by Dani René
Lycan’s hand grips my hip, and he’s behind me in seconds. Darius takes a step closer to my front, ensuring I’m sandwiched between them. Heat courses through me, my blood like fiery lava as they hold on to me as if I were unbreakable.
Strong.
Fierce.
Unrelenting.
“You’re a bad girl,” Lycan coos as he presses his hardness against my ass. The thick shaft of his erection making me whimper and I push against him, rubbing myself shamelessly on his cock.
Darius’s stare turns to fire as he leans in. I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, his mouth trails my cheek leaving goose bumps dotting over my flesh. He reaches my ear, his mouth hot against the sensitive lobe.
“You’ve got my dick so hard, it’s painful. I bet that pretty mouth wouldn’t mind relieving me of some tension,” he says in a low order which Lycan hears because he’s no longer hiding the fact that he wants me.
“Is that what you want, little red?” Lycan murmurs in my other ear and I swear I’m about to explode. My stomach coils with need, my core pulses with desire as lust shoots through every inch of me.
“I-I…” Words fail me when I feel two sets of hands trailing down my body, Lycan stops his exploration on my ass, while Darius’s touch lingers on my shoulders, down my front until my nipples pebble against the flimsy material of my dress and against his palms. Finally finding my voice, I respond, “I do.” And I can feel my husband’s smile on my face when he presses a chaste kiss to my cheek.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice more normal than it was seconds ago. “Let’s have dinner and a glass of wine, and afterward, we’ll have dessert.” When he steps away from me, I can’t help but shiver from the cold.
Darius’s hands drop to mine as he takes them both and lifts them to his mouth. He presses soft kisses on my knuckles before he also releases me, and I follow them both into the dining room where we find the table set for three.
As we make our way to the place settings, I realize it’s going to be a very long night. They’re going to drag this out, ensure that anticipation kills me before I ever find the release I crave.
And that’s going to drive me mad.
22
Lycan
Today’s meeting went well.
Kahn asked me to allow him to go with Alex when they found out Lorenzo was in Hawaii. He didn’t need to ask my permission because this is his fight, but I granted his request anyway. Knowing he’ll find some form of closure has calmed me.
I wanted him to find his sister. Nothing could ever compare to losing a loved one, someone so close to you. Especially with how young she was at the time of her kidnapping has vengeance ringing in my blood, so I can’t imagine how he feels. He needs this, and I will never stop him from finding closure.
I pray she’s still alive, but then again, knowing what those bastards are capable of when it comes to their prey, there’s no telling what he’ll find. But this is something he needs to do. With Grace now locked up, I’m thankful the only thing on my to do list this evening is to show my wife an evening of release.
We haven’t spoken about Grace being taken, and we also haven’t spoken about the truths that surfaced when we had her here, in this room, but that will come. I needed to ensure Kahn had his path set out before him, and now that I’m home, I’ll make sure my wife can talk to me when she’s ready.
The table looks amazing, the food smells incredible, and as I wait for Scarlett to settle into her chair, I can’t help but feel happy for the first time in a long while. I didn’t expect things to be so easy, but Grace walked away without a fight.
Acknowledging you’re guilty, and finally having to pay for it makes you accept your fate. She chose wrong, that’s what Scarlett told her, and when she looked at me, I saw it in her eyes—she knew she made the wrong choices in her life.
Even if she didn’t want to marry my father, she could have stood up to her husband, the bastard who murdered him. But she chose to stay silent about what he had done. She went on with her life and we had to live with the pain of not knowing the truth.
“Are you okay?” Scarlett asks, as Darius and I seat ourselves. “What happened at the meeting?” Those wide eyes I’ve come to love focuses on me, looking right through the worries racing through my mind, seeing my soul.
“Yes. Kahn and Alex will be going to pay Lorenzo a visit. For tonight, we don’t talk about anything other than happy things, like our future,” I tell her. “Tomorrow, when the sun rises again, we’ll delve into the secrets and truths we learned today. Can you do that for me?” I ask her as I take her hand in mine.
