Drake released an explosive breath, causing Remy to jump. She looked at him, surprised to see a gentleness come into his eyes. A gentleness with fire underneath, she amended.
“If it was up to you,” Drake began, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, “would you want to leave? Forget everything you heard in Monaco. Everything you think you heard,” he said, correcting himself. He waved a hand as if to dismiss all of it, making Remy wonder what the hell was going on.
She thought about what Drake said, looking back and forth between the brothers. She didn’t know what was happening, but she’d promised herself she’d be honest with them. She shook her head slowly, feeling immensely vulnerable as she opened herself up to the triplets.
“No.” Remy drew a great, shuddering breath. “If it was up to me, I wouldn’t go anywhere. But not as your teammate,” she amended. “I would love to stay if I belonged to you.” There, she thought. She couldn’t be more honest than that. Well, there was one more thing she could do to be totally honest with them.
“I’d want to belong to all of you. All three of you.” Remy emphasized the last point, glaring defiantly at Drake and sticking her chin out. Now that they’d forced it out of her, she wasn’t about to waste time feeling guilty about it.
“Well now.” Drake’s voice had taken on a silky quality, and he positively purred at her. “If that’s the case, perhaps it’s time we tell you what you missed during that conversation you definitely weren’t eavesdropping on.”
With that, Knox spun her around using his grip on her hand and planted a strong shoulder into her stomach. He stood, lifting her without any apparent effort, and made his way toward the stairs.
Remy’s breath huffed out of her at the sudden move. She’d been winded momentarily when Knox lifted her up. She grabbed onto the waistband of his jeans to steady herself and tried to lift her head to see where he was heading. She could hear one of his brothers—she didn’t know which one—pounding up the stairs ahead of them, and in her limited view of things, she could see the bare feet of brother number three following close behind Knox.
Remy’s assessment of her predicament was cut short as she realized that, while Knox held her firmly in place with a muscled arm wrapped tightly around her thighs, his other hand played across her bottom. He was stroking her there, his big hand moving slowly back and forth across her cheeks. Remy couldn’t bring herself to complain. The weeks of no contact, of believing they’d thought the very worst of her dimmed as she focused on the sweet caress of that big hand across her cheeks. She dropped her head and closed her eyes, her awareness zeroing in on where Knox touched her. Damn if she had any idea of what was going on, but she wouldn’t fight him so long as he kept touching her like that.
Remy’s eyes snapped open as the strokes of Knox’s hand on her ass stopped, and she realized in the same moment he’d stopped walking. She heard a door open ahead of them and stiffened, looking around the hallway and realizing they stood outside the door to Joss’s bedroom. She’d never been inside any of the triplets’ rooms before, mostly because she’d been terrified one of them would find her there and get the wrong idea. Or exactly the right idea, she thought with a grimace.
Nervous for the first time, Remy struggled slightly against the band Knox’s arm created around her thighs. The hand that had moments before been stroking her bottom came down on her tender cheeks, the gesture so fast she didn’t have time to clench against the fire that streaked from her ass straight to her pussy. In that moment, Remy realized the helpless position she was in, and damn, but it aroused her. She was over the shoulder of a pissed-off triplet who seemed content to take his aggression out on her ass. She couldn’t see either other brother now. She was ass-in-the-air over Knox’s shoulder. And with every thought that skipped through her mind, her pussy was creaming.
Remy struggled harder now, forcing Knox to use both hands to hold her steady. Not being sure which triplet had spanked her had Remy squeaking in outrage as she did her best to disengage herself from Knox’s hold.
“Let me go, damn you!”
“Be still!” Drake snapped before a hand came down on her ass once more.
Remy started to have a horrible suspicion. “Wait a minute...you bastards don’t think you get one last roll before I leave, do you?”
Three roars had Remy dropping limp in Knox’s hold. Great. Now she’d pissed them off again.
“As I said downstairs”—Knox sounded as if he spoke from between clenched teeth—“let us fill you in on the rest of that conversation. I’m sure you’ll be sorry you missed it.”
“But first”—Remy recognized Joss’s voice, and he sounded just as mad as Drake—“first let me welcome you to my room. I don’t think you’ve been in here before. Knox, put her down.”
With that command, Knox flipped Remy forwards and onto a padded surface so fast the room spun. She struggled to get her bearings, trying to catch her breath to take in the strange room she found herself in. When she was finally able to see straight, her mouth dropped open in shock. She could feel her eyes get as big as saucers as they darted from the strange paraphernalia on the walls to the massive bed on the opposite side of the room.
“Welcome,” Joss said, gesturing expansively, “to our playroom.”
Chapter 15
Remy thought she must be dreaming. Everywhere she looked she saw sex toys from whips and crops to plugs, from vibrators to dildos. Her gaze flicked back once more to the enormous bed on a raised platform, thinking to herself she’d never seen a bed that big before. It had to be a double king at least.
She felt like Alice down the rabbit hole as her eyes found one surprise after another. There was a padded swing with all sorts of straps and pulleys bolted to the ceiling, and what she thought was a St. Andrew’s cross affixed to the wall. She swallowed around a throat suddenly gone dry. She was in real trouble here.
