by Fiona Archer
“Please—”
“Please what, honey?” He dragged a nail across the tip of her nipple.
“L–let me c–come.”
“You want us to let you come, sweetheart?”
She nodded, uncaring if her face showed the desperation that rose up like an overflowing stream.
“Hmm, what do you think, Noah?” He grasped a nipple and pinched, conjuring a slow burn.
“I…Oh…Oh my God!”
Chloe jerked her head off the pillow as Noah sucked her clit into his mouth, capturing it gently between his teeth. He flicked the bundle of nerves with his tongue, thrusting her toward climax.
She gasped as he inserted a finger into her slick opening. Her sheath clamped around the invader. He withdrew before inserting two fingers, pumping and rubbing them against her inner wall. A sob lodged in her throat.
More. More. More.
As the first tremor shook deep inside, a bolt of white heat flared from her clit, projecting shockwaves through her pussy. She squealed. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her head crashed back against the pillows and thrashed from side to side. The muscles in her thighs quaked under Noah’s assault. In the back of her mind, she heard Flynn murmur words of praise and encouragement, but they were meaningless to her as the blinding light of her release consumed all conscious thought.
A hand stroked the sweat-soaked hair off her face as she closed her eyes and focused on breathing.
Noah lifted his mouth from her pussy to trail a string of kisses up the inside of one thigh, leaving a wet path where her juices coated his lips. His fingers eased out from her sheath as small aftershocks radiated from her clit.
Noah moved to lie beside her, rising up on one elbow. He ran a finger along her cheek as his gaze wandered over her flushed features. Caught in the whispers of a dreamy afterglow, Chloe relaxed as bliss swam through her body.
“Sweetheart, if you believe nothing else then trust us when we say you’re a beautiful, passionate woman. You’re ours, little teacher. We’ll never stop taking care of you and keeping you safe. You’ll never be alone again.”
A warm glow fired in her chest, sneaking heat into a part of her heart she had closed off years ago. She didn’t doubt his sincerity. Noah wasn’t a man to issue false proclamations. It didn’t matter. She’d never belong to them. How could she risk their lives with the threat from her past?
Chloe flexed her fingers. “You can let me go, Flynn.”
“Do you want me to?”
Her gaze flew up to meet his. Heaven help her…no.
There was a dark part of her, deep and secret, that wanted to be mastered, tied, and vulnerable. Did she have the courage to admit it?
“I don’t think you do, Chloe.” Flynn’s gaze raked over her, daring her to disagree. “There’s a hidden side to you. One that wants to be dominated, tied down, and protected.” He flexed his hand around her wrists, his eyes flaring at her stuttered gasp. “Imagine, no guilt, just the freedom to feel. Do you want us to tie you, baby, nice and helpless, so we can do whatever we want and make you come like never before?”
“Yes.” Her reply tore free from her mouth before she could catch it.
Where the hell had that come from?
Noah rose and lifted the lid of the padded chest at the end of the bed.
“We’ll take this slow and easy.” Flynn’s voice soothed. He released her wrists and shifted her to a sitting position. The sides of her pajama top spread open, revealing her breasts, their nipples turgid from the men’s earlier ministrations. Confident hands rubbed her shoulders and upper arms, massaging away any kinks. Talk about aches…
She glanced down at the large—and what must be painful—bulge in Flynn’s jeans. “Umm, what about you? Don’t you, ah, need some relief?”
Flynn winked. “Don’t worry, luv, our time will come, and your sweet assistance will feature prominently.”
Chloe’s gaze followed Noah as he lowered the padded lid and returned to sit on the bed. He laid out his treasure trove of goodies, big and small leather cuffs with connecting chains. She assumed they’d use rope. Yikes.
Noah grasped one of her hands, turning it palm upward. He traced the inside of her wrist. The butterflies in her stomach went into overdrive. Her gaze shot up to meet his, and for the life of her, she couldn’t tear herself away.
“Chloe, have you ever been tied up?” Noah asked, his voice raspy.
Her pulse jackknifed. She shook her head in denial, words beyond her.
