“I’m not agreeing that you are doing this for any of the right reasons.” Rachel broke but didn’t go down gracefully. “And I’m certainly not agreeing that either one of you is man enough to be the boss of me. Not even combined, boys.”
Every single insulted fiber of his body tightened with wicked thoughts of retribution for that challenge. Any part of him that had felt a twinge of empathy for what they planned to put her through hardened. Adam let her see it as he lowered his head to growl right in her face.
“Let’s get the wench tied up then see how mighty her words are.”
Chapter 19
Rachel didn’t put up a fuss as Adam dropped her back on the bed. Her ass didn’t sink a whole inch into the soft mattress before the men started lassoing her wrists to the headboard. Other than rolling her eyes and giving them a dramatic sigh, Rachel didn’t bother to object.
What little resistance she offered was mostly for show. When it came to ropes and whips, they could do as they pleased. Rachel trusted them that much. More importantly, she enjoyed their domination and had honestly missed the heat that had infused every second of that first night.
It was back now. She could only wish that it hadn’t taken jealousy and rejection to light those flames. Wasting time on wishing wouldn’t change reality. Right then her life was way too delightful to bother escaping. Tomorrow would be soon enough to make sure they understood that they might command her in the bedroom, but nobody would tell her how to live her life.
Later, Rachel promised herself as she settled back into the pillows. The ropes didn’t cut into her wrists as long as she didn’t tug on them. With no interest in fighting the ropes, she could take the moment to study them. The construction amazed her. They had everything set so perfectly, not only for their comfort but hers.
Even though her hands were pinned in place, the long stalk of silk stretched down so that her wrist rested on the pillow. The position kept blood flowing to her fingers and actually allowed her to enjoy her captivity. It kind of made her wonder who had taught them all these tricks.
“Do they teach some kind of ‘how to tie a woman up with rope class’ out at that perverts’ club of yours?” Rachel glanced down to where they secured her ankles to the foot board. “Or is it some kind of dirty cop training?”
That earned her an annoyed glance from Killian, who shot his response to her taunting at Adam. “You know, I’m thinking we should amend the plan.”
“Oh, yeah. The plan.” Rachel rolled her eyes before giving them the biggest insult she could think of by closing them. “Aren’t we supposed to be starting some kind of clock, or is the plan to accomplish nothing tonight?”
“Hey, Rachel?”
About to respond to Killian’s question coming from the right, she was totally unprepared for the slap Adam delivered from her left. His broad palm lit up her pussy, sending vibrations of wicked delight cascading through her cunt and right up her spine. The words peaking over her lips contorted into a moan as her whole body lifted with joy.
About damn time. That’s what she wanted to say, but even Rachel knew better. Besides, her mouth was too busy panting through the mini-explosions that followed along with the series of spanks that twisted her into a thing of wild need. They came from either direction, landing harder, faster until her breath broke into a series of pleading mews.
It felt so good. All she needed was one more expertly placed blow to snap the reins of the inferno burning through her cunt. It would consume her, release her into a world of such beauty that it figured that’s when the bastards would stop. Leaving her stretched taut in her binds, Adam and Killian’s touches faded into nothing more than a throbbing memory of pleasure.
She couldn’t live without it, not now, but she had no choice. That message came through clearly when her gaze lifted to dance across Adam’s tense features. Even with tears of frustration clouding her eyes, Rachel could read the seriousness in his.
“You like that darlin’?”
“Uh-huh.” She couldn’t lie. There would be no point, not when her body swayed with the need pooling so thick in her womb it spilled from her body in wave after wave of heated cream.
“You want more?”
He was teasing her, and Rachel knew it. That didn’t stop the desire from blossoming into hope as she tried to sound properly submissive. “Would you, please?”
“Would you care to explain what you’ve been doing with the sheriff?”
That eroded some of her enjoyment. Annoyance bristled through her, dampening her arousal and bringing a scowl to her face. “You can punish me for whatever you want, Adam, but not for that.”
