by Tara Rose
Angela shook her head. “No one in this damn town ever tells me anything.”
Carma was still wondering if something was going on with Blaine or the club, and intended to ask as soon as possible. But before she finished with Angela, both Nash and Darlene returned from the back room. Nash carried a box of styling products, and he and Darlene wore relaxed expressions. Was that all that was going on? He’d come in to buy product that Darlene had had to retrieve from the back room? That was the big mystery and intrigue she’d built up in her mind? She really needed to get some sleep.
As she walked Angela up to the desk, Nash was paying for his purchases. He obviously remembered Angela from the few times she’d been at the club, and the two started to talk as though Carma and Darlene were invisible.
Carma handed an appointment card to Darlene. “Book her next one in six weeks, please.” It was obvious from Angela’s animated conversation and laughter that she’d take a while to pay for her haircut today, and Carma’s next client had already arrived.
Carma walked her customer back to the station, smiling. It never would have crossed her mind that Angela would be interested in someone like Nash. How lucky for Angela that he had decided to come to the salon today. Carma couldn’t wait to see Mateo and Blaine later. They would get a kick out of this story.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Yes, officer. I was speeding.” Carma tried not to laugh as Mateo pushed her up against the wall in his living room. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and he and Blaine were dressed in police officer costumes they’d found at Nancy’s Novelties, on Shoshone Road. The outfits were more suited to Halloween than erotic play, but the effect on her libido was the same.
“You think this is funny?” Mateo smacked each ass cheek, hard. Even through her skirt it hurt.
“No, officer.” Carma’s entire body shook with the effort of holding her giggles at bay. The guys even had on hats that would look more appropriate on cartoon characters, but she was thrilled they’d both gone to such lengths to give her the fantasy.
“Then why are you laughing?” Blaine reached under her crop top and squeezed her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As per their prior instructions, she’d arrived at Mateo’s ranch wearing only sandals, a crop top, and a cotton skirt. She’d been terrified driving the short ten-minute ride to his place, convinced she’d get pulled over for real, and the officer would realize she wasn’t wearing underwear.
Then, when Beth Chavez had let her in, she was convinced that Beth somehow knew why she was there, and by the time Carma had knocked on the door upstairs, she knew she was as red as a freshly boiled lobster. But now, she no longer cared about any of that.
Carma moaned. “I’m not laughing, officer.” Blaine rolled her nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. This was the boldest, sexiest thing they’d done so far because of the role-play involved, and Carma loved it.
“I think she needs some police discipline,” said Mateo, running a hand along her upper thighs.
“I agree.” Blaine gave her hair a tug and Carma cried out in pleasure at the sheer dominance of the gesture. “What’s your choice, Carma? Jail time or submission to us?”
“But I was only speeding, officer.” She felt wanton and decadent, acting bratty and playing along with the scenario. She’d never been this assertive with them before, but she wanted to lose herself in this. She wanted to immerse her entire being into this lifestyle that Blaine lived and Mateo wanted to become part of.
Mateo lifted her skirt and gave each ass cheek three hard smacks. Carma yelped and moaned again as fresh wetness flooded her already soaked pussy. “You were going ninety in a forty-five zone. That’s a serious offense, Carma.” He spanked her again, alternating cheeks, and if not for Blaine’s arm around her shoulder she would have collapsed to the ground. Her knees were weak, she was dizzy, and a mental image of turning into a mass of gelatinous goo in their hands danced through her head.
“I’m sorry, officer.”
He rubbed the cheeks he’d just spanked. “Sorry or not, you have to be punished.”
Blaine slipped a blindfold around her head, and then they were leading her across the room. When they reached the sofa, they told her to sit down.
She did, and one of them draped her torso over the left thigh of the other man. He pinned both her legs with his right thigh, so that she was trapped against him with her ass up in the air. Her left shoulder rested on the sofa, as did the left side of her face, but both breasts hung free underneath her crop top. Hands caressed her ass cheeks, breasts, back, and hair, forcing loud moans from her as wave after delicious wave of desire coursed through her body.
