by Wane, BJ
Troy, she assumed, pinched her right cheek, the sharp sting earning him a glare as she flipped her head around and up. “What was that for?”
“For daring to give orders. Subs don’t call the shots.” He rubbed the offending spot then ruined the soothing caress with another swat.
“I’m not a sub,” she grumbled in instant denial.
“Your sign-up sheet says you are, at least for a full eight hours spent with us,” Trevor interjected.
He followed that reminder of her subterfuge with the insertion of two fingers into her pussy, derailing her objection. How the heck was she supposed to think straight with their hands all over her? Shaking her head in bemused stupor and escalating lust, she slammed her eyes shut and bit her lip to remain as docile as possible. Even if it killed her. At this moment, she wanted a climax more than she needed to exert her independence.
“I thought you might see it our way,” Trevor purred.
“Oh, bite me.” So much for remaining docile. There were times Trevor’s humor at her expense grated on her, with Troy’s silence doing the same.
“Well, if you insist.” Troy raised the knee under her hips, lifting her buttocks before their mouths descended on the quivering globes.
Dual nips on her already pulsating flesh drew a resonating cry from Paige’s throat and a wave of intense pleasure to add to the arousal stirred up by the continued movement of their fingers drifting over her anus and deeper inside her pussy. The bastards didn’t stop with one bite, but traveled across her buttocks delivering several sharp teeth pricks on top of her well-spanked skin. Wiggling against their tormenting mouths did no good as they never let up on tormenting her in a way she’d never believed she’d allow, proving what a sexually manipulative force the two of them could be.
Finally, desperate need overrode all other emotions and insecurities, and left her no choice but to plead with them. “Please, enough already.” She shifted and whispered with a cringe, “Please.”
“Damn, a heartfelt, breathless plea does it for me every time.” Troy pushed his thumb against her anus, just enough to prod the opening and send another crashing deluge of sensation throughout her entire pelvis.
“Go ahead, Paige. Come for us.” Trevor pulled back from the grasping clutches of her pussy only to fill her with three fingers and an irresistible glide over her aching clit.
Paige trembled under the onslaught, splintering apart as the pressure against her clit mirrored that against her puckered hole and set off a skyrocket of explosive pleasure. Ecstasy racked her body, her sheath spasming against his pummeling finger strokes while their mouths continued to roam over her clenching buttocks. She didn’t know how they managed, and didn’t care, instead choosing to enjoy the sweep of sensations giving her the best orgasm she’d ever experienced.
She kept trembling as Troy sat her up and wrapped his arm around her waist. Looking up, she blinked at the shadowed concern in his eyes as he held her close. It wasn’t the humiliation and pain they’d just subjected her to that kept her sitting docile and vibrating on his lap, but her astonishing response to both men. Until Jim had shown his true colors with his fist, Penny had been the most content person—with both her personal and professional choices in life—Paige had ever known. Yet, for years, Paige had lamented over her sister’s sexual preferences, not understanding the draw. Now, she possessed an inkling of what she’d been missing all this time, which required some serious thinking.
* * *
With a reluctance he couldn’t recall feeling before, Troy allowed Paige to slip off his lap when she shrugged his arm off. Standing her between his knees, he kept his hands on her hips to steady her when she wobbled, ensuring she could handle the aftereffects of her first taste of kink. Despite the protests and back talk, she’d come apart under the painful stimulation they’d both wrought. Unlike Trevor, he’d held on to his misgivings about her, and never believed she would submit to any man, under any circumstances. She challenged him, and normally he didn’t care for that when it came to sex. His job often left him drained, and more times than not, frustrated with a legal system that treated criminals better than victims. When he needed to unwind and set it all aside, he wanted a biddable woman who enjoyed what he liked to dish out.
