by Brynn Ford
"Tell us your safewords."
"Yellow and Red, Sir, V."
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I need to do this.
Why am I fucking doing this?
"Good girl," I caught Vaughn's eyes to make sure he was listening, "I'm gonna walk away now. And so is Vaughn. And you, sweetheart, all you wanna do is leave, don't you? You made a mistake coming here alone with two big, strong men. The one thing you want is to walk out that door. Safe and unharmed. And you're gonna try to do just that. You're gonna try your hardest."
"Yes, Sir. Yes, V," she complied and I could practically smell her arousal.
There’s something missing from this equation.
Not something.
Someone.
"No more yes, Sir, yes, V," Vaughn said, "Starting now. Law and I are just some guys you shouldn't have come home with."
"Shit," she said with a tone full of lust, "I'm so fucking ready."
"Okay," I replied, giving Vaughn a nod as we both walked away, leaving her standing alone in the kitchen.
Desi put her hand over her heart, inhaling slowly. I grabbed her pursed off the kitchen table as I walked toward the living room. Vaughn went off just past the entryway toward my office. I saw Desi smile with a little nibble on the corner of her bottom lip before she shook her head. She forced her smile away, shifting into the role, knowing that playing the part would make this all the more fun.
"Okay," she said, more loudly than she needed to for us to hear her, "I'm just gonna go then," she started walking toward the door.
She crept, slowly, obviously anticipating us stopping her. But Vaughn and I both seemed to know implicitly how to handle this.
Wait.
Drag it out.
Make her pulse flare with uncertainty.
Make her veins pump with adrenaline.
Make her panties damp with anticipatory need.
I know I shouldn’t be fucking doing this.
But God, it feels good to be in control again.
She stood in front of the door and waited, breathed, "Thanks for, uh, having me over, gents.”
Finally, she reached for the doorknob. She turned it and pulled and that's when Vaughn jumped in with perfect timing. He came up behind her with speed and force, reaching over her shoulder to slam the door shut again with one hand.
"Leaving so soon, doll?"
I wanted to laugh for the way she melted at the sound of his voice. I wondered if she had the patience to pull off this role she was tasked with playing. Her fingers reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen from her ponytail. She whipped around lightning fast to face him, pressing her back against the door.
"Yes, my husband will be expecting me at home."
"Husband?” Vaughn shuffled his feet forward, crowding her space, "You didn’t say anything about a husband when you agreed to come home with us."
"I didn't? Oh, well," she said, "He's expecting me, so I really should get going."
"But you forgot something," I said, holding up her purse from where I stood next to the couch.
"Oh, uh, thank you," she reached out her hand but didn't move
"Come on over and get it, sweetheart."
"I'm just trying to leave, so, why don't you bring it here?"
"No. Come get it."
The natural submissive in her forced her to lift a foot, to follow my command, but then she remembered the game we were playing and held still.
"No, I want to leave. Please bring me my purse."
"Go get it," Vaughn said, bending over her, "Mmm, you smell good."
She ducked her head and side stepped away from him bolting after me quickly. I stood still, letting her come all the way into the apartment, baiting her toward me with her personal belongings. When she arrived in front of me, she stopped and paused. Then snatched her hand out to grab it. I lifted it high above my head just in time for her to miss it.
"I want to go," she said, rather convincingly for her part, though I could see the flicker of need behind her eyes.
"So take your shit and go," I said coldly, bringing her bag back down.
She reached and I pulled it away again.
"Stop it," she said.
"Stop what?"
She reached a third time and I let her grab it, realizing I could use her grip on it to yank her back just when she thought she made it safely to the door.
She backed away a few steps before turning sharply and running right into Vaughn's broad chest.
"Move," she demanded.
He stepped forward, pushing her along with him.
When he moved forward, she moved back.
"Stay a little while longer, doll. We haven't had any fun yet."
Desi let out a breath and planted her feet, trying to halt his movement, but he continued into her space. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She nearly faltered, nearly broke character, nearly gave into her husband.
"I'm…no. Let go of me," she shoved his chest with one hand, but he held on.
Then she did exactly what I was hoping for.
She hit him with her purse.
I had to stifle my chuckle at the adorable way she swung, trying not to hurt him, though I doubted Desi could cause any damage to that massive steel chest. Her arm swung out to the side again and I took advantage, snatching the handle and yanking back hard. Desi gasped as I pulled her back, thankfully still holding her bag, as I spun her to face me and caught her in my arms.
"There was a certain expectation of how things were gonna go when you agreed to come back here with us, sweetheart."
"There was no expectation," she insisted, "I don't owe you shit."
Vaughn came up behind her when she dropped her bag. She reached for my forearms where they wrapped around her back, pushing down, trying to get out of my grip. I held firm. Vaughn closed in tight, grabbing her hips roughly.
"Come on, princess," he said, "We just wanna play with you."
"I don't want to play," Desi bit her lip, "Let me go."
I let my hand slip to the back of her neck and gripped tightly, pulling her face forward until her forehead rested against mine. Desi tried to pull back, but I held firm.
