The Strand Brothers Series: Complete Set

by Lora Ann

  “First thing, ladies, is to feel your prowess. Strip down to your bra and panties. Now,” she commanded.

  Everyone followed her order without hesitation. How did she manage that? This was a room full of strong, sassy women, yet we each were surrendering our control to her. Realization clicked, this was exactly how it happened between me and E. Willingly, openly, I submitted to his dominance, craving his commands that made me feel like I was the center of his universe. No insecurities whatsoever when he took control of my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul. The freedom that came with it was beyond amazing. To feel that honored, loved, cherished, and desired took a woman—or at least took me—to a plane completely out of this world. Could I give him that in return? That’d be a big ten-four, good buddy. I giggled, bringing all eyes on me.

  “Sorry. I was thinking of something E says.”

  “Focus is on me from here on out. Understood?” Renée leveled a look at me. “Answer out loud, Lacey.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Her fingers stroked my jaw. “Good girl.” Eyes downcast, I let my mind transport me to another place. “You see, ladies, we are always in control. Lacey, turn for me,” she directed. I was lost to the music as well as the image in my head of E being the one commanding me. Her fingers caressed along my cheek, neck, and shoulder as she moved behind trailing lightly between my shoulder blades. The touch, softer than E’s, caused goose bumps to rise. Renée wasn’t but an inch shorter than me so when she leaned forward, her mouth was next to my ear. She whispered, “You’re nipples are hard for me.”

  I moaned softly as her other hand started at my throat and slowly traced down my chest, between my boobs before raking a long, acrylic fingernail over my erect nipple covered only by lace. Once more picturing E, I arched into her touch. “Did you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  Her hand on my back lifted and suddenly there was a sting across my ass. Oh hell, she used the crop. “Yes, what?” Her authoritative tone told me she wasn’t messing around.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Again, her manicured nails scraped over my nipple as she instructed, “Bend over for me, baby.”

  The crop was now between my thighs. “Open your legs,” she commanded.

  Something niggled at the back of my mind: I belonged to E.

  She delivered a sharp smack to my ass. “Do it now, Keshaun.”

  Well, at least I wasn’t the only one visualizing her man. My demeanor shifted as I demanded, “On your knees, Renée.” I stood and turned, facing her.

  She followed the command with, “Yes, Ma’am.”

  I ran my fingers through her hair before yanking. Her gaze met mine. Leaning forward until our lips were only centimeters away from connecting, I whispered, “Thank you,” grinning as she rose.

  “For what, baby?” Her hand was now clasping mine.

  “Let’s just say, I get it now.”

  “You so do, girl.”

  Keeley complained, “Ah hell, we don’t get to play.” Her regard fixed on the spoils across the desk.

  Aimee replied, “I already know how if I choose to do so.”

  Sofie’s, “Yep, totally,” made me giggle. “What?” she inquired.

  “Ari is rubbing off on you,” I pointed out.

  We all began to laugh as Renee donned her jacket once more and began putting the tools, or toys, back into her bag. I noticed Keeley walk over as an intense expression stole across her face.

  The rest of us dressed and then I followed Aimee and Sofie out of the den towards the kitchen. Beyond hot and bothered, but I couldn’t very well shoo our guests out of the penthouse. It was lunchtime, so I decided to make something light and satisfying. Renée and Keeley joined us as we sat at the kitchen table, eating a grilled chicken salad and visiting.

  *****

  By early evening, everyone had left and E was resting. I sat in the sunroom thinking about what Renée was trying to communicate. She and I had obviously been envisioning our men as we role played, still concern filled me regarding Keeley. My sister just didn’t have boundaries. From previous conversations with Aimee, I knew what she and Renée once did for a living. My worry was that somehow Keeley would convince Renée to instruct her. Maybe it was best to ask Aimee if Renée and Keshaun were monogamous. Never assume was what I’d learned to live by. That kind of scene just wasn’t for me. Call me traditional, I had no problem with that. Keeley called me old-fashioned. Whatever. Sorry not sorry, I was a one man woman. Maybe my sister had calmed down after all she’d been through. Possibly her questions and conversation with Renée was beneficial to her healing. Always had hope. I wanted my sister whole again. Sure there would be scars both physically and emotionally, but she deserved to fall in love and experience joy.

  Lost in my musings, I never heard a sound but felt his strong arms encircle me from behind. Oh, he just showered. Not only could I smell the spice of his soap mixed with his own, but there were water droplets now on me. I leaned into his body and reached behind me, grabbing his amazing ass. Towel only computed as I rubbed along the sides of his defined glutes. With a forceful tug the towel dropped, and his cock pressed impatiently against my jeans-clad rear. His hands were caressing my stomach when I stilled them. “Step back,” I ordered.

  As I made a slow pivot, his raised brow greeted me. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” he queried.

  Letting my eyes speak for me, I slowly perused his body. When our gazes collided, his were no longer silver but a stormy gray. My hand went to his chest, careful to avoid the angry wounds still in the healing process, I pushed hard enough for him to put a foot back. “Up against the wall,” I demanded.

  There was a pause before he complied.

  “Hesitate again, E. And I’ll punish you.”