Paige’s slender frame vibrated under his hands, her silver eyes unwavering as she gazed down at him with a perplexed frown tightening her brow. She appeared as confused by her responses as he’d been surprised by them. Maybe they both had some rethinking to do before this went any further. His face was eye level with her heaving chest and turgid nipples. The rigid projection of the pretty pink buds proved how affected she’d been by her first spanking and taste of their domination, and were an irresistible temptation for his mouth.
Leaning forward, he drew on one nipple and then pulled back with a strong suction and tongue rasp over the tip before taking his time to nibble on the tender bud. Troy noticed Trevor standing behind her, his hands doing something to her ass he envied. The girl had a nice, soft but firm backside. It had been his pleasure to punish and turn it a beautiful shade of crimson.
Her eyes glazed and she tried to shift her pelvis, but he tightened his grip, keeping her still. Her enticing, bare labia shone with her still oozing cream, another sign they could get her off again with little effort. Too bad for her he was more in the mood to get her dander up once more. “You know,” he stated around her nipple when she pushed her breast closer to his mouth, “you should be on your knees, thanking us.”
“What?” Just as he’d thought, her face flushed and her eyes snapped with annoyance. “Why should I do that? Do you have any idea how much my butt hurts?”
Troy caught Trevor’s attention, waited for him to slide his hands up to her shoulders then, in sync, they urged her down. “Unless you’re ready for round two, kneel.”
“Oh, for…” With a disgruntled huff, Paige went to her knees, and Troy damn near came in his pants like an adolescent teen. The t-shirt had fallen back down, outlining every nub of her areolae against the soft fabric that skimmed right above the enticing swath of pubic hair arrowed above her bare pussy lips. With her jeans still bunched around her thighs, her fiery hair in disarray around her face, and her eyes showing her displeasure clear as a bell, she presented a hell of a picture.
“As I was saying, you should be grateful because normally we don’t follow a punishment with pleasure. We were nice because you’re new to this. Next time, I wouldn’t count on us being so accommodating if I were you. I don’t always side with my brother in these matters.”
She looked from him up to Trevor, her frown turning perplexed. “You… do you two do this often?”
Cocking his head, Trevor asked, “What, share a woman? Yes.”
“Huh.”
Troy could tell she hadn’t considered that answer before, but her expression didn’t reveal how she felt about their penchant for sharing.
“Well, if you think I’ll thank you for whipping my butt, think again, doodle heads.” She crossed her arms in a belligerent gesture of defiance.
Troy grasped both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and then slowly squeezed, watching her eyes widen in alarm before she ceded the battle to him.
“Okay, okay, Sheesh. Thank you. Satisfied?”
Trevor reached down to help her stand. With a hand on her red ass, he held her next to him as he replied, “Not even close, sugar, but good enough for tonight.”
Troy thought his brother’s statement summed it up for both of them quite well. Stepping behind her, he pulled up her pants and reached around to zip and snap them closed before latching on to one hand while Troy picked up the other. “We’ll walk you out and be in touch about when we can all get together for the seven and a half hours left of your agreement.”
* * *
Paige winced as she stepped onto the stool to reach the high shelf along the fireplace wall. Every move she made this morning emphasized the lingering soreness encompassing her lower body. She’d spent
most of last night tossing and turning, groaning when even the cool sheets brushing across her buttocks revealed the tenderness her first spanking left behind. If that hadn’t been bad enough, each spark of warmth and discomfort zeroed straight down to fill her core with pulsing lust. Her response to Troy and Trevor’s manhandling still boggled her mind as much as when she’d realized they were the ones who’d called out the winning bid for her.
She hopped down from the stool, clenching her buttocks on the landing. A twinge of tenderness made itself known and drew her groused muttering. “Addlepated titweenies.” She almost smiled when she pictured their faces whenever she let loose with one of her inane lines. The nonsensical words had started popping out of her mouth at a young age, and the habit had grown and extended into her adulthood.
Stretching her tired, achy body, she scanned the great room of the two-story home she’d finished cleaning, ensuring she left nothing unfinished. The Morgans were among her first clients, and owned one of the most profitable, and tiring, homes on her list to clean. Thank goodness she could call it a day now.
