“We have plans for you,” Kemper said.
“Really?” she drawled. “Who would’ve thought?”
“Keep up the sarcasm, doll,” Crue said. “And I’ll tan that beautiful hide all the way to the ranch.”
“Ranch?” she asked, feeling the palpitations increase. “I thought we were going to Pahrump. I don’t want to go to Dad’s place. Not today, guys. Please.”
Brand’s steady hand was there to reassure her. “You never have to go back there if you don’t want to, Kelly.”
“Brock devised a plan B for our division,” Colt explained. “As soon as your father exposed the Underground Unit out here, they began making arrangements for a new training facility.”
“That must’ve cost them,” she said, her nipples spiking when Crue left his seat. Lifting the lid to one of the covered compartments, he brought out a black bag. When he turned to her again, there wasn’t any denying the lust behind his gaze.
“I guess this little trip isn’t just another ride, hmm?”
“You know better, Kelly,” Colt rasped, nipping at her ear.
Brand squeezed her knee. “This is for you. Relax and enjoy.”
Gabe massaged his neck. His face was flushed. He’d always been the one to blush over the little things. Sometimes his pink cheeks only pushed her buttons. She enjoyed taunting him.
Pushing her knees apart, Crue grabbed the first item from his wares. The small tube of lubricant was handed to Colt. He then dug in his bag of tricks and retrieved a dildo.
“Thank God you aren’t one for mass proportions,” she said, laughing at the size.
“Want to feel for proof, sub?” Crue asked, taking her hand in his.
Instead of placing her hand on his cock, he kissed her fingers, sucking her middle finger down to the knuckle. “You might change your mind.”
“No doubt, Sir,” she whispered, entranced from the moment he called her out as his sub.
Colt bit the corner off the packet and squirted some of the clear fluid on the toy Crue extended.
“This isn’t any dildo. It’s actually a vibrator,” Colt told her, coating the sex gadget.
“I gathered as much,” she said, after catching a glimpse of the switch on the side.
“And this is a remote control,” Kemper said, pulling a square device from his pockets.
“I see the others nominated the one with no mercy to hold the detonator.”
They enjoyed a few laughs and she wasn’t sure if the chuckles were at her expense or Kemper’s.
Crue pushed her legs apart. His hands slid up her thighs and hips. Rubbing his thumb across the crotch of her silk panties, he stilled as he watched her. “Damnation, she’s wet.”
“I told you. You’re trying to make front-page news for the latest in lifestyle fashions. What’s in and what’s out.”
He tucked his long fingers under the strings of her bikini-style panties and ripped the material away from her body. “I’ll show you what’s in.”
Then, he carefully spread her pussy lips, moistening his lips as he watched her. Without much more than a couple of wasted seconds, he inserted the small vibrator.
This was what she loved about Crue. He just didn’t mess around. With him, foreplay was a hardcore sport, a meticulous activity with a certain set of rules.
Her head fell against Colt’s muscular arm. “Good God. That’s hot.”
Crue gave her a lopsided smile and glanced at Colt. “Are your fingers warm?”
“I can only imagine what she’s feeling. They’re hot all right. The ginger in the lube is working its magic.”
She swallowed as she remembered a time when they’d used gingerroot in their playtime. “Ginger lubricant? Are you serious?”
“We had it made for you at a specialty shop,” Brand told her, apparently pleased.
Her pussy heated as Crue worked the toy in and out of her body. After a few thrusts, he backed away, leaving the head buried between her folds.
Her womb clenched as the hot and bothersome sensation left her breathless. “This isn’t fair, guys.”
Kemper held out the remote. He pressed a button and the head of the vibrator hummed, a slight penetration occurring as he changed speeds. “Nice?”
“Oh yeah,” she whispered, her head turning from side to side.
“How nice?” Brand asked, leaning down and kissing her.
As her lips met his, Kemper increased the speed and Crue tapped the end of the vibrator. She pulled away from Brand, but he cupped her nape and drew her mouth against his once again. “Not so fast.”