A soft smile curves her lips, and she nods. “Of course,” she answers. “I just wanted to make sure you’re both okay.” Those pretty eyes I’m addicted to slide between me and Darius. My own gaze trails over her sleek locks, those plump fucking lips, and down to her tits, which are barely contained in the skimpy dress she chose.
She’s done it on purpose. My wife knows she’s taunting us and she’s enjoying the power she has over both of us. I’ve been hard since I saw her walk down those stairs, and if I know Darius, he’s probably just as turned on.
“I’m all good, little one,” he tells her confidently before popping his fork with a sliver of steak into his mouth. But even as he enjoys his dinner, his gaze never leaves Scarlett. I settle back in my chair and watch my wife eat her dinner.
I’m not hungry.
Not for what’s on the plate in front of me, anyway.
She doesn’t look up at me until she’s scraping the last bits of her dinner onto the silver fork and slipping it into her mouth, and as she pulls the metal utensil from between those lips, my cock jolts and it’s time to get this started.
It’s been a while since I’ve played a scene, and with her, I haven’t even delved into what I enjoy, what I want her to experience. But I’ve enjoyed the way we’ve slowly inched into the darkness, and tonight, she’s going to be thrown into the deepest, darkest woods.
Let’s hope my little red finds her way back to me.
I push my chair back and rise to my feet. Buttoning my jacket, I offer her a hand which she accepts with a shy smile. Her submissive nature is so intoxicating, and I offer a glance at Darius, who’s noticed it as well.
He grabs her glass, and I lead her out of the dining room and down toward my office. We pass by that door because tonight is not about working. At the end of the hall, I unlock a dark mahogany door which slides open, and I allow Scarlett in first.
I follow behind, with Darius hot on my heels. He shuts us inside, and I flick the switch which illuminates the room in a soft silver light. The walls are painted as if we’re in a forest, with thick trunks lined vertically from floor to ceiling.
The large windows overlook the garden, with the real woods just outside. This is the far end of the house, and you don’t notice it from the outside because the glass wall is one way, you can see out, but nobody can see inside.
An enormous king-sized bed takes up the one side of the wall, while the toys and St Andrew’s Cross take up the opposite side. All the while, you have a view of the greenery just beyond the windows.
I watch as Scarlett takes it all in. Before our wedding, I didn’t have a chance to bring her in here. Even though we played at Heaven, it has nothing on this room. It’s my sanctuary at home. I’ve always loved this space, and when I converted it into the playroom it is now, I felt at ease. It was always meant to be mine, and the fact that I can share it with her, makes it more special.
“This is incredible,” she whispers, her fingers trailing over the wood of the St Andrew’s Cross, her gaze taking in everything. She turns to face Darius and me. He’s standing beside me, his gaze locked on her. Mine flicks between the two of them. There’s no longer tension, it’s only lust.
The emotion hangs in the air like a perfume, breathtaking and powerful. I glance at Darius, who looks at me for a second, and the time has come. This is something I didn’t think I would be willin
g to do when he first asked, but now that we’re here, I realize I want this, I need it.
Before we start playing, she’ll need a safe word. Not that I think she’ll use it, but that’s non-negotiable. Both Darius and I won’t do anything until we’ve made sure she understands she can call out for everything to stop the moment she feels uncomfortable.
She’s been with me in a scene, but now that there are two of us, things can become more intense for her. There’s no doubt they will, and my cock throbs at the thought of seeing her break. I wanted to hurt her before, to make her pay because I knew the Bardot family were bastards, but now that she’s a Shaw, I want to hurt her with pleasure.
Flicking on the sound system, a soft melody escapes the speakers. Scarlett looks at me, awaiting an order. “Strip for us, little red,” I command, attempting but failing to keep my voice even. Knowing what’s about to happen has me anxious and anticipation has my blood turning hot, racing through my veins like a drug.