Flynn slid her pajama top down her arms. Even with the room heated, her nipples peaked. The jingle of a chain behind her sent a delicious shiver along the backs of her arms and shoulders. Flynn and Noah each seized a wrist and wrapped the lined leather cuffs to a snug fit and then ran a finger under each cuff. The unfamiliar weight of the leather added kindling to her heat. Tiny silver padlocks attached to the buckles ensured she couldn’t remove the cuffs. The snick when they locked in place rammed home her helplessness.
She dragged in a deep breath. She trusted these men. At least in bed. She could do this. She wanted this.
A warm palm cupped her chin and raised her face to Noah. “Chloe, there are rules we follow, and we’ll get to them in a minute. All we’re doing now is bondage. Remember, if you’re unsure, tell us. We won’t always be able to guess what’s going on in your mind.”
“Lay down, sweetie.” Flynn pressed her down on the mattress and spread her hair out against the pillows.
He ran his hands up and down her thighs before bending her legs at the knees. When he next spoke, his voice was deeper, the tone he used when compromise was never an option. “This is your first lesson in trust. Close your eyes.”
“W–what?” Chloe stumbled the word out, licking her lips against the wall of nerves threatening to crash down and smother her.
“Breathe, little teacher.” Noah’s knuckles brushed her outer thigh. “Without trust, this won’t work. Your mind will block against receiving any pleasure. Close your eyes.”
Was she crazy? Probably. She closed her eyes.
A leather cuff circled the top of each thigh and then tightened. Not pinching, just…secure.
Her wrists were firmly but gently guided to her outer thighs. Two snicks confirmed her wrists secured. She tugged on her bonds. No give. An ache of pleasure swept through her pussy. Her vagina clenched as her clit flared back to life and hummed with excitement at this new game.
“Good girl.” Flynn squeezed her knee.
Hands lifted her ankles to butt up against her thighs, her heels brushing her lower buttocks. More cuffs, strapped around each ankle and secured to her thigh cuffs.
With a sharp jerk, she tested the restraints. Again, no give.
“Open your eyes,” Noah ordered.
Her gaze darted from one rugged face to another as she fought to keep her breathing even. Their features were tight with undeniable lust.
“That’s right, you’re helpless. Tied the way we want you. Maybe now that you’re under our control, you’ll let yourself go. Hell, maybe even learn to trust a little.” Flynn’s eyes traveled over her body, burning a trail from her face to her exposed core.
“This is just sex, Flynn. Nothing more.” As much as it hurt to deny herself, there was no future here, just this one time.
Flynn tilted his head. “We’ll see.”
Noah reached out to stroke a curl off her forehead.
“Sweetheart, I mentioned there were rules to keep you safe.” Noah’s hand slid to her upper arm, stroking her skin as he would a nervous kitten.
She nodded. “Sure.”
“For now, the most important rule for you to remember is you have a safe word. If you use this word, everything stops. We untie you, no questions asked. Your safe word is red. Understood?” Noah kept caressing her arm as he waited for her acknowledgment.
A safe word? She dragged in a quick breath. This was starting to get very real. “Yes, I understand. Red stops everything. Is there anything e
lse I need to know?”
“That’ll do for now,” Flynn said before the men moved off the bed and stripped off their jeans and boxer shorts.
Noah and Flynn surpassed her wildest fantasy. Their long, strong limbs and granite-hard torsos matched in perfect sync with their cocks, jutting erect and proud before them.
Need overruled shyness. It had been too long since she’d been with a man, years before she’d left LA.
She closed her eyes, clamped her thighs together, and ground her hips. Anything to ease the burn of her clit.
Slap.
Her right butt cheek burned. She snapped her eyes open.
“Hey! Don’t you—”
Noah sliced through her outburst. “That’s your last warning, Chloe. The next time you try to come by yourself, your bottom will turn pink by my hand.”
An intoxicating blend of fear and wanton need sizzled through her veins, urging her defiance.
Oh, she was tempted to disobey Noah. Yeah, if it wasn’t for the cuffs and no escape route.
