For This (Their Sub Series Book 3)

by Linzi Basset

  Oh Chloe, Chloe.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Changed your mind?”

  Chloe glanced at Rex. He had a detached look on his face again; like he was preparing for her to back out, which of course, stirred the rebel awake inside her.

  I’ll see this through, Rex Anderson, if only to spite you!

  Famous last words.

  Oh, shut up.

  “Do I really have to be naked?”

  None of the men bothered to answer the redundant question. The sigh that escaped her lips could have sunk the Titanic.

  “If you don’t want an audience, I suggest you do as I instructed, Chloe. I’m not going to stop, not even if the others return.”

  That warning spurned her to action and within a flash, she settled naked on her back on the chaise lounge.

  “Pull your legs up to your side and hold them in place with your hands around your knees. Do not let go, my pet. Understood?”

  “Yes, but I’m not promising anything,” she hedged, beyond embarrassed at having to spread herself open for the three men. Who, of course, took the time to appreciate the picture she presented.

  “Who’s wasting time now?” She asked sarcastically.

  “Man, it’s such a pity to turn all that pink to ruby red. Not that it would look any less enticing, mind you,” Wade summarized their thoughts.

  Crack, crack!

  “Holy shit!” Chloe cried out and clamped her knees together.

  “Chloe, open your legs. I’m not going to tell you again.”

  “That hurt! You’ve got bloody huge hands,” she moaned while taking in deep breaths.

  He chuckled. “I am merely heating up your skin for the actual whipping, my pet. You didn’t really think I would use my hand for this, did you?”

  “Wh-what are you gonna use?”

  “The first round, I’ll use my belt and for the second round, a narrow pussy flogger.”

  Why the hell am I doing this again?

  You’re horny and want to be fucked three ways.

  Her legs went back up.

  “This had better be worth the pain,” she muttered under her breath.

  Rex brushed his hands over her thighs. “Based on the moistness seeping from between your pink lips, I daresay it will, my pet. As a matter of fact, I think you’ll be likely begging me to fuck you in the end.”

  “After you’ve whipped me? You’re completely delusionaooowww! Damn it. You could’ve warned me,” she wailed after three more slaps cracked against her labia.

  Rex kept slapping her labia lustily while Chloe cried in pleasure and pain. Once the slaps ceased, Chloe’s eye’s popped open just in time to see Rex reach for his belt buckle. Chloe watched, mesmerized, as the long strip of leather unfurled from his jeans and whizzed viciously.

  “Oh, fuck me,” Chloe whimpered when Rex wrapped the buckle end of his belt around his fist, leaving the other end hanging loose. Short enough to ensure he had full control over where it would land.

  “One more thing. You’re not allowed to climax. Not until I give you permission.”

  “There’s no chance in hell I’ll climax from being whipped . . . oh my!” A low carnal growl escaped her throat as Wade sucked her nipple into his mouth while Mark licked and sucked the other.

  Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around the twin sensations, when they stopped.

  Crack, crack, crack!

  Before the fourth one fell, her legs were clamped again.

  “Open, Chloe,”

  “Noo!” She cried. Her pussy was stinging from the three strikes, throbbing with every breath she took. What was most disconcerting was that her loins pulsed with arousal. Her pussy tingled and she felt moistness trickle past her lips.

  Why the fuck am I getting aroused?

  Maybe because he’s not hitting you that hard?

  Rex nodded at the two men and they kneeled on either side of her. Ignoring her protests, they pulled her legs up and held them down.

  Crack, crack, crack!

  “Oouuww! I hate you all,” she shouted at them, her struggles fruitless against the two men’s strength.

  Crack, crack, crack!

  Her wail turned to cries of pleasure as Mark latched onto her nipple and sucked hard, with Wade burying his face between her legs.

  “Hmm, I love how wet you are, angel. These lips might be swollen and red, but they’re throbbing with lot more than just pain, aren’t they?”

  “You . . . ohh god! Yes,” she moaned as Wade probed deeply with his tongue, lapping at her constant secretions—sucking her dry.

