Collaring Colleen [Tales from the Lyon's Den 2]

by Cara Covington

  For a long moment Daniel looked at her. When he spoke, his words were quiet, but their tone, as well as their meaning, somehow reached deep inside her. “That was a hard thing you had to do, pet. You had to step up and take over, be everything for your sister, to keep what was left of your family together. Do you know you did a very good job? You woman-upped magnificently. Rob and I are both very proud of you. But now it’s time for you to rest. You can rest in us, Colleen, and while you do, we’ll keep those balls of yours in the air for you.”

  The sob that tore out of Colleen’s chest shocked her. She couldn’t look away from Daniel as another and then another emerged, feeling as if they’d been ripped right out of her very soul.

  Daniel nodded then reached for her. He lifted her onto his lap then wrapped his arms around her, holding her more securely than she’d been held in what felt like forever.

  The sobs slammed her, with blows both painful and sweet, and all she could do was cling to the sanctuary Daniel offered. Rob was there, too, his hands on her, rubbing her back, squeezing her shoulder—bracing her, as Daniel braced her even as her body raged.

  Sobs dwindled to hiccups, and still Colleen clung. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to let go.

  “Have you chosen a safe word, pet?”

  Colleen sat up, took the tissue that Rob offered her, and mopped her face. She nodded in response to Daniel’s question. One deep cleansing breath calmed her enough to speak. “Yes, Sir. It’s ‘stat.’” When a corner of his mouth quirked up in a bit of a smile, she shrugged.

  “I suppose you can take the doctor out of the O.R…” He didn’t bother to finish the thought. “Feel free to say whatever you want to say.”

  Moments ago, she wouldn’t have believed it possible, but she actually smiled. “I’m not overly imaginative.”

  “It doesn’t matter.” He grinned. “Christopher Lyon’s wife, Daisy, who is also his sub has ‘snowball’ as her safe word. Chris gave it to her himself when they first met because he thought at the time there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell she would take to his lifestyle.” Then Daniel tilted his head to the side but kept his gaze on hers. “I’m not sure what his husband, Rory’s, safe word is.”

  Did he think to shock her with that information? She could see him one dungeon master and raise him a psychologist. “I have a colleague who’s a psychologist. Her name is Charlotta Carmichael Benedict…and she’s married to two cowboys, Jesse and Barry Benedict.”

  “Well, now. It would seem we have some mutual friends in common. It’s nice to know that you’re not put off by people living in a ménage relationship.”

  “That would be hypocritical of me, under the circumstances, don’t you think?”

  “I have a feeling you might be many things, pet, but a hypocrite isn’t one of them.”

  “No, Sir. At least, I try not to be.”

  “We’re going to take the rest of this scene up to your bedroom. While you were relaxing so sweetly earlier, Rob prepared the space for us.”

  Before she could get off his lap, he stood with her in his arms. She squeaked, and he chuckled. “You’ll get used to us picking you up and carrying you. But this time”—he set her on her feet—“please follow Rob up the stairs. I want to watch your pretty ass as you walk.”

  “Yes, Sir.” How did he know to lighten the moment when she needed it the most? Over the years there hadn’t been much time for her to be emotional. How many times had she willed away her tears?

  Too many times. As she followed Rob up to her bedroom, she thought that just maybe that was something she would no longer be able to do. No, it’s something I will no longer be allowed to do.

  The top sheet and comforter had been removed from her bed. Daniel had entered the room and walked over to a large satchel she hadn’t seen before. When he turned back to her, he held a bundle of rope in his hand.

  White, almost shiny, the rope beckoned to her. She understood the significance because she’d read a bit about the art of Kinbaku just a few hours before.

  Her nipples pebbled, and she felt moisture between her legs.

  “I’m not going to do anything too complicated for this first time, and going forward, what I do will depend upon your flexibility. The purpose isn’t to torture or even to give me pleasure. The purpose of this exercise is to see if we can fill a need for you. Put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers.”