She wanted to lose her soul to these two. She wanted them so happy with her submission, and so hot for her, that they simply kidnapped her and forced her to stay here with them, day and night. She wanted them to use her up until she couldn’t think of anything except their eyes, their touch on her skin, and their cocks in her mouth, her pussy and her ass. She wanted to be on her knees twenty-four-seven in submission to them.
“This, I think. For starters.” That was Blaine’s voice, deep and sexy, and it sounded like it came from her right, and above her, which would mean she was lying over Mateo’s left leg, but she wasn’t entirely sure, and not knowing added to her arousal.
A leather paddle struck both ass cheeks at once, and she groaned. The combination of pain and pleasure sent erotic images dancing through her head. The other man continued to play with her breasts. Carma was already so close to an orgasm it was insane. She lost count of the number of swats, and her ass cheeks were on fire when he finally stopped.
Hands brushed the welts he’d just made, and then two fingers slid inside her pussy and began to move in and out, torturing her with each pass. Carma writhed and moaned as another finger, warm and wet, slipped into her asshole. She had no idea if both men were doing this or just one, and she didn’t care. It was exquisite, and she’d gladly endure more punishment from both just to feel this incredible sensation.
“She’s very close,” said Mateo.
“But if we let her come, that’s not much of a punishment.” Blaine’s voice was filled with humor, and Carma shivered at the tone in it.
“True. We should make her work for it a bit more.” The fingers were removed and the paddle was back, harder this time. Carma cried out and clenched her teeth. It really hurt, but she wanted it. The endorphin rush was ridiculous, making her dizzy with need and sending her to a place where she was floating above the scene, watching it.
When he stopped again, sweat dripped down from her hairline under her blindfold and she was panting. Someone held a straw to her lips, and she drank cool water. “Thank you, officer,” she whispered.
She heard the rustle of clothing and condom wrappers, and then moaned as her torso was shifted slightly away from the sofa. He teased her pussy with the head of his dick and then plunged it inside from behind. Carma cried out in pleasure as he fucked her. The fact that she was still draped over the other man’s leg was so damn sexy that she came within seconds. The contractions went on and on, filling her with sweet pleasure like nothing else ever had.
He pulled out, and then he teased the opening to her asshole, first with his fingers and then with his cock. Slowly, he slid it inside her anus, while their voices whispered words of encouragement. Carma had no idea who was fucking her right now, and she really didn’t care who was where. She only knew that she loved being with both of them at once, and she never wanted this to end.
He fucked her asshole gently, and when he pulled out someone cleaned her up with a warm washcloth. She was slowly pulled to a standing position, and then draped over the other man’s leg in the same way.
“No,” she said. “Please...” She wasn’t sure she could handle more impact play.
Hands caressed her sore ass cheeks. “Was that a safeword?” asked Blaine.
“No. Yes. Yes, officer. I don’t think I can handle any
more paddling.”
“But what about the rest of your punishment, Carma?” Blaine’s voice washed over her like rich chocolate, warm and decadent. “If we can’t paddle you, what should we do instead?”
“I don’t know.”
“I have a few ideas,” said Mateo, chuckling. Carma’s hips and legs were lifted over the man’s other thigh, and then they moved her so that her head was in his lap. “Turn your face to the left.”
She did as Mateo commanded, and he teased her mouth with the head of his dick. “Open it,” said Blaine. At least now she knew who was where.
Carma did, and as he fucked her mouth, Mateo spread her legs apart. Something was slipped over both ankles.
“It’s a spreader bar,” he said. Then he pushed what felt like a chair cushion under her hips, so that her ass was in the air again.
Blaine continued to fuck her mouth, and Carma loved the taste of him, and the fact that she wasn’t able to move away. She heard a whirring noise, and before she could process what it was, a vibrator teased the opening to her anus and pussy. Mateo passed it over both holes, and then up against her clit, over and over again.
