by Madison Faye
Andie’s heart pounded as Jax dropped her on the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Jax said, his voice and stance dominating her far more than anything ever had before.
She scrambled into position. Wes stalked to the bed and sat with his back against the headboard.
“Bring Daddy that pretty mouth, little girl,” Wes ordered.
She crawled forward, half shocked at herself, but so aroused she shook with need. She’d talked and texted with Wes. He knew her fantasies of being made to crawl, to suck, to beg. He knew the dizzying turn-on it was to be flanked by two strong daddies. Now he was using that knowledge to get exactly what he wanted from her.
Her shoulders dipped, and she licked the tip of his rigid cock. It jutted up for more attention.
She heard the tear of a condom wrapper and turned her head. A second later, Wes’s fist clutched her hair to turn her head back.
“Open up,” he said.
Her lips parted, and he pulled her face down, his thick shaft gliding in over her tongue. She inhaled and widened her jaw to accommodate him, then closed her lips. He groaned as she started to suckle him.
“That’s it,” he said raggedly.
A moment later, Jax stroked the moisture weeping from her and massaged it into her clit. She mewled and eased her knees farther apart. She wanted more of him. More of his finger pressed against her clit. And more of his body. She wanted him inside her, stretching and using her.
When he probed her pussy’s entrance with the head of his cock, she arched her back to raise her bottom. His fingers pressed against the wounded flesh of her spanked buttocks, and she whimpered, the little surge of pain swirling through her and heightening her need.
His hand returned to her pussy, his palm against her clit, adding a little pressure, but mostly teasing her.
She tried to say the word please, but it was muffled.
“How’s her mouth doing on your cock? Does she deserve to come?”
“Not yet,” Wes said, tipping his head back, his eyes closed. “She started strong, but got distracted.”
The hand on her pussy withdrew, and she made a sound of agonized protest. A hard swat to her backside startled her.
“If you want a reward, you’ve gotta work for it,” Jax said.
She concentrated on the motion of her tongue, massaging Wes and creating a vortex with her mouth.
“Mmm,” Wes said. “Better. That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
Jax’s cock probed between her lips and then he thrust forward.
She groaned and pushed back.
He gripped her hips in strong fingers and began to fuck her with hard thrusts that drove her forward and pushed Daddy Wes’s cock deeper into her throat.
Slapping and sucking sounds filled the room. It was utterly filthy, but also so delicious to have them work her from both ends. She focused on the sensations, especially the way Jax stretched her pussy and the way she hugged his cock.
“Fuck. Swallow that cum,” Wes said as he thrust hard and jets of fluid filled her mouth and throat.
She swallowed, her heart hammering as the urge to take a breath overwhelmed her. He finally pulled back, leaving her gasping. Her head dropped to the bed as she sucked in air.
Daddy Thor’s rhythm was unchanged. He banged mercilessly against her sensitive cervix. She whimpered, weakly clutching the sheets.
Daddy Wes climbed from the bed.
She was so focused on the feeling of Daddy Thor’s entry and retreat into her plundered pussy that she didn’t open her eyes when the bed sagged.
It wasn’t until Daddy Wes clasped her arms that her eyes flew open.
“What are you doing?” she asked, as her arms were pulled behind her and encased in leather. He cinched them up, leaving her helplessly positioned with her chest and the side of her head on the bed. She moved experimentally, alarmed but also excited to be bound. “Oh!”
“Let’s raise her up,” Wes said.
Daddy Thor’s thrusts paused, and he reached forward. He took her shoulders while Daddy Wes gripped her torso. She was raised onto her knees, facing Wes with Thor behind her.
Wes’s hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. His hands tugged, extending her nipples, stimulating her hot body in ways she hadn’t expected. He pinched her nipples roughly.
“Pretty little nips need clamps. Or to be pierced,” he said, darkness shading his gaze.
Jax thrust up and into her. She gasped.
Wes’s hand rose to her throat. He gripped her there firmly, not squeezing, but demonstrating that she was completely under their power. Adrenaline danced down her spine.
“Sir—”
“Daddy,” he corrected, putting his other hand between her legs. His finger found her clit.
“What are you going to do?” she asked nervously.
“I’m going to make you come on his cock,” he said, teasing her clit. The pulse of pleasure immediately overcame everything else.
“Like that?” Daddy Wes said with a knowing smile. “Does the dirty little girl like being sandwiched between two hard daddies?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“It’s a good thing you do,” he said. “Can’t get away, can you?”
“No,” she said with a sharp influx of breath as Thor grabbed her bound arms and used them to pull her back against him and to hold her steady for his hard invasion of her body.
“Oh, God,” she wailed as an orgasm gripped her. It shook her body and made her pussy spasm around Thor’s thick cock.
“Good girl,” Wes said, bending his head and sucking lazily on her breast.
By the time Thor came, she’d come again and was totally spent. When they dropped her onto the bed and released her arms, she lay dazed and sleepy. They covered her with a blanket and gave her a pillow to curl up with. Wes kissed her temple before he walked out. Jax sat on the bed next to her and put his big palm on the back of her skull, a warm comforting gesture.