“I can’t,” she hummed, turning her cheek as he nuzzled her hair.
“Sure you can,” he told her, nipping at her ear.
Colt released the grip he’d kept on her shoulder and turned to his side, crossing one leg over the other as he sat facing her. Dragging his fingers over the neckline of her shirt, he released the top buttons. “Hmm, now that’s what I like to see.”
Crue retrieved another gift from his bag. A pair of red-and-silver handcuffs dangled from his fingertips. Sticking the key in a nearby door pocket, Crue handed the cuffs to Kemper, who quickly secured them around her wrists, which was a little awkward since he kept the vibrator remote in hand.
“Now we’re ready,” Kemper said, the hard male coming to the fore.
“Take these off. I can please you more if I’m not bound.”
“Hush, Miss Submissive,” Kemper said, punching another button.
“Oh God!” she screamed out as the toy danced between her folds. The zapping palpitations forced her hips away from the seat. Springing forward, she pumped at air, grinding out an unfulfilling rhythm an inch or two from Crue’s chin.
“Beautiful,” Gabe rasped.
She studied Gabe as he focused on her pussy. She wanted to encourage him, longed to have him participate. He looked up and grinned, evidence he suspected what she was thinking.
Crue never lowered his mouth. Instead, he stared down the bridge of his nose and moistened his lips. “You’re so sweet. That’s what you are.”
“No,” she said, her head flailing. “I’m not sweet. I’m not, Sir.”
“You are, sub,” Crue said, wagging his finger at Kemper.
Another button was punched and the toy performed in a swirling motion instead of the continual jabbing of repetitive penetrations. This, too, brought about a new wave of desire. Her lust kicked up a notch as Colt toyed with her nipple, his firm fingers rolling the beaded point around and around.
Her pussy was on fire. Her intimate lips quivered around the vibrator as Kemper palmed the device. His eyes lowered as he stared at her cunt.
“Need to come,” she said, breathless and aroused. “Please let me come.”
“Don’t whine, sub,” Crue said, slapping her bare pussy.
“Ah fuck,” she hummed, hoping he’d slap her waxed mound again.
Again he raised his hand. This time the pop was as enticing as the burn itself.
The smack fueled her unintended defiance. Her body undulated, grinding and pumping. “Oh! Mmm!”
Colt held her shoulders to the seat, but her bottom flew off the bench and her hips shot forward again. Her orgasm rocked through her body. “Please!”
Crue cursed under his breath. Yanking the toy from her pussy, he devoured her pussy lips, lavishing her with his meaty tongue as he pulled apart her folds. He lapped at her as she came, sucking up her release with his carnal sounds only leaving her more restless.
“I want to touch you,” she breathed, collapsing against the seat once the sensations ran their erotic course. “I need to touch all of you.”
“And you will, baby,” Colt promised her, bringing her body across his.
“But first, you’ll fuck. And you’ll fuck every one of us before we leave this car.”
* * * *
Colt had a way with Kelly. Crue would never understand their connection, but he finally felt comforted by their level of intimacy rather than slack by what he wasn’t able to giv
e her.
He knew who and what he was, but more than anything else, he knew who and what he was to Kelly. What he gave her, she needed. What he expected from her, she willingly provided.
She was his next ragged breath in a cold winter’s wind, and he was like a hot blanket, ready to cover and protect her when the truth chilled her to the bone. When she was too frightened to acknowledge what Daniel had done to her and why she’d been his easy prey, he gave her comfort. He provided security and strength.
Daniel had known his daughter’s weaknesses. He’d used them against her as eagerly and as simply as Lorenzo had quickly learned to do as well.
His gaze briefly met his brother’s before he returned his focus to Kelly. Gabe and Kemper had secured her hands behind her back before they helped her mount Brand. Now, that delectable chest of hers was in Brand’s face. He sipped at her nipples as she rode him and the poor bastard didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry.