He didn’t look convinced and accepted her answer with way too much ease. “Okay, then. Killian? You want to…”
Adam’s question faded out, but Rachel didn’t need to hear the rest. At his words, her head had snapped to the other man shadowing her bed. Killian had reappeared, and he’d brought his favorite toy. Rachel watched the vibrator fisted in Killian’s hand warily, under no misconception that he’d actually use the toy to end her anguish.
The only thing he’d do with that is ratchet up her need, probably to the point where she’d answer any of Adam’s questions without hesitation. In that shining second of revelation, Rachel could see what they really planned. They wanted answers, and they meant to use everything in their power to get them.
She was doomed because there were secrets that they could learn far more frightening than what she was up to with Alex and Kitty. The kind of power that would give them had her breath halting as she watched Killian lower the thick, rounded head of cock down to the blushing mound of her pussy.
The fear and anticipation only served to heighten the erotic thrill of watching her own body being penetrated. Rachel moaned, unable to stop the glorious clench of her muscles as her cunt sucked the cock in with one long pull. Stretched over its deliciously long length, her cunt broke into a frenzy of panicking spasms when the toy slipped back.
“Nooo…ohhhh.”
Rachel’s denial turned into a groan of pure pleasure as Killian fucked the toy back into her. He kept slow and steady at first, keeping her panting out little moans as her hips lifted up in beat to his loving. The steady rhythm had her eyes closing as she gave herself over to his mastery. Killian didn’t disappoint, picking up the speed as he pumped the cock harder into her.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Breaking into a smile that yawned wide over another series of mews, Rachel humped back against the hand beating the wild drums of lust to a fever pitch inside her pussy. It wept and raced to keep up as molten rapture began to vibrate through every cell.
“Oh, yeah. Don’t stop…son of a bitch!” Rachel roared out the obscenity at the loss of the release she could feel only beginning to crest through her. The bedazzling sensation collapsed, as empty as her cunt, leaving her completely enraged. “If you don’t—”
The threat whipped into a squeal as the bulbous head of the vibrator returned. The slick, cool head kissed her ass a second before it filled her rear. The sudden, deep penetration shot her hips as high up as her binds would allow, forcing her butt cheeks tight and clenching around the toy. Caught in the throes of a tidal wave of heated pleasure, Rachel gulped soothing, cooling air in with ragged pants.
Her ass on fire, her cunt painfully empty, she’d never felt such need. It left her clinging to the last shred of her sanity. Then Killian flicked on the damn vibrator and ripped away any semblance of domestication she had. Screaming, writhing, Rachel fought for her release with all her strength but only ended up twisting herself into a state of need so painful that tears started to seep from her eyes.
“Please, Killian.” Begging was all she had left. Rachel felt no shame in the act, only the unrelenting desperation. “Please, I can’t take it.”
That declaration ended on a scream as her pussy exploded under another blast from his palm. The hard edge of his hand landed over her clit, trapping it and the heat of his blow beneath as he rubbed down
on the tender nub and made her cry out all the louder.
“Mouthy wench.” Killian growled, fucking two fingers up into her cunt as he continued to torment her swollen clit. “You know better than that. You know how to address me when you beg.”
She did, if she could only remember. “Please…please…”
“Sir,” Killian supplied in obvious annoyance. He made her pay for the reminder, pressing his fingers down over the thin stretch of skin separating them from the toy vibrating out liquid rapture through her ass. He rubbed, and she forgot about everything but the pleasure. “Say it, wench.”
“W–what?...No! Damnit!”
Rachel went wild when he denied her, unable to believe he could be so difficult as to leave her not only empty but to turn off the wonderful toy. It would have been enough. Eventually, it would have worked, but thrashing within her binds certainly didn’t. All the jarring motion did was to tease her with a reminder of how good that cock could feel.
