RockYourSoul

by Sara Brooks

  “I don’t want to stop.”

  She reached up to kiss Ryan, but he cradled her jaw and held her in place. “Shh, give me a moment. Are you all right? Were you scared?”

  “I’m fine. I want—”

  “Tell me what happened. Then I’ll decide if you’re rational enough—”

  “Rational? You’ll decide—”

  “You just had a panic attack at the beginning of a scene with two men. Yes, damn it. I will dictate whether or not this is over.” When she tried to fold her arms in front of her he captured her wrists, his warm hands curling against her skin. “Beth, I want to push on your hard limits, but that was even a little extreme for me. I want to be the one to make you fall apart, not some horrific nightmare of a memory. Especially one that doesn’t belong in my room. Now did we hurt you or were you just scared?”

  “No. No pain. Nothing hurt. I just…” Dade came around to kneel beside Ryan, his concerned expression matching Ryan’s. She averted her eyes, staring at the hardwood floor. “There was nothing I didn’t like. You know it’s not the first time I’ve been with multiple partners, but it was the first time I wanted to keep going. It was exciting. I wasn’t being forced to do something I wasn’t sure I liked. But I couldn’t…I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry, I let my head get the best of me. I let him win and—”

  “What did he do?”

  Beth winced at Dade’s question, embarrassment heating her face. “You must know about Ethan.”

  “I told Dade what he needed to know in order to be here tonight. I had my suspicions about how deeply that poser-Dom scarred you beyond what I can see physically. But it sure as hell doesn’t feel good to be right this time.”

  Get it out, Beth. Tell them how much of an asshole he really was. “Ethan once decided he wanted to sit back on his throne and watch three other men have their way with me at the same time.”

  “Was it something you wanted?”

  “I knew if I spoke up and asked to negotiate, it would anger him.”

  “Jesus.”

  She smiled at Dade’s reaction. “I enjoyed it at first because it was actually very exciting. To be the center of focus for four men? I don’t know any woman who wouldn’t feel pampered by that thought. But then it became very apparent I was there only for their pleasure and not my own. They didn’t care if I got off or enjoyed the experience. Neither did Ethan. In fact, he usually preferred when I didn’t.”

  Dade’s fingers rubbed slowly against her hand as she held onto Ryan’s shoulder. “You know, I thought Ryan was exaggerating some of what he told me about what you’d been through.”

  She sometimes wished that was the case. That the choices she’d made back then were smarter and more in tune with what she actually wanted and needed. “No, he’s not. I can’t even speak about most of it because I’ve blocked out a lot of things. But I know at some point during the…encounter, I passed out. They didn’t even care.”

  Both Ryan’s and Dade’s eyes widened. “They kept going?”

  “As far as I know, yes. I was on my knees, positioned so each of them had an opening available to do as they pleased. When I came to, I was flat on my back, covered with—” She bit off what she’d been about to say, unable to verbalize the image forming in her mind and caused her to shudder. “After they left, Ethan tended to me, telling me what…” Her words trailed off as her eyes lost focus.

  Ryan snapped his fingers. “Look at me, Beth. Not your nightmares.”

  “Sorry. He washed me, telling me what a magnificent performance I’d given. What a good cunthole I’d been. Cunthole.” She snorted, the word feeling vile and oily on her tongue. “That was his pet name for me. Some pet. I forgot to thank him when he finished his aftercare. He made sure I never did that again.”

  Dade leaned forward, kissing her cheek. “Ryan wasn’t kidding when he said you were made of strong stuff. I’m surprised you didn’t wave the white flag as soon as you heard me come in, let alone when I was buried inside your mouth.”

  “I’ve had times where I’ve wanted to be on my knees before two men, taking care of them with my hands and mouth. I don’t want what they did to me to ruin everything Ryan has worked so hard to help me with. In fact, I’m determined not to allow it. I just couldn’t catch my breath or my bearings and everything about the night sort of came rushing back. I shouldn’t have, but I did even though I know neither of you are anything like them. Ryan’s proven that time and time again. That’s why I trust his judgment by adding you, Dade.”

