Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2)

by Bianca Sommerland

  Our. She couldn't think beyond that wonderful word. She wanted to dance and sing! Only she wasn't even allowed to talk. Of course, she wasn't all that good at the obedience thing yet.

  So she ignored his last request. "But—"

  He put his finger over his lips. "I told you to speak your mind. I told you I wouldn't punish you tonight. But if Dean and I are going to share you, I believe he'll have no problem doing so in my stead if you disobey. Are we clear?"

  A freakin' catch. Why am I not surprised? She wrinkled her nose and nodded.

  "That's my girl." He slid his hand down her cheek, to her throat, then hooked his hand to the front of her nightie. "Now, as I told Demyan, you really do need to be naked for this. So do not move."

  Her breath whooshed out of her as he pulled her babydoll over her head. The flames within reignited.

  Her eyes locked on Dean. She mouthed 'Thank you'.

  And he smiled.

  * * * *

  All that emotion, pain, regret, love—Dean shook his head as he stood back and watched Bower strip Silver—he could almost lose himself to it. Could almost believe that this could last.

  His gaze followed Bower's motions as the man clipped Silver's wrists to the upper corners of the frame, then attached her ankle cuffs to the bottom corners. Other than the odd touch to her side or her thigh for comfort, he seemed to avoid contact. A glance at the insides of Silver's spread thighs showed Dean why. The soft, pale flesh glistened, damp with her arousal.

  Dean grinned. Bower didn't want her to come yet. The right touch would set her off. So he was being very careful. We're going to play our needy pet for all she's worth.

  Since Bower was in charge of the scene, Dean caught his eye as he approached Silver and waited for his nod before touching her. It felt odd, asking for permission to touch the woman that had been his alone for so long, but a relationship like the one he'd instigated demanded mutual respect.

  "My poor baby, this is hard for you, isn't it?" He pinched Silver's chin between his thumb and finger, making her look into his eyes as he stroked up her slick inner thigh and smoothed his hand over her pussy. Two fingers moistened in her juices sank into her feverishly hot slit. "But you're going to show Bo—Master Landon how eager you are to please him. You're going to make me proud." He gently fucked her with his fingers until she whimpered and her eyes widened with the effort she made not to give in to the sensation. "No matter what he does to you, you won't come until he allows it, will you?"

  Her tiny teeth dented her bottom lip. She shook her head. The metal clips holding her wrist cuffs rattled against the eyebolts. Her nostrils flared. But she managed to pull herself away from the edge.

  Landon came up behind her, swiftly braided her hair, then pinned it out of the way. He kissed her throat and pressed his body against her back. "You have more control than I thought you did, mignonne. I'm impressed." He brought his hard gaze to Dean's as he slid his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. His fingers scissored over her nipples. "You enjoy being here, between us. Your pulse has sped up, your skin is damp with sweat. You love knowing we can, and will, do anything we want to you."

  Her pupils dilated. She nodded as much as she could with Dean still holding her chin.

  "You're right, mon petit chaton. We've have a lot of time to make up for." Landon's grey eyes softened slightly as he continued to study Dean, as though he'd confirmed something to himself. Most likely that they were on the same page. "Shall we get started?"

  Dean withdrew his fingers and inclined his head as he used them to moisten Silver's lips. "I think that's a very good idea."

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Landon made sure the wire attached to the base of the long, black wand circled wide from the unit, giving him plenty of space to move around Silver's body, and attached the most basic electrode. A hot rush of power flowed through him—not from the wand, he hadn't turned it on yet. No, it was a feeling of control. Electricity was his element. The one thing besides guarding the net that he had full confidence in.

  He glanced over at Richter as the man dimmed the lights over their roped off section. Far off screams and leather slapping flesh, as well as flesh slapping flesh, came to him, along with the dark, violent thrum of Lazarus AD's Lust. Damn, he hadn't heard that song in awhile. A cool song, but he blocked it out with everything else. Found his center. And opened it to include Silver, and, to a lesser extent, Richter.

  "This is the Mushroom." He held up the wand so both Silver and Richter could see it. He circled the flat base with his finger. "The width lessens the intensity. I like using it to wake up the nerves and warm the flesh. I'll start on the lowest setting."