  Colleen had no sooner done as commanded than she felt Daniel begin. The sensation of the rope against her skin wasn’t the least bit scratchy.

  “I mostly use Japanese silk.” Daniel said that as if he’d read her mind. “It has a nicer feel against the skin. I learned this art years ago. It is an art to me, pet. You can be certain I’ll take care not to harm you.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she was completely unable to move her hands, or her arms, which were currently wearing sleeves of rope. Then the rope encompassed her like a hug, outlining her breasts but not binding them too tightly. When she felt Daniel move away from her, Rob stepped forward, picked her up, and laid her on the bed, on her right side.

  “Let me know if your arms go numb or if you get uncomfortable,” Daniel said. He took up the long piece of rope that appeared to be dangling from her arms. After setting her left leg so that it was bent at the knee and placing her left foot flat on the bed beside her right one, he began to weave his rope magic. In this position, with her legs spread so widely, her pussy was on full display.

  When he was done, he stood back, his gaze thorough as he inspected his work—and her body.

  “How do you feel?”

  She knew he was asking for a report on more than just the physical. She’d gone into this, more or less, as a scientist. But she couldn’t reason her way out of her honest answer.

  “Safe. Secure. Like…like I do sometimes just before I close my eyes to go to sleep. When I tuck in my back as well as my front, cocooning myself in the blankets completely.”

  “You don’t feel claustrophobic or threatened?”

  “No, Sir. Nothing like that.”

  “Good.” He stood before her, this man she hadn’t known very long but whom she’d accepted. There was a part of her—her extreme unscientific part—that felt in a way as if she’d recognized him, right from that first moment. Rob, too, and it was beyond shocking to her that she’d feel that way toward one man, let alone two.

  Serenity surrounded her, and the only thing she could think when Daniel and Rob took off their clothes, was “oh, goody.”

  Daniel climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on his left side, facing her. She felt the bed dip and then felt the heat from Rob’s body seep into her.

  “Rob?”

  “Looks good. Sweetheart, can you wiggle your fingers for me?”

  She could, of course she could, though she wondered why she needed to. Despite being on a bed, naked, and lying between two hot men who were also naked, she felt so…languid.

  “Pet?”

  She wiggled her fingers then sighed.

  “Circulation and function appear to be fine.” Rob said that then leaned over and kissed her shoulder.

  Daniel grinned. “Feeling good?”

  “Mmm.”

  He raised one eyebrow at her then shifted his gaze. “Your breasts are pretty. They’re also just the right size for us. Don’t you think so, Rob?”

  “I do, indeed. I wonder how they taste.”

  Colleen blinked, and when Daniel smiled, she felt as if she’d done something extraordinary.

  “I’m about to find out.”

  She watched as he moved, as his head lowered, and then she felt the hot moist possession of his mouth on her left nipple.

  Heat swamped her, a hot, shimmery heat that radiated from her nipple out to every part of her body. She knew there was no sinew connecting nipple to clit, and yet as her clit quivered in response to Daniel’s hard draw, she had to wonder.

  “Sweet,”
Daniel said. He moved and took her mouth, a deep kiss that nearly overwhelmed every thought in her head. He eased back and then stroked her face.

  “How do you feel?”

  “I…kind of a bit like I’m floating. As if I’d had a really strong alcoholic drink. Good. I want more, Sir.”

  “More of the floating or more of me?”

  “Both, Sir.”

  “Then more you shall have.”

  Their hands moved on her, a light, almost ethereal caress that made her nerve endings shiver in excitement. A brush against her nipple, here, a finger through her labia, there, every touch awakened, pleasured, and grew the need within her.

  She felt a finger find its place between the cheeks of her ass, and she couldn’t hold back the moan of raw sexual arousal that shot from her anus to her nipples to her clit.

  She sighed, relaxing in a kind of sexy haze as those touches lit her up. The butterflies in my belly have gotten loose and are alighting all over my body. It was the most erotic as well as the most amazing feeling she’d ever experienced.

