“Relax,” someone whispered. She thought it was Justice.
Lips closed over her right nipple and began to suck at the exact time the warm, wet finger slowly slid into her back entrance.
Lauren let out a sigh, the sensation new to her and decadently good.
“Do you like?” It was the voice coming from behind her again.
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, arching her back the slightest bit, pushing against the finger that began to move tentatively in and out. The mouth released her nipple with a small pop.
“Can you take more, do you think? Do you want more?” Justice asked.
“More, yes, more,” she said, her body on fire.
“Let me distract her a bit,” Morgan said.
A hand slid down her front and dived into her pussy cleft. Fingers pinched her clit, rubbing deliciously.
“Yesss,” Lauren hissed between her teeth, her head rocking back.
Justice moved behind her, his cock sliding between her legs against her ass. She wriggled.
“Widen your legs, Lauren,” Justice said.
Gripping the chain above her head, she slid her feet as best she could, which opened her pussy cleft wider also, the fingers rubbing there sending her close, so close.
“Does it feel good, Miss Brooke?” Morgan asked, so close she could feel his breath against her mouth.
“Mmm, good, yes, good.”
“Don’t come yet. Not yet, Miss Brooke.”
“I can’t…can’t wait too much longer,” she answered. Her body vibrated, her legs getting weaker.
“Bend forward if you can, just a bit,” Justice instructed.
She did slightly but not much. She wasn’t able to move much trapped between the two of them, shackled to the chain as she was. She was bound. A wave of heat washed over her at the thought.
Hands gripped her hips, one on each side. “Here we go, Morgan,” Justice said.
The ministrations on her clit increased. A cock probed her ass from behind, grazing her back entrance then pushing against her. “Oh my God,” Lauren gushed, Justice’s cock entering her ass, sending shivers of sparks up her spine. Instantly the hand at her clit disappeared and her mouth was crushed beneath a hungry kiss.
“Jesus, you are so tight,” Justice said behind her as he started to move, to fuck her, to move deeply and stretch then pull back. Morgan released her mouth. “What do you feel, Miss Brooke? What do you want?”
She opened her eyes a crack and looked directly into his as Justice moved in and out behind her, fucking her. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice low and demanding. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Morgan smiled widely then moved back a bit, centering himself. “As you wish, Miss Brooke.” Then he speared her pussy with his cock, all the way to the hilt.
Lauren threw her head back and let out a guttural scream, the orgasm crashing into her. Her heart stuttered as she gulped air. Her legs could no longer hold her, but it didn’t matter.
Justice dived deep in her ass, pulling out as Morgan dived deeper yet into her pussy. The twin cocks fucked her in a rhythm she’d never forget. Her stomach clenched, her muscles pulsing.
“She’s coming so well, milking me,” Morgan said.
“Yeah, mmm, I feel it,” Justice said. “I want to taste her.”
Lauren was coming down from the heights but wouldn’t be down for long, she knew. “More,” she said. “Fuck me more.”
“Yes, baby,” Justice whispered in her ear. “We will.”
Lauren could smell their sex and their sweat. Her body rocked with the assault of two men spearing her in front and behind. The chain holding her rattled above her.
“Morgan, have you tasted her?” Justice asked.
“Yes. I still do. Come closer,” he said.
Lauren opened her eyes, watching them through lowered lashes. Justice leaned forward over her right shoulder. Morgan met him there, still moving slowly inside her.
The two men melded together at the mouth, their tongues tasting each other, searching.
Lauren thought it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her insides began to coil again, winding tightly.
“Mmm, you taste so…so sweet,” Justice said then licked Morgan’s lower lip. Their mouths met again with a hunger.
She closed her eyes. Lauren could hear them, sighing, kissing, sucking each other’s tongues. One of them moaned deep in his throat.
“I’m going to come,” Lauren whispered. “Come with me.”
The men began to stiffen. Lauren could feel them swelling inside her as their hungry mouths devoured each other over her shoulder.
Then the dam broke, and she spiraled off into oblivion, both men shooting hotly inside her. It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure-filled blackness encompassing her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she surfaced, both men breathing heavily against her.
Morgan slid out of her, backing away. Then Justice.
“Hold her,” Justice said. “She can’t stand. I don’t want to hurt her arms.”
Morgan grasped her around the waist while Justice reached above and unlatched her cuffed hands from the chain. Morgan caught her against his chest. “Limp little woman,” he said, sliding his arm behind her knees and lifting her into his arms.
Lauren licked her lips. “Water, please.”
“Take her to the whirlpool, Morgan. I’ll meet you there,” Justice said.
* * * *
Justice left Morgan to take Lauren to the whirlpool room and returned to his own office. He grabbed a robe from the back of his office bathroom door and slid it on. Then he retrieved three bottles of water from the small refrigerator beside the filing cabinet and exited the office.
Entering the whirlpool room, he found Morgan removing the handcuffs from Lauren’s wrists. She was lying on a chaise lounge, looking extremely relaxed and utterly exhausted.
“Here you go. Drink up. You’re probably dehydrated.” He handed a bottle of water to Lauren, who was rubbing her wrists. “Your wrists are okay, I hope.”