  That had to be the shortest intro he'd ever given. But Richter could learn more later. Landon had Silver, watching him with nervous anticipation, her sleek, naked body bound and available to him.

  He turned the knob at the base of the wand and smiled over the pink glow. "I thought you'd like this color."

  She giggled and the pulse at her throat sped up.

  Moving in, he held the wand over her arm, then ran it smoothly from her elbow, down to the base of her breast. He pulled the wand away and took her mouth hard to taste her little gasp. Putting a breath of distance between them, he stroked the wand under her breasts, up the other arm, and smiled as she began to pull on her restraints.

  "It probably feels a little strange, tingly and warm." He lowered the wand and followed the path he'd taken with his other hand, pausing to tease her nipples. "This is nothing, mon amour. Just." He bent down and flicked his tongue over a rosy little nub, already nice and erect. "A little." He sucked hard until she jerked and tried to twist away from him. "Taste."

  Panting, she stared at him as he knelt before her. She twitched, making helpless little sounds as he kissed just above her knee, then worked his way down with his lips. And back up with the wand. When he reached her inner thigh she threw her head back and swallowed back a scream.

  "Silver." Richter took a step forward, then stopped himself and gave Landon a tight smile. "I apologize. I've never tested her limits. I don't know how readily she'll use her safeword if she needs to."

  We'll have to work on that. But Landon understood Richter's concern. "I make a habit of reminding a sub several times during a scene what their safeword is. I don't think she needs it yet . . . ." He cocked his head. "Silver, tell me your safeword."

  "Yellow. Red." She shook her head as though to clear it. "Red. It's red."

  "Good girl." He arched a brow at Richter who nodded, satisfied. Looking back up at Silver, he stroked her leg and smiled. Her lips were pressed tight together, but he had a feeling it was from impatience more than anything else. He decided to test her. "We've only just begun, chaton, but I don't want to overwhelm you. Would you like me to continue?"

  She lifted her head and whispered something to the ceiling. Her narrow gaze came down, fixed on him, dark and downright deadly.

  Damn. That look could light me on fire. He stared her down, his cock hardening as he watched her struggle with herself. Finally, she lowered her eyes.

  "Yes I'd like you to continue." Her tone was sharp, but her jaw worked as though she was chewing on what else she wanted to say to him. Her lush lips curved slightly and amusement lightened her features. She shook her head and sighed. "I'll get better at this, I promise. But . . . please. Please continue, Sir."

  Hard won submission. The best fucking kind.

  He turned up the wand until the soft buzz became a loud hum. "Very good, Silver. I know that wasn't easy for you. I think you've earned a reward."

  "I—"

  "Shh." He smirked when she frowned. "Not another word or I'll change my mind." He pressed his palm to her belly, slipping lowered and lower as she shivered and pushed against him. He spoke just as the wand took the place of his hand. "You may come. Whenever you're ready." He drove his fingers into her cunt, all wet and ready for him, then withdrew them and let the wand touch her flesh. "As often as you like."
<
br />   * * * *

  More and more heat. A stingy bite of pain. It went away and Silver shook as Landon's fingers pushed into her one again. She convulsed as they slipped away. The bite returned, along the crease between her pussy and thigh. Her orgasm raged through her, so fierce a scream ripped from her throat before she could stop it. The aftershocks reverberated through her body like the earth under a stampede, coming closer and closer until she was sure she'd come again if the fucking man blew on her.

  "Ohohoh!" Her eyes teared as he teased a sensitive spot along her side with sharp electric bites. So good, yet almost too much. Then . . . not. Her head felt airy and the pain was gone. She moaned as a pink glow hovered over her breast, snapping at first one nipple, then the other, such a sweet, sweet sensation. Tiny lightning bolts shot downwards and her clit ached as it absorbed them. Like when Dean pinched them, only without the pressure.

  Dean . . . she spotted him, still close, his eyes hooded as he watched her. Slightly dazed, she smiled at him and he smiled back. His lips moved, but she couldn't make out what he said.

  "Silver." Landon filled her vision, his grey eyes sparkling as though filled with the electricity he used on her. He grazed her cheek with his knuckles. "You in a good place, precious? Does anything hurt?"

  She laughed. "Hurt? Oh, no. Nothing hurts. Nothing at all."