There would be no getting back to that wondrous sensation without Killian and Adam’s help. That thought helped her settle down, even if it only heightened the tension in her already corded muscles. Killian and Adam could do a good impersonation of merciless. Cussing at them would only make them more likely to show her that side.
“Now what do you call me?”
It would help if Killian didn’t sound so damn tolerant. Rachel gritted her teeth and managed a correct answer, even if it came out somewhat sharp. “Sir.”
“I’m still detecting some attitude. Aren’t you, Adam?”
That question snapped her eyes open. She’d lost track of him some time ago and now felt desperate to catch up. These two worked too well together to ever forget about the one who went quiet. That was normally the man who should be feared in the moment. Only this time, she didn’t find Adam waiting with a whip or some other device to drive her insane.
Instead, he slouched against the bedpost, looking relaxed as he watched the show Killian and she had just put on. Still as he might be and as easy as his smile might have come, Adam couldn’t disguise the predatory intent in his gaze or the enormous bulge deforming his jeans. He could tease all he wanted, but there would only be one conclusion to this game. That gave Rachel a measure of confidence, even as Adam’s response sent a new thread of irritation through her.
“I don’t know. You ready to start talking about Alex, darlin’?”
Adam knew how to ruin her good mood. Rachel found herself snarling at him for being so rude. “No, and if you think that you can use sex against me—”
Rachel gulped down the rest of that threat along with a desperately needed gasp of air as she found herself suddenly stretched over a second cock. She’d been watching the wrong man again. Killian had managed to slip in on her blind side with a dildo that he used to maximum effect. Being filled from both sides left no room for her to even breathe without feeling the cascading rush of pleasure flooding up from her pelvis.
“What was that?”
The humor in Adam’s question made her rash with her response. “I was just about to tell you to go fuck your—”
“Watch it now, wench.” Killian’s warning came with another smack to her pussy that she just didn’t have the endurance to bear. The motion jarred the two toys stretching her tight, making every muscle in her channels contract with joy.
She whimpered under the effect, wishing that she’d chosen her words with more care. Antagonizing them was not wise, especially when Killian took his role of tormentor too seriously. Why else would his fingers linger to twirl her clit? Rachel didn’t need the added antagonism when her whole cunt already throbbed around the long length of the toy filling her.
“Now, what were you about to say about fucking?”
Rachel didn’t remember and this time kept her mouth wisely closed.
“That’s what I thought.” Killian rewarded her with a bare wiggle of the dildo, chuckling as her body followed the motion in a silent, desperate plea for more.
“She’s still not answering my questions right.”
“Right? As in what you want to hear?” Rachel tried to pin Adam with a hard look through the mist clouding her vision. It probably failed as much as her voice going all squeaky and breathless. “Why don’t you just tell me the answers, Adam? Then we can stop playing this game.”
“Oh, honey.” Adam shook his head. “I haven’t even started playing with you, but I’m about to.”
The implication couldn’t be clearer. Talk or play, those were her only two options. Rachel might not have the stamina to see the game to the end, but she wouldn’t go out by forfeiting. If they wanted her secret, they’d have to fight for it. With that decision cemented in her mind, she lifted her chin at him.
“Do your worst.”
It was a bold thing for a woman tied up naked and already packed full of cock to say. Rachel risked it with her head held as high as her position would allow. Her confidence only got a boost when Killian’s callused fingers reappeared to ruffle her clit. If this was all they had planned, she could handle it.
“Okay, then,” Adam sighed, though she doubted he was half as disappointed as he appeared. Apparently, he did plan to time her. Stepping back to lift up the big, white kitchen timer he’d laid out on her dresser, Adam started turning the dial, only to pause and shoot Killian a look. “What do you think? Fifteen?”
“Don’t be insulting our woman,” Killian snapped back. His fingers still circled her tender nub, sending sparkles of delight through her even as he discussed her coming demise. “Rachel thinks she’s such a hard case, give her thirty. Then she’ll tell you whatever you want to hear. Isn’t that right, wench?”
