand went to her ankle at the same moment Riley wrapped the leather restraint around her wrist. They repeated the process on her left side, and she was done. Strapped to the bench, unable to move.
Silence and restraint.
She could hear them moving around her, the sound of their soft footsteps echoing within the emptiness of conversation. Sara closed her eyes, using her ears to place them in the room, stretching her senses to test the tension level, but she wasn’t that good at judging their emotions without seeing their faces or body language, so she assessed herself.
Remorseful, naked, slightly uncomfortable on the contraption where they’d placed her, and frustrated.
How was she supposed to make amends in this position?
Thwack.
Sara’s entire being became engulfed in the sensation of pain. Her bottom burned and her heart pounded. Lifting her head, she watched as two pairs of boots stepped in front of her. Kale and Riley each had a long leather paddle dangling from one hand.
Riley spoke first. “We’re going to take turns, sweetheart. If you relax, the pain will turn into pleasure. But tonight, the pleasure will be ours, not yours.”
Kale squatted, letting her see his face. “You will not come without permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“If you can’t take the pain, tell us. We’ll find another consequence for you. But you will still be punished.”
“I trust you. Both of you.”
“Good girl,” both of them murmured.
Their feet disappeared, and Sara let her head fall, trying to relax as much as the position allowed. The next slap of the paddle fell before she could loosen her muscles, and she clinched against the pain. A warm palm landed on the branded skin, rubbing the sting into her tingling rump. She let go of the discomfort, breathing deeply. Another leather pop fell on her other cheek and the sharp edge of pain began to grow. They picked up the pace, each taking a side and raining blows across her butt.
Sara panted, taking the torturous slap of the strap, each blow a little softer, a little harder, or a different angle from the last. After every third or fourth blow, a hand would work its way across her stinging flesh, a gentle reminder of their affection. Each time their hands caressed her, she relaxed a little more.
Again, the paddle fell across her hip. But this time, the sting penetrated differently. The sizzle of the blow worked below her skin, finding its way to her clit and starting an altogether new fire. Sara felt her body clench around an invisible cock, need pulsing through her body and pushing an enormous arousal into being.
She moaned when the next blow fell and again when Kale’s hand rubbed the sting deeper.
He knew.
The thought stunned her.
The paddle fell two more times, then Riley’s hand tapped a rhythm across her skin, and instead of flinching, Sara pushed against his hand, a silent re quest for more.
Two rough laughs met her ears, and the spanking stopped.
She cried out, wanting, needing more. Sara even tried a whimpered “please,” but Kale and Riley waited. Desire pulsed inside her, consuming her until she felt like her skin would burst from the tension.
A hand slipped between her legs, dipping into the moisture coating her lips, and she shouted with frustration as it withdrew before she could reach for orgasm.
“Not without permission, Sara. You must obey.”
“Yes, Riley.” Sara’s breath sawed in and out while she waited for their next move, hoping for permission to climax before she exploded.
A lighter slap of the paddle connected to her back, and Sara flinched, the pain radiating immediately to the focal points of her arousal. Her breasts ached in time with the pulse of her vaginal walls, and all she could do was surrender to their directions.
Two hands cupped her face. Kale. She lifted her eyes to his as much as she could. His face was clouded with need. He bent to release the wrist restraints and tapped her cheek. “Open for me.”
She did as he asked, and his thick cock slid onto her tongue. She lapped and sucked greedily, hoping to please him and get permission to come. The desire to pleasure him overwhelmed her, until all she could feel was his need. He pumped into her mouth, pushing deep, pausing at the back of her throat then sliding out until only the head of his cock lay on her bottom lip. He repeated the sequence again and again, until she was mesmerized by his rhythm.
Riley breached her core, sliding deep with one thrust, and she gasped. He grasped her sore hips to hold her in place and leaned across her back. The feel of his taut belly against her hypersensitive ass started a rapid pulse within her, and she cried out.
“Not yet, Sara,” he groaned. “You don’t get to come until both of us are finished. Do you understand?”
“I can’t stop,” she sobbed.
“Yes, you can. Control your body, or we will both pull out and wait until you cool down. Then we’ll start again.”
She nodded, willing to try, wanting to give them her all. She fought her body’s response, tamping down the ecstasy rising within her and focusing on pleasing Kale and Riley.