  He nodded and moved away, returned, and reached up. His fingers slid around her wrists. His hand ran down her arms and massaged her shoulders. "All good."

  "All good." She giggled as a bit of loose hair tickled her neck. "Very good, Sir."

  "Hmm." He studied her like she was one of those funny pictures that changed when stared at long enough. "If we're careful, we can keep you here for a bit longer, mon amour. Would you like that?"

  Staying here sounds perfect. Swaying a little, she nodded.

  "This is the indirect method," Landon said. "I'll go into more detail next time, but for now I'll just show you the effects."

  Landon flowed by her, blurry around the edges. She heard him behind her. His fingers skittered down her spine and her back bowed as tiny shocks leapt from his fingertips. Alternating heated petting and a lighter, teasing touch, stirring the charge over her flesh as though he was painting her with it. Then something hit her and she jumped. Widespread, stinging strikes, almost painful. She whimpered and arched away.

  It stopped. She panted and whipped her head from side to side. Now Landon was in front of her. Holding a shiny flogger. He gently brushed the strands of the flogger over her breasts. The pain intensified. A snap and she drifted away from it, higher than she'd been before. He hit her stomach. Her pussy.

  Oh god! Her clit burst and she sobbed as she came again. Heat and mind numbing ecstasy. Her body couldn't take anymore. Her legs didn't want to hold her up. But she needed more. Just a little more . . .

  Dean appeared, close to her side. "Landon—"

  "Yes, I see."

  Her ankles and wrists came loose. She fell, but not far. She pressed her eyes shut as the fuzzy, dark room tipped sideways.

  "That's enough for tonight, mignonne." Landon held her close, settling down somewhere far away from the frame where he'd played with her. "You did very well."

  "Is it over?" She frowned when he nodded. "Not yet! It can't be over!"

  A hand brushed her hair away from her face. Dean looked down at her. "Pet—"

  "The last time was too short! I need—" She pressed her thighs together and swallowed against the urge to sob again. "I-I . . . .oh please!"

  "Shh." Dean knelt by her side. "Open her for me, Bower. I know what she needs."

  Landon turned her in his lap, letting her rest her head against his shoulder as he spread her thighs. He kissed her cheek. "Next time we play this way, pet, you won't be denied first. I think, together, it was a bit too much."

  She agreed. But she wasn't given a chance to say so. Dean cupped her pussy and slowly slid two—no three—fingers deep inside her. He pumped at a steady pace. Then something started buzzing. Vibrations pressed against her clit and she squirmed. Landon held her arms to her sides. Dean forced her legs open wider. Restraints, ropes, chains—they didn't need any of that to keep her exactly where they wanted her—the buzzing sped up and she hissed through her teeth—to take her however they chose. She imagined the things they would do to her and . . .

  "Ah! I'm going to—" So full. So wonderfully full. "Landon! Mmm . . . Dean . . . ."

  "Now, Silver." Dean let out a gruff sound and rose up to kiss her. He growled into her mouth. "Come now."

  A heart of flame erupted in her core and spread until all her strength evaporated in wisps of erotic smoke. Tendrils of pleasure lingered as a heaviness came over her, weighing down her limbs, leaving her draped limp on Landon, gazing up at Dean as sleepiness dragged her towards darkness.

  His lips curved into a satisfied grin. "I think she's had enough."

  Oh yeah. She smiled into the cozy black. I'm done.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Landon shifted restlessly on the bed as he watched Silver sleep. She looked relaxed. Peaceful even. But he didn't like leaving those red marks on her breasts and back untended. Unfortunately, Richter had gone downstairs to close up the club and Landon hadn't gotten a chance to grab his toy bag.

  The front door to Richter's small apartment above the club creaked open. Landon sat up and sighed with relief as Richter came into the room, carrying his bag. "Thanks, man. I wanted to get some aloe on her. And I have something else for her in there."

  Richter nodded and dropped the bag by the bed. "No problem. Wish I could have come up sooner, but Demyan . . . hell, if he or either of the waitresses can walk after tonight, I'll be shocked."

  Snorting, Landon slid off the bed and bent down to dig into his bag as Richter took his place on the bed.

  "Dean?" Silver groaned. Then sat up fast. "He left again, didn't he? That fucking—"

  "I'm right here, Silver." He sat up on his heels and showed her the tube of aloe. "Your skin might feel a little tight, like you have a sunburn. This should help."