“This is your playroom? All of you?” Remy had meant her voice to come out mildly curious, vaguely interested. She definitely hadn’t wanted it to sound so breathless and husky. She cleared her throat nervously.
“Yes, well, since we share our subs, it just makes sense to share a playroom.” Joss drawled his response, his words coating Remy in what felt like melted chocolate. He smiled a wolf’s grin at her, moving to sit on a small whipping bench across the room. “You didn’t know about it because we didn’t want you to know. We’ve been very careful about bringing subs home, and frankly, we haven’t brought any home for ages.”
Drake growled at her.“Stop trying to change the subject. Now about this conversation we were having in Monaco...”
Drake’s voice trailed off as Remy stopped focusing on it. Something much more interesting had caught her attention. Something much more interesting, but terrifying.
They’d tied her up.
Or, rather, tied her down, she corrected mentally. They must have done it while she was trying to get her bearings after Knox had flipped her back over his shoulder. She was lying on some sort of table like a massage table with padding that felt like leather. Her hands were bound over her head with enough slack for her to be able to move them side to side, but not enough for her to move them down to her body. Her legs were bound straight down but separately, and she breathed a small sigh of relief they hadn’t tied her spread-eagle.
Her relief was short-lived, though, as Drake reached out and pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her T-shirt.
Remy squealed, her body arching involuntarily toward the big fingers that held her nipple captive.
“Ooh! Why are you pinching my nipple?”
“You stopped listening,” Knox snarled at her from where he stood above her head. “Now you can be a good girl and listen to Drake, or we can start your punishment now.”
“P–p–punishment?” Remy stuttered, her attention torn between Knox’s words and Drake’s fingers. Her nipple was on fire, and the fire had started to spread.
“You’re going to be punished no matter
what,” Knox explained. “Either you can listen to what we have to say then take your punishment like a good girl... Then we can move onto more pleasurable pursuits, or we can start punishing you now, and we won’t stop until you’re ready to listen.”
“I’ll listen.” Remy’s voice came out as a little grunt, her teeth gritted against the painful pleasure that now radiated out from her nipple down to her pussy.
As soon as she promised, Drake released her nipple, and Remy gasped as the blood rushed back into it and made it throb. Drake caressed the sensitive nub once before stepping back to sit on the foot of the bed.
“So tell me, sweetheart…” Joss leaned forward, all traces of his former smile gone now. “What exactly did you ‘overhear’?”
Remy swallowed. It seemed like her only way out of this was to tell the truth, and since it looked like it was going to be a long night regardless, she figured it couldn’t get any worse.
“I heard you say you didn’t want to do this anymore.” Remy bit her lip. It still hurt to think about, although she was quickly getting the impression that something had gone terribly wrong somewhere along the line. “You said you wanted out.”
Unbidden, her eyes welled up and spilled over. She drew a shuddering breath, remembering how much it had hurt to hear them say they didn’t want to be with her.
Remy sniffled, trying to find some way of drying her eyes. With her hands tied over her head she didn’t have much luck. She’d closed her eyes, willing the tears to stop, when she felt a brush against her cheek. She opened her eyes and blinked through the tears, startled to see Drake looking down at her with a tissue in his hand.
“Blow,” he said, his eyes gentler than she’d ever seen them.
Remy sniffed, not wanting Drake to have to blow her nose like a child.
Drake’s eyes hardened. “Blow!” he insisted, pinching the tissue around Remy’s nose until she closed her eyes and blew, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Drake threw away the tissue, coming back with another one. He leaned over Remy, gently wiping the tears away from her eyes. For some reason, that just made Remy cry harder.
When she’d exhausted herself and was reduced to a sniffling, hiccupping mess, Drake patiently cleaned her face again and helped her blow her nose. Remy finally looked up at him and then looked over at Joss and Knox. Both were looking at her with such emotion on their faces that she had to look away. She looked once more at Drake, who had sat down on the edge of the table she was lying on.
“Why did that idea upset you so much?” Drake’s eyes bored into hers, and she knew there would be no more hiding from the truth.
“You know why.” Surrounded by them, reduced to a state of total helplessness, Remy still had trouble saying the words.
Joss came closer, brushing his hand across her hair. “We want to hear you say it.” He smiled, a small lopsided smile filled with affection.
“I love you.” There it was, blurted out before Remy could think. “I love all of you.”
Knox approached, and Remy felt safe and cherished with all three brothers surrounding her.
“We’re crazy about you.” Knox’s admission was gruff, the harshness of his voice belied by the tender look in his eyes. “We’ve been in love with you pretty much since we moved in together.”
Remy was stunned.
She looked from one triplet to the next, seeing the truth written on their faces. They loved her. There was only one thing left she didn’t understand.
“If you love me, why did you want to end things?”
Joss snorted. “You’re a bad eavesdropper, you know. You don’t bother to make sure you hear the whole conversation.”
“We didn’t ever say we wanted to end things with you,” Knox explained. “We wanted to quit this line of work, maybe go into something a little safer. What we said”—he leaned forward, gripping Remy’s chin and forcing her to meet his eyes—“is that we wanted to get out of the game and didn’t know if you’d be willing to come with us.”