She opened her mouth and took Kale deep. Riley pushed forward, and they began to literally blow her mind. She lost track of time and place, even of the discomfort of the leather still around her ankles. All she felt was the pleasure she gave them and they returned. Kale thickened between her lips, his cock hardening even more, and he began to throb. She swallowed against
him, reveling in his groan of satisfaction. Hot liquid splashed against her throat, and she swallowed every drop he gave her.
Another shout from behind her, and she felt Riley flexing and pulsing. His thumbs dug into the soft tissue of her lips and pressed her wide open to bury his cock deeper as he released, his orgasm filling her.
She could feel her body reeling in need. She wanted to come. It was torture, the waiting, the heat flooding her from both sides of her body.
Kale’s hands slipped under her to cup her breasts. He rolled the tips into tight buds. “Come for us, Sara.”
She screamed, her body splintering into a million shards of sensation. Never had she felt so much, so completely satisfied. Her orgasm rocked and slammed against her skin until she fell limp against the padded bench.
* * * *
Riley eased out of her body, Sara’s still-contracting pussy protesting his exit. His heart beat rapidly, and he sucked in air like he’d just run a marathon. One glance told him Kale was in the same shape. But they couldn’t sit around recovering. They had more important things to do. Already, Kale was on the floor, his arms wrapped around her, cuddling her close. Riley leaned over, resting his head on Sara’s bare ass while he jerked the Velcro restraints open.
Together, he and Kale lifted her limp body from the bench, and Kale took her in his arms. Riley moved ahead of him, going straight through the bedroom and into the bath. He could hear Sara’s crooning comments as he started the water and added a liberal amount of bath salts.
Riley stepped into the oversized tub and sat at one end, opening his arms. Kale lowered her into the tub, her back resting against Riley’s chest as the water level rose, creeping over their bodies.
“I’m sorry I ran away,” she whispered, her words mixing with the rising steam. “I’ll be good.”
“You’re already good, Sara,” Kale replied, using a warm, wet washcloth to wipe the sweat off her face.
“Trust us, sweetheart,” Riley told her, his chin settling just behind her right ear. “We will take care of you if you let us.”
“I’ll remember next time,” she whispered. “Will you always spank me like that?”
“Did you like the spanking, Sara?” Kale’s voice was dark, smoldering, and Riley knew how Sara would respond to that tone. She was a natural submissive with an independent nature. She might argue with their everyday issues, wanting her way, but when emotional and sexual issues arose, she’d follow their directives.
Her resonant moan proved him right.
“Yes.”
Riley met Kale’s eyes and they shared a nod. She was theirs.
Chapter 16
Sara woke to the smell of men. It surrounded her, invaded her very bones, her brain unable to separate the scent from the world around her. And she was hot.
Not feverish, but the sense that she’d been lying on a beach for days filled her. She needed to get up, to move. Sara lifted her shoulders, pushing down with her hands to sit up, and groaned.
Her back ached, and her butt hurt where it pressed against the bed. The sheet on top of her kept her from sitting all the way up. Blinking, she discovered two large men, both visibly naked, at least from the waist up, next to her, one on each side.
She flopped back down on the pillow. They were both deep in sleep, and she didn’t want to wake them, afraid they might decide on a little midnight sex, and she couldn’t imagine her body handling any more at the moment. Hell, she couldn’t imagine more for the next week but doubted they’d be willing to wait a week.
She smiled to herself, knowing she wouldn’t really wait a week, or even a day, if they wanted to be with her again. The way they spoke to her, touched her. It drove her crazy, made her insane with lust and…love.
She was in love with them. Both of them. Well, she’d loved Kale for years. But Riley hadn’t wasted any time getting into her heart. He was persistently invading her space, her sexuality, and her sense of self. One look from him made her feel beautiful. And what woman could resist that kind of charm?
She had to get out of this bed. Nature was calling. But more than that, she needed a little space to think about how she’d fit into this world of theirs. Ignoring the sting of her butt, she wiggled upward, leaning against the headboard until she could get the rest of her torso out from under the covers. Then she crawled down the middle of the bed and fled into the bathroom.
They were still sleeping when she opened the door. Finally, a few minutes alone. She pulled on a robe and closed the bedroom door behind her, food firmly on her mind. Orgasms took energy, even if she was on the receiving end. Tiptoeing down the hall, Sara turned on the light over the stove, hoping it wouldn’t shine into the hall.
Kale and Riley were wonderful. Tender lovers, even when they went all dominant on her, and being with them was more than she’d ever imagined in a relationship. But a little time on her own was what she missed most about her apartment.
