Watching From The Shadows: Trident Security Book 5

by Samantha A. Cole

  There was no hesitation in her response, which thrilled him, and made his desire to pleasure her grow. “And what are your safe-words?”

  “Cauliflower or red.”

  “Good girl. Go to the master bedroom and remove your clothes. Then return here with my toy-bag from the spare bedroom.” He’d left it in there last night, after cleaning the toys they’d used in the panic room.

  “Yes, Master.”

  After watching her disappear down the hallway, Brody turned back to his friend. “Are you sure about this? I mean, this isn’t a weekend fling here.”

  “Absolutely.” He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and sighed. “She needs this, bro. And our friendship, our brotherhood, will always be good. No worries there. There’s very few people who I trust with my woman, and with kicking my ass when it needs it, and you’re number one on both lists.”

  The geek nodded, then smiled. “Okay. Then I’m honored and will follow your lead. Anything I should be aware of?”

  “Nope. She’s into the usual, standard play. Nothing extreme. She’s done the threesome thing before, but it’s been quite a while. I started with a smaller plug last night, then increased the size after the first scene we did. She should be able to take both of us without a problem. I’ll make sure she’s stretched enough before we double up.”

  “Sounds good,” was the response given as Harper reemerged. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, as instructed, and didn’t seem to be embarrassed or shy about it at all. As she handed Marco his toy bag, she started to lower herself to her knees again.

  “Uh-uh, sweetheart. Across my lap, so I can warm you up with a spanking.” He set the duffel on the floor next to the recliner, then sat back to give her room. This wasn’t a punishment spanking, and being in the lifestyle for years, Harper would know that. Instead, it was exactly what he’d said it was—a warm up. It would help her get into the zone of full submission while leaving all the stress of the past week behind. Moving to the side of the chair, she gracefully lowered herself, belly down, across his lap and the leather armrests.

  Still sitting on the couch, Brody grabbed the remote, changed the TV from ESPN to a classic rock music channel, and then settled in to watch the other two get started. Marco ran his hands down Harper’s bare back and up her thighs until they met on the twin swells of her ass. He squeezed them, bringing the blood to the surface so she wouldn’t bruise. “Ready, Butterfly? I want you to count out loud. I’ll start off with ten, then you’ll switch over to Master Brody’s lap to receive ten from him. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He hadn’t even struck her yet, and already he could feel the tension leaving her body. Lifting his left hand, he swiftly dropped it again, smacking her left ass check. While she’d been expecting it, that didn’t stop a gasp from escaping her lips, followed by, “One.”

  The next one landed on her right cheek. “Two.”

  As he worked the count up to ten, he slowly increased the amount of force behind each spank. Not to the point of harming her, but he was learning his sub really enjoyed pain play. The last strike landed on one of her sit spots and he could hear the cleansing tears in her voice as she rasped out, “Ten.”

  He rubbed the reddened flesh and asked, “Where are you, sweetheart? Give me a color.”

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Then go get the rest of them from Master Brody.”

  He helped her stand and watched as she stepped over to his friend. Brody held out his hand and she took it without pause, letting him guide her across his lap. From where Marco sat, her feet were pointed in his direction, and he could see the wetness coating her pussy as she got into position.

  Giving her ass a few squeezes, the other Dom repeated the earlier instructions to Harper. “Count out loud again, subbie. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir” was barely out of her mouth when the first strike landed on her already tender flesh. While she counted out her spankings, Marco stood and removed his shirt, pants, shoes, and socks, leaving only his boxer briefs on for the moment. Picking up his duffel, he quickly found his stash of condoms, along with the lubricant he would need to take her ass. Glancing at the couch, he decided to move them into the master bedroom as Harper announced the twentieth and final spank. The king size bed would be more comfortable for all of them, and he was sure Jake had installed a restraint system for when Nick and he were here.

  Taking what they would need with him, along with the baby monitor, he told her, “Help Master Brody get undressed, then bring him to the bedroom. I’ll be getting a few things ready.”