She nodded, taking the bottle from him. She opened it and took a long drink before answering. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m…more than fine.” Then she giggled, running a hand over her forehead. “That was—”
“Amazing,” Morgan finished for her. “I’ll be going to take a shower now,” he said, taking a bottle of water from Justice. “Miss Brooke, very nice to meet you. I hope you’ll enjoy your employment at Cane, Moss, and White.” Then he smiled and headed for the door.
Lauren stretched her legs and lay back, sipping her water.
“Ready for a soak in the whirlpool? So your muscles don’t cramp up,” Justice said.
“Yes. That would be lovely.” She smiled up at him.
* * * *
Justice was pleased that he didn’t see any embarrassment in her face, only a satisfied afterglow.
Justice moved to the control panel on the wall.
The whirlpool room was his favorite hideaway at the compound. The room was tiled on three sides in muted hues of blues and greens, with recessed lighting that could be dimmed or turned off altogether. The whirlpool was built like a cross between a small swimming pool and a hot tub. It was large—eight feet wide by ten feet long—and had seats and lounging benches molded into the walls. There were too many water jets to count and underwater lighting that gave the water a bluish glow when the lights were out. The fourth wall of the room was floor-to-ceiling glass, hidden behind motorized shades. When the shades were raised, a view of the thick woods made you feel as if you were outside, communing with nature.
Justice punched a few buttons on the control panel. The water, which had been quietly swirling, burst into a roil of bubbles. The recessed lighting dimmed then turned off, the lights in the pool coming on.
“Wow, this is some room,” Lauren said, rising from the chaise. She padded over to the stairs leading into the pool and touched her toe to the water. “Mm, warm.”
“Go ahead, get in. I’m right behind you.” Justice took
the remote control for the control panel from its slot and shrugged out of his robe. He tossed the robe on the chaise and stepped into the pool, hitting the button on the remote to raise the shades. When the motors kicked in and the shades started to rise, he laid the remote at the edge of the pool and waded through the bubbling water to the center where Lauren stood, waist-deep and her arms crossed over her breasts.
Justice moved behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. “Why are you covering yourself?” he asked, concerned that her inhibitions had returned.
“Can anyone see us?”
The blinds were completely up, the forest revealed in all its glory.
“Lauren, there’s no one out there.” He reached up and massaged her shoulders. “Besides, if someone were out there, they would be part of our cozy little family and would take no notice of us.”
“Are you sure?” She let out a little sigh.
He felt her shoulders beginning to relax. “I’m sure. Our land is fenced and gated. Only those of our group can get in. You’re safe here, Lauren. Trust us. Trust me.”
She turned to face him. “I do trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have allowed you or Morgan to…” she placed her palms on his chest, “…to see into my fantasies.”
She looked up at him with such a wide, innocent look, Justice’s heart clenched. He cupped her cheek in one hand. “You surprise me. You seemed so private when I interviewed you at the office.” He traced his fingertip along the edge of her shell-like ear. Then he said something he’d never said to anyone before. “You know, Lauren…I’m falling for you.”
A smile bloomed on her lips. “I’ll catch you if you do.”
Justice laughed then kissed her. “Come on, let’s get into this water, sit down, and relax.” He took her by the hand and led her to the edge of the pool, where he sat in one of the built-in chairs. “Sit beside me.”
She shook her head. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she widened her legs and lowered herself onto his lap, facing him. “This is better.”
His cock sprang to life. “Yes. It is.”
She leaned her head back, hands still on his shoulders. “This feels great. I haven’t felt this free in what seems like forever.”
Justice clenched his teeth, the sight of her breasts bobbing just above the water almost too much. “What happened?” he asked, trying to keep his mind focused.
“What do you mean?” She sat back up straight. She gathered her hair in her hands and lifted it up off her neck.
The water lapped against her breasts. With her arms lifted like that, he couldn’t think.
“You’re killing me, Lauren.”
She only tilted her head. “In what way?”
His cock throbbed, bobbing against her pussy below the water. “You, sitting there like that—it’s like you’re offering yourself to me.”
“Maybe I am,” she replied in a sultry tone.
That’s all it took. He grasped her rib cage and caught one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking, flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, her hands going to the back of his head, clutching him to her.
Damn. With a groan, he released the rosebud nipple and lifted her, bringing her back down on this throbbing shaft in one smooth movement. He heard her suck in her breath, her pussy clenching him tightly. She placed a hand on his chest.
“Lie back,” she said, her eyes hooded and full of lust. “It’s my turn to fuck you.”
He wasn’t going to argue.
Justice leaned back, resting his head against the edge of the pool and scooting his ass toward the edge of the seat to give her room to move.
She didn’t waste any time.
Lauren leaned forward, placing one hand on the edge of the pool on either side of his head and shifted her legs so she could brace her knees. Then she began to move, up and down, grinding herself against him. Lauren groaned low in her throat. “Oh God, this is so—” Suddenly her back arched, and she jerked.
Justice felt like his eyes were rolling up into his head. She was coming, her pussy pulsing, squeezing him. “Argh!” he cried, digging his fingers into her hips as he came.
