Taken by Two

by Sam J. D. Hunt

  “While getting the bandage on, you’ll need to apply strong pressure with your hands and maybe tape if you have it. It’s important, Penny—no time to be delicate, which is why we aren’t going to practice the pressure on Nate—too easy to break a rib. But, when it’s the real thing, give that fucking wound everything you’ve got. Apply as much pressure as it takes to stop the bleeding.”

  “There’s tape in my emergency kit,” I confirmed, riffling through it.

  “Always, duct tape is useful everywhere. You also have Super Glue for smaller cuts.”

  “What if the wound is too big for the Quick Clot pad? Like in Tarantino movies where they get blown away with a shotgun and the wound is spewing?”

  “Ah,” Rex nodded, delighted that I’d been paying enough attention to ask a relevant question. “In that case, you’d try a tourniquet—we’ll cover that tomorrow. I think that’s enough for today. I need to hit the Crossfit hard this afternoon—got to work on my washboard abs.” He reached down and pinched at Nate’s tummy, causing Nate to writhe in ticklish laughter.

  “I think the patient will live,” he teased, continuing to tickle Nate.

  After dinner that evening, we had drinks on the large balcony attached to my room. Nate and I shared a bottle of wine, while Rex sipped his standard tumbler of bourbon. “This room…it’s the same as when…” I took another gulp of wine for courage. “It’s the same as when she…”

  “She left, Penny, you can say it. And, you can say her name. I’m good with it, honestly. The past is fading into the past. That Evelyn, the one I knew, is long since dead. Her grief and addiction has taken her over—she’s someone else now.”

  “Addiction?”

  “Yes,” he took a deep breath. Rex wasn’t one to share much, but he was little by little letting me, and Nate, in. “I brought her here to try to save her from her grief. Well, her grief drove her to drugs, which drove her to him.”

  “Him?” I asked.

  “Pablo Lazar,” Nate answered for him as Rex sipped his bourbon. “She left Rex for someone who could hook her up with drugs—they’re married now. Last time I saw her, in Bogotá, it was like she was a ghost—vacant, dead stare...” Nate shook his head as if the memory was distasteful.

  Rex took another gulp and reached over and grasped our free hands together. “I didn’t mean to bring up pain, I was mostly wondering if I could change some things in this room? Make it more my taste?” I nodded my head toward the French doors leading into the room I occupied, even though I always slept with both men in Nate’s bed.

  “Oh, sure, yeah—but you’re not leaving here to shop.”

  “I can pick out some things online—I’ll pay. Or, I mean…I guess I don’t exactly have access to my funds…”

  Nate smiled. “I’m loaded, Pen, don’t worry about it. And, King Rex is a lot wealthier than he projects in those same shredded jeans and tired black t-shirts every day.”

  Rex glared at him. “Sorry I’m not sporting designer hipster jeans in the jungle like the male model here.”

  “I like you both dressed exactly as you are,” I put my drink on the table and slid a hand across Nate’s knee, “and I don’t want to leave here, ever. But, shouldn’t I tell my dad I’m okay? They’ll be wondering, right?”

  The two men shared a guilty look before Nate began to speak, his hand on my arm, his voice soft, his words carefully chosen.

  “Penny, your father is the reason someone tried to hire Rex to kill you.” I sat still and absorbed the meaning of his words.

  “Dad wants me dead?”

  “No, but David Sedgewick is deeply involved with the cartels, with the drug trade. He launders cash through the casino, and they reward him for it.”

  I was stunned. I knew dear ol’ dad wasn’t father of the year—but involved with drug cartels?

  “Are you sure?” I couldn’t put any other words together. They sat silently, allowing me to absorb the news, before Rex continued.

  “We’re sure, Princess. He has been for years. A lot of my work…Well, I’m very familiar with the DEA, let’s just say. His rival, Stewart Lynn, is the one who sent his henchman to hire me. The plan was to kidnap you, then make it look like you overdosed here in Colombia—blame the cartels and your father in a big public display.”

  “Yeah…” I was incredulous. “Lynn is a bitter rival and running for office soon.” I was stunned.

  “I’m sure someone else was hired when I refused. I don’t know who took the job—until I do, and neutralize that, you need to stay hidden.”