  * * *

  Harper’s ass was on fire, but the pain inflicted by hard palms on her soft flesh had quickly transformed into pleasure. Damn, she’d missed this. Not only the D/s aspect, submitting to a Dom…her Dom…but being able to clear her mind of everything and just feel.

  As Brody helped her rise again, she trembled—not from fear, but from anticipation. From the spanking, she was already in the zone of contentment, bordering on sub-space, and it would only get better from here. She trusted Marco with everything in her, and knew she could trust the man before her as well. Her Dom wouldn’t expect or accept anything less from his best friend.

  When Brody stood, she tugged his T-shirt out of his pants and dragged it up over his head. He ran his fingers through his dirty-blond hair as she tossed the shirt on the couch, then turned her attention to his belt buckle. He’d removed his boots and socks at some point—probably during her first spanking. Her fingers fumbled with the top button of his jeans and she gave him a ‘seriously?’ look when she realized the fly was all buttons. He chuckled, then hissed as she brushed against his denim covered hard-on, while undoing each one. Pushing the jeans down his slender hips and toned thighs, she was surprised to find he was going commando. Holy crap, was he hung! Dropping to her knees, she bunched the fabric to his ankles, letting him step out of them.

  Giving her a hand up again, he swept her hair off her shoulders, then with his fingers, lifted her chin until their gazes met. “Before we go any further, Harper, thank you for letting me join you. It’ll be my honor and pleasure.”

  “And mine, Sir.” She was honest with him. Her pussy was already throbbing in unison with her ass cheeks.

  Taking his hand, she led him to the master bedroom, where Marco had been busy. The lights were off, but he’d lit several candles, giving the room a soft glow. The comforter had been removed from the bed and only the sheets and pillows remained. He’d pulled out four straps which were attached to the posts of the bed and Jake had tucked under the mattress. She’d found them while changing the linens the other morning, grateful her mother hadn’t seen them—that was one question she’d no desire to answer. Sitting on the bed were two pairs of leather cuffs and a blindfold, which Marco pointed to. “Bro. Get these on and start hooking her to the posts, belly up, but don’t do the ankles yet. I need to grab one more thing from my bag.”

  “No prob. Come here, subbie.”

  Harper followed the Dom and stood next to the bed, where he made quick work of attaching a set of cuffs to her wrists as she held her hands out in front of her chest. In the meantime, Marco returned with the pink vibrator she’d used the night before. It seemed as if every one of her orifices would be filled tonight. Her eagerness grew along with the wetness between her legs.

  After the cuffs had been attached to all four limbs and the blindfold secured, the men helped her up on the bed. A hand nudged her hip and she scooted over to the center of the mattress. “Good girl,” Marco praised. “Arms up and out.”

  They attached the cuffs to the straps so she wouldn’t be able to move her arms. With the blindfold on, she had to rely on her other senses. Neither man said anything, but she heard them moving around. From the far end of the bed, Marco told her, “Bend your knees, Butterfly, and spread your legs.”

  Oh, fuck. She now knew why he’d brought the vibe in. It was going in her ass—most likely to stretch her a little more, so s
he could accommodate one of the men, and she wondered where she would be accommodating the other. Doing as she was ordered, she felt the bed tilt in two spots. At the foot, which she assumed was where her Master was, and to her right side. Her ass cheeks were spread and fingers spread lubricant over her anus. At the same time, a mouth closed around her right breast, sucking and licking the nipple. Pleasure shot through her and the hands at her ass took advantage of it, breaching her sphincter with a finger. It wasn’t long, though, before the digit was replaced with the lubricated vibe. It was eased in and out several times until suddenly it was turned on. “Oh, shit! Oh, my God!”

  The mouth at her breast moved over to the other one, just as a tongue licked her pussy. “Ahhhh! Ffffuuuck!”

  Her loud cry was reprimanded with a smack to her thigh. “Quiet, Butterfly. We don’t want to wake the baby. Straighten your legs for me.”