Smiling over not only his cockiness but the pure delight twisting through her, Rachel couldn’t see any downside to her current situation. His fingers, those toys, she could levitate here forever, caught in the pleasant haze of simmering arousal.
“Why not just add the two together and make it forty-five?”
That rejoinder earned her a slight bounce to the dildo filling out her pussy. Killian settled a finger over its end and gave her a few shallow, teasing pumps. It was just enough to make her mew and arch upward. That small sign of rising lust earned her an unwelcomed opportunity at a reprieve.
“You sure about that, wench?” Killian sounded doubtful, but that only made Rachel more certain of her answer.
“Oh, yeah.” She got the word out and managed not to drool.
“All right, then forty-five it is.”
Chapter 20
Rachel had a dreamy smile curling at her lips. It matched the darkening lust turning her eyes into liquid pools of desire, which complimented the beautiful flush pinking her skin from the tips of her toes to the fine, feathered edge of her hairline. Spread out and tied up for their viewing delight, Killian relished in the sight of his woman in need.
Right now, it was a soft, gentle need that kept her hips swaying ever so slightly as she teased herself on the toys he’d fed her. Her swollen folds glistened with the same cream seeping down her thighs and moistening the sheets. Stretched wide around the black base of the dildo, he could see perfectly how the thick cock forced her little cunt wide and left the swollen nub of her clit waving up at him.
Now there was a vision he never tired of. He loved watching her take him. Feeling her pussy clench down over his flesh, sucking on him until he couldn’t think anymore, the only thing he liked more than watching Rachel get fucked was fucking her himself. Every time that little bud taunted him, crying out to be petted, licked, and sucked, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it when he was balls deep inside her.
Tonight, though, he could do whatever he wanted. A thrill that he’d missed for these past few weeks because the only thing hotter than a naked Rachel was a naked Rachel tied up and at his mercy. Her taunting defiance only served to arouse him all the more, ensuring that he didn’t feel the least bit charitable toward her.
If he had, he wouldn’t have smiled as her face fe
ll. The rosy glow of desire keeping her features soft faded the second he released her little clit to step back. After about five blinks, she managed to narrow her gaze on him, but Killian waited until those swollen, pouty lips parted on whatever sharp thing she planned to say.
That’s when he smiled and let her see the butterfly he had tucked between his teeth. Killian had never seen Rachel go as still or her eyes widen as round as they did in that second. Almost an instant later, her head started to shake and her fear to started to babble out.
“No, Killian. You can’t.”
He responded to the hoarse, jagged whisper with a simple dip of his head. Going to his knees, his lips closed in over her spread folds as he turned a deaf ear to her pleading. She said he couldn’t, but he proved her wrong. It took expert precision and Adam’s two extra hands to hold her down as he settled the toy over her naked clit.
The poor little bud got twisted all about while he worked. The small motions sent Rachel into a spasm of squealing pleas as her body fought their hold. Her wants and needs obviously demanded more. With her sweet taste on his lips, Killian was inclined to indulge the little woman.
Absolutely delicious. He couldn’t get enough of her. Licking, swirling, sucking, he even nipped the little darling with his teeth, making her scream as her body bucked under the pleasure. With so much encouragement, he had to do it again, delighted that it was him she begged for more of. Then it wasn’t.
“Oh, God…Adam, no. I can’t.”
Killian didn’t even have to lift his lips to glance up the lush landscape of Rachel’s body and see Adam’s hands closing over her breasts. Cupping them, he offered the puckered tips to his tongue for tasting. Growling over her pussy, Killian matched his own movement to the slow roll Adam used to torment her tit. The steady rhythm had Rachel gasping, arching until she finally mewed out encouragement, demanding more, faster, harder.
They gave it all to her. Adam’s hand shifted to pin her other nipple beneath the hard rotation of his thumb even as Killian lifted his palm to bounce against the flat end of the dildo and pump the toy deep inside her. With the vibrator still humming in her ass, Rachel went crazy beneath the onslaught.
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