RockYourSoul

by Sara Brooks

  She knew this was more than just her benefit. Dade would need to know her safewords as well. “Apple to stop. Lemon to pause.”

  “Good.”

  “Been a while since I’ve seen someone use the old ways. Forgotten how much I missed that, you damn purist.”

  Ryan smirked. “Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous I took care of most of the set up.”

  The friendly give and take between the two Doms made her giggle.

  Dade stood at her side, his wide hand smoothing over her hair. “That’s a pretty sound. You should make it a point to make her laugh more often. And while you did take care of her, something is missing.” Dade reached into his bag, extracting a glass anal plug. The vibrant orange color contrasted with his tan skin, the size of his hand nearly dwarfing the plug.

  And here she’d thought she’d been the only one around with an affinity for glass.

  He circled behind her, caressing her back as he followed the line of her spine down to her bottom. She hissed as his thumbs traced the gentle swell of her ass. Held in place, she had to take what he gave her. And damn if she wouldn’t allow him to take whatever he wanted.

  “Ryan, a hand?” A shiver of anticipation drilled through her core as Ryan’s hands wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as Dade’s fingers skimmed over her ass. “Ready?”

  She nodded at first, unable to find her voice. Then she remembered. “Yes Sir.”

  “A polite sub. Courteous subs are given rewards for their good behavior.” Cold wetness slicked over her anus. She relaxed as Dade circled the plug around the rim. Her hands tightened around the large rings as her head fell forward.

  The gentle pressure increased as Dade inched the plug through her opening. The burn drew her focus, making it so she had to accept the pain in order to enjoy the pleasure. She breathed out slowly, relaxing so he could continue to work the toy inside her.

  The lubrication he’d used was so slick, it allowed the glass to slide against sensitive tissue awakened by his skillful touch. Dade knew exactly when to push forward and when to wait to allow her to adjust, working seamlessly to heighten her pleasure. His thumb stroked over her opening and she felt the cool, slippery slide as he added more lubrication.

  She hauled in a breath, shuddered, then pushed against his hand by using the rings for leverage. The widest part of the plug slipped past her opening as she wiggled. Her moan of pleasure saturated the air while her body accepted the thin shaft.

  Plug snugly in place now, she reveled in being so full.

  “That’s a good girl.” His palms molded to her waist, pulling her back against him. She felt the plug shift a little as he pushed against her and she hissed—wanting more of the luxurious intensity bracketing her body. “And such a pretty offering. Don’t you agree, Ryan?”

  Dade’s hot lips cruised over her shoulder, following the line of her neck up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. He nipped, tugging on her hair to tilt her neck to the side in order to expose more flesh. He held her head in place as he bit. Completely helpless, she allowed her hands to go lax and fall away from the rings, relaxing into his hold.

  A sigh of pleasure escaped before she could smother the noise. She wasn’t sure how much Ryan wanted her to enjoy this moment tethered between the two men, suspended in the air with a plug fit snugly in her ass. Her clit ached with need, her pussy dripping with excitement.

  “I agree, but from the look of it, my sub doesn’t quite know what to make of this.” Ryan’s chest moved as he chuckled, amusement sounding clear in his smooth voice. “It’s all right, California. You’re allowed to enjoy yourself this as much as you like. Let us hear you.”

  Just as Ryan finished his sentence, Dade’s mouth closed over her nipple. She’d been so lost in the plug shoved inside her, she hadn’t even realized they’d switched positions. She arched against him as much as she could. He nipped, dragging the edge of his teeth over the hard nub.

  “Let him hear you, California.” Ryan’s lips pressed against her ear, his soft words sounding sharper and more commanding. “Be as loud as you want. Soundproofed room, remember? In fact, I don’t want you to be quiet tonight. I don’t want to hear soft, little muffled moans when his cock is stuffed into your mouth. I want you screaming your pleasure so loud our ears still ring from it tomorrow.”

  A loud groan vibrated her throat as Dade’s tongue laved over a spot he’d just bitten. He sucked again, alternately biting and then soothing away the burn. In response, her pussy throbbed with the desperation to be filled.