  Following the order while biting her bottom lip, she was reduced to gasps and whimpers as the Doms licked and nibbled her flesh. The vibe was lighting up every nerve ending in her rectum and the combination of sensations pushed all thoughts from her mind, except how wonderful it felt. Just when she thought they were going to push her over the edge, both mouths left her. She held back a cry of disappointment and felt the bed moving, realizing they were changing positions. From what she could figure, Brody was now between her legs, attaching her ankle cuffs to the straps at the foot of the bed. The vibe was then rotated and gently moved in and out, stretching her. But where was Marco?

  Her answer came in the form of the sudden pain, then pleasure which shot through her as a drop of hot wax landed on her right breast. She gasped and bucked her hips before large hands held her in place and a mouth attacked her pussy again.

  “Color, Butterfly?”

  “Green,” she gasped, trying to keep her voice down. “Very green.”

  “Good.” She could hear the unspoken desire in her Master’s voice.

  Another drop landed on her left breast, the heat sending her into orbit. It hurt for a brief moment, but it quickly mutated into a hedonistic feeling of electricity shooting through every cell of her body. As Marco painted her chest and abdomen with wax, Brody feasted on her, alternating with sucking on her swollen pussy and exposed clit, and playing with the vibe. The sensations became too intense, and she was reduced to begging for release at the fear of cumming without permission. “Please, Sirs! I’m close! It’s too much! Please!”

  “Cum for us, Butterfly.”

  With those words, another drop of wax plopped directly on her left nipple as Brody closed his teeth on her clit. Behind the blindfold, her brain exploded with Fourth of July fireworks. Darkness was overcome with sparks of white, red, blue, and yellow lights. She opened her mouth to scream, but a pillow was quickly put over her face to muffle it. Thank God, because not only would Mara have awakened, but the entire compound probably would have heard her. As her orgasm continued in waves, the men didn’t let up. Pleasure/pain shot through her again, when more wax struck her right tit, and her pussy was tongued relentlessly. She plummeted a second time, screeching into the pillow.

  This time, they let her recover, and once her cries were reduced to quiet moans again, the pillow was removed. Marco asked, “Okay, sweetheart?”

  “Oh, yes…Sir…v-very okay.”

  She heard both men chuckle as they unhooked the cuffs from the straps. They were far from done, she knew that, as she lay limp, waiting for whatever was coming next. Or who was cumming next.

  CHAPTER 20

  Marco reveled in his submissive’s muffled screams of pleasure. If her skin hadn’t been holding her together, he was sure she would have fragmented in front of them. Her body quaked with her release as Brody and he drew it out as long as they could, unsurprised when a second orgasm hit her just as hard. Once he made sure she was okay, he glanced at his friend who was rising to his knees in between her legs, after removing the now inactive vibe from her ass and tossing it aside. Grinning, the man wiped her cum from his mouth and chin. “Holy shit! Too bad Shelby isn’t into women because I’d love to see the two of them cum together.”

  Chuckling, Marco finished undoing the last strap. Before the pixie submissive had been collared by Parker, the two men had tag-teamed her many times. The woman was explosive, to say the least, when she came. They had never been able to fuck her mouth at the moment she orgasmed, because she had an involuntary reflex to bite down—and neither man had wanted to become detached from their manhood as a result. “I know, right? Scoot over, Butterfly. Let Master Brody lay down. You’re going to ride him as I fuck that luscious ass of yours.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smiled. She sounded breathless and he wondered if it was from her back-to-back orgasms or the anticipation of taking them both at the same time. His bet was the latter. From what she’d told him, it’d been years since she’d taken two cocks at once.

  After rolling on a condom he’d retrieved from the nightstand, Brody lay in the center of the bed, and then Marco assisted Harper into positioning herself over the man’s hips. Brody held his hard cock in place as she slid down on it, both of them moaning as she did. With little thrusts of his pelvis, the Dom quickly filled her, then held himself deep in her core, waiting for her Master to join them. “Shit, man. Hurry up. She feels fucking incredible.”

  “I’m coming.”

  Still blindfolded, Harper smirked. “Not yet, but you will be.”

