by Zara Chase
“Okay, Anais. Lay on your back on the mat where Lewis just was.” Lewis moved out of the way and she did as Hunter asked. “Bring your knees up and spread your legs wide.”
Hunter brought the flogger down three times over her pussy. He was breathing heavily when he stopped, and his cock was twitching almost out of control.
“Have you learned your lesson, Anais?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for teaching me.”
“Get on your hands and knees, darlin’.” She hesitated for the first time, causing Hunter to raise the flogger again. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
She squealed and scurried into position. Hunter knelt behind her, ran his hand over her now-pink buttocks in soothing sweeps, and bent his head to gently kiss and nip at each of them in turn. Then he ran his cock down the crack between them.
“You like the feel of that, sugar?”
“I…I think so. Will it hurt?”
“No, sweet thing, it will blow your mind. Just trust me.”
He lubed a finger and played with her anus. He wasn’t surprised when she tensed up against him, but once again Lewis was beneath her, laying sideways on and playing with her tits, distracting her. Hunter slid a finger inside her, or tried to. He met immediate resistance, and knew he was being too gentle. He tapped a buttock and spoke severely.
“Let me in. Don’t disappoint me.” He felt her relax and his finger slipped past her coiled muscle. “There you go. See, it wasn’t so very hard, was it?”
“No, Master. It feels kinda invasive though.”
“Hmm.” He bent his head again and bit her buttock, his finger still inside her, moving around, exploring. Working in perfect tandem, Lewis would be sucking her clit, or teasing her clamped nipples, or some such thing. Anais wouldn’t know what to expect, or from which direction. Their deliberate ploy was to keep her turned on, guessing, waiting and, most importantly of all, wanting. “You are so frigging hot, babe.”
She mumbled something as Hunter added another finger. This time she didn’t fight him. In fact she wiggled her butt against his fingers. Shit, she was something else! Time to take her a stage farther. He reached for the butt plug he had in hand, lubed it up, and gently removed his fingers. Before she could readjust, he slipped the tip of the plug into her, aware that Lewis’s distraction techniques would be keeping pace with his actions. She gasped as he slid the entire plug deep into her.
“How does that feel?”
“Intrusive, but kinda nice.”
Hunter chuckled. “Stand up, sweetheart.”
She did so, and he and Lewis took a moment to admire the view. With her pink buttocks and clamped tits, her eyes still hazy with a combination of just fucked and renewed passion, she looked adorable.
“Come on.”
He held out a hand, which she took, and the three of them made their way back to the sitting room. He could tell by the way she walked with her buttocks squeezed together that she was worried about the plug slipping out. Hunter slid a finger into her anus when they reached the seats. It had slipped just a little so he pushed it deeper. Lewis grabbed a blanket and threw it over the settee to avoid it being stained by Anais’s flowing juices.
“I expect you wonder what happens now,” Hunter said.
“It’s not my place to ask, Sir.”
“No, it isn’t, but I’m happy to tell you. That plug in your ass, darlin’, is filled with oil. Your body heat will warm it up, and set you on fire. The plug with distend your ass, getting it ready for my cock. Lewis has gone to open a bottle of wine, we’ll drink it, and by the time we’re done, you’ll be ready.” He nuzzled her neck, nipping at the pulse beating out of control at the base of her throat. “Then I’m gonna fuck your sweet ass right here on the rug.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Hunter chuckled. “You’re entirely welcome.”
Lewis returned with the wine bottle and three glasses. He poured and handed the glasses around.
“Here’s to you, babe,” Hunter said, raising his glass to Anais.
“I’ll drink to that.” Lewis raised his glass also.
“Thank you, Sirs.” She took a sip, her expression reflective.
“Something on your mind?” Hunter asked.
“Yes, it’s about condoms. If you’d prefer not to use them, I’m on the pill.”