  She reached out and touched their jaws, Dade’s smooth face a contrast to Ryan’s facial hair. She liked the fact they were so remarkably different.

  “Such a remarkable sub.” Ryan’s mouth suddenly slashed over hers, his kiss possessive yet tender at the same time. Banked arousal flared to life between her legs, tugging and pulling in demand for more. Her breathing quickened again, but this time it wasn’t from fear.

  His eyes on her as he broke away, he examined her face closely. She knew he was looking for signs of duress. “I’m fine, Ryan.”

  “You repeating yourself unnecessarily won’t do anything to sway me. I’ve always been more of a hands-on type of man.” Excitement spun inside her, heating her skin as Ryan’s fingers dipped between her legs. Featherlight touches danced over her pussy, the tips of his fingers teasing and tickling.

  She giggled when he found a particularly sensitive location. Her giggle slid into a soft groan as the tip of his fingers circled the tightening nub of her clit. A long, rumbling surge of pleasure rolled through her, the ecstasy-filled waves radiating out from where Ryan caressed her.

  Her vision blurred as his touch firmed against her hot folds.

  His fingers dipped inside her entrance, her need flourishing. Her pussy throbbed as he made slow, driving thrusts. Each gentle plunge lofted her higher, his fingers moving in little circles that caused her to quiver. One of his fingers curled, stroking against a bundle of nerves high inside her.

  A surge of intense pleasure forced a strangled gasp from her throat.

  “Almost there.” His thumb brushed against her engorged clit as he pushed against the sensitive spot again. Her muscles coiled in a flash, exploding out with a shattering force powerful enough to rob her of sight. Her back arched, straining in Ryan’s hold as her body shuddered out the consuming release. Each slide of his fingers tumbled her into another world, one filled with desperate desires.

  “Keep milking my fingers, California.”

  Her mind lost focus, but this time horrific images didn’t chase her. Now there was only intense pleasure as her muscles strained, reaching for a glorious paradise. Something inside her cracked, breaking free as a violent orgasm exploded outward. Her keening wail stretched out as Ryan continued to stroke her swollen tissues while she jerked in his arms.

  Exhausted, her body buzzed quietly as she sagged against Ryan. Her head whirled, the warm touch of absolute satisfaction blooming inside her. Something soft nuzzled the side of her neck, drawing her eyes open.

  One side of Ryan’s mouth lifted as he stared down at her. “Now you’re fine.” His voice, uneven and husky, rumbled through her, the sound of satisfaction weighing his statement.

  “Yes Sir.”

  He shifted her in his arms, opening her legs to fit her labia on either side of his hardening length. Dade slid behind her, his chest pushing against her back. This kind of contact with them both kept her together, allowing her to get caught up but still feel secure. She’d been too open before, too in need of more contact. Trapped between them, closed in and surrounded, felt wonderful.

  Dade’s hands closed around her hips, tilting her pelvis. Pleasure bloomed as he tapped the end of the plug still tucked snugly inside her. She’d forgotten about the item during her panic. He twisted the base, slowly pivoting the toy at a steady, slow pace until her head fell back against his shoulder.

  Ryan’s lips pressed against her throat, his teeth grazing over the surface of her skin. He trailed l
ower, blazing a path to her breasts. She gave a quiet gasp as his mouth closed around the sensitive nipple. Without thinking, she pushed back against Dade’s hand.

  “Forgetting your place, California?”

  She winced. “Yes Sir.”

  Everything just felt so damn…wonderful after the panic.

  Dade tugged on her shoulders, pulling her back against his chest as he palmed his cock. The position tilted her hips forward enough for Ryan to press his thumb against her clit.

  Arousal swamped her as Dade wiggled the plug. The first glorious contact of Ryan’s cock as he slid into her pussy sent her soaring. Dade moved the toy, working it to the widest point before plunging it inside her once again.

  She was so full, surely she’d come apart at any second. But she didn’t. Both men possessed enough skill to push her higher and higher without nudging her over the edge.