“How do you feel?”
“Stunned,” she whispered.
“In a good way?”
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper, heat suffusing her cheeks.
He bent down and kissed her. “Rest.”
“How was it for you?” she asked softly as he stood.
“There’s nothing better than having a beautiful girl in my bed. Especially one like you.”
“One like me?”
“One who knows her place.”
She bristled a little at that, a different kind of heat hitting her emotions. “I’m not always like that. I was experimenting,” she said. “To see what it would be like.”
“Now you know,” he said lightly as he walked out.
She couldn’t explain why she suddenly felt torn. She’d had an amazing time. But there was a little part of her that needed something else. Something more. She just wasn’t sure what that more was.
* * *
Jax threw away the vegetables from earlier, grinding them in the garbage disposal. Then he started again, dicing fresh ones. He glanced at the glass doors when he heard water.
“I could use a shower too,” Wes said.
“So go in.”
Wes shook his head. “She didn’t text me. She ran to you. I’m thinking of leaving her here when I go.”
Any other time Jaxson would’ve shaken his head and told Wes to take the girl with him. Wes was Daddy to the whole club. Jax was only Daddy Thor to select play partners. And normally a submissive who came banging on his door would be sent packing. He was the pursuer. So the fact that he didn’t object to the girl being left behind when Wes took off spoke volumes.
Jax shrugged that he didn’t care either way.
“It was a good time,” Wes said, nodding at the couch and then the bedroom.
“Yeah,” Jax agreed, splashing a little olive oil in a pan.
“First threesome for her. She might be shaky.”
Jax glanced over his shoulder at Wes and then at the wall that separ
ated them from the girl in the shower. “Might.”
“You’ll handle that?”
“If we’re alone, I’ll have to.”
Wes stalled halfway to the door. “Want me to take her?” he asked.
“No.” Jax tossed herbs into the pan where the oil was sizzling.
“All right. Night,” Wes said.
Jax nodded and raised a hand to wave goodbye.
When the door closed behind Wes, Jax stood looking into the pan, wondering why he wasn’t sorry to have a strange girl all to himself. He and Wes had done a lot of scenes together. They’d once had three girls in a king-sized bed with them in Vegas. It had been a very wild, very pleasurable night.
“Hey,” a soft voice said.
He turned to find his lovely door-crasher wearing one of his old army T-shirts. It looked rumpled and soft on her. She retrieved her panties from the living room floor and slipped them on, delicate fingers sliding discreetly under the hem of the shirt. He smiled, but deep down what he wanted to do was strip her and make her assume a position that pleased him until he was finished with dinner and was free to use that beautiful body again.
“Where’s Wes?”
“Had to go.”
“What are you making?”
“Paella.”
“What’s that?” she asked, walking over to peer in the pan.
She smelled even better than the food.
“Dinner,” he quipped.
She glanced up and smiled. “That much I’d figured out.”
“Saffron rice, chicken, some beans, and seafood. It’s Spanish.”
“Smells amazing.”
“Yeah.”
“Need help?”
“No,” he said. “You can pour yourself a glass of Verdejo though. And talk to me about your ex.”
She wrinkled her nose, which was both adorable and sexy. He considered hauling her up against him, but she wandered to the bottle of Verdejo and then to a stool at the island.
“Do I have to talk about him?”
“Yeah. Not necessarily now. But soon.”
Her shoulders relaxed, and she tipped the bottle to fill two glasses. “Thanks for letting me stay here for the night. I’m sure you’d rather I’d gone to stay with one of the girls from the club.”
“If I wanted you gone, you’d be gone,” he said, covering the pan with a lid and taking his glass.
“So you don’t mind?”
“If you behave yourself, we’ll have a great time. If you don’t behave…” He took a swig from his glass. “I’ll have an even better one.”
A rosy pink color tinted her face. It was lighter than the color his hand had put on her ass.
“You don’t know my limits.”
“Neither do you, I bet.”
A little smile played on her lips. “You’re not what I expected.”
“Based on what?”
“Online chatter.”
“Ah.”
“They talk about you with a mix of awe and longing. The Thor god-worship was definitely playing. They say you’ve got some Arctic aloofness. So far, I don’t see it. You don’t run as cold as Scandinavian waters, do you?”
He smirked. “I’m cool in some situations. With a gorgeous girl jackknifed over a piece of furniture, my blood runs as hot as anyone’s.”
Her flush deepened at the mention of the way he’d had her ass-up for discipline earlier. Good. He liked girls who had some innocence left.
She sipped on her wine, avoiding eye contact. He returned to the pan.
“So about Bill,” she said softly.
“Yeah?” he said.
“Things started off great… like they do. He was more into inflicting pain than I really enjoyed, but we made it work at first. Then he got more and more extreme, and he took away my safeword.”
Jax clenched his jaw and shook his head. Without a safeword, any scene could turn criminal. At best, it became abuse. At worst, it was forced imprisonment and rape.
