Writes of Submission

by Cassidy Browning

  His tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting into her like a conquering army. It swirled around hers, coaxing a rising heat that needed to be quenched. She thrust her hips at him and reached to grab his hair but was surprised when her hand was intercepted by the warm flesh of Kane’s fingers.

  She realized with shock that she was ignoring Kane and broke the kiss to turn back toward him. Again, before she could say anything, Kane had leaned in and took over where Dante had left off. His lips crashed into hers and the duel between her tongue and his began. She was conflicted and a little confused. Even while she was kissing Kane, she found her hips working at Dante, who was still settled between her legs.

  Kane pulled back from the kiss and asked, “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

  She shook her head. “What have you two done to me? I’ve never acted like this before. You must think I’m a slut.”

  “Not at all, love.” Dante moved closer, nuzzling into her neck. He began kissing and biting her, finding just the right place. His teeth grazed her skin, causing fire to race along her nerve endings straight to the heated center of her pussy.

  She opened her mouth, but the only sound to escape was a long sigh.

  Kane began working his fingers into her hair. “Slut isn’t always a bad word.” He chuckled and the sound made her want to please him so she could hear it again. “You are ours and we are going to prove that to you now.”

  His fingers pulled her hair tight at the back of her head. She gasped at the sudden pain, but almost immediately he released his grip and a rush of endorphins flooded her head. She reeled and almost missed Dante lifting himself off of her. Before she could complain, he was tugging her panties down her legs and then she was bare before their eyes.

  She watched as he ripped his shirt off and threw it behind him. His kilt followed without delay and she stared at the huge throbbing erection bobbing before her. She lifted her hand to reach for him but Kane’s mouth found her nipple and distracted her once more.

  Her eyes closed and she lost herself in the feeling of fire shooting from her nipple straight to her pussy, flooding it with her need yet again. She felt Dante climbing back onto the bed, pulling her up and turning her onto her side facing Kane. Before she could wonder what he had in mind, his body molded itself to her from behind. She pushed back against him and was rewarded by the pressure of his hard cock nestling into the crease of her ass.

  Dante’s moan in her ear let her know that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. His fingers dug into her hip as he rolled her back onto him. He dragged her left leg over his, exposing her heated sex. He shifted under her and suddenly she could feel the head of his prick nudging her opening. She threw her head back and gasped as he thrust forward, burying his cock in her to the hilt. His rapid thrusts began in earnest and the pressure in her built.

  “Oh, yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she gasped, pumping her hips back at him, driving him even deeper with each thrust. Panting it like a litany, she gave herself over to his pounding rhythm. Kane leaned forward and began biting one nipple, his hand squeezing and pinching the other as Nikki rode the waves of pleasure. Her orgasm began to build, surging on a wave of submissive bliss. She was totally open to them both. She had never known what ecstasy there could be in the connection between three people, but there was nothing in the world she would have traded this feeling for. It was as if everything in her life had been directing her forward to this moment, leading her gently to the experience of giving herself as completely as she could to Kane and Dante. She was close, so close to the release. Her legs were trembling and the tide was just about to break when Kane whispered softly, “You’re going to love this.”

  His fingers began a strumming rhythm across her clit and she screamed. The powerful orgasm ripped her from the face of the planet and thrust her into orbit. Each pulse of her pussy caused her whole body to contract and spasm. The muscles bunched and released over and over, working her heated cunt up and down Dante’s rigid cock. She heard him grunt, “Oh, God,” just as his dick swelled even larger and exploded, shooting stream after stream deep into her womb. Each blast of his release filled her with his cum, driving her own climax to continue its merciless racking of her body. Finally they both lay motionless, spent and gasping for breath.

  “My God, that was amazing. I have never come so hard in all my life,” she mumbled, straining to open her eyes.

  “I agree.” Dante slowly allowed his softening prick to slip from her still twitching cunt. She was disappointed by the empty feeling left behind and frowned slightly.

  “Oh, don’t worry, baby. You’re not done yet. It’s my turn now.” Kane’s voice was rough with what she assumed was suppressed need. He pulled her off of Dante and flat onto her back in the center of the bed. She was surprised when Dante reached out and held her hand so they could still be connected while she was with Kane.

  Her frown turned into a grin of anticipation when she saw that Kane was now as naked as she and Dante were. His cock was a nice match to Dante’s, thick and hard and obviously ready for action. Without conscious thought the words fell from her mouth in a tone of anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

  He climbed between her thighs, his dick seeming to strain ahead of him, and guided his iron rod straight into her. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, allowing him even deeper access. She felt his right hand slide under them, cupping her ass. His breath tickled her neck as he said, “Soon, baby, we will take you together and really make you ours, but for now let’s see how you like this.”

  His fingers curled into the crack of her ass as his cock plunged fully into her heated depths. Her moan of pleasure turned first into a gasp of surprise as his index finger pushed past her rosebud, lubricated by all of the juices leaking from her exertions with Dante. She then moaned as the new sensation of being filled front and back at the same time kicked her excitement to the next level.