  "Oh." She bit her lip and her cheeks flushed. "I just thought—"

  "I know." Landon sighed as he stood. He hated that she thought he'd abandoned her, but he had to regain her trust. "I won't ever do that to you again, Silver. I promise."

  "I believe you."

  "No, you don't. Not really. But that's okay." He forced a smile and gestured vaguely at the bed. "Lie on your front so I can take care of your back."

  She spread herself out and Richter moved to her other side, playing with her hair as Landon climbed onto the bed and straddled her thighs. After squirting some aloe in his hand, he warmed it between his palms and gently coated her reddened flesh with the clear green gel.

  "Fuck, Landon. That feels good."

  Her moan tightened his balls. He clenched his jaw and added another coat to a bright red spot below her shoulder blade. "Language, pet."

  "Oh stop being so uptight." She turned her head and smirked at him. "Are you going to bitch if I ask you to fuck me?"

  Shit. He bit the inside of his cheek as his dick pressed against the inside of his leathers. She doesn't need any more tonight, Bower. She's just being a brat. "Behave yourself."

  Her eyes widened in mock fear. "Or what? Are you going to punish me?"

  "Silver—"

  "My back is fine now, Landon," she said, sweetly. "Can you do my front?"

  He groaned and shifted away from her, glancing at Richter. "Is she always like this?"

  Richter chuckled. "You didn't think you were taking on an easy sub, did you?"

  "No, but . . . ." He shook his head. She'd top him if he let her. Which would happen when he joined the fucking Leafs. He lightly smacked her thigh, right over a small burn. "Turn over."

  She hissed and flopped over, glaring at him. "Jerk."

  "Do you have a gag, Richter?"

  "Several." Richter stood. "Any preferences?"

  Silver tried to scramble up t
o the headboard, but Landon dragged her back down by the ankles. She sputtered and held up her hands. "No gags. I'll be good."

  "Clasp you hands behind your neck and don't move." Landon waited until she obeyed, then squirted a glob of cold gel right on her breast. He smirked when she hissed. "I was trying to be nice, but it's difficult when you insist on testing me."

  "That's not what I was—Oh! Mmmm." She thunked her head into the pillows as he molded his slick palms over her breasts and squeezed. "Damn it, three times should have been enough."

  Three times . . . ? Ah, so she thought coming would sate her. Maybe she needed more after all. He flattened his hands over her belly and worked his way down. "I think I've given you all I care to tonight, mon amour."

  Her bottom lip stuck out in a charming pout.

  "But." He sat up and pulled off his shirt. "I have needs as well. And I think I'm going to use your sweet little body to satisfy them."

  He pushed her legs apart and lowered his head.

  "Landon?"

  "Quiet, Silver." He parted her glistening folds with his fingers and laid a gentle kiss right on her clit. "I've been fucking dying to do this since we met."

  * * * *

  Silver's brain took awhile to catch up to her body. Her hips jutted up as Landon's wicked tongue delved into her, tasting her, torturing her all over again. She stroked his close shaved head, torn between being devoured by pleasure, and the enormity of having him, here, all hers to love and enjoy.

  You love two men, you crazy bitch? Her nails dug into his scalp as he sucked on her clit. And it felt too damn good for doubt to touch her. So she shoved the voice of doubt aside and simply allowed the tender emotions flow through her. Yeah. I do. And it's fucking awesome.

  Before long she felt herself tipping over the brink of climax, but she forced herself away from it and sought out Dean. Neither of the men had gotten much out of the scene. She needed to give something back.

  Dean smiled as though he understood and rose from the bed to strip. Landon kissed her inner thigh and waited while her gaze raked over Dean's solid muscles, not as large as Landon's, but nicely defined. Fine brown hair dusted with a bit of grey formed a V from his chest down to the thick white elastic of his black boxer briefs. Just the right amount of hair to be sexy, and god she loved touching it. Not many of the men she'd known before had chest hair and she'd never realized how much she missed the feel of it until she'd gotten herself stuck with two guys who waxed more often than she did. She even missed seeing pubes. Dean kept his trimmed and fuck, the texture when she held his balls in her hand while sucking on his dick . . . her mouth watered and she snapped her eyes back up to his face as he laughed.