  “Why would Lynn try to hire you?”

  “He has contacts at the DEA, I’m guessing he figured that since I was out now, doing private business… That’s really all I can say.”

  “Do you…do that?”

  “No, baby, I don’t.” I was relieved to hear that, at the very least.

  Chapter Eight

  “Penny, come here.” Rex’s rich voice drew me to him, but I was stubborn. “No, just drink your drinks and smoke your smokes. I’ll just hang over here with my friends—oh wait, I don’t have any.” Rex leaned into Nate, the orange glow from the end of the fat cigar in his left hand flaring as he brought it to his lips and puffed. They were close, their legs touching as they sat on the stone bench in Rex’s garden at the side of the house. Nate leaned in even closer, his lips whispering something into Rex’s ear, causing a raucous belly-laugh from Rex. They are making fun of me.

  I’d been at the compound with the two men for the prior weeks, and we’d grown closer. I felt like this was the home I’d always craved, but never knew existed. At times, however, I had growing pains from the sudden infusion of life with two men. In Vegas, partying and having random sex with lots of men was common, but I’d never lived with one. I was an only child, and my father was never around our day-to-day life. With Rex and Nate, however, I often felt like I’d been tossed into a frat house. I didn’t always understand them, and sometimes felt left out. The tension was magnified by the fact that I was younger. Nate was in his late twenties and had been on his own running a business for years, and Rex was in his forties—stubborn and set in his ways. At twenty-four, I definitely had a lot of growing up to do.

  Minutes prior to my storming off in a huff, Nate had told a joke. A joke I didn’t understand. “Hey Pen, what’s the square root of sixty-nine?” I, of course being decent at math and not getting that it was a joke, answered, “Uh, eight something, I’d need a calculator.” The men burst into peals of ridiculous laughter, and I felt targeted—ridiculed. My entire life, despite being a good student, I’d been treated like a dumb blonde. That night, my insecurities crushed down on me, and I made a mountain out of a molehill. As the men laughed at what I later understood to be a joke from Nate, the punch line being, “Ate something,” a sexual innuendo, I took it far too personally. I flew out of my chair, tossing my wineglass into the lush lawn, and raced toward the house.

  “Fuck you both!” I howled at them as I made my hasty retreat. Rex’s head snapped toward me as I yelled at them.

  “Penelope, if you act like a child, I’m going to treat you like a child.” His tone was stern, but Nate was laughing as he sipped his bourbon.

  “You do anyway!” I turned to leave, but paused at the path to the house. I hoped one of them would chase me, preferably Nate.

  “Oh do I?” I stood still, listening for footsteps behind me.

  “Penny, come here,” he commanded once again, his voice serious.

  “No.” I stood on the path facing the house.

  “Okay, if that’s what you want—I’ll show you how a child is treated.”

  I heard the men rise, Nate’s giggling now gone quiet. The curiosity was too much, and I turned to face them. Rex snuffed out his cigar in the heavy ashtray, and Nate followed suit.

  Rex looked directly at me, the crystal tumbler of liquor in his right hand. “Come here or I’m going to spank that perfect ass.”

  “You wouldn’t!” I squealed, my insides q
uivering in both fear and anticipation.

  “Oh, Princess, I would!” He set the glass down and started toward me in long strides. I turned and ran toward the house, but Rex was too fast. In seconds he had me over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and was carrying me into the house.

  Nate chased after us, calling to Rex, “Hey, hey, let’s slow down a minute…uh…”

  “Slow down? I think your firm ass might be reddened to match hers.”

  “Oh,” Nate answered, his words dripping with lusty need.

  The anger dissipating, I smacked playfully at Rex’s back as he hauled me through the house, my billowy mini-skirt floating up to reveal my bare butt cheeks, my lacy thong leaving plenty of skin exposed. By the time he deposited me on the center of the bed, I was in peals of laughter. Rex maintained his stone-cold demeanor as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Over my knee, Princess,” he pointed to his lap.