Brand shifted his weight and thrust inside her with repetitive strokes, watching as his cock disappeared inside her walls. “How’s that feel?”
“Like heaven,” she said, her head tilting back and forth as she fucked him.
Crue took pleasure in the unfolding act. Gauging her desire, he realized she was only seconds away from her first satisfied cries of pleasure.
“Give me more, Brand,” she whispered. “Give it to me hard and fast.”
Only too happy to oblige, Brand threw his hips forward, pumping his ass up and down as he screwed his cock deeper. “There you go, baby.”
The sway of her beautiful body made her look as if she had been born to fuck, born to please the very men who wanted to share her. Ragged breaths filled the limousine. And her first whimpers of pleasure sealed the deal.
The sound of her voice made Crue’s cock hard, rigid with a fierce need. Kemper wasn’t in much better shape. A Dom to a fault, his control shattered before Crue’s very eyes.
Sheathing himself as he waited, Kemper stroked his cock, his eyes meeting Crue’s and then Colt’s. If he thought he’d take her alone, he was out of his mind.
Colt didn’t look as if he could wait another moment. Crue damned sure wouldn’t stand in line. He reached for her wrists. His fingers ran over the tight lines of her veins before he used the small key and freed her.
Rubbing her arms, he leaned over her back. Catching a glimpse of her pretty beaded nipples, he admired their shape. God, what he’d give to see those hard gems pierced.
He was a sick bastard. He knew better than to wish for things he couldn’t have. Pierced nipples subjected female operatives to the worst forms of torture if they were ever captured.
Female operatives.
He closed his eyes and considered what he’d witnessed earlier. Kelly could take care of herself. Her father had trained her well. She could kick some ass like a woman born to survive.
“Brand! Oh God! Brand!” The pleasure racking her body sent her into orbit as she slapped her hands against the roof of the limousine.
Daniel might have taught her to fight, but they’d taught her how to love.
The fucking was just a pleasurable perk.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Gabe somehow ended up following right behind Brand. He, too, took her one-on-one, but as she’d squeezed Gabe’s cock, milking his dick dry, she’d felt the sensual tension in the air.
Kemper dragged her away from Gabe’s body and she felt temporary abandonment. “We’re not done here, but we’re getting close to the ranch,” he rasped at her ear. “Miss Submissive needs to remember what it feels like to have three men possessing her body.”
“There’s only time for a quickie,” Colt said, glancing at Gabe as he discarded his condom.
Moistened by the earlier lubricants they’d used and a mix of her own juices from back-to-back orgasms, her pussy heated another degree as she watched the lust build in Kemper’s eyes. She shifted her attention to Colt and Crue. There wasn’t anything she loved better than a quick wham-bam with a few of them, especially after the foreplay she’d endured to prepare her.
Foreplay, hell. The fucking was intense, too incredible to downplay as mere foreplay.
Kemper oiled his cock with another lubricant. The ginger base wasn’t used this time, but it didn’t matter. The effects from the ginger still lingered. Her bottom burned from the liquid that had seeped between her globes when Colt had bathed the toy with the gingered substance.
Crue rolled a condom over his thick penis while Colt scooted to the end of the bench seat where he’d been sitting. Under some circumstances, their lack of fondling might have seemed too rushed, but after the day she’d had, after the week she’d spent worrying about their safety and their futures, she couldn’t wait for them to take her. They could claim her in any manner they felt she needed to be possessed.
Dragging her to the center of the floor, Crue stretched out first, bringing her body over his. Colt’s hips were barely grazing the leather seat behind him and Kemper clutched her torso, positioning his cock between her globes.
“My little Miss Submissive kept a secret from us,” Kemper said, dragging his finger down the seam of her ass.
“She did,” Crue said, nodding at Kemper.
Kemper struck her bottom with a solid smack.
“Ouch,” she rasped, but she didn’t squeal. The first swat made her feel as if the weight from her shoulders had been lifted.
“Like that, sub?” Crue asked, nipping at the fullness of her breast.