  Suddenly, Dade’s hands moved away and Ryan’s mouth slipped higher to press against her neck. His hand pushed through her hair, pulling her mouth down to his. He pushed forward, burying his cock into her as far as he could. His lips and tongue tasted and teased, his kisses varying in pressure, but never in intensity.

  Dade was the only one who moved, so she took the entire plug with each stroke. He leaned forward as Ryan continued to kiss her, his lips brushing against her ear so she heard his shallow pants. “I have to commend you, sub. This glorious ass of yours was just made to fuck.”

  Her body suddenly coiled tighter. She tore her mouth from Ryan’s, breathing heavily as she fought off her body’s demand.

  “Come on, California. Hold on just a little longer.” Ryan started to move, matching the pace Dade set with the toy. She knew she wouldn’t last long and fought her body with every stroke they delivered. Dade suddenly slammed the glass toy fully into her, a guttural groan slipping past clenched teeth as pleasure spun her higher.

  “That’s it, subbie. You can take it.” Dade’s hand settled on the swell of her ass cheeks, pulling her wide as he thrust. His hand shifted, his knuckles dragging against her skin as he wrapped his hand around his beefy length. “Feel what you do to me?” The head of his cock brushed against her ass, hot liquid spreading over her skin in a thick trail.

  The image of Dade jacking off behind her added another layer to her arousal. She knew she couldn’t take this torment any longer. “Please.”

  Ryan shook his head. “Not yet.” He moved slowly, withdrawing then pushing back with exquisite slowness. Dade pulled back and thrust again, his body now trembling against hers as he finally succumbed to his release with a low growl.

  “Please, Master,” she pleaded again, hoping the high protocol would help convince him.

  “Oh I like the sound of that. So desperate and needy.” Ryan’s dark laughter surrounded her. “I’m not even warmed up yet, California.” As if to illustrate, he slowed again, moving so leisurely it was as if time ceased to progress.

  Dade’s lips brushed against her neck, his hands coming around to cup her breasts. His thumbs and forefingers closed over her nipples just as Ryan buried himself to the root inside her. The pain shot straight between her legs. She couldn’t hold back any longer.

  She spun, careening out of control, riding the waves of pleasure as they hit her full force. She was nothing but pure sensation. Pure need and desire. She wanted everything and didn’t care how she got it as long as she got something to sate this need. The men worked together, ensuring her body betrayed her over and over.

  She whimpered as Ryan’s firm hand on her jaw slammed her back to reality. No, no, too soon. Not enough. Need more. More.

  “I do believe there is now a punishment on tap for tonight.”

  “I’m sorry, Master.” She whimpered again, hoping beyond hope he didn’t choose to call a halt to everything right now and carry out a punishment. She couldn’t take that now, she just couldn’t. “I will atone however you wish, but please, please don’t deny—fuck.”

  “Such harsh language from such a darling submissive.” His laughter rang out as he moved with rapid strokes, smiling as a string of swears filled the air around them. “Go on, California. Give us that sweet release.”

  She threw her head back, resting against Dade’s body as she screamed.

  * * * * *

  She reeked of both men.

  They looked so fucking happy. So joyous as they sat around a table near the bar, laughing and joking about something known only to the trio. He’d followed them to the bar from the warehouse, staying to the shadows. The ease they had with one other made it evident they’d just had some kind of scene inside the large building.

  He couldn’t imagine hiding in some kind of building, secreting away his preferences. Not when he had every right to put them proudly on display for the world to see. A submissive of Beth’s caliber deserved to be worshiped on a pedestal by others who could appreciate her willingness to comply. Not tucked away and hidden from view.

  He wondered how long they’d been fucking her.

  Damn him for missing that fact. She’d always flourished when multiple people were involved. He prided himself on his attention to detail and he’d failed. A piece of information such as that could prove valuable. It was something he could use whenever the time came.

  And it would.

  He would do whatever it took to guarantee he’d get what he wanted.