  I’d never been spanked—not as punishment, not erotically—never. But, I was no stranger to sexy BDSM books, and although I’m not into pain, the idea of Rex’s giant hand across my bottom, with Nate watching, had me soaking my panties. “Hurry or I’ll spank you harder,” he barked. I crawled across the bed toward Rex. The room was lit only by the golden glow of the bedside lamp. Nate was crouched on the floor in front of us, his back against the wall. The glimmer of excitement was mixed with concern—I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me that I didn’t want. As Rex said, I didn’t need one, but Nate would always be my knight in shining armor. As I positioned myself across Rex’s powerful thighs, I winked at Nate and smiled. He nodded and licked his lips, leaning back against the wall, his legs parting into a wide V.

  Rex lifted my skirt and pulled my tiny thong panties to the side. “Fuck, Princess, you’re dripping wet,” he marveled, dipping a large finger inside me. He pulled it out, licked it, then slid it back in. I moaned a loud, wanton, “Ah!” as he pulled the finger out again. This time, he held it out to Nate. Without a word, Nate crawled over and sucked Rex’s finger, covered in my slippery arousal. As Nate sucked, I could feel Rex harden beneath me, his cock pressing into my legs through his jeans. He made one last dip into my throbbing pussy, this time holding his withdrawn finger to my lips. “Suck,” he commanded.

  His large left palm spread across my ass, gently kneading, as I sucked my own fluid from his salty right index finger. “I’m going to pardon you, sweetheart,” he said, pulling my skirt back down over my ass. “No,” I blurted out, turning my face toward him. He smiled. “You’re such a naughty girl, Penny—you want to be spanked?” I pushed my lower lip out, “Yes, please, I’ve been so very bad.”

  With a sigh, he said, “Okay,” and raised my short skirt to my waist. “I do hope you remember your safeword, baby.” What safeword? His large hand came down in a stinging swat. “Ow!” I wailed as he rubbed my reddening skin. “Enough?” I shook my head, “More.” Swat! The second spank was harder, my other butt cheek radiating a stinging warmth as he caressed it. “Done?” I wriggled on his lap before muttering, “Nope.” Four more fast spanks stung my ass in quick succession, then his comforting massaging fingers soothing the pain. Before I could think, he continued. A quick, sharp smack to my inner thigh, one to each burning butt cheek, one low across my emerging clit that caused me to moan and wiggle, and a fast slap across the very center of my ass before he grunted out, “Ready to say the safeword?” My hips gyrated as he spanked a few more times before I could form the words, “You never gave me a safeword!”

  “Oh,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s because I’m not into that stuff, and I don’t spank people. But, you sure as hell got turned on from a little slap-ass.” Nate’s eyes were wide from the floor, his hand rubbing his thick cock up and down through his jeans. “Who else here has been bad, Penny?” Rex tugged my skirt down over my red behind and pulled me up into his arms. “Nathaniel has been downright childish,” I answered quickly. “What?” Nate looked confused, nervous…and turned on as hell. “Over my knee, bad boy—drop the pants and take it like a man.”

  Nate stood slowly. He looked to me, and as I nodded, he pulled his belt through the loops of his jeans. Tossing the thick leather belt to the floor, he yanked at the button on his jeans, unzipping them as we watched. In a single motion, Nate dropped his pants to his ankles, followed by the designer boxer-briefs. I took a deep breath in as I absorbed the beauty that was Nate naked. He slid his linen shirt off his shoulders, and placed it alongside his jeans before walking toward Rex.

  “You don’t want to fight for it?” Rex asked.

  “No.” Nate knelt on the floor next to Rex, his chest over Rex’s knees. Nate’s height didn’t allow for the full straddle that I had done. “How childish has he been, Penny?”

  Nate looked to me with a lascivious grin and winked, licking his lips. He was still rock-hard. “Five, I think,” I answered, my eyes never leaving Nate’s.

  “Five it is.” At the first swat from Rex’s hand, Nate’s eyes closed and he bit his lower lip. Not in pain, but in pleasure from the intimate position, from the sublime closeness of being hand spanked by Rex. “More?” Rex asked, ensuring the game hadn’t gone too far. “Please,” Nate husked. Four more luscious, loud spanks befell Nate’s ass, his hips gyrating from the sting and the pleasure at the same time, his hard cock straining for contact with something to relieve it. “Well done,” Rex barked as he rubbed the red marks he’d made on Nate’s sculpted butt cheek.