“Very much, Sir,” she whispered
He turned his head and glared at Kemper. It didn’t take long to figure out who was calling the shots. She felt the tears burn her eyes as Kemper spanked her—really burned her ass with a multitude of strikes.
“More, please, Sir,” she rasped, speaking to Crue more than calling out to Kemper.
Colt watched her with fierce intensity. He stroked his cock as he inched closer to her lips. Rubbing the texture of his prick over the shape of her mouth, he caressed her cheek. “You have a safe phrase. Use it.”
She shook her head and Kemper reached inside their bag of tricks now located next to his foot. Smooth wood ran across her bottom and she shivered as she thought of the coming minutes.
Crue gritted his teeth and rubbed the texture of his lips over one nipple and then the other. “You can’t take what we want to give you. Use your safe phrase.”
“No,” she said, defiance in her voice.
Kemper struck her with the paddle and her cunt felt as if they’d doused her in hot sauce. “Like that, Miss Submissive?”
Her body was wrenched in pain, soaked in pleasure. “Yes, Sir, I like it very much. Again.”
Crue’s upper lip curled. “Easy, Kemp.”
Colt slipped his cock between her lips and his taste sent her over the edge. She ground against Crue, trying to maneuver her body one way or another so she could encourage penetration.
Suckling Colt, she cupped his sac and squeezed, a little harder than intended, when Kemper struck her again. This time, she jolted forward and Crue caught her, holding her firmly around the rib cage.
“That’s enough, damn it!” Gabe screamed, clearly distraught.
“But it’s not enough. Is it, Miss Submissive?” Kemper asked, thick desire in his voice.
Tears streamed down her face. “No.”
Crue looked as if he couldn’t take another strike against her and at the same time wanted her to endure more. Perhaps that alone gave her the courage to ask for another spanking, to demand more from her dominant partners, regardless if one was willing to oblige and the rest were ready to slug him if he did.
Rising to Colt’s tip, she nuzzled the crest and turned her cheek, her tears mixing with her saliva as she studied the concerned faces surrounding her. Stretching as far as she could, she noticed the red welts on her behind, saw the lines, the defined red marks, and still lifted her gaze and demanded, “More! Damn it!”
“No!” Brand screamed, catching Kempe
r’s arm high in the air.
“She knows what to say if she can’t take another strike. If nothing else, she can stop making the damned requests,” Kemper said, his cock lengthening against her hip.
The paddle came down in repetition and she cried out, moaning and sobbing as the flat object finally dropped next to their bodies. Crue entered her with a sudden impalement. Colt slipped his cock between her lips and Kemper thrust inside her rectum, all three of them taking her, claiming her, making her feel whole again, taking away the heart-wrenching need.
More than anything else, their timing right then made her feel as if she’d earned and deserved their respect and admiration.
This moment wasn’t about abuse. It wasn’t about the submissive woman—their submissive woman being dominated and controlled. It was her way of showing them how much pain she was willing to endure for them, because she knew at the end of the paddle, at the completion of every strike, a man waited, a lover longed for her, and she belonged to someone who would always make the pain go away with the overwhelming assurance of exquisite pleasure.
The fucking then was absolutely incredible. The way their arms secured around her and their cocks thrumming inside her only mended her broken heart.
She’d been wounded, but they healed her. She’d been beaten down, but they lifted her up. And maybe Lorenzo wasn’t so far off base when he’d called her a whore.
She may have been a whore, but now she was a committed whore. And that in itself made her no man’s whore at all, but a lover who was adored and cherished by the men who knew who she was, what she needed, and how desperately she longed for their love.
* * * *
Kemper should’ve been smacked upside his head and dragged through the pits of hell, but as he watched her bottom close around his cock, and listened to her increased moaning, panting harder with their unified thrusts, he realized he’d given Kelly exactly what she’d expected.
Her demands, and the way he’d met each one, led her to the other side of pleasure, a heaven only Kelly knew. Largely in part because each of them understood how to love her and they knew what she needed, what she desired from each of them.
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