  Her sassiness prompted Brody to reach around and smack her ass. “Brat.”

  They all laughed as Marco put on a condom and then climbed on the bed behind Harper. Grabbing the tube of lubricant, he coated two fingers on one hand, and then his throbbing shaft. He thrust his fingers into her back hole and made quick work of ensuring she would be able to take him. In the meantime, his friend could no longer stay still, and began moving his hips as he played with her nipples. The moans coming from her mouth had Marco speeding things along. Withdrawing his fingers, he pushed gently on her back until she draped herself across Brody’s upper torso. He straddled his friend’s thighs, not bothered by any unintentional contact with him, as he’d gotten over any weird feelings years ago. While both of them were nothing but straight, in order to tag-team, they were bound to brush up against each other.

  Lining the tip of his cock with her back hole, Marco rubbed his hand up and down her back. “Ready, sweetheart? Tell me if you need to be stretched more or something doesn’t feel right.”

  “Y-yes, Sir. Please, hurry. I need you.”

  And he needed her…no, it went beyond that. His heart clenched. Holy shit! It’d happened. The impossible had happened. This woman had taken his hardened heart and, without even trying, showed it how to fall in love. He was up, down, turn-around in love with her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Not just because of Mara, although his daughter was the icing on the cake, but because he didn’t think he could live without seeing Harper every day and making love to her every night. Once again, his sister had to be laughing at him from her grave.

  A moan from Brody brought Marco back to the here and now. Tilting his hips, he entered Harper’s ass an inch at a time. It took several rounds of withdrawing and plunging until he was seated far enough inside her. Like they had done for years, neither man needed prompts or instructions from the other as they began to alternate their thrusts. One was on the way out as the other was on the way in.

  The three of them grunted, groaned, and perspired as one. Despite stretching her, Harper’s ass was so tight, Marco was almost seeing stars, as she hugged his cock and he felt Brody’s through the thin membranes separating them. It wasn’t long before the pace was increased and his balls drew up tight with his pending release. “Hit her clit.”

  The other man snuck his hand between his and Harper’s lower body’s and found the little pearl that would send her over the edge, taking both men with her. As soon as her orgasm hit her hard, Marco came with her, emptying his seed into the latex barrier, a few momen
ts before Brody followed. Their shouts and loud groans were a testament to the fact they’d all forgotten to keep their voices down when nirvana had overtaken them.

  As they lay in a heap, trying to catch their collective breath, Marco was surprised they hadn’t woken the baby up. The monitor on the nightstand was silent. It was a good thing to know Mara could sleep through all the commotion they’d just made. Easing from Harper’s body, he left the two of them to untangle themselves, as he stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of his condom and get a wet washcloth and dry towel to clean his sub. It might come as a shock to most people outside of the BDSM community, but this was the part of a scene he loved the best—the aftercare—because that was when his submissive needed him the most. It was when she was completed exhausted and sated, and counting on him to take care of her needs, which were no longer sexual in nature or part of an emotional release. This was when he felt truly needed.

  Returning to the room, he found Brody easing her to the mattress as he slid out from under her limp body. When the man noted his partner had come back, he removed the blindfold the sub was still wearing, then stood from the bed and headed to the bathroom to get rid of his own condom. Marco sat next to Harper as she lay on her back, and spread her legs. He cleaned her with the cloth, then moved so he could sit with his back to the headboard and put one of the pillows in his lap.

  Coming out of the bathroom, Brody stepped over to the bed and helped him remove all the cooled wax from her chest and abdomen. They then moved the woman’s upper body until her head rested on the pillow. He glanced at Marco, who nodded. “Feel free to stay or go. It’s up to you.”

  Brody leaned over and kissed Harper’s bare shoulder. Reaching down, he grabbed the comforter from the carpet and opened it to place over the submissive’s body. “I’ll leave you to do what you do best. And I’m glad things are going to work out for the two of you, despite everything going on. You deserve to be happy and in love, man. Everyone does. So don’t blow it.” He held out his fist which Marco bumped with his own. “Be good. And thanks. It was an honor.”