She moves to the song without question. I watch her spin around, and my little wife shocks the shit out of me when she spreads her legs, and trails her hands down those slender limbs, down to her fucking ankles and all I see are tiny panties that do nothing to hide her beautiful cunt and ass.
If I thought I was hard earlier, I’m now solid fucking steel. Darius’s cough of shock and desire catches my attention. His eyes are wide as he takes in the show before us. Scarlett straightens as she slips the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and the flimsy red material pools at her feel. My wife is standing before me and my brother in a pair of barely there lace panties and black heels which have straps wrapped around her calves.
Never in my life have I seen a woman so alluring, so fucking mind-altering, and so sexy she’s got my cock weeping in my fucking slacks. I want to spank her ass for being a tease, but when I told her to get ready, I really wasn’t expecting her to turn into a gorgeous siren like this.
It’s more than I expected.
And I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of her coming out of the shell I found her in. The music pumps through the speakers, and Scarlett dances, gyrating in front of us as she moves the discarded dress out of her way. She spins on her heels, locking her pretty steel eyes with ours, before she hooks her thumbs in her panties, and tugs them down, slow and steady, but before I can get a glimpse of her cunt, she turns again, her back to us, as she slips them down to her ankles and once again, both her delicious holes are bare for us to see.
My hand finds my crotch and I slowly stroke myself through the material of my slacks. My arousal seeps into my boxers, and if she continues this show, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.
“Stop.” One word and Scarlett freezes. Her eyes on mine, her hands shaking as she stands naked, only in heels, in front of us. “Time to play.”
23
Scarlett
I’m not sure where my confidence came from, but when Lycan told me to strip, I did it, without question. I felt a sense of power watching both men practically salivate at my teasing. They’re both so strong, powerful, and yet, seeing me like this, teasing and naked, they’re nothing more than desire-filled predators.
I smile at Lycan, it’s a shy one, but he gifts me one in return, his though is filled with a dark promise of what’s to come. He steps closer to me, while Darius hangs back, allowing my husband to take the lead.
“You’re beautiful,” Lycan tells me earnestly as he cups my face and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s a gentle gesture, one that will be the last until I am carried out of this room. “I want you to choose your safe word,” he then says. “Remember it has to be something you’ll think of while you’re in subspace.”
Nodding, I look into his eyes before responding, “My safe word is wolf.” There’s a glimmer of pride that dances in his gaze when I say it, because he knows what it means. I was about to be caught between the wolf and the hunter, and I’m choosing him. Even though we’re taking this step into the unknown, at least that’s what it is for me.
“Good girl,” he praises before stepping back. He looks at his brother who nods, he heard. They both have to respect my decision, should I want to stop.
“Go over to the cross,” Darius orders, his voice gruff with desire as he gestures toward the left wall. Without question, I obey because in here, in this scene, they’re both my dominants tonight.
When I stop in front of the large apparatus, a shiver zips through me. My stomach flip-flops as I stare at the leather straps at either end of the long, wooden beams, and I realize I’m not going anywhere once I’m bound in those.
Darius takes the lead with this, dropping to a crouched position, he takes my one ankle and binds it with a resounding click of metal. He does the same with the other ankle, before rising slowly, and tying my wrists within the thick leather.
I’m facing them, my back against the cool, wooden surface of the cross. I’m open to them now, with only my shoes on, I’m exposed. Darius takes a step back, and Lycan walks over to the opposite wall to grab a crop. The black leather which will soon lick against my naked flesh.
He stops inches from me before leaning in, he whispers, “Are you ready, little red?”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble as nervous energy skitters through me, while butterflies awaken in my stomach, the flurry of wings taking over and soon I’m trembling.
“Don’t be afraid,” Lycan assures me. “This is all about your pleasure.” Once he’s spoken, he takes a step back, assessing me before bringing the soft leather down on my stomach with a swat which has a whimper tumbling from my lips.