  “I can smell her from here. Damn, she is making my head spin.” Rex’s voice was suffused with primeval desire to mate with her.

  “Come! Gaaawd, I’m gonna—”

  “No. I warned you, Chloe. Don’t push me.”

  She just glared at him.

  “Oh shit.” She froze and all desire to climax receded at the sight of the short-tailed flogger he was holding in his hand. She didn’t bother to struggle but whimpered when he stepped closer.

  “Don’t tense up, Chloe. Lean into the strikes.”

  “Oh, yeah of course. Says someone who has never felt the whip lashes on his dangling bits! Let me have at you and we’ll see if it’s as easy as that.”

  Crack, crack, crack, crack!

  “Jesus Christ! Hmmooww,” she cried and couldn’t keep the tears from falling.

  Crack, crack, crack, crack!

  “Owww! I’m sorry for running away. Please. Fuck, it hurts. Stop!”

  But her pleading was unnecessary. Rex had already put down the flogger. He reached lower and brushed his hands with feather lightness over her burning labia. He pulled them apart and inspected the tender folds inside.

  “Only a little red and swollen. I tried not to let the strips go too deep.”

  “Re-x-x,” she sobbed.

  He looked up from where he was kneeling between her legs. “Yes, love?”

  “I need . . . I . . . please,” she begged softly.

  Her back arched as he traced his tongue along her pelvis, leaving a glistening trail of saliva that dissolved in the heat. He brushed her soft labia and slowly inserted a finger, exploring, twisting and probing deeper, while watching her face flash with increasing pleasure.

  “What do you need, Chloe?”

  “I need you. Please, fuck me,” she pleaded. Her eyes were pools of desire.

  “Are you sure, Chloe? I can guess how sensitive your pussy must be after the whipping.”

  Their eyes burned into each other. The chemistry was so highly charged; the air around them seemed to hiss with static electricity.

  “Yes! Fuck me, damn you!” She choked out while orbiting herself against his searching mouth, suddenly desperate to feel his tongue and lips taste her. With a cry she caught a fistful of his hair and guided his mouth to her quivering core. She was on fire. Every cell in her body sizzled with heat. All sound and physical sense fizzled away in a wave of rampant lust.

  “All three of us? We are all part of this punishment, love. It’s not fair to exclude Mark and Wade.”

  Chloe was rocked by a giddy rush of adrenaline. She didn’t consider denying them. She wanted them like she had never wanted anyone before. Her body jerked and thrashed as she envisioned being under their command, pinned down by their three cocks. It thrilled her beyond her wildest imagination.

  She could deny it no longer. It wasn’t just Rex she wanted. She’d become greedy. She wanted Mark and Wade as well.

  “Yes! Please, please, just fuck me.”

  Mark picked her up and sat down on the chaise lounge. He turned her to straddle him.

  Chloe was too far gone to wait and rose above him. She caught the base of his cock in her hand and slowly bore down onto him.

  “Oooh, that feels so good,” she moaned once they were crotch to crotch. Before she could start moving, he dragged her closer. He reached around her to pull her ass cheeks open.

  “Easy, love,” R
ex cautioned as he pushed his large bulbous cock head inside her back hole. He was well lubricated, which made his entry quick and not too painful.

  “Ohgodohgod . . . this feels more . . . tight. It’s too tight,” she complained but couldn’t resist orbiting her hips experimentingly. The two men growled in reaction.

  “Open for me, baby,” Wade instructed where he stood behind Mark. Her lips opened and she licked and sucked on the mushroom tip. A rumbling groan sounded from his throat as he pushed his engorged vascular cock into her mouth.

  “Have you ever deep throated before, Chloe?” Wade asked and watched with a satisfied grin when she bobbed her head up and down. “Then take me all the way, baby. Let those muscles contract around my shaft. Blow my mind, my pet,” he ordered with a lustful growl.

  He pushed all the way down her throat, watching as her eyes began to water and the spittle escape from her lips.

  “Goddamn, what a beautiful sight,” he grunted as he began to thrust down her throat.