"Gimme a kiss."
"No," she bent at the waist, pushing her ass out against Vaughn.
I went for it and crashed my lips against hers, unsure how either of them would really react to that in the moment. I was rough, abrasive, forcing rather than coaxing. She shoved hard against my chest, pushing with all her tiny might, but I was unyielding.
She shoved.
Then shoved again.
Then she reached out and slapped me.
I pulled back and smirked at her, proud that she'd done it. But my character was very, very angry with her. In the split second where my hand came up to touch my face as a natural physical reaction, she swooped from both our grips and ran.
Vaughn went after her, catching her by the wrist in two long strides. He yanked her backward and spun her, shoving her toward me.
"This one is spirited. Cocky."
"Needs to be brought down a few notches."
He slapped his hands on her shoulders and shoved her down on her knees in front of me. Desi dropped down to the floor, flattening to her stomach to get out of his grip and scrambled, trying to get quickly to her feet.
I was faster.
Dropping to my knees, I lunged forward, gripping her around the calf with both hands and dragging her backward with force. She yelped as she flipped over and kicked to get free of my grip. It was easy enough to overpower her on my own, but with Vaughn as my co-conspirator, she was helpless.
Which was exactly what she desired.
"Let's get her upstairs," I said as Vaughn moved behind her head.
"Get her on her feet. I'll carry the bitch."
Well, damn.
At least he's committed to the part.
“No!” she yelled.
I scooped her up around the wais
t, lifting her off the floor. I stole another quick kiss from her before Vaughn pulled her from my arms, turning her around to face him. He hoisted her up over his shoulder with ease, marching her off toward the spiral staircase. I followed quickly behind.
Sweet Desi kicked and fought and yelled all the way up, really committing to the part. I took the opportunity to check in with her during the transition to make sure she still wanted what we were doing. Once we had her upstairs, I had no intention of breaking character unless she stopped us with a safeword.
“Check in, Desi.”
She stilled, “Green and more fucking Green. Don’t check in with me again, just do this. I promise I’ll safeword if I need to, but I won’t.”
“Fine,” Vaughn said at the landing, tossing her roughly off his shoulder, “Then run from me, slut.”
Desi grinned before turning and bolting toward my bedroom door and we chased after her. Vaughn got her first as I slammed the door shut behind us and locked it. He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her on the bed, climbing over her and pinning her down with his weight. I went for the closet, grabbing my favorite black, silk rope, the very type of rope that inspired the name for Black Ties.
When I came back out, he was tearing her clothes off, clawing at the fabric.
“Let’s see what you’re hiding, doll,” he growled.
“Get her naked,” I encouraged.
Desi managed to drag her feet beneath her, moving into a sitting position and sliding backward against the headboard.
“I said no, get away from me.”
She held her hands out in front of her, ready to push us away. Vaughn closed in again, reaching for the button on her jeans. Before she could stop him, he had them undone and was peeling them off her hips. Her whole body jerked down the bed as he pulled the tight fabric forcefully from her body. Her underwear slipped down unevenly over her hips but didn’t come all the way off.
He had already torn her shirt down the middle and finished the job with a loud rip, exposing her white, cotton bra beneath. She was down to her underwear then, lying on my bed.
Vaughn grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed before sliding the fabric down, letting her flesh pop out above the underwire. Her soft, pink nipples stiffened as they were exposed. He bent, latching his lips around the left and sucking hard for just a few seconds before lifting his head and slapping the right hard on the side.
“Fuck,” her back arched off the bed, “No, get off me, you creep!”
She shoved at his chest, but he pushed back, forcing her shoulders deeper into the mattress. He kissed her then, full of passion and pain and desperate need. For a moment, she kissed back, but then he pulled away with a snap, groaning as he touched his fingers to his lips.
She had bitten him.
“Fuck you,” she crooned, trying so hard to pretend she didn’t want this, though the curl of her mouth told a different story.
Vaughn grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her hands behind her and pinning them against her back, crossed at the wrists.
“Tie her up,” he told me, “Tight.”
I climbed onto the bed beside them and used the rope to tie her wrists together. I made sure they were secure, made sure there was no way she could wiggle out of them, though kept them just loose enough to cut free in a hurry if needed, just like I always did.
She squirmed and kicked while we held her down, the sounds of struggle filling the room. It wasn’t a sound I was used to. I was used to submission freely given. I played this game a few times before and of course, I fucking enjoyed it. The sounds of fighting and struggling, the strangled moans and grunts, they were intoxicatingly out of the ordinary and I was being drawn deeper into the excitement of the scene.
I moved off the bed, standing beside it as I unlatched my belt buckle and opened my fly.
“Get her over here, I wanna fuck her face.”
Vaughn didn’t even hesitate.
Somehow we’d found a connection in our mutual lust for Desi. We’d found a common rhythm that seemed to work for us, alpha male to alpha male. Lifting her up onto her knees, he shoved her toward me as I freed my cock from my boxer briefs.
“No, no, no,” she yelled, “I won’t let you! I’ll bite you!”