As Paige gathered her supplies, she tried not to wonder what else Troy and Trevor had in store for her, or when they would demand she pay her debt. It may have taken a year, and risking their wrath by trying to interfere in their investigation, but she’d finally gained the hot brothers’ attention. Sometime between the humiliation of bending over Troy’s lap bare-assed and exploding in a body-encompassing orgasm, she’d thought about milking this turn of events for every drop she could get. Since they’d shown little personal interest in her before, their demand she abide by the auction rules or pay up had taken her by surprise, but she wasn’t one to question the giving of an unexpected gift too long or too hard.
They thought they were teaching her a lesson and ensuring she pulled no more stunts like last night by enforcing the terms of that contract. She knew their sudden interest in her was to ensure she kept out of the investigation, reinforced by showing her what she’d been setting herself up for by coming to the club under false pretenses. But after experiencing what those two could do to a woman’s body, she decided to jump on board with whatever reason would allot her more time with them, and with any games they wanted to play. Maybe after eight hours of indulging in decadent sexual practices with the two, she could rid herself of this unreciprocated infatuation.
Now, if she could just handle the whole ‘submit to me’ thing, she’d be able to relax and get more out of the short time she would have them to herself. Kneeling between them had gone against her nature, and she’d found that part of the scene last night unacceptable. Then she recalled Troy’s tight pinch of her nipples, and his intent, probing gaze. A shiver rippled down her spine and her pussy clutched remembering that sharp pain, and the quick uptick of arousal it had generated.
She needed to talk to Penny, but she couldn’t say she was looking forward to seeing her smirk at Paige’s dilemma. Paige locked the Morgans’ door behind her then opened her purse to drop the key in. The folded paper she’d found on her windshield yesterday morning reminded her of the threat she likely didn’t have to worry about now. It still troubled her he knew their address, but since Damien was sure to ban her from Sanctuary, it looked like the bastard would win this round. She would continue to be diligent about watching out for herself, but wait until Penny came home and recovered more before revealing how close she’d come to her assailant. No sense in upsetting Penny, or ruining the few hours she would have with Troy and Trevor by showing it to anyone now.
After returning home to shower and change, Paige drove to the hospital and found her sister in physical therapy. Dressed in loose gym shorts and a plain t-shirt, Penny ambled up and down a set of parallel bars, her gait slow and uneven, but much improved from the last time Paige had seen her up.
“Looking good, sis.” She smiled as the therapist pulled a wheelchair up to the end and Penny eased down with a sigh. “No pain, no gain, isn’t that how the saying goes?”
Penny gave her a scathing look. “Just wait until I’ve recovered my full strength.”
“I live for the day, and the challenge.” Paige looked at the therapist. “I’ll take her back upstairs, if that’s all right?”
“Sure. Good workout, Penny. We’ll get in one more tomorrow morning before you’re discharged and then we can set up an outpatient schedule.”
“Tomorrow?” Paige asked as she wheeled her sister toward the elevator. “For sure?”
“That’s what Dr. Matthews told me this morning after another scan. I swear, I could line a room with the number of scans this place has of my head.” Penny reach up and grazed the bandage still covering half her forehead. “It’s a miracle I have any brain cells left functioning.”
“Yes, it is, so let’s not push it. Are you sure you’re ready to come home?” Backing her into the elevator, Paige reached around and pressed the button for Penny’s floor then stood at her side, watching her closely.
“If I don’t get out of here, I’ll go bonkers, Paige. I’m mobile now, enough I can take care of myself. I’ll have meds for the lingering headaches and you to make sure I do my exercises but don’t overdo it.”
“Damn right.” The door pinged open and Penny wheeled herself across the hall into her room with an airy wave toward the nurse’s desk, Paige following behind. When she went to assist Penny into the bed, her twin shook her off. “I’m not an invalid. I’ve got this.” She sat on the side, appearing content to sit up for a while longer. “Tell me what you did on your day off, besides come up here to see me.”