  “I think Penny is horny—she loved watching you. I don’t think I’m done with her ass tonight, though.” Rex motioned for Nate to lie back against the headboard before walking over to the nightstand drawer and pulling out a clear bottle of lube. “I told you I’d claim that ass, Princess. Now that it’s warmed up is the perfect time. Face down on the bed, right there in front of Nate but don’t touch him.” Spanking excited me, despite my trepidation, and the thought of him entering my virgin asshole had the exact same effect. I’d grown comfortable with both men’s fingers and tongues exploring me there, but I wasn’t sure either man’s thick cock would fit.

  Rex dropped his pants, his huge erection breaking free. He quickly removed all of the metal from his cock except the barbell underneath. “I don’t want anything to catch,” he explained as I stared wide-eyed.

  “I’m scared a little,” I said meekly as Rex rubbed the warm, slippery lubricant all over my backside.

  Rex’s tone was softer as he said, “Don’t be, you’ll be in control, okay?”

  “Uh huh,” I muttered, unsure how I could have control flat on my stomach, with my ass in the air.

  “Move up a little, on Nate’s chest, yeah like that,” Rex instructed. With my cheek on Nate’s chest, his fingers caressing me, I instantly felt safer. Nate pulled me up to kiss him, and as our tongues intertwined, I felt the dull throb of being opened by Rex’s thumb—I was used to that. He’d wait until I was comfortable and open before going any farther. Except, as the mild burn of being stretched faded, and I pressed for more, I realized with a loud, “Ah!” that it wasn’t his thumb. “I’m stopping there, baby, that’s enough for the first time,” he soothed as his agile fingers reached around to stroke my clit. I pulled back from Nate’s kiss, his fiery blue eyes searching my face. “No, I-I want more,” I said in a near-moan.

  “Push back when you’re ready, you’re driving, okay? I’m going to be still. But tell me when it’s enough, don’t just pull out fast.”

  “Uh huh,” I whispered, pushing back for more. The feeling of being filled there was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and the combination of him stroking my clit at the same time was heavenly.

  “Slide back down if you’re ready—I think Nate’s neglected cock could use some sucking.”

  The sensation of taking him like that, and being stroked and opened by his hand while I sucked on Nate was better than any sex I’d ever known. I climaxed over and over, clenching his swollen shaft as I shuddered—so far gone in my own ecstasy I wasn’t conscious of them coming
until Rex slowly pulled himself from me, Nate’s salty come coating my tongue as my mouth struggled to hold on.

  “Damn, girl, you’re an ass-natural,” Rex teased as I came down from the high of multiple orgasms. “I-I liked it, but it was only a little of…”

  “Nope, Princess, you pretty much took that beast down to the balls slapping,” he said, collapsing next to Nate as I crawled up to snuggle in between them. Rex pulled the fluffy comforter over us—we were too exhausted to move. Nate stroked my chin, his fingertips floating over my lips as we drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  “Crave Magma?” I stood on the lush lawn across from an exasperated Nate.

  “Krav Maga—it’s sort of mixed martial arts, not what I do in the ring, but a great method for you to learn some basic self-defense type stuff that will work for you if threatened. It’s not really the sport type of fighting I love.” Nate was dressed simply—a gray t-shirt, workout shorts, with his feet bare. I was dressed nearly the same, despite my whining about wanting to wear sneakers—I’d just painted my toenails a bright red, and the idea of chipping them pissed me off.

  “Can you teach me without hurting me?” I wasn’t getting out of today’s lesson no matter how hard I tried. Rex was in town restocking supplies, but made it clear before he left that he wanted to see progress when he returned that afternoon.

  “I get learning self defense; I promise to concentrate. But, the attraction of sport fighting I don’t get. You don’t seem the type to get off on pain.”

  Nate shook his head. “I hate pain, Penny. I’m not like… Well, pain isn’t my thing for sure. But, the fighting is a safe way for me to get the demons out. Before I started doing the mixed martial arts thing, for sport, cocaine fueled that rage. I’ve learned to fight it out when it builds up instead.”

  “You seem to have had a golden life, Nate—a great family, fairly normal middle-class upbringing, and a career that skyrocketed. I know about your mom’s cancer, but other than that, why the rage?” Nate’s mother battled cervical cancer, but she was in remission the last I heard from mutual friends.