  Her previous experience with two men had been nothing like this. They’d demanded by using intimidation schemes to bully her into submission. Even going as far as beating her if she didn’t conform to what they wanted her to do.

  Ryan pulled it from her, encouraging her to give it—and herself—freely. Dade shared the same brand of domination as Ryan, which made sense given their friendship.

  Dade’s hands caressed her jaw, drawing a blunt nail against her lips. His thumb traced a light line against the seam. He slipped the tip of his finger into her mouth, tapping against the ridge of her teeth. “I think you need something to lick.”

  He parted his leather pants, the length of his cock springing free. Long and hard, and sweetChristalmighty how was she supposed to fit something so thick into her mouth? She was fairly certain her jaw wouldn’t even open that wide. She lifted her gaze, and his grin widened.

  She tensed, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to take the intimidating girth into her mouth. Her arms were useless behind the straps, so she wouldn’t be able to control the pace and depth if he started thrusting. What if he tried to shove himself down her throat? She wouldn’t be able to breathe or signal she needed to stop.

  “I know I don’t have any fancy decoration like your Master does, but this isn’t supposed to be a chore, subbie.”

  Ryan’s hand brushed over the back of her neck. “Don’t let her fool you, Dade. She gives excellent head.”

  Heat bloomed on her cheeks, Dade’s smile growing wider as his thumb brushed against her skin. “That’s a very alluring shade of pink she’s turning.”

  “Can’t say I haven’t thought about what her ass would look like wearing that particular shade.”

  “I can see why.” Dade wrapped his hand around the base of his straining erection as he offered it to her. “This help?”

  She swallowed hard. “No Sir.”

  He grunted as he teased her lips with the tip. Despite her objection to his size, her mouth began to water. Pre-cum slicked over her lips as he continued to rub. Her tongue darted between her lips, the salty-sweet flavor of the fluid exploding on her palate.

  Raw lust scraped at her, taking over reason and logic. She wanted his dick in her mouth. She wanted his cum bathing her throat. Before she’d realized she’d done it, she started tracing the bulging veins lining Dade’s shaft.

  “That’s a girl.” Dade growled softly as he pushed her long hair out of her face. She sucked and licked, teasing the broad head with the edge of her teeth before she laved away the sting. Gaining courage, she grew bolder. Her mouth surrounded the tip, her tongue playing with the slit as she took a bit more.

  A soft hum sounded over her shoulder as Ryan’s fingers ran between her legs. Caught between the two men, she rode the wave of pleasure swelling inside her. Ryan made another noise as he teased her opening.

  “She is dripping wet.” Two of Ryan’s fingers plunged inside her pussy. She pushed against him, but not in an effort to get away. She wanted more.

  His free hand lifted, massaging her breast as he slipped another finger inside her. She whimpered because she was so on edge, yet still needed more. They both held her tightly, lofting her to the place where pain became a rich, concentrated pleasure. She knew how to process the sensation and knew how to use it to her advantage. It was that training she drew upon when Ryan’s fingers closed around her nipple and squeezed, pinching hard.

  Ryan’s voice was a low
growl as he repositioned his hand, thrusting his fingers inside her as she grew even wetter. The sensation of fullness coupled with the pain slowly increased her arousal. The pleasure-pain sensation she’d grown to crave swelled and grew, as if her body had been finely tuned to the two men.

  Endorphins flooding her system, she opened wider to take more of Dade. The crown of his cock slipped past her lips so she engulfed the entire head. Stretched wide, she teased her tongue over the tip. She concentrated on the cock filling her mouth, pulling back slowly before plunging down to engulf the thick head again.

  Dade’s hand tightened in her hair. “Christ, Ryan, she’s…”

  “Yeah, I know.” Ryan’s fingers stroked, driving deeper. “That mouth of hers is fucking unbelievable.” Each time he thrust, his knuckles hit against the plug buried in her ass. The movement sent shockwaves rippling through her.

  She was ready to beg them both just to put her out of her misery. She moaned around Dade’s cock as Ryan thrust inside her, the sensation pushing her nearly to the edge. Her mouth, pussy and ass were so full, it was nearly too much to take.