  He licked his lips slow and deliberate as his hooded gaze held mine. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Schooling the grin that threatened, I reached forward and lightly clutched his throbbing manhood. It jerked as I purred, “Good, boy.” Stroking him once more, before I released him and his back hit the wall. We normally didn’t play hard at the penthouse, saving that for the dungeon after hours, but I needed to restrain him. Our toys were in the bedroom, meaning I had to improvise. My eyes lit on the cords holding the drapes in the dining room. “Don’t move,” I commanded.

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  After collecting what was necessary for the scene playing out in my head, I returned and made quick work of restraining him spread eagle against that wall. I had his hands anchored to hooks for the pictures I’d just removed. Looping the cord around his right ankle and securing it to the foot of a black bookcase. His left one I restrained to the leg of a heavy chair. Excellent. His manhood was actually glistening in the moonlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows in the sunroom. One would need a telescope to really get a good view inside our place, still, no need to invite voyeurs. I wet my finger from the head of his cock, bringing it to my mouth, where I seductively sucked it clean and moaned, “You taste soooo good.” I held his now dark gray eyes with my blue ones and repeated the action with one exception. My finger traced his lips before I licked them clean. He attempted to control everything and kiss me. I stepped back, shaking my head. “Oh, Mr. Strand, you are a naughty man.”

  I sashayed into the kitchen to grab a glass of ice water then returned. Taking a drink as I held eye contact with him, I sucked an ice cube into my mouth. I knelt before him, taking his dick into my mouth. His gasped, “Fuuuuuuck,” told me I had him balancing on that edge he loved to keep me when I submitted. With the cold tip of my tongue, I inserted it into his slit. “Lacey,” he half panted, half growled.

  Rearing back, I cautioned, “Behave.”

  “God…yes, Mistress,” he strained out.

  The slight tremor of his body hadn’t escaped me. Pain or excitement? After a moment, he was fully relaxed. I proceeded with my plan and pushed play on my iPod, sitting in the deck on a side table, Pitbull and Kesha began to sing
“Timber” as I moved my body to the beat. Of course I knew the dance moves, and each slower spot I either removed clothing or unfastened so they could shimmy off my body. Clad in only my bra and panties, I finished stripping to Joi’s “Lick.” I sat in a chair facing E and began a slow exploration of my body, never touching erogenous zones thanks to our contract. Holding his lust filled regard, I inquired, “Do you want to watch me come?”

  He groaned out, “I want to lick you.”

  I placed my forefinger in my mouth the same way I’d done with his cock. After I removed it, still wet, I held it over my turgid nipple. “Yes?”

  “Fuck. Yes, Ma’am.”

  I circled the areola with one hand and moved the other to my wide open sex. When I inserted two fingers, the wet sounds could be heard. Already on the edge, I stopped and stood up. I walked over to E, putting those same fingers that were inside me into his mouth. “Suck.”

  His moan of pleasure almost brought me to orgasm. I looked him in the eyes. “You will do as I command.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I released him from the cords that held him and pulled a chenille blanket off the chair, laying it on the floor. “Lie down with your head towards the living room.”

  This time there was no hesitation. I straddled his head and began to move my hips to the music that was on a loop. The song itself screamed sex. E held perfectly still and watched my tease above him with rapt fascination. I ran my hands through his chin length hair then fisted. Holding his head in place, I lowered my sex just above his mouth. His hot breath sent shivers up and down my spine. “Lick,” I commanded, lowering right on to his waiting tongue. When his hands came up to my low back, I groaned out, “Your hands on my boobs.”

  Once he had them there, I began to grind on his face. His nose catching my clit perfectly, but I needed more. “Put your tongue inside me,” the torment continued, “and pinch my nipples. Oh…God, just like that.” I had a decent rhythm going, until I released his hair and leaned back to stroke his cock. Hovering right on the precipice of euphoria but unable to achieve it like this, I was about to give up and let him have control. Then, it struck me what was needed. I eased off his body, feeling lost without him, and repositioned facing his feet. Now my ass was at his eye level as I lowered my sex back down to his eager mouth. He didn’t wait for my command, and, at that point, I didn’t care. With one hand I grabbed the base of his cock, sucking him deep into my mouth. The other was at his balls, massaging.

  While sixty-nine was perfect, something was still missing. My finger was running along that sensitive muscle between his sac and rosebud when I knew what it was. At the tip of his head, I moaned, “Put your finger in my ass.”

  As he moved my juices back and entered my exit with his little finger, I did the same to his. He rolled us to the side. The wet sucking sounds making everything more erotic as we both came. We were out of breath, continuing to lick and lightly nip each other. I repositioned and was lying on his chest when his hands went to either side of my face, bringing mine to his. He kissed me so intensely, so thoroughly, that I forgot everything around us. It was as if his soul had reached inside and captured mine, refusing to let go. After a few minutes, he rested our foreheads against one another. “I love you, Lacey.”

  “I love you more, Even.”