  “We’ll bind you longer, next time. Right now, we both really want to have you, pet. Another time, I’ll take you while you’re floating. But this first time, I want every one of your senses focused on the moment.”

  Colleen wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that. But as he released her from her bonds, as he and Rob took the time to gently massage her arms and legs and her senses sharpened just slightly, she thought she understood.

  Endorphins might indeed be the chemical involved, but Colleen knew she’d just had a tiny taste of subspace, and she did indeed want more of that.

  Then Daniel reached down and caressed her pussy with a single finger, caressing from the bottom of her opening to her clit. At the same time, Rob ran a finger up the crack of her ass, across her anus, as he’d done while she’d been bound. Mentally sharper now, the sensation evoked another need, one surpassed any she’d ever felt.

  Colleen wanted, more than anything, for these two men to fuck her.

  Chapter Nine

  There should have been no surprises here, no mysteries. Yet the moment Daniel drew her into his arms, the first moment she felt every hot, hard inch of his flesh pressing against hers, she left all she knew behind and entered a stunning new land of discovery.

  Rob moved in closer, spooned her, and Colleen felt nearly as good as she had within the cradle of Daniel’s ropes. Their heat seeped into her, their aromas enticed her, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Colleen became horny. And not mildly interested horny, either, but a wonderful please, God, fuck-me-now horny.

  Daniel’s mouth covered hers, and she sank into his kiss. His tongue thrust its way into her mouth, moved over hers, over her teeth, and touched every part that had already tasted saliva. Colleen could only hold on and drink. Her arousal continued to climb. Hands that had grasped his shoulders tugged, her message clear. Cover me. Fuck me.

  Daniel lifted his lips, his gaze fierce on hers. “You’re not in charge, here, pet. We are. We command. You submit.”

  Damned Dom. Before she could even express that thought, he kissed her again, pressing against her until she lay supine. As his lips and tongue plundered, his hand roamed, plumping her right breast. Then fingers found that nipple, plucked and pinched hard.

  Everything within her spiked, an electrical charge run amok as it traversed her body, setting fire to every erogenous zone, making both nipples hard and her pussy wet and wanton. Her hips moved, an undulation completely beyond her control, as was the whimper of need that emerged from deep within her.

  Daniel ended their kiss. Fingers on her chin turned her head, and then Rob’s mouth replaced Daniel’s.

  Rob’s kiss was as hot, as carnal, and as arousing as his friend’s. He proved himself every inch the Dom with his command of her, the way he took her over and then took her deep. She felt Daniel moving down her body and didn’t know where to focus because everywhere these two men touched her, she burned for them.

  The decision was wrenched from her when Rob broke their kiss and grinned. Then he looked down her body, and she followed suit.

  From between her widely splayed legs, Daniel grinned up at her. “Now I’m going to eat your pussy.”

  The bawdiness of his words matched the edge of her arousal. He gave her no time but flicked a look at Rob. Did they share telepathy? Colleen had no idea. All she knew was both men moved. Rob took her wrists in one of his hands and stretched her arms above her head and laid his other arm across her middle—effectively immobilizing her.

  Daniel used his mouth to claim her pussy as commandingly as he’d claimed her mouth. The cry he tore from her overflowed with need, a need she’d barely acknowledged her entire life but that now threatened to undo her completely. She felt the roughness of his tongue as he lapped at her pussy, as he used it to gather her juice. The brush of it against her clit shot her hips off the bed or would have, had she not been held down with such strength.

  Rob bent over her and ran his tongue over her left nipple. Then he closed his lips over it, gave it a small nip, and sucked her deep into his mouth.

  Daniel stopped his oral stimulation. “Don’t come, pet.”

  Colleen whimpered. She couldn’t have heard right! Rob’s laughter vibrating against the wet flesh of her nipple told her she had, indeed.

  “You may only come when we say so. Let’s see how high you can fly, first.” Rob returned to her nipple while Daniel took long, slow licks of her pussy.