  She only had time for a fleeting thought of how naughty and erotic the feeling was before the first of this new wave of climaxes struck her like a thunder bolt. The feeling of his finger thrusting into her ass followed by his cock ramming into her cunt as the finger withdrew was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. The last thought she had was that if his finger felt that good, how amazing would Dante’s dick be when they took her together?

  Her cries of pleasure seemed to go on forever. Her throat felt raw and her voice was hoarse as her orgasm finally eased. She was completely sated but felt a momentary disappointment that she had missed Kane’s release during her own. He was sprawled on one side, Dante on the other. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but when the men snuggled in close, wrapping her in a cocoon of strong arms, she gave up and drifted into a sound sleep.

  Chapter 17

  “I got us a surprise.”

  Kane’s voice made both Dante and Nikki jump. Nikki almost spilled her coffee as she turned toward the doorway. Kane had a new, exuberant swagger to his walk as he came in and joined them at the table. He was wearing jeans and a bright red T-shirt that said, “Writer, n. A peculiar organism capable of turning caffeine into books.”

  “Dude,” Dante said, holding his own mug up in a salute. “You’re moving before the crack of noon. Did hell freeze over? Is it the zombie apocalypse? What gives?”

  Kane grinned at them. “Your fitness obsession seems to be contagious. I made arrangements for us to do a little excursion today. It should be interesting.”

  Nikki narrowed her eyes. “Okay. Who are you and what have you done with Kane?”

  He grinned as he sat down, picking up an extra mug and pouring himself some coffee. “I like shaking things up occasionally.”

  She looked between him and Dante. “What did you do?”

  He looked like a small boy who is enjoying the moment before his parents discover what he’s been up to. “I rented us some mountain bikes. What do you say?”

  Nikki ran a hand over her forehead.

  “Sick!” Dante’s eyes took on a kind of mani
c glow. “Allie said there’s a lot of trails around here. We can go off-road!”

  “If you say so.” Kane looked a bit dubious at that, but shrugged. “I was thinking of starting out on pavement. You know—nice, flat, safe.”

  “Sure, we can do that,” Dante said. “But you guys are really going to love it. I’m sure I won’t be able to keep you off the trails.”

  Nikki tried not to sound too old, even though she couldn’t actually remember the last time she’d been on a bike. “The two of you are welcome to go off and break body parts. I’ll wait for you here and kiss the boo-boos later. Someone has to be able to call the paramedics.”

  But she followed them outside after Kane had eaten a quick plate of pancakes. Dante was practically vibrating with excitement, or possibly the pride of someone who’s made a convert to his own particular religion. Nikki wasn’t quite sure which.

  The bikes were sitting out front, all shiny and new and lethal-looking. Each one had a helmet hanging off it, which made her feel a tiny bit better.

  “See? Perfectly safe.” Dante took one of the helmets and put it on Nikki’s head.

  She tried to back away, but he had the chin strap snapped before she could actually move and he was holding her firmly in place with it.

  “I don’t know about this.” She really shouldn’t be thinking about going with them. Riding bikes was for kids, and she was certainly not a kid anymore.

  “Come on,” Dante chided her. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

  “I don’t know. I could die? Shouldn’t we have, like, body armor or something?”

  “You won’t die,” Kane said, “and we don’t need padding. We’re just going for a simple bike ride. You’ll remember how when you get on. It’s just like riding a bike.”

  * * * *

  “There’s a trail.” Dante stopped his bike and waited for the other two to join him on the side of the road.

  Nikki pulled up first and followed his gaze dubiously. “Off-road? I don’t know. We’ve got a lot of work to do, anyway.”

  Kane came to a stop next to them. “I don’t think Nikki’s ready for that.”

  “Hey!” She glared at him. “I’m doing just as well as you are.”

  It wasn’t quite true, but Dante didn’t bother to argue. He nodded, preparing to continue down the road. “Okay. I think we’re only about a mile from Clifftop. We’ll just go back.”

  “No.” Nikki’s voice was stubborn. She looked between him and Kane, like a small child that’s been told it can’t do something its older siblings are doing. “Let’s try it.”

  Kane shook his head. “Maybe we should just go back, like Dante said. This looks too rough.”

  She turned a stubborn face toward Dante. “Do you think it’s too hard for me?”

  “Too hard? No. You could handle it if you’re sensible,” he said. “But maybe Kane’s right and we should just go back.”

  “No.” She shook her head vigorously. “I want to do it.”

  Kane shrugged and Dante gave in, wishing he’d never made the suggestion. “Okay, but let me give you some pointers first. Then we’ll try a small section and see if you like it.”

  A few minutes later, they were ready to begin. Dante went first, with Nikki following and Kane bringing up the rear. Dante shouted instructions and encouragement to the others, who seemed to be keeping up with no difficulty.

  Then, from just behind him, there was an alarming noise and the sound of Nikki screeching in panic. Dante grabbed for his brake, nearly throwing himself from his bike in his haste, and tossed it down. He turned to see Nikki lying next to a tree, her bicycle off to one side, and her face contorted in pain. Kane was kneeling next to her, his hands fluttering around her as if he wanted to pick her up but didn’t know whether it was okay to touch her or not.