The guys exchanged a look. “I thought you and Gary weren’t sleeping together even before he disappeared. Besides, he’s been gone for two years and you said there was no one else,” Hunter said, hoping she’d been honest about that, even though he had no right to expect it of her.
“True. But I was getting really bad periods, so my OBGYN suggested the pill to regulate them. It worked, so I’ve stuck with it.”
“Well, baby,” Lewis said, grinning. “If you don’t mind us going bareback, we’d be more than happy to oblige. We’re both clean.”
“I want to feel you,” she said, blushing but somehow managing to look defiant at the same time.
“Amen to that.” Hunter raised his glass in another toast. “And talking of feeling, how you doing with that plug?”
She wiggled around. “Things are…err, heating up. It’s astonishing.”
“Hmm.” Hunter blew her a kiss. “And I’m guessing it’s lonely. Let’s liven things up while we drink our wine. Bring your feet up onto the couch, darlin’, bend your knees up and spread your thighs wide. Give us an up-close view of that cute pussy of yours.”
Anais’s eyes flashed with anticipation as she did as she was told. Lewis produced a large vibrator, slid it into her slick cunt and turned it on low. Then both men moved onto the settee opposite her.
“Make yourself come,” Hunter said tersely. “We want to watch you.”
She blinked, appearing surprised, but then a slow, sexy smile spread across her face. She moved one hand to the vibrator and started plunging it in and out of her, hard and deep.
“How does it feel against the plug?” Hunter asked.
“Like I’m absolutely full.”
Hunter chuckled. “I hate to tell you this, sweet thing, but that plug ain’t nearly as big as my cock.”
Anais shot him a look, but quickly lowered her eyes again.
“We love watching you fucking yourself,” Lewis said, his voice thick. “I could watch this particular show all day.”
“It won’t take all day,” Hunter replied. “With a butt plug, nipple clamps and a vibrator, it’ll all be over in seconds, you just wait and see.”
They had lost Anais. Her eyes were closed, her head lolled to one side and her hips moved faster and faster against the vibrator. “I love having you watch me, gentlemen. I had no idea I would enjoy an audience, but it’s a real turn-on.”
“Tug on the nipple chain with your other hand, sweetheart,” Lewis said.
She did so, and gasped. She flexed her hips faster and started to moan. “I’m going to come,” she said. “It’s…I, oh shit, here it is.”
She rode the vibrator as her moans got louder, sounding almost tortured. She shuddered and clenched around the toy. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged, and a light film of perspiration decorated her brow.
“Wow.” She finally stilled but it was a moment before she opened her eyes again. When she did she looked embarrassed and kept her eyes lowered. She pulled the vibrator out and Lewis reached forward to take it from her. “That was awesome.”
“We thought it was pretty hot, too.” Hunter chuckled as he shared the last of the wine between their glasses. “Now that you’ve taken the edge off, I expect you to last a little longer when I fuck your ass. Is that clear?”
“I will surely try, Master Hunter,” she replied, sipping at her wine.
She drank quickly, as though she couldn’t wait to get it on. Hunter empathized, and drained his glass in two swallows.
“Okay, babe, on your hands and knees,” he said curtly.
She whimpered, clumsy in her haste to comply. Hunter and Lewis shared a grin. She’d had two or
gasms in the past hour, but was still hungry for more. Make that desperate to try something new. Hunter positioned himself behind her and administered a few sharp slaps to her backside with the flat of his hand. Lewis tugged the nipple chain at the same time, and Hunter would bet good money that her body was already going into sensual meltdown. She sure as hell wasn’t complaining about their activities, so he figured it had to be.
“Just remember your safe word if it gets too much, darlin’,” Hunter said.
He slid a finger into her anus, found the end of the plug and pulled it free. She moaned when it fell away, like she didn’t want to part with it.
“Don’t worry, sugar. I’ve got something here that you’ll like even more. Take your weight on your forearms, angel. Lewis has got something for you to get your sweet lips around.”