Carma groaned loudly in the back of her throat as her need to come again grew to fevered heights. Each time it pressed against her clit, tiny contractions started in her pussy, but Mateo never left it there long enough to let the climax build.
Blaine was fucking her mouth harder now, but Carma didn’t mind. She wanted both these sexy, gorgeous men to use her up. This was more exciting and decadent than anything she could ever have imagined, and she never wanted it to end.
Mateo slipped the vibrator into her pussy, and Carma thought she’d pass out from pleasure. She heard a condom wrapper, and then he was gently sliding his dick into her asshole. Carma couldn’t think anymore. All she could do was lie there and submit to the overwhelming sensations. Her orgasm was intense and prolonged because of the vibrator inside her pussy. It sent shock waves throughout her entire body.
Blaine came inside her mouth, and she tried to swallow all of it, but it dribbled down her chin. Mateo cried out behind her, and his thrusts inside her ass became jerky and forceful. After he finished, someone turned off the vibrator and pulled it out, her handcuffs and blindfold were removed, and each man took turns holding her on his lap and stroking her hair and back.
They wrapped her in a blanket and kissed her gently, whispering soft words and tenderly touching her, until she was lulled into a near-sleep state. As she cuddled with each man and listened to their voices, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was falling head-over-heels crazy in love with both of them. Was such a thing possible? How did you love two men at the same time?
Annalise did. Carma wished she’d had the chance to talk to her about that in person two weeks ago. But for now, she snuggled against Blaine and closed her eyes. It didn’t matter. The simple truth was that she was in love with both him and Mateo, and no matter what happened, her life would never be the same again.
* * * *
The remainder of the week passed by in a blur for Carma. Mateo and Blaine spent every evening with her. They went back to Sassy Brassy on Tuesday after Carma finished her shift, and both talked her into buying nipple clamps. They looked more like jewelry, and Carma said she was a bit afraid of trying them, but they promised if she didn’t like them, they wouldn’t push it.
Afterward, they went to The Saloon. Blaine had told them about his experience there the day after he’d moved in, and both Carma and Mateo had persuaded him to give it another chance.
“It’s not so bad once you get used to it,” said Mateo, “and Dan Jeffries is a good guy.”
Van and most of his crew were there, so Carma and Mateo were able to introduce Blaine to them. When Jorge Fuentes, Tiffany’s brother, mentioned the news story about Larissa, he’d done so without judging, and Carma had watched Blaine visibly relax as he explained his side of it to Van’s crew.
“Hey,” said Bobby Thompson, “shit happens. Did Van tell you about the mess his uncle put the company in not too long ago?”
Van shook his head. “No, I didn’t tell him yet. But yeah, I was in pretty much the same boat you are now, Blaine. My father owned Whitney Restorations before he died, and his brother did the books. Turns out Uncle Mark had two sets of accounts, and was involved in a pretty elaborate kickback scheme with some of our suppliers. Unfortunately for him, he tried to scam a city official, and that’s how he was caught. My dad had passed away by then, and my uncle tried to implicate me.”
“That must have sucked,” said Blaine.
“It sure did. The worst part was that I’d known nothing about it. Half the town was ready to string me up, and if it hadn’t been for friends like Carma sticking up for us, I probably would have lost the business.”
Blaine gave Carma a long, thoughtful look, and Carma wished at that moment she could take him aside and ask him if he’d heard anything from his attorney. Each time she or Mateo had tried to get him to talk about it, he’d closed right down. She remembered how Van and Rowena both had been tied up in knots for close to six months before Van’s uncle had finally come clean and made it clear that Van had had nothing to do with the embezzlement. What would happen to Blaine if this situation went on that long, or longer, for him? She wished there was something more she could do for him.
On Thursday, Mateo surprised her by stopping by the salon to take her to lunch. Blaine met them at Panera Bread, and this time, instead of cringing at the stares and surprised looks the three received, Carma reveled in it. She was proud to be seen with both of them, and she didn’t care if the entire town knew. She felt like she’d been living her life under a dark cloud that had followed her around, even on gorgeous sunny days like this one, but now it had lifted, and it would never return.