She pulled open the refrigerator and rummaged through the bins, trying to decide what to have for a snack, since it was too late for dinner and too early for breakfast. She found the leftover barbeque and put some on a plate but couldn’t bring herself to put it in the microwave. Didn’t want to wake up the guys. She put it back in the container and dug further, hoping to find something that could be eaten cold.
She settled for ice cream.
The perfect late-night snack when her head wouldn’t shut off. Worry swirled in and out of the crannies of her brain, just like the Blue Bell ice cream swirled around in her bowl. She felt safe with Riley and Kale but wondered what was happening with Paige and Emma. Those men from the meeting promised protection for her friends, but how could she be sure?
Sara left her ice cream bowl on the sink and walked over to the pile of clothes she’d left in the kitchen. Heat flooded her chest at the memory of what Kale and Riley had done to her the minute they walked into the house, and she reached out to steady herself with a hand on the countertop.
Damn it, they’d overwhelmed her with their dominance. Surprising, since she’d never thought of herself as the submissive type, but giving up control was a potent aphrodisiac.
Her bag was under all the clothes. Sara fished out her cell and scrolled for Paige’s number. No answer. She left a message, hoping she’d get a return call when her friend woke up. Next she called Emma. Same result, but more worrisome. Emma lived with her phone in hand. An unanswered call was an aberration for Emma, and Sara’s anxiety ratcheted up the scale from concerned to what-the-hell.
She left a message, the same one she’d left on Paige’s phone. Please call me. She sighed and set the cell on the counter next to her half-empty bowl.
A box materialized on the face of her phone. She had a message, no name, but at least something from her friends.
“Sara. Don’t expect to see those two lovelies again. I need the information you took from my company. I’m going to send you pieces of your friends until you give me what I want.”
* * * *
Kale rolled over and reached for Sara. When his hand met cool sheets, he blinked and sat up. The room was still dark, Riley sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. He stood and pulled on a pair of shorts then started down the hall. Moments later, he was running toward the kitchen, the sound of her tears fueling his body faster than food could.
She was a puddle on the bare tile, her robe pooling around her while she sobbed into her hands. Kale went straight to her, scooping her into his arms and carrying her into the living room. He sat on the sofa and cuddled her to his chest, whispering words he hoped would comfort until he could determine what caused her tears. He hoped it wasn’t anything they’d done.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how to help you.” He reached for a box of tissues on the coffee table and dabbed under her eyes, wiped her face, hugged her fiercely.
“Paige,” she cried, “Emma. He has them.”
“What? No, honey. They’re both safe.”
“He said”—she jerked in his arms,
pushing his hands away from her body—“he said he was going to send—”
Sara wailed, and Riley came flying down the hall, eyes wide and still half-asleep.
“What the hell happened? What’s wrong, Sara?” He slid to his knees in front of them, cupping her face and wiping her tears away with his thumbs.
Kale shook his head. “I found her this way a few minutes ago. She was on the floor in the kitchen.”
“Is she hurt somewhere? Damn, did we do this?” Riley asked.
“No. At least, I can’t find a particular spot she reacts to as pain. I think she’s worried about her friends.”
Riley stood and went into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and Sara’s cell. He handed the glass to Kale, who encouraged Sara to sip. After a few minutes, her tears subsided, becoming little, wet hiccups. Riley fiddled with her phone, and the last message repeated.
“Fuck. No wonder she’s so upset,” he said, sitting on the other side of her and wrapping an arm around her.
“That can’t be true. Let me make a few calls.” Kale eased Sara onto Riley’s lap and retrieved his cell from the charging station in his room. It took him about half an hour and several apologies, since it was three a.m., but he finally got a number for the NSA agents who’d agreed to protect Paige and Emma.
Three more calls and he had an answer. “Sara, I talked to both men protecting your friends. They are safe and sound, being well taken care of. Both girls are asleep, but you can call and speak to them tomorrow. Briefly.”
“Why briefly? Are they in jail or something? I didn’t want them to get locked up, just protected.”
“No, they’re not in jail. But neither of them is happy about being sequestered.”
“It’s better than being murdered or tortured.”
“Can we go back to bed, sweetheart?” Riley said with a yawn. “Everything will look better in the morning.”
He set her on her feet and Sara willingly followed them back to the bedroom. Cuddling between them helped her relax, and knowing Paige and Emma were safe allowed her to fall into a deep sleep.
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