  Except she needed more than just Ryan’s fingers fucking her cunt. She whimpered around Dade’s cock as her body started to hit critical mass.

  His hand brushed through her hair. “I recognize that sound.”

  “So do I.” Ryan’s fingers withdrew, the position of his hand shifting so the pad of a fingertip pressed hard against her clit. She wiggled against him, desperate for more contact.

  The sharp crack of Ryan’s hand swatting her butt halted her movement. Shock blasted through her at the contact of his palm, adding sparks to the need festering inside her.

  A loud pop filled the room as she released Dade’s cock. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  Ryan’s open hand caressed the warm skin, drawing a guttural groan from deep in her chest. Tremors followed wherever he touched. “I’m not sure I believe you’re truly sorry. Keep sucking Dade, California, and we’ll see.”

  She nodded, gathering the drop of pre-cum that had collected on the tip before sucking in the head of Dade’s erection once more. Ryan’s hand cracked against her skin again, heat blooming where she was sure she wore his red handprint. She groaned long and low as her ass cheeks began to burn from Ryan’s spanking. Pleasure twisted through her as she hung there tethered between the two men.

  Dade’s hand curled against her skull, pushing her down so she swallowed more of him. Ryan’s fingers speared into her cunt at the same time, sinking three fingers deep. Twisting his fingers, he pulled and pushed in a rapid rhythm that stole her breath.

  Pain bloomed bright as his other hand hit her ass cheek with a concussive force. The acute sting brought tears to her eyes as she whined around the dick shoved between her lips. Her body throbbed, pulsing like a live wire. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t discern pleasure from pain. Her skin tingled, itching as if a thousand bugs crawled over her body.

  Something was wrong…

  Sinking deeper into her confusion, Sanctuary blurred and morphed into the smoky dungeon she was so familiar with at Impact. Dazed, she struggled for breath as something bit into her thigh. The inky blackness of a terrifying nightmare stabbed her midsection.

  Ethan.

  She cringed as a sick feeling churned her stomach.

  He found me.

  But I left him. I told him I was done. Finished. Over. Why won’t he leave me alone?

  Hands moved over her body, coating her skin with a thick layer of slime and broken memories.

  This is bad. Bad. Bad. So. Very. Bad.

  Can’t breathe.

  Need to break away from them.

  She struggled against whatever prevented her from moving.

  Too many of them. Can’t escape. Can’t get away.

  Can’t save myself.

  A hand struck the high curve of her ass, tearing a high-pitched scream from her throat. Volatile energy swamped her, pulling her to the rim of a gaping abyss and dumping her unceremoniously over the brink.

  Too much.

  I don’t want to do this anymore.

  But I have to. Ethan will hurt me if I show weakness. Have to please him. Have to make him happy so he doesn’t hurt me. Not again.

  I’m alone and helpless. No one will rescue me.

  Feeling as if she was being pulled into the edge of darkness faster than she could maintain, she struggled to find a foothold. She needed to save herself but couldn’t catch her breath enough to form those words. Thick, putrid fear churned her stomach, her lungs burning for oxygen.

  No.

  No more scars.

  Ethan’s hurt me enough.

  A face swam to the surface, providing her with an anchor of salvation.

  Ryan.

  He’ll save me from Ethan.

  She tried to snap her fingers, but her hands were shaking too violently. Through her distress, she fought to form the word that found her despite the darkness threatening to take her completely.

  “Lemon.”

  Chapter Twelve

  A pair of powerful arms scooped her up, holding her close in a tight embrace. She basked in the comfort of those familiar arms for a moment, assuring herself she wasn’t in the horrible place where she would be beaten for performing badly. For saying she couldn’t take what she was being given. For crying out because she’d reached a point where she needed a moment to take a breath.

  Through the lingering shades of terror, she found Ryan’s gaze.

  “Beth.”

  She swallowed, cringing at the bitter taste coating her throat. “I’m fine.”