  Chapter Seven

  E

  I eased her off my body and went to grab a glass of water. Looking over at her curled up on the floor, it hit me—I’d do anything for her. She was my everything. And now that I could at least function properly as a man, and a husband when the time came, it was time to get my ass in gear. We had a wedding coming up. Plus, I had a honeymoon to plan. After her little display, the realization was clear: I loved it when she took control. At least for a little while, until I had to have it back. Who knew I could switch? Shouldn’t surprise me, though, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Always her. I had fallen so hard, completely and irrevocably in love. Ah hell, even my thoughts were all mushy. She brought it out of me. No one would’ve ever accused me of being romantic before. Out of us all, Alex was. My brothers had it just as a bad for their wives as I did my future wife. Momma, you’d love your daughters. God, I missed my mother. Times like these made me realize just how much. Lacey began to stir as I walked over to her and squatted down, running my fingers along her spine.

  Her sleepy gaze met mine. “Hey.” She blinked a few times then traced my cheek with the pad of her thumb. “Why the tears?”

  “Thinking of my mom.”

  She got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Ah sweetness, she would’ve adored you.”

  “I would’ve loved her, too.” I rose with her in my arms. “E, put me down. You shouldn’t exert yourself like this,” she chastised.

  “Don’t baby me, Lacey,” I warned.

  She nuzzled into my neck. “Only concerned.”

  “Hmm…I appreciate that. But I know my limits.”

  “Alright.”

  I laid her down on the bed and joined her, holding her close. I prayed we had a long, happy life together as sleep finally won.

  *****

  Instrumental workout music played as I stretched before beginning kata. I brought my mind and body into harmony, easing into each movement. Alex entered the dojo and, without a word, joined me. As the tempo increased so did our speed, and shockingly my balance returned. Seemed having several orgasms was what might have been needed all along. Shit, too bad I didn’t know healing was tied to my junk. Really, shouldn’t have surprised me if I thought about it. After about half an hour, we began to seriously workout. Dripping with sweat but holding my own for the first time since the shooting, Alex got in a great roundhouse kick. I took a knee, tapping out. He threw a towel at me. “Not bad, little brother. Keep that up and you’ll be back to yourself in no time.”

  I cocked a brow at him. “Yeehaw. ‘Bout fucking time I was back in the saddle.”

  “Cool your heels there, Billy the Kid.” He held his hand out to help me up. “Let’s stretch before calling it a day.”

  “Ten-four.”

  We showered and met in the kitchen. Nik was sitting there drinking coffee. “’Sup,” I called, grabbing protein powder for a much needed shake.

  His gaze met mine and I noticed something there. “I’m going to be a dad,” he replied incredulously.

  “Shut the fuck up!” I exclaimed.

  Alex was more reserved with, “How you handling that, Nikko?”

  Shit. I should’ve thought before I spoke. Nik was still grieving his late wife, Rachel, and his unborn daughter, Miley, after the bomb was recently dropped on his life that he’d served time for their untimely deaths for nothing. He was an innocent man. Something Alex and I had always known, but now Nik’s record reflected it. News that Aimee was expecting couldn’t be easy on him. Fact was, it could trigger more grief, or worse, his PTSD. I walked over and clasped his shoulder, nodding when his gaze slid to mine. “Whatever you need,” I assured.

  Alex sat down and grasped Nik’s forearm. “We’re in this together, brother.”

  “I’m just in shock,” he replied with a far off look. “But I am happy.”

  “Of course you are,” Alex acknowledged.

  “We all love kids,” I answered. God, the thought of Lacey carrying our child inside of her prompted feelings I never knew existed.

  I stood to grab us a beer and saw Lacey’s note on the fridge.

  Went to Sofie’s for another fitting then going to have lunch with all my sisters. I love you.

  She was handling everything with the wedding. Only thing she’d asked me to do with her was select our wedding cake. As if tasting cakes was some sort of hardship. Hell no.

  I handed a bottle to everyone once I returned to the table. “To long, happy lives with our beautiful wives.” I raised mine in the air.

  Alex added, “To family. No matter how large it becomes.”

  “To lots of
fat, healthy babies for each of us,” Nik threw in before our bottles clinked.

  After we finished our beers, each of us went our separate ways. There were plans to meet up later that night for dinner.

  *****

  Next morning, Tar was the one to meet me on the mats to warm up and stretch. Fort Minor featuring Styles Of Beyond pumped through the speakers with “Remember The Name.” He had actually put together a damn good workout plan. We hit the treadmills for a good forty-five minute run before some strength training. Sweat poured as he commanded, “Don’t you pussy out. Give me ten more.”

  My arms shook with the effort to pull me up over the bar for yet another chin up. “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned out, pushing my body to ultimate limits. I almost didn’t make it, straining hard to reach the last one. I dropped to the mat.

  “Don’t let your muscles lock, man. Let’s stretch.”

  I complied, shooting a hard gaze at Tar. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  He chuckled, “Nah.” Fucker. “I actually like you enough to want you around.”

  “Could’ve fooled me,” I spat out. My body protesting with each move I made.

  “You want your stamina back?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Then I’m gonna push a whole hell of lot harder than that, my friend.”

  “Duly noted,” I replied, grabbing a bottle of water and parking my ass on the mats.

  Once I fully caught my breath, the inquisition began. “What’re your intentions with Keeley?”