Flynn climbed onto the bed, gripped her knees, and forced them wide. “Keep them there.” He glided his fingers over the folds of her bare pussy. A blunt fingertip stroked the sides of her clit, coaxing until the now-rock-hard nub peeked out from under its hood.
Chloe moaned. Her head fell back against the pillows.
Noah stretched out beside her, the curls of his chest hair tickling her arm, a reminder these were no salon-waxing city boys. He dipped his head and kissed along her collarbone and toward her neck. Yes, so close, just a bit higher. She tilted her head, granting him better access. Ooh, he found it—her soft spot—at the base of her neck. He nipped her skin. She shivered.
“Such a responsive little thing.” Noah murmured against her skin. The deep cadence of his voice, so near, flowed over her like a sinful cascade of hot fudge.
A light pinch to her clit shot sparks along her pussy.
“Flynn, do that again,” Chloe demanded, raising her head just in time to watch Flynn stiffen, his mouth mere inches from her pussy.
“You don’t give the orders, little teacher, remember?” Noah delivered a hard tweak to her nipple. A deep thumping burn spread outward over her areola. Chloe’s cry was captured by his mouth, his lips meshing against hers, smothering any further outbursts.
Noah teased and plucked her nipples as Flynn spread her labia wide. He licked back and forth across her inner lips. Each swipe sent a charged jolt to her clit. Slick with her essence, his thumb rubbed the thin band of skin between her vagina and back passage. His tongue flicked the grooves along the side of her clit with short upward stokes, teasing the primed bundle of nerves.
Her core tightened, drawing to a peak before shooting a burst of energy that splintered into a million starbursts. A muffled keening sound roared past Chloe’s lips, still covered by Noah’s mouth.
She wrenched free from Noah’s kiss and gasped for air. Her clit shuddered under the aftereffects of Flynn’s tongue. A riot of sensations jockeyed for first place in her consciousness. Pleasure. Helplessness.
Flynn placed a tender kiss on the top of her mound then moved up beside Chloe, her bound form braced between them. Swooping down, he slanted his lips over hers, drawing her into his kiss. Her eyes grew wide as she tasted herself on his lips. It tasted…natural. In fact, not horrible at all.
“Ready for more?” Noah dared her. What option did she have? Surrender? How could it be surrender when she was getting what she wanted?
“I’m ready. Give it your best shot.” Anticipation flooded Chloe’s body.
“Now that’s a sweet challenge. Let’s see how composed you are when my cock is deep inside you.” Moving between her thighs, Noah’s palm smacked her bottom before his hand rubbed the hurt away. She lifted her chin. Her snarl earned her another smack—from Flynn—on the other cheek. This one stung and had no comforting after rub. He pulled her further up the pillows.
“I know a far better use for that mouth of yours, baby.” Flynn stroked himself.
Her gaze flicked to his cock. Long and hard, a drop of pre-cum oozed from the head.
“I have to warn you, I don’t have much experience at this. The one time…it didn’t go so well.” Suck harder. Painful hair pulling. Impatient sighs. Swallow dammit. She licked her lips and raised her gaze. They were used to accomplished women in their beds. Would he be disappointed? More importantly, why should it matter?
Flynn’s gaze darkened. “Whoever the bastard was, Chloe, he didn’t deserve the honor of being in your bed. You won’t disappoint me, luv. Of that, I have no doubt. “
His words proved all the encouragement she needed. This was turning into a day of bold decisions.
“Please, come closer,” she said.
Flynn moved further up the bed, his cock resting against her lips. Slipping a hand under her neck, he used his other hand to grip the base of his cock and guided himself into her mouth.
Don’t question it, Chloe. For once, just let yourself go.
Keeping her gaze locked with Flynn’s, she dragged her tongue along the underside of his engorged length before rolling and twisting over the purple-tinged head. Pressing the tip of her tongue against his opening, she savored a drop of pre-cum. Salty and all male. What she lacked in technique, Chloe was determined to make up for with enthusiasm. Sucking hard, like a woman quenching a thirst, she let Flynn set the pace as he plunged in and out of her mouth.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me here. I won’t last long. Jesus, Noah, hurry up.” Flynn’s face had drawn tight in a fight to control his climax.