  “Elisbeth, look at me.” His voice trembled, worry drawing his eyebrows together. “You’re not fine. I need you to breathe for me, baby. You don’t need to pass out. That’s it, take in a breath. Slow and steady.” She sucked in an uneven breath, ignoring the jittery feeling tingling under the surface of her skin. “Good. Now take another.”

  Instead of following his demand, she rested her hand lightly against the side of his face. Coarse hair on his jaw scraped against her palm, her fingers trembling against his skin. “I’m so, so sorry, Ryan.”

  “Shhh, quiet.” He kissed the tips of her fingers as he captured her hand. “Just breathe for me right now. I won’t let go until—” Movement behind her caused her to jerk in Ryan’s arms, a fresh wave of terror swamping her. Ryan’s hold tightened, his chin resting against the top of her head as he slowly rocked her. “It’s just Dade. He won’t hurt you. No one is ever going to hurt you again. I promise.”

  His deep voice washed over her, eradicating some of her fear.

  Dade. Ryan’s friend. Her friend.

  Her muscles uncoiled as she lifted her head. Dade stared, his eyes filled with just as much worry as Ryan’s. He knelt beside her, waiting patiently while she gathered her composure. She didn’t deserve this special kind of care and attention. Especially when she’d been foolish enough to get carried away. These two men were nothing like Ethan and his friends.

  Ethan.

  The reminder sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through her.

  “Jesus.” Dade’s expression softened as he leaned forward to brush his warm lips against her exposed shoulder. “She’s still not past it.”

  “I know.” Ryan’s chest vibrated as he growled. “Come on, baby. Fight. Don’t let him win.”

  I will win, youstupidbitchcuntwhoreslutfuckholeuselesspieceofshit. You’re not worthy of my attention any longer.

  Ethan’s voice chipped away each step of forward progress she made. She gritted her teeth, pulling in a harsh breath as his repulsive voice echoed in her head. The coldness held a strong grip that didn’t want to break. She would not allow it to fester and grow so it took over her life. Not again. She would not live in fear.

  No! No, you have no right to be here, you bastard. I left you.

  A scream tore through her mind. Ethan, howling in rage because she’d broken free.

  She reached out into the darkness, searching for something sh
e couldn’t put a name to. Hands gripped hers, reassuring her she had somewhere to turn despite the gloom threatening to engulf her again.

  “Please don’t leave me.”

  “Hadn’t planned on it.” A hand caressed her hip as she slumped against Ryan’s shoulder and blew out a shaky breath. Ryan kissed the top of her head as his hand swept over her hair, a sense of utter calm blotting out the muddled images in her head.

  Inhaling slowly, her lungs still burning, she closed her eyes and exhaled when his fingers continued to comb through her hair. The conditioning grounded and centered her, drawing her focus to his touch and the deep connection he’d worked to build between them.

  “Breathe with me now. Do exactly what I do.” His chest expanded against her side, his heart beating steady and strong. In. Out. He grumbled softly when she lost the rhythm. “One breath at a time, Beth. For me. Come on, that’s it.” In. Out. Breath by breath they exhaled and inhaled in tandem until she finally sagged against Ryan, physically and emotionally spent.

  “There you go. Stay still for a moment.” He pushed on her legs, working to unlace the wide strips still encasing her thighs. She tensed, a protest at the loss of contact with his body on the tip of her tongue. “Take it easy, Beth. I need to get you free. Then I’ll hold you for however long you need.”

  She swallowed and nodded, licking her dry lips as Ryan continued to work. The concern that had etched his face earlier had vanished. She’d worried him. Hell, for a few minutes, she’d worried herself.

  Dade appeared with a wet washcloth, pressing it against her forehead. She sighed, thankful for the coolness on her hot skin.

  Ryan’s thumb grazed over her ankle as he slid the straps away. She immediately felt awful for calling a stop to things because she truly had been enjoying herself. Damn her past causing so much interference with her present.

  Ryan freed her from the straps and the collar, tossing them to the side before pulling her into his lap once again. She clung to him, thankful for his soothing touch. Dade’s fingers trailed slowly against her lower back.