  Mark and Rex followed suit and began to rock in easy rhythm that teased her, more than it satisfied her. With her throat stuffed by Wade’s cock, she couldn’t verbalize her demands; so she thrashed in desperation between their hard bodies. She writhed, as if inebriated.

  “Relax, Chloe. Let us take care of your needs, honey,” Rex instructed her. “And, yes, you may come at will, love.”

  Chloe’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as three velvet-steel rods plunged deep inside her with rhythmic strokes. Their thrusting tumescence caused sensual friction inside her with every plunge, through the thin membrane of her vaginal wall. Pressure built, unbeknownst to her, filling every inch of her. Mark’s cock rubbed against the swollen synaptic bundle of nerves inside her. Her core tightened painfully and she arched her back, forcing them even deeper into her.

  Wade caught her head between his hands and began to thrust with fast, uncontrolled plunges, racing toward the climax that had been nipping at his balls. He pounded down her throat once, twice and then with a primordial growl his ejaculate shot down her throat. With two sharp thrusts he emptied himself and gently withdrew from her mouth, holding her chin when she coughed for breath.

  “Hold on, love,” Rex warned, his voice raw and gruff.

  Pinning her arms behind her back, he pumped his hips, slapping her cheeks open with every wild thrust, pushing her clitoris against Mark’s crotch.

  “Oh . . . fuck!” She sobbed, as he banged her relentlessly. Mark remained still, watching her every expression. Her fleshy sheath was beginning to spasm and contract in a battle to hold herself off.

  “Oohh,” she groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

  Rex plunged deeper into her, pillaging her ass while he forced Mark’s cock deeper inside her pussy. He tilted her hips, pounding harder.

  Mark clenched his lips and gave up on holding back until Rex was done. He caught her hips to hold her in place and began thrusting upward, impaling her again and again.

  “Too much! Please!” Her hoarse cry had the opposite effect on them, further inciting their insatiable lust.

  Chloe bucked wildly as a surge of warm liquid erupted inside her making her loins clench. She shattered inside; choked out a scream as streams of cum showered Mark’s cock.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Wade praised as he watched her arc back with intense pleasure.

  The two men started hammering into her again, now as desperate to reach their own climax.

  “I can’t any . . . oh god!” Her scream echoed in the air as she shattered again, her muscles convulsing and shivering, involuntarily.

  “Fuck, hold on, love,” Rex warned again. Every part of his body now throbbed, screaming for release. Pushing in, to the hilt, he could not stop as he repeatedly impaled her. Mark followed suit, his guttural moans a sign of his own race to find his release as he pumped her pussy ferociously.

  Her pussy and ass clenched around their cocks, pushing them to finally lose all vestige of control. They thrust inside her with frenzied urgency.

  They erupted one after the other, deep inside her, filling her with such heat that another orgasm wracked her body. Pulsating streams of hot viscous semen spewed into her stretched orifices. They emptied themselves with short, quick thrusts.

  Rex’s breathing was haggard and worn as he stumbled back and watched Wade gently untangle her from Mark. He pulled her into his arms and cuddled her against his chest on the chaise lounge.

  Her eyelids fluttered as she looked around until her gaze caught Rex. He was still struggling to find his breath, but the smile he offered brightened her world. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes.

  “Now that pussy whipping was worth every strike.”

  Her soft voice drew husky chuckles all around but she didn’t hear or see the soft glow in Rex’s eyes as she drifted off into a sex induced sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “It’s beautiful here. I can’t imagine why I thought Tucson was just a bowl of dust,” Chloe said. She sat down on the large blanket Mark had just spread out on the grassy knoll on the bank of the river. She breathed in deeply and looked around. The sound of water in the background with the chirping birds brought tranquility to their surroundings.

  “We told you, you’ll come to love it here,” Wade said with a quick kiss on her lips. He looked around. “Where is the old man? I thought he said he’s bringing the picnic basket?”

  “Maybe he needs help carrying it. The way you packed it, that thing must weigh a ton,” Mark drawled.

  Chloe noticed the concerned looks they shared. Fear rushed through her and she jumped up.