“Beautiful,” Darius murmurs as he shrugs off his leather cut and pulls the T-shirt from his body. The smooth, inked muscles of his torso pulse and tighten as he moves. I stare for a moment too long, not noticing the next swat on my pussy which sends heat coursing through me, and I yelp of surprise expels from my mouth.
Lycan hands Darius the toy before unbuttoning his shirt, slow and methodical, like he usually is, and he shrugs off the material with a whoosh as it falls to the floor. He’s beautiful, tanned skin bared to me, free of any tattoos. They’re polar opposites, but their desires match perfectly.
Darius swats me twice, once on my stomach, closer to my breasts, and another on my inner thigh which stings, but arousal pools between my legs. He continues with another two, and another, until I’m whimpering, and my pussy is dripping with desire.
“You look so pretty, little one,” Darius says in a husky tone as he steps closer, pressing his lips against my smooth skin causing goose bumps to rise in the wake of warmth of his mouth. His tongue darts out as he licks at the now reddened patch of flesh, and the smirk that curls his lips makes me shiver. “Taste so good too,” he murmurs against my trembling body.
I’m needy. I’m wet. And I want so much fucking more.
When he steps back, I shiver from the cold. I’m dotted in goose bumps when Lycan moves toward me, his hand trailing over my shoulders, sending warmth and shivers through me at the same time. The tender touch of this fingertips feather along my arms, and when he reaches my hips, he grips them tight. Pain trickles through me, but my arousal pools between my legs, and when Lycan’s fingers dip into my core, he grins.
“Little Red is soaked,” he murmurs as Darius steps closer to us, his body cocooning me from the left while Lycan stands on my right. Two fingers still inside me, he leans closer to trail the tip of his tongue over my neck, up to my cheek. “Your cunt is needy, baby girl,” he tells me with a rough tone that skitters over my flesh.
“Please, Lycan,” I moan as he crooks his fingers inside me, rubbing that spot that has sparks shooting through my veins, as if I were plugged into an electric current. I shake, my limbs trembling in their bindings with every tease and taunt of my husband’s fingers.
Warm lips clasp around one of my hardened nipples and I cry out as pleasure takes hold of me. Darius sucks the bud into his warm mouth. Suddenly, a harsh slap contacts with my other breast as pleasure
and pain mingle together in an erotic mixture sending me soaring. Another slap and another sting of my flesh, my tit bouncing with every attack, and my head falls back against the wood.
Teeth graze against my sensitive peak, and I soak Lycan’s fingers and hand as my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave and I cry out Lycan’s name. My legs shake, my arms tremble, and I’m sure if I wasn’t bound, I would have fallen over.
“Bad girl,” Lycan grits as he kisses my lips, his teeth tugging the lower one harshly as he pulls his fingers from my pussy. “We didn’t give you permission to come.” Desire and danger glint in his green eyes, and I’m sure I’m in big trouble now.
Lycan leaves me whimpering as he heads for a chest of drawers. He pulls open the top drawer and I watch as he finds what he’s looking for. He’s about to torture me, I’m sure of it. Darius grins when he sees the vibrator in his brother’s hand, and he moves to my breasts, sucking my nipples until they’re aching.
He taunts and teases, slapping my chest with swats that have pleasure and pain heating my blood with desire. Lust warms my belly, and it feels like lava when Darius slaps my pussy once, twice, three times before I feel myself nearing the edge once more. But he knows he can read my body, and he steps back just before I leap over and find another release which I’m craving.
“If you come again without permission, you’ll be punished,” Lycan warns with a small smile on his lips, and I’m sure he wants to me to break the rules. He craves it just like I do.
Darius chuckles. “I think she likes to be punished.” He grabs the crop while Lycan flicks on the vibrator which I realize is a magic wand and presses it to my throbbing clit. A cry of pure euphoria is ripped from my throat as the sensations send me soaring into an abyss of light and warmth.