  His hand tightened against the water glass as the men on either side of Beth laughed at something she said. Ryan slid his hand under her long tresses, pulling her closer. As their mouths met, his ire notched a few degrees higher.

  Not a Dom’s kiss—a lover’s kiss.

  Ryan was in love with the bitch.

  The couple parted, a soft blush darkening Beth’s cheeks as Ryan slid his finger down her face. The three resumed their animated conversation, the other man brushing his fingers against the back of Beth’s hand.

  Who was he? How dare he put his hands on his property.

  Rage burned inside him.

  Neither man had earned the right to touch her in such a way.

  She belonged to him. She was his property. His cunthole. And he was tired of watching these two assholes transgress on what he rightfully owned. Time to end this once and for all so he could take back what belonged to him.

  He shoved aside his water glass, ignoring the high-pitched screech of the chair against the wood flooring as he kicked it away. He shoved a patron when he lost sight of the trio for a split second. “Get out of my fucking way.”

  The customer held up his hands and moved quickly, but not fast enough for his liking. When the man finally moved, the trio was no longer sitting at the table. He spun, frantically searching Brogans before sighting the three as they walked out the front door. Going back to the warehouse for more debauchery more than likely. While he would normally commend the behavior, he took exception because it was Beth.

  His Beth.

  “Do you need something, sir?”

  Flexing his hands, he stared at the door as anger burned hot in his stomach. He’d wait. It was too soon to make a move no matter how much he wanted to. He breathed quietly, forcing himself to push away his rage. Losing it here would raise too many red flags. Small town. Small talk.

  “Sir?”

  “Another water.” He turned his canted chair upright, his gaze following the waitress as she made her way to the bar. Pert ass. Nice tits. Pale skin that would mark up nicely. Too much makeup though. Thin too. She would break under the force of his very first blow.

  He wanted a sub made of heartier stock.

  Like Beth.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The sun had just started to peek over the horizon as Beth stepped out onto the sidewalk. She waved to Drew who had just taken over the soundboard to start the station’s popular morning show.

  A quick glance at her phone showed the morning had gotten away from her as she’d recorded a few commercials. Though she was running a bit later than normal this morning, it wasn’t as if she had s
omething pressing to rush off to.

  Nothing was waiting for her other than a cold, empty bed.

  In the few weeks since her panic attack, she hadn’t seen much of Ryan. He called, of course, checking to see how her shift went. They’d had dinner at his house last Friday, but he’d sent her away after a glass of wine, claiming he needed to work.

  The distance between them had spread wider than a chasm.

  What should have brought them closer together only seemed to push him further away. She refused to be ashamed of what happened. Pushing her past the blocks Ethan had erected was the exact reason she’d asked Ryan for help.

  She’d started calling Ryan Master, for fuck’s sake. And it felt right.

  A niggling feeling in her gut told her his distance wasn’t due to her uncontrolled reaction. There was still something Ryan wasn’t telling her, something she couldn’t put her finger on. He wasn’t outright lying, but he wasn’t being completely honest either.

  But about what?

  She liked the way he showed her she was stronger than she believed, reminding her of the woman she was before she’d met Ethan. She wanted to reach out and help him, but he tossed up a wall every time she tried. Then again, he wasn’t the one who needed help. He wasn’t the one who’d started this whole thing in the first place by showing up unannounced at his house.

  Smooth move, Lawson.

  Before she realized, she’d dialed Ryan’s phone. His voicemail clicked on right away, signaling he’d turned off his phone. Which meant he was buried in work on the boat and didn’t want to be disturbed.

  Or he was avoiding her.

  Exhaustion swept over her suddenly, weighing her entire body. She’d let her own work carry her away. The Quilted Cow was all the way on the other side of town, a long walk when she was already dragging her feet. She tapped a set of keys against her palm. She was only two blocks away from the warehouse.

  Sanctuary had proven true to its name, rescuing her from the depths of a darkness she thought would never disappear from her mind. Maybe it could serve as her savior now. Ryan had given her a key for times he’d commanded her to arrive before him and prepare herself.