Vaughn pulled her upright with a jerk of her ponytail, “Bite him and you’ll fucking regret it. You hear me?”
“Fuck you,” she snapped.
“I will wrap his belt around your neck and choke you with it, do you understand?”
She smirked, “Oh, do you promise?”
We all paused at that, at the heat she caused, the sudden fury of need her bratty tone elicited from me and Vaughn both.
This dominance was what I needed.
I stepped forward, holding my hard cock out for her, “Just open your goddamn mouth, princess, and suck my cock like you fucking need it.”
She panted, licking her lips, “I don’t fucking need it.”
Vaughn bit down on her shoulder, “We don’t give a shit what you need, doll. You’re hear for our amusement. So quit fighting and take it like a good girl.”
She was on her knees, but he bent her at the waist, folding her forward and holding her perpendicular to the bed by her hair and her wrists. He angled her head to align with my erection and I pushed forward, pressing my tip to her lips. She pursed her mouth, keeping it shut tight and shaking her head.
“Open your damn mouth,” I said.
She shook her head.
I slapped her across the cheek. She screeched and I took advantage of her open mouth, slipping myself inside unceremoniously. She gagged with my length, coughing around my cock.
“That’s it, princess, take it,” I groaned.
I pressed inside farther than I should have before sliding halfway out. I fucked slow and deep, causing her eyes to water and saliva to pool at the corners of her lips. She breathed heavy through her nose, her chest rapidly rising and falling as I stroked myself along her tongue.
“Fuck, she’s good,” I told Vaughn, “Fucking hot.”
“Yeah, she is,” he agreed, “Wonder if she’s wet for us.”
“Of course she is. Look at how this slut takes my cock. She wants it.”
Vaughn pulled her back without warning, then tossed her onto her stomach on the bed.
“Let’s make her wait for it. Besides I wanna hurt this little bitch first for leading us on and then trying to leave.”
He climbed off the bed and stepped back. I knew what he was doing. He wanted to see what she would do. I was curious, too.
That little fighter rolled right onto her side and contorted her flexible, yoga-ready body, slipping her ass and legs through her bound wrists to get her arms in front of her. She scooted to the edge of the bed, then stood, arms now bound in front of her rather than behind. She gave a determined grin.
“I’m not that easy, boys,” she said.
“Oh, yes you are. What do you think is gonna happen? We’re just gonna let you walk past and leave?”
Their chemistry sizzled and scorched. I felt proud of their boundary-pushing sex games, in some odd sense knowing I had given them each that empowerment, individually and as a couple. The spark between them was undeniable, fierce. I may have been fortunate to have them choose me to get down and dirty with, but at the end of the game, at the end of the day, they had each other.
We all knew they were going to sleep in each other’s arms when this was all over.
It was Desi and Vaughn.
Blue and V.
And if she’ll let me, I can have that with Ris.
Christine and Jasper.
Angel and Law.
Switch and Dom.
Shit.
I had gotten too caught up in this game, in my never-ending lust for Desi, and I had lost focus of the woman who really mattered, the woman I wanted to fall asleep with each night, the woman I wanted to love me, the woman I wanted to love.
I needed separation from this sexy game.
I needed clarity. I needed to regroup and refocus and concentrate on the woman I needed to make my everyday priority if I was lucky enough to have her choose me after all this shit
I can’t keep fucking this up with Ris.
I tucked away my erection, uncomfortably tight as I buttoned my pants, “I need to take care of some things. Vaughn, why don’t you treat the whore to a good whipping before you fuck her in the ass.”
Desi stepped back, “In the…hey, go easy on me there…”
Vaughn chuckled devilishly, lunging after her, “No goddamn chance, doll.”
Vaughn gave me a quick nod, as if he understood I was done playing for the evening, before swooping her up into his arms and kissing her violently.
I shut my bedroom door behind me as I stepped out, fumbling to buckle my belt again.
My hands stilled before it latched.
I looked up and there she was. Christine. Standing right in front of me, looking at me with confusion and pain written all over her face.
I held the pen that wrote that expression.
Chapter 26
Law
I waited, held my breath for Ris to speak. My natural instinct would have been to speak first, to explain, to take control of the conversation that now seemed destined for disaster. But because it was instinct, I forced the urge down, knowing I’d been making terrible choices with Ris for a long time and my stupid instincts couldn’t be trusted in this delicate moment.
I watched as her emotions switched off. The pain and confusion that had been there wiped away in a single second as cold, hard, stoicism took hold of her.
“I suppose I should give this back to you now,” she gave me full, unnerving eye contact as she held out a key for me to take.
The key to my apartment.
“Ris, I’m sorry. I got carried away with Desi and Vaughn and I –”
She held up a hand and cut me off, “Really, Jasper, I don’t need to hear it. It doesn’t matter. What you do in your own home is none of my business as there’s nothing going on between you and me.”
Stone cold.
Frozen.
She went on, “I just came by to tell you that I have to leave the city for a while. I wanted to say goodbye to the three of you.”
My chest tightened, “What are you talking about?”