by Wane, BJ
Ceding to their dominant wills, she