  “What happened?” Dante raced back, joining him. “Is she okay?”

  Nikki moaned, putting a hand to her head. “Do I look okay?”

  “Don’t move. I’ll go call an ambulance.” Dante hesitated for a second, reaching out but then pulling his hand back. The only thing he knew about first aid was not to move someone who might have a back injury. He ran, nearly colliding with a large tree when he looked back at a helpless Kane hovering over the crumpled form on the ground.

  * * * *

  “Just a simple bike ride.” Nikki gave Kane the nastiest look she could muster as she let Dante help her out of the car. Her leg with its new ankle brace stuck out awkwardly and the pain meds made the world wobble dizzily around her. She must have swayed, because she felt Kane’s hands as well as Dante’s grab for her. There were suddenly men surrounding her, all of them holding out hands to keep her from falling. It was like before, when the paramedics had all been looking down at her as they loaded her into the ambulance, and she was confused for a minute before she remembered that she was back at Clifftop now. There were two young men there that didn’t seem right. She tried to smile at them, fuzzily trying to remember who they were and why they would be helping her. Tony and Chuck, that was it, and they had been the two boys at the party last night, the ones with the tails. She felt woozily proud of herself.

  Chuck, it had turned out, was a local police officer. He had called Tony while they were at the hospital to come and give them all a lift back to Clifftop.

  “I’m sorry, sweetie.” Kane’s voice was next to her and she was vaguely aware that he had an arm around her back. “But it’s not all my fault. Remember, Dante was the one who convinced you to go off-road.” His face refused to come completely into focus but it seemed to be too close. She tried to lean back to see if that would make it clearer, but instead the arm on her back tightened.

  Suddenly she was aware that her feet were no longer on the ground. She was being carried up the front porch steps and into the house and a concerned Allie was holding open the door and fussing over her.

  “I do blame you.” She tried to lift a finger to point at him, but his face was too close and her arm seemed to be trapped somewhere that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. It didn’t hurt, so wherever it was seemed to be okay in terms of bones and tendons and joints and things.

  But then she might not hurt anyway. They seemed to have given her some pretty powerful meds. She wondered in a foggy way if she should worry about that, maybe ask someone to hunt for her arm and make sure it wasn’t being bent or twisted in ways that she would regret later.

  Dante was doing some kind of anxious dance around them, looking like he actually was in pain. Maybe she should share some of her meds with him.

  “I’m so sorry, Nikki.” He moved aside so they could make their way up the stairs. She tried to look around Kane to assure Dante that she wasn’t angry at him. But Kane’s shoulders were just too wide and she couldn’t see anything but the red of that goofy T-shirt. She tried to remember what it had said but couldn’t. Something about caffeine.

  “I’m going to need some caffeine to get my writing done today,” she mused. There was no way she could type in the condition she was in now.

  The chest she was leaning against rumbled. “You’re not going to be doing any writing today, sweetie.”

  Oh, yeah. She’d forgotten about Kane and how mad she was. She tried again to pull out her arm, but it was useless. Instead she settled on a scowl in the direction of where his face floated above her. “Whose fault is that?”

  “Technically it’s yours.” He angled her into her own doorway and put her very gently on the bed. “You should have listened to Dante about being careful with your brake. If you hadn’t grabbed it like that you wouldn’t have gone flying over the top of your bike.”

  “Stop evading blame.” Evading. That was a good word. She should try to work it into her writing today. Her eyes seemed to want to close, but she wasn’t done yelling at Kane yet. She fought with them momentarily and then decided it wasn’t worth the effort either. At least her arm seemed to be back now. She flexed her fingers to make sure no damage had been done.

  T
he bed shifted as if someone had sat down on the edge. “How exactly is this my fault?”

  “You brought the stupid bikes here.” She opened her eyes and glared at Kane, daring him to argue. It was an unassailable point. He couldn’t deny it.

  “I know. I’m sorry you got hurt.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  He chuckled. “Why do you say that?”

  Why had she said it? She wasn’t completely sure. He hadn’t been as much of a dickwad as she’d expected him to be. But the way he looked at her always made her uncomfortable, as if he were trying to decide whether to laugh at her or not. It just felt like she should be mad at him and the bikes seemed as good a reason as any.

  She tried to shrug, but the action sent a strong jab of pain through her head. She winced, closing her eyes against the light, which suddenly seemed too strong. Peace. Peace and darkness were what she needed.

  “Get some sleep now.” His voice was soft and there seemed to be a hand brushing the hair off her face. She hoped it was Dante’s. She wasn’t angry at Dante, for some reason. Dante was sweet and cute and fun. He didn’t criticize her writing. Sure, he made them do odd things like yoga and hiking. But the bikes were not his idea. That was the important thing.

  “Yes, Sir.” The words seemed to be stumbling around in her mouth, coming out in a jumbled mess. She wasn’t even completely sure what she’d said.

  “What?” The hand, that nice warm hand, was caressing her cheek now. Nikki didn’t seem to care anymore who it belonged to. She turned her face and smiled as fingers trailed gently over her skin, leaving her with a cozy feeling that made it easier to ignore the question and sink into soft darkness.