They both gasped for breath, coming down slowly from the heights of pleasure.
Justice leaned up and kissed her. “That was amazing.”
She nodded, swallowing. “Yeah.” Disengaging herself from him, she slid into the water beside him and rested against his side. “I’m exhausted.”
He slid his arm around her shoulder. “Me too.”
“Now, what were you asking earlier, before I assaulted you?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “I wanted to know what happened. What caused you to want to be so private?”
“Oh. That.” She shifted beside him. “Well, I was involved with someone, and I made the mistake of letting him know one of my fantasies. The one about the handcuffs.”
“And?” Justice stroked her smooth shoulder, coaxing her to talk.
“It was so embarrassing,” she continued. “He told his friends, and one day, while they were all at our place watching football, they thought it would be fun to ask me about it.”
Justice looked over at her. Her cheeks were flushed. He couldn’t tell if it was from the sex or if she was remembering the embarrassment she felt at her secrets being told. “That won’t happen here, Lauren. We’ll keep your secrets.”
She looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I’m finding that out. And you know, I really do feel like I belong here. With Cane, White, and Moss. I feel secure.”
He reached over and tweaked her nose. “And you can feel that way. After all, we’ve got a contract to secure our secrecy. So, my lovely, you can fulfill any fantasy you want. We will indulge you in any way and keep it to ourselves.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly. “But I must tell you, my fantasy has been fulfilled. Completely.”
She looked up at him. “And your fantasy is?”
He smiled and hugged her against his side. “You.”
Chapter Eight
Lauren entered the dining room, tired but pleased. They were supposed to have dinner together, and then she was going to meet with Crystal White, the only partner left for her to bond with. She was a little nervous about what “bonding” with Crystal was going to be like. She wondered if it would involve sex. She’d never had sex with another woman. The thought did give her a little tingle, though.
Justice rose from his chair at the dining room table and pulled one out for her. “Thank you,” she said, folding her body into the chair beside him.
He sat down again and leaned over to brush a kiss across her cheek. “You look lovely.”
Morgan and Crystal sat across the table from them, smiling. Morgan raised a glass toward her. “Wine, Miss Brooke?”
“Yes, please. And please, call me Lauren.”
“Lauren it is.” Morgan motioned for Rodgers to pour the wine.
Rodgers moved beside her, expertly pouring her a glass. She looked up at him and smiled. He returned the smile and stepped back, away from the table. I wonder if the staff gets involved in the fantasies. I’ll bet they do. She took a sip from her glass, the wine caressing her tongue.
“Lauren, I want to personally welcome you to Cane, Moss, and White,” Crystal said. “I’ve heard you’ve signed the contract and are totally agreeable to the terms.”
Lauren nodded. “I am. I’m very happy to be here, and I’m sure I’ll love it at Cane, Moss, and White.”
Justice raised a glass. “Toast,” he said, grinning. “To our newest colleague, welcome to our little family.”
All at the table clinked their glasses and drank.
Lauren smiled widely. It was odd, but she felt so secure here, in the midst of them, that her inhibitions seemed to evaporate. They began to eat their dinner, conversing lightly of mundane things, everyday things, and Lauren fully enjoyed the dinner and the company. After dessert, Rodgers served coffee
.
The brew was rich and strong. Lauren savored it on her tongue before swallowing.
“Well, Lauren, it seems we have a meeting in half an hour,” Crystal said. “What do you say we meet in the massage room for a little massage after dinner? Just to get completely relaxed.” There was a glimmer in Crystal’s dark eyes.
“A massage? That sounds like heaven. Just let me freshen up a bit, and I’ll meet you there.” Lauren’s muscles were a bit sore from all the activity of the day. A massage before bed would be heaven.
“It’s a date, then.” Crystal said, smiling.
* * * *
Lauren entered the massage room, wrapped in a large, fluffy white towel.
Crystal was lying on a table on her stomach, a towel draped over her bottom. Missy was massaging the calves of her legs. “Lauren, I see you’ve found the preparation room. Aren’t the towels soft?”
“Yes.” Lauren ran her hand over the nap of the towel. It was the softest thing she’d ever felt. “Shall I sit?” she asked, pointing toward a white wicker chair against the wall.
“Oh no, don’t sit there. Go ahead and lie on the table beside me here. That way I can see you while we talk.”
Lauren nodded and moved to the other massage table beside the one Crystal was lying on. She was a little self-conscious about dropping her towel in front of Crystal.
Crystal noticed. “Don’t be embarrassed, Lauren. We’re all girls here. There’s nothing we haven’t seen before. Now relax. That’s an order from your superior.” Then she grinned.
With shaking hands, Lauren removed her towel.
“My goodness,” Crystal said, lying her head down with her face turned toward Lauren, “you look juicy.”
Lauren felt heat rush to her face. “Thank you. I think.” She mounted the massage table and lay down on her stomach. Resting her cheek on her crossed arms, she faced Crystal. “You’re very lovely, too.”
Crystal smiled. “Missy, why don’t you begin on Lauren? From what I’ve heard, she’s had quite the workout today.”
Heat rushed to Lauren’s face. They told her what they did together.
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