  Heat and arousal shivered through her, a titanic force she doubted she could ever control. Her only recourse was to try and distract her mind. Don’t think about how badly you want to come. Think about something else. Colleen closed her eyes and focused on dissecting the human heart, beginning on the right side. Brachiocephalic artery, superior vena cava, right pulmonary artery, right pulmonary veins…her thoughts shattered as horniness bubbled through her like liquid lava, destroying the ability of her mind to focus, to think. Fingers traced the opening of her pussy then gently penetrated her body. Daniel’s fingers… Again, her thoughts sizzled away, an electrical circuit blown as more pulsing, surging thrills shot from nipples to clit to whatever it was inside her Daniel began to stroke. She bore down, as if she could by pure will stop the erotic swell of Eros’ magic. It grew and grew, and Colleen whimpered, not even realizing she was begging until her words rose in volume.

  “Oh, please, please, please, please, please…”

  “Come for us, baby.”

  Thank God. Those two words were a mere shadow of a thought, overwhelmed by the eruption of her climax, a volcanic explosion so fierce, so wild, she screamed. Heart pounding, pussy pulsing, breath heaving, she didn’t for one moment know if she was having a heart attack along with the best orgasm, ever.

  Pleasure so profound filled her. Wave after wave of the most extraordinary thrills lifted her, changed her, so that she didn’t know anything, except a sudden and keen craving for more.

  Aftershocks washed through her as she returned to earth. Rob eased back from her, and then Daniel moved up her body, a predator about to claim his prey, moving on hands and knees, his gaze fixed on hers.

  She felt the brush of his condom-covered cock against her drenched folds and could smell the perfume of her climax on his glistening face.

  Then he moved, pressing into her, his thrusts short and gentle but relentless. She hadn’t realized how large his cock was but welcomed the sting, a sting that seemed to reignite her arousal. Then, finally, she held all of him in the cradle of her body. Colleen had never felt so full, had never loved the feeling of having a man’s cock inside her. She loved this feeling, a lot.

  “Wrap yourself around me, give me your mouth, and hold on.”

  She didn’t think. She simply obeyed. The flavor of them both in that kiss, darkly carnal, fueled her arousal. His tongue plundered her mouth as completely as his cock plundered her pussy, and Colleen surrendered to the moment, and to the man. Daniel thrust into her, ha
rd and fast and deep, and she wanted more and more and more.

  The orgasm came suddenly, a full, heaving, throbbing erotic thrill that took her apart down to her last cell then threw her back together again. On her, in her, Daniel stiffened then groaned. She felt the pulsing of his cock inside her body, reveled in the heat filling the condom, and cherished the press of his cum-filled condom on the edge of her cervix. For a heartbeat she wondered what it would be like if he’d been naked within her. Then the question passed as he allowed himself to rest on her. She held him, this her lover, and she felt new, changed, sated.

  He raised himself on his arms, removing most of his weight, but not his presence. His gaze met hers, and the sense he could read her thoughts, though not logical, was real.

  “Tell me, pet.”

  “It was more than I knew there could be, Sir.” The title tumbled from her lips without thought.

  His smile, slow and very smug, somehow tickled her inner woman. She might be destroyed, thanks to him. But he was sated and smug, and that had been all her doing.

  “You’re very tight, pet. It had been a long time for you.”

  “Yes, Sir. Years, but definitely worth the wait.”

  “We’ve only started. I believe Rob needs you, now.”

  She turned her head to the left, to where Rob lay on his back beside her, his condom-covered cock erect and in his hand as he stroked it. His gaze fixed on hers.

  “Do you need me, Sir?”

  “Yes. I need you to climb aboard, impale yourself on my cock, and ride me.”

  She looked back at Daniel, who grinned, and eased himself from her body. The moment he stood, she turned her attention to Rob and got on her knees. Colleen took a moment to look at the way he was splayed before her. She was a smart woman and should be able to figure this out.

  “Straddle me.”

  She did as he asked. When he lifted her slightly, she reached down and placed his cock at the opening of her pussy. He brought her down, slowly, and inch by inch, she found herself impaled once more.