  “What is going on? What aren’t you telling me? Has he been complaining about his heart?” Chloe could hear the panic in her voice. The thought of something happening to one of them almost brought her to her knees; especially Rex.

  “No. I’m sorry, Chloe, of course not.” Wade tried to soothe her concern. “See, there he comes,” he said with a sigh of relief when Rex appeared around the corner of the ranch house in the distance.

  Chloe sank back on the blanket, her knees just collapsed. She forced oxygen into her lungs. “You never told me how you became a trio,” she asked to try and focus on something other than the fear she just couldn’t shake.

  “We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. We went to college together and it was a natural progression of our relationship over the years. I don’t think we ever made a decision to become a trio as you call it. We’ve just always enjoyed having one women between the three of us and let’s face it, honey, it’s a dynamic that’s unbeatable. A normal man-woman relationship doesn’t come close to what we have as a foursome.”

  Chloe couldn’t deny what Wade was saying. In fact, she agreed with it wholeheartedly. She’d never imagined she would come to crave three men. Being taken three-ways floored her mind every time they did it. It had become like a drug.

  “And why the serious faces? I thought we’re going to have a relaxing Sunday afternoon. Don’t tell me you’re giving Chloe one of your sermons on dairy production again, Wade?” Rex asked when he put down the large picnic basket under the tree.

  Chloe patted the blanket. “Come sit with me, Rex.”

  He lowered himself next to her but instead of sitting, he laid down with his head on her lap. “Hm, now this is heaven.” He blinked up at her. “Out with it, love. Why the serious face?”

  She smiled but it was tremulous at best. She caressed his shoulder and dragged her fingers through his hair. He loved it when she touched him and Chloe didn’t let an opportunity by to run her hands all over his body.

  “It would look rather silly if I walk around with a smile on my face the entire day, wouldn’t it? I just realized that my time here is almost up.” She winked at Mark and Wade who had joined them on the blanket. “Work awaits.”

  “You don’t have to go, Chloe. Over the past two weeks you’ve come to mean a lot to us. We want to explore this further. You have crawled inside our minds and I, for one, don’t w
ant you to leave mine.” Rex’s voice was deep, his expression serious.

  “I second that.” Wade leaned closer and kissed her lips. Soft, tender pecks that teased more than it satisfied.

  “Hey, what about me? You’ve both had your share of those lips. Come over here, angel and lock that pout with mine,” Mark ordered and with a hard yank, pulled her out of Rex’s grasp, who seemed reluctant to let her go.

  Mark’s kiss was demanding, hard and passionate, like the man he himself. His kisses were always like that, but he gave as much as he took. Her breath rushed through her lips when he lifted his head.

  “Now, be honest, wouldn’t you miss my kisses? I know these two can’t hold a candle to my smooching technique, so―”

  “Yeah-yeah, Mister Casanova,” Wade chuckled. “Just because one woman thought you could kiss, doesn’t mean all of them would agree.” He opened the basket and whistled. “I see the old man brought the good stuff,” he joked as he unearthed a bottle of French champagne. “What are we celebrating?”

  Rex was thoughtful. He wrapped his arms around his legs and watched Mark pull off Chloe’s dress amidst her half-hearted protests. They loved her naked and she’d become used to them always undressing her.

  “Why do we need a reason to celebrate? Life is good; we have a beautiful woman who has brought sunshine to our lives. What more do we need?”

  His voice sounded forced. Chloe looked at him and lost her breath as she watched the emotions flash in his gaze. It was the first time he didn’t hide his feelings from her.

  No. He can’t. I . . . don’t know how to reciprocate. Not that. It’s the one thing I can’t give him, or Mark, or Wade.

  For the rest of the afternoon she deliberately kept up the easy banter, avoiding serious topics such as her imminent departure. She just didn’t have what it took to deal with it.

  But the way they made love to her after lunch was the most tender experience she’d ever had in her life. Almost like they were giving her memories and moments that would make her realize that she had found her destiny.

  How am I going to tell them it doesn’t change anything? That what I am feeling, isn’t what they . . . god, what am I feeling?