Everything looked, sounded, and smelled different. Colors were more vibrant, the air smelled fresher, and the slightest sensations were enhanced. Blaine and Mateo were perfect gentlemen in public, and as the week wore on, Carma became more comfortable with them rubbing her back, holding her hands, or kissing her in public.
Blaine shared with them that his job was going really well. He liked it, his coworkers were friendly, and he’d met several people who were friends with Nash Stonecraft, and were in the lifestyle. “Ian Malloy and Nash are going to be at the parade on Saturday.”
Carma wondered if she should let Angela know that Nash would be there. Carma had spoken to her on the phone Tuesday, but Angela said nothing had come of her conversation with Nash at the salon the previous day.
“Ian made it sound like the entire town would be there,” said Blaine.
Mateo nodded, in between bites of his sandwich. “They will be. Just wait and see. It’s the most crowded hick fair you’ve ever seen. I promise you will eat more bad food, play more rigged games, and buy more useless junk than you’ve ever done in your entire life.”
Blaine laughed. “Well, I think it sounds perfect. I can’t wait.”
Carma couldn’t help but notice that although Blaine’s smile was as bright as ever and his eyes still sparkled with light, there were fine lines around his mouth she hadn’t noticed before. And, when he thought no one was watching, shadows of fear passed across his face. If only they’d let him know one way or the other what was going on with the investigation. There had been no further news reports, but that meant nothing. She only wanted this to be over for him.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Saturday morning was cloudy, and rain was forecast for later that afternoon, but the town of Passion Peak wasn’t about to postpone their biggest moneymaker of the entire year. Blaine, Mateo, and Carma drove Blaine’s car to Van and Rowena’s house for breakfast at seven in the morning.
Blaine had groaned the night before when Carma explained that she, Van and Rowena had made it a tradition to have breakfast together on the morning of the Founder’s Day parade before walking downtown. But as she watched him dig into the mounds of pancakes and sausage Rowena had
prepared, it appeared his protests about getting up so early had been forgotten.
“This is delicious.” He glanced at Carma. “Why don’t you ever make me and Mateo breakfast?”
Carma narrowed her eyes at him. “Why don’t you two stop wearing me out so much that I can barely walk in the mornings? Then maybe I could cook for you?”
Van’s eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open, complete with pancakes and syrup inside. Rowena laughed so hard she started to choke on her orange juice. Blaine gave Carma the look she’d come to think of as “Dom mode,” meaning she was usually in for a good hard spanking shortly afterwards.
Mateo chuckled under his breath and shook his head. “Carma, I love seeing you like this. You’ve come completely out of your shell. Do you realize that?”
“She certainly has,” said Rowena, wiping her eyes. “You two are good for her. Thank you.”
Carma and Rowena exchanged a smile, and then Carma glanced at Blaine, who still had the look on his face, but now his eyes twinkled with light. Mateo was gazing at her with nothing short of admiration on his face, and her breath caught in her throat. Was it possible they could ever love someone as fucked up as she was? Sure, they enjoyed her in bed, and when they all went out in public, they had a lot of fun. But would she ever have what Annalise had with Chad and Dustin?
Carma couldn’t bring up the subject. She simply couldn’t. Mateo had gone through so much with Fiona, and Blaine’s ordeal was far from over. She had no choice but to bide her time and see where this led. But with each passing day, she knew that if she lost them, she’d never recover. They’d taken her from a dark, frightening place where she had only pretended to have a life, and led her into the sunshine. They’d showed her a world where she didn’t have to hide from her fantasies or feel shame and guilt over having them.
She might never have the chance to face Michael and confront him for what he’d done to her, but she no longer had nightmares about him, and whole days now went by without him entering her thoughts even once. These two had saved her from a lifetime of fear and isolation. Did they realize that? She’d never be able to repay even a fraction of what they’d done for her.