“We figured we might have to convince you.” Drake’s voice was low. “We didn’t know if you cared more about the team than you did about us. We know how important your work is to you.”
Remy reeled. Everything she’d worked for, all the things she’d done to get further ahead in her career were forgotten in an instant. What was the good of being the best at what she did if she couldn’t share it with the men she loved?
The absurdity of the situation struck her. Here she was, tied to who-knows-what kind of sex table in the triplets’ playroom, and they were worried about how much she loved her work. Remy started to laugh. Once she started, she couldn’t seem to stop. She giggled and snorted, rolling from side to side and eventually quieting down to little titters.
The triplets were looking at her like she was crazy.
“Um, why is that funny?” Drake looked so bewildered Remy giggled again. It wasn’t an expression she was used to seeing on his handsome face.
“I’m laughing because you have no idea why I’ve worked so hard since I’ve been part of your team.” Remy could feel her whole face lift with joy, her whole being lighter than it had been in weeks.
“I spent so much time in the gym because I was trying to flatten my tits and ass. I didn’t want you to see me as a woman. I didn’t want you to think I was weak.
“I tried to be such a hard ass on the team so you wouldn’t know how attracted I was to you.
“All the times I wore pants were so I wouldn’t leave wet spots when you brushed by me and it made me wet, and so I’d come off like just another dude.”
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While Remy talked, Knox couldn’t believe his ears. He listened to what she said, sharing the same look of shock with his brothers as they realized how long they’d been trying to figure out what to do about their mutual attraction. His heart swelled as he looked at her.
Well, not only his heart, he amended. Taking in the sight of Remy bound to the table in the playroom did excellent things for his cock. Always at half-mast when in Remy’s presence, Knox was feeling really good about letting it off its leash.
Gone was the need to be careful about introducing her gradually to their kinks. Gone were the fears she’d be disgusted they wanted to share her. Now there was nothing left but the lust churning through his balls. Knox smiled as he withdrew a pair of scissors from a drawer. Remy didn’t even notice as he began cutting her clothing off of her, and Knox paused for a moment to enjoy the view. Nothing had ever looked as good to him as Remy tied naked to the table in his playroom.
Knox amended that last thought. She looked good now, yes, but there was also the matter of Remy’s punishment, and Knox was willing to bet she’d look sexy as hell when they were done with her. He glanced down at the woman he adored, smiling slightly to see that she seemed to be set on “confession” mode. She was still babbling about all the things she did to try and make sure the triplets never noticed she was female, and he glanced at his brothers. They both had bemused expressions on their faces, and Knox waved sharply to get their attention. He raised a single eyebrow, and with that single look, they all knew what to do.
Chapter 16
Remy felt fantastic.
For the first time in weeks, she felt light and free. She’d finally admitted to herself and the triplets how she felt about them. She was even excited about the new life that waited for all of them on the other side once they left their current line of work.
Remy savored that thought. She imagined what it would feel like to be able to travel when they wanted to rather than when they had a job to do. She remembered the days she’d spent with the triplets one-on-one in Monaco, allowing herself to fantasize that days like that would happen more frequently. Now it looked like it was going to become a reality!
Remy brought her attention back to her current reality and felt like she’d been plunged into a tub of cold water. She’d forgotten her current predicament, but it came rushing back when she looked around the room and saw Drake, Jo
ss, and Knox standing around the table, looking at her with burning lust in their eyes.
They’d removed their shirts.
That was the first thing Remy could focus on as her eyes devoured them, and she began to wiggle a little bit where she was bound. She was dying to run her hands over their cut chests, taste their flat nipples, and cling to their broad shoulders as they took her to heaven.
The second thing Remy could focus on was what each brother held. Knox was slapping what looked like a leather paddle against one of his palms, and her eyes zeroed in on the sight as her ears took in the sharp thwack it made each time Knox brought the paddle down. Remy felt her eyes get big as she looked up from the paddle to Knox’s face. He was grinning at her evilly, his eyes shining with a deadly combination of mirth and lust.
“You’re not going to hit me with that, are you?” Remy’s voice came out more timid than she would have liked, and she swallowed around the breathiness she heard. Part of her hoped Knox would say no, since that paddle looked like it was going to sting, but a bigger part of her hoped the answer was yes. She couldn’t quite bring herself to voice her desires aloud, but she trusted Knox would be able to read her.
“I most certainly am.” His voice was low and gravelly, making goose bumps appear on Remy’s skin. “Although I take offense to the word ‘hit.’ What I’m going to do is spank your sweet ass with this paddle.”
Remy drew a shuddering breath, allowing her gaze to dart over to Joss. He was holding a soft-looking rope in his hands, along with a long feather that ruffled each time he moved.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Joss leered at Remy, his handsome face split wide by the wicked grin. “I’ll take over once Knox has had his fun.”
Remy struggled to see if he was holding anything else but couldn’t move enough to be able to. She gave up, directing her gaze to Drake. She felt her nervousness and her arousal start to soar as she looked at the mess of thin chains in his hands.
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