Leave it to Penny to hand her a tidy opening for what she wanted to discuss but didn’t want to. Settling into the chair facing her, Paige stated, “You likely won’t believe me.”
“But, you’ll tell her anyway, won’t you?”
Both women whipped their heads toward the door and that intruding, steel-edged voice. Damien leaned against the wall in a negligent, deceiving pose, his face taut, his eyes sharp and assessing when they scanned Penny from head to toe.
Paige found her voice first and scowled. “You keep turning up like a bad penny.”
“You keep insinuating yourself in my club under false pretenses,” he shot back.
Penny gasped, her eyes wide with shock and anger when she swiveled her gaze back to Paige. “You, what? Paige, tell me you didn’t.”
“She can’t, not without lying.” Damien sauntered in and stood at the foot of the bed, crossing his thick arms. “You don’t plan on lying to your sister, do you, Paige?”
Irritation slithered under her skin as guilt pricked Paige’s conscience. She never kept secrets from her sister, but given Penny’s condition, she’d refused to burden her with her plans. That, and she hadn’t wanted Penny to talk her out of them. “My conversation with my sister is none of your business, or your concern.” Paige ignored Penny’s gasp and refused to look away from Damien’s icy glare.
“Penny, sweetheart, tell Paige what happens when she exhibits such disrespect to a Dom. Oh, wait.” He snapped his fingers and a wicked grin ticked up one side of his mouth. “That’s right. Last night, you learned firsthand the consequences of going against me, and other Doms, didn’t you?”
“What’s he talking about, Paige?”
Paige disliked the flush that spread over Penny’s cheeks and the way her eyes rounded when the jerk called her sweetheart. How could her sister fall for a man so similar to the one who had turned abusive all those months ago? Seeing no way around it, she came clean with her.
“I was trying to help. I thought if I could get your assailant to focus on me, I could draw him out into the open again.”
Penny’s eyes snapped with anger. “At a huge risk to yourself? What were you thinking?”
Paige pushed to her feet and fisted her hands on her hips. “I was thinking I’d do anything, risk anything to nail the bastard who hurt you. Are you telling me you wouldn’t move heaven and earth to avenge me if the situation were reversed?”
Penny
hesitated, and Paige could easily read her answer on her face. Seeing the way Damien frowned, she assumed he also caught the guilt now reflected in her eyes.
“You know I would, but Paige, you… you’re not submissive!” Penny’s exclamation revealed her astonishment at the lengths Paige had gone through to avenge her.
Damien snorted. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen her response to her punishment last night. Your sister went off like a firecracker, draped over one of her buyers’ lap while they both played with her.”
With a giggle, Penny quipped, “Oh, to be a fly on the wall. I can’t picture you in such a scene, and with two men no less!”
Another voice intruded with, “It was a hell of a scene.”
With a low, muttered curse, Paige looked toward the door and Trevor’s slow drawl to see both Carlsons striding in. The small room shrank even more with their overpowering presence. Her heart, that traitorous organ, went pitter patter, and her vagina, the faithless bitch, went all damp and happy at seeing them. It seemed she couldn’t win. Somehow, that didn’t faze her with annoyance as it should have.
“Oh, my God—them?”
Paige grinned at Penny’s astonishment. It was only fair her sister get blindsided as well. “Yes, them.”
“Make your questions quick,” Damien told Troy and Trevor before dropping another bombshell on Paige. “I need to talk with Penny about coming home with me tomorrow when she’s discharged.”
“What?” Penny gasped at the same time Paige cried, “No way!”
Damien met their objections with a determined glint in his eyes. “Penny, we’ll discuss this in private. Paige, you don’t get a say so, this is between me and your sister. If you argue,” he added, playing a trump card, “you’ll upset your sister.”