“It started to feel like abuse.”
He turned. “That’s because it was. To ignore a safeword means a dominant is knowingly inflicting pain that the submissive doesn’t want.”
“I tried to break things off. He wouldn’t stay away. And once, he forced his way in and held me down. He didn’t go farther but not because he didn’t plan to. He wanted me on edge, always worrying about what would happen the next time. Keeping me scared all the time was part of the thrill for him. I went to the police. I felt like I had to.”
“And what happened?”
She shook her head, her silky hair flying. “They were awful. Not just no help, but actually aggressive and nasty. I guess he showed them some pictures and digital footage he’d taken of some of our early scenes. I never agreed to be filmed, but it didn’t matter. I guess in the clips it showed me consenting to punishment. They basically treated me like I deserved whatever happened to me. Maybe I should’ve talked to someone else, but it was too awful to go through a second time.”
The urge to smash something—like her ex’s face—was strong. But losing control of his temper wouldn’t solve anything.
“Some cops are good. Some are not. Those weren’t.”
“I decided to move. I’d already been thinking about it. But after I didn’t pursue charges or a restraining order, Bill got even more smug, even more menacing. So I left. I tried to cover my tracks, but it’s really hard to do. There’s so much information online.”
He nodded.
“I don’t know what to do. Move farther away? It’s only a few hours’ drive here.”
“You don’t need to move. Not because your ex is chasing you.”
“He gets away with things because he convinces people that I’m being dramatic or trying to cause trouble for him.” She looked at him imploringly. “He fools people. He’s a good manipulator.”
“So’s ISIS.”
She blinked. “And?”
“I’m not a negotiator. I’m Special Forces. Your ex will get the message to leave you alone. He’ll comply, or he’ll face the consequences.”
“It’s that simple?”
“Yes.”
“What if—?”
“There’s no what if,” he said, filling a plate with food and holding it out. “Take this.”
She rose and came to him, taking the plate. She kissed him on the cheek. “No matter what happens, thank you for trying to help me.” She retreated to the table without another word.
He turned to the pan, pleased by that kiss and by her in general. Jax usually didn’t do things for altruistic reasons. Usually he did things because he was being paid. People hired him to deal with assholes of all stripes. The U.S. government had paid him to fight terrorists. Now he had his own private security firm that protected high profile and very rich individuals. He didn’t generally have time or even know about cases that would’ve been pro bono. At the moment, however, he could still feel the place her lips had landed. His houseguest was now his client.
“Don’t mention this to Wes,” he said.
“Why not?”
“As a favor to me.”
“All right.” She tucked into her paella. “This is delicious.”
“Good.” He sat across from her and ate. When his phone buzzed, he pulled it from his pocket and checked the message. It was from Wes, letting him know that Kelsey, one of the Lair subs, said she would be happy to have Ellafay from the FB group stay for a few days if she needed a place to go. “One of the girls from the FB group offered you a place to stay.”
“Should I take her up on it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not done with you.”
She licked her lips and glanced down at her fork. “How long until you are?”
“A while.”
“A day? A few days?”
“To be determined.”
She tucked her hair behind her ear and tilted her head, looking at him through her lashes. “Do I have a say?”
“You can go anytime you want. That’s the part that’s up to you.”
“Well, that’s more than I had in my last relationship,” she said with a small smile.
Relationship. That wasn’t what he would’ve called what they were doing. “You should know that I don’t have long-term relationships.”
“That’s what I’ve heard,” she said, keeping her voice light.
He stood. “Take care of the dishes while I’m out and don’t open the door for anyone except me or Wes.”
She shot to her feet. “Where are you going?”
“To have a look around your place.”
“You don’t have to. It might be better to wait. To be sure he’s not lurking around, waiting for me to come back.”
Jax circled the table and pulled her into his arms. “Give me a kiss.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her soft sweet mouth pressed against his, her tongue slipping in to caress his tongue. He held her for several long moments before he released her.
“I won’t be long,” he said.
* * *
Cleaning up the kitchen was a good distraction, but when she finished, Andie found it impossible to sit down. She knew Jaxson was tough, but anyone could be ambushed, couldn’t they? She paced back and forth in the living room, going around and around the trunk that doubled as a coffee table.
She would not do something stupid like leave the safety of his place to walk back to hers. On the other hand, she wouldn’t wait forever for him to come back. She glanced at the clock. She would hold out for another fifteen minutes and then she would get online and message Wes.
A decision made, she crossed into the kitchen and grabbed his laptop from its resting place in a corner on the counter. She lifted the lid and pressed the on button. The black screen held only a blinking white cursor. There wasn’t even a prompt to enter a password. She hit a couple of keys, but nothing happened.
She hit the escape button, but only blackness stared back at her. When she heard a key in the lock she jumped, then jerked around in relief.
Jax entered, carrying a bag from her apartment.
“You got in?”
“Yeah, you dropped your keys on the stairs. I found them. I didn’t find a purse or a phone.”
“He grabbed my bag and jerked it away. I guess he took it with him.”