“Hold on, I need to get inside our sweet girl.” Noah rolled a condom over his cock. “Ready, honey?”
“Uh-huh,” she hummed around Flynn’s cock.
“Shit, luv, don’t do that,” Flynn hissed out between clenched teeth. A faint sheen of sweat had broken out along his forehead and his shoulders bunched tight. She doubled her efforts. Could she get him off first? Would this alpha allow that?
Flynn dragged in a shuddering breath. His grip on her hair tightened, locking her in place as he continued to guide his cock in and out of her eager mouth. A mew echoed past her lips. His cock jumped. She would have smiled if her mouth weren’t occupied.
“You look gorgeous. Like a hungry kitten sucking up all his cream.” Noah’s gaze remained locked on Chloe as he addressed Flynn. “How does she feel?”
“Like a hot, wet patch of heaven,” Flynn ground out.
“Chloe, before this day’s out, we’ll both take that sweet mouth. But first, I’m sinking deep into your pussy.”
Oh, yes, please!
Her hips jerked at the first brush of Noah’s cock against the folds of her pussy. Strong hands gripped her thighs. In one swift move, he slid into her hot opening.
Flynn’s cock in her mouth stifled her groan as her sensitive tissues stretched to accommodate Noah. The burn of his invasion soon gave way to ripples of pleasure as with one final push he seated himself fully inside her.
For a few heart-stopping moments, Noah froze in place, allowing her to adjust to his size. Breathing deep around Flynn’s cock, she relaxed her lower back and rocked her hips, inviting his possession. Oh, my God, she was so…full.
“Feel that, Chloe? Your pussy’s gripping my cock like a fucking vise. When we come at the same time, you’re going to fly in my arms.” Noah moved his hips in a slow rhythm of shallow strokes.
The friction of his cock against her inner walls and the swirl of his thumb on her tender clit combined to incinerate her composure.
The clink of the cuffs’ D-rings echoed around the room as her ankles kicked up of their own volition. God, she loved the helplessness, the lack of give as she tugged at the cuffs. The leather restraints were an erotic brand, marking her as under their control. The reality of a dark fantasy come to life served as a blowtorch to her nerve endings.
Each stroke of his steel hardness whipped her into a greater frenzy. Her nails clawed the bottom sheet, desperate to
find an anchor against the furnace of need building inside her core.
Chloe sucked on Flynn’s length, taking as much of him as she dared. His hand at the base of his cock formed a safeguard, giving her the confidence to relax her throat muscles as he plundered her mouth. She fought to get more air through her nostrils as his tempo increased.
“Sweet Jesus, your mouth is killing me. I’m close, honey, so if you don’t want to swallow, you need to let go now,” Flynn warned, his features tight as if every ounce of effort was poured into holding off his climax.
His cock bobbed against the sides of her mouth as she shook her head against his retreat. She grazed her teeth along his cock before slamming her mouth back down his engorged length.
“Holy fuck! That’s it, baby. Swallow me, don’t you let a drop slip out.” Flynn commanded. His seed burst into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could against the torrent. She’d gotten him off!
Flynn’s harsh breathing filled her ears as her tongue bathed him clean. His tight grip on her hair gave way as he lowered her head onto the pillows. He sat back against the headboard.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bending over her, he brushed his lips against hers. His hand skimmed over her breast, callused pads scraping against her oversensitized flesh. Flynn’s eagle-sharp gaze narrowed at her indrawn breath.
“Next time, Noah, we should introduce our baby to nipple clamps. Those rosy peaks of hers would look gorgeous wearing our jewelry.” Flynn chuckled at her wide-eyed gasp.
“Definitely.” Noah slowed his strokes to nothing more than a nudge as he angled his cock to hit the roof of her channel. “We should clamp her clit, too. Maybe run a chain from her nipples to her clit. Would you like that, sweet girl?”
Oh, mercy! Chloe whimpered. Her pussy gripped Noah’s cock with such fierce excitement he cursed.
Their total domination had reduced her to a quivering mass of need. The silken cords of her willing submission bound her captive just as surely as the cuffs that chained her wrists.