Hunter played with her backside while Lewis’s cock made itself at home inside of her mouth. He’d be able to come that way now she’d agreed to no condoms. That thought made Hunter’s cock twitch as he returned to the job in hand. He applied lube to his best friend and slid its head into her anus. Her entire body tensed up.
“It’s okay, Anais, I’ve got you. I’ll take real good care of you, honey. You’ve just gotta trust me.”
He gently rubbed her buttocks with one hand as he eased a little deeper. This time she let him in, and Hunter gradually, very carefully, worked his way into her. She gurgled around Lewis’s cock, but Hunter sensed it wasn’t a sign of distress. Encouraged, he carefully thrust a little deeper, and then withdrew before repeating the process. The friction was electrifying, causing his senses to reel and his self-control to slip. Again. What the fuck was it about Anais that messed with his mind as well as his body?
“She’s loving what you’re doing to her ass, buddy,” Lewis said. “And she’s also fucking ace at giving head.”
“Don’t I just know it.” Hunter slid a little deeper, and upped the tempo. “This is fucking heaven.”
He closed his eyes and continued to work her, getting closer to the point of no return, anxious to take Anais with him. He thought she was having a good time but, for once, she didn’t seem to be bursting to come. Having her masturbate had been a good idea. Problem was, he wasn’t too sure, in his current state of heightened awareness, how long he could hold back and wait for her. Shit, when had that last happened to him? Hunter’s staying power was legendary. He worked her ass a little less carefully, burying himself balls deep.
“That’s it, sugar, you’ve got me all now. Come on, angel, let’s fuck.”
She gurgled, and a strangled cry from Lewis told Hunter his buddy was about to ejaculate.
“That’s it, darling.” Lewis bucked into her mouth. “You just keep doing that. It’s so fucking hot. Shit, here it comes!”
Lewis let himself go, and Hunter glanced sideways so he could catch sight of Anais in profile as she desperately tried to swallow down his flow of semen. Eventually his buddy pulled out of her mouth and grinned.
“Hey, babe, you are something else.”
Lewis kissed her lips, but remained where he was, ready to tantalize her while Hunter did his stuff. Anais was now hot and slick, all her attention on Hunter’s cock. He grabbed her hips and ground himself into her.
“Come on then, darling, let’s do this.”
“Yes, it feels…it feels like I never would have imagined.”
Her body trembled as Lewis tugged hard on the nipple chain. She cried out, and Hunter knew she was now ready to rock. He thrust hard, one fluid glide all it took for her to fragment. He went right along with her, holding her hips in a death grip as his groin constricted and he lost himself inside the woman he was pretty sure he’d fallen hopelessly in love with.
“Ah, sweet Anais,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow when he finally stopped coming. “You blow me away. Are you okay?”
“Hmm, wonderful.”
He pulled out of her, fell onto his back on the rug, and dragged her into his arms. “You are something else.”
“Amen to that.” Lewis joined them on the rug and took his turn to kiss her.
“Thank you,” she said, smothering a yawn with the back of her hand. “I had absolutely no idea what I’d been missing all these years.”
“Well, we’re more than willing to help you make up for lost time,” Lewis assured her as he removed the nipple clamps.
“Aw, that tingles.”
“Yep.” Lewis looked pleased with himself. “The clamps starve your nipples of blood. When it starts flowing again, that’s the best part.”
She mangled her lower lip between her teeth. “So I’m finding out.”
Hunter stood up, picked her up from the floor and cradled her against his chest. “You’re also finding out that energetic sex is exhausting. Come on, sweetheart, I’ll take you up to bed, get you cleaned up and tucked in for the night.”
“I want to sleep with you guys,” she said, pouting.
“Ain’t gonna happen,” Hunter replied. “Not while we still have the issue of your husband to resolve.”
“I don’t see what difference that makes.”
“It makes all the difference. If you sleep with either one of us, or both, we won’t do much sleeping, and we need to keep clear heads until we get this mess cleaned up.”
“Hmm. I suppose that’s true, but—”
“No buts, darlin’. You’ve had enough for one day, and that’s final.”
Both guys went up with her. Hunter placed her in her bed, Lewis got a wash cloth and wiped her clean, then they pulled the covers up to her chin and each kissed her goodnight.
“Sleep well, babe,” Hunter said, blowing her a kiss as he switched off the light and closed the door on her.
“Wow!” Lewis said as the guys made their way downstairs again.
“My thoughts exactly.” Hunter headed for the study, not prepared to say anything else about Anais. Until he sorted out his own feelings, made some sort of sense of them, there was nothing he could say. “We need to see if there’s anything in from Raoul,” he said instead.
There was. He’d gotten hold of Gary’s army records, including details of his postings.
“He’d been on report several times for losing his temper,” Lewis said, reading over Hunter’s shoulder.
“From what we’ve learned about his personality, that shouldn’t come as a big surprise.”
“And you were right in what you were thinking. Hiss most recent three postings have been counter-narcotics operations in Honduras.”
The guys looked at one another, taking a moment to absorb that information. “You think he crossed over to the other side. Got involved with supplying rather than attempting to stem the flow of drugs into the US?” Lewis asked.
“He wouldn’t be the first one to be tempted. But I gotta say, tough as he seemed to think he was, he would be no match for those coldhearted sons of bitches. If he tried to cross them, or cut them out—”
“Yeah, but if they did order a hit on him, they wouldn’t care who was looking into it because they think they’re untouchable.” Lewis shrugged. “Shit, they probably are.”
Hunter nodded. “I see what you mean. They wouldn’t know Anais was looking into Gary’s disappearance. Even if they did, they wouldn’t give a shit.”
“Exactly.” Hunter rubbed his chin. “So how did the people trying to frighten Anais know she was asking questions?”
“Because Gary wasn’t working alone,” Lewis replied thoughtfully. “Someone still serving recruited him.”
Hunter nodded. “Yeah. Either Gary’s still alive, and doesn’t want his wife to know it, or the person who got Gary involved doesn’t want anyone delving.”
“Delving is what we do best.” Lewis grinned. “So what are we gonna do to flush them out.”
Hunter’s expression was grim and determined. “If ever a situation called for a trap, then this is it.”
“I agree, but we don’t know how they got onto Anais in the first place, so how can we lure them
into a trap?”
Hunter answered Lewis’s question with one of his own. “How did Raoul get Gary’s service record?”
“Ah, of course. Computer hacking.”
“Right. I think we’re up against a fairly sophisticated and ruthless operation. Besides, like we said the other day, any teen with above average computer knowledge can hack into stuff, especially ordinary e-mail accounts with no special protection.”
“You think they hacked Anais’s e-mail?”
“Well, she told us that was the method she used to start asking questions.”
“Ah, so you’re going to suggest she sends out a message saying she has more information about Gary’s disappearance.” Lewis scowled. “But who would she send the message to, and why?”
“To one of the last people to see him before he disappeared. She could imply that person might know something to help her.” Hunter thought of Tony Regan, in his wheelchair, with a grudge to bear against Harrison and an ever-greater need to feel useful. “And I know just the person she can ask.”
Chapter Ten
Anais woke early, feeling invigorated, refreshed and enlightened. She sat up and stretched, grinning when she recalled the games she had played with Hunter and Lewis the day before. She was a little sore, but pleasantly so, and more than ready for her next lesson. She had always thought herself to be a woman of the world. Now she realized just how sheltered her life had actually been. It’s never too late to learn.
With that thought in mind she jumped up and hit the shower. Ten minutes later she went downstairs, following the smell of freshly-brewed coffee and frying bacon, ravenous again, prepared to face whatever the day threw at her, preferably Hunter and Lewis.
Hunter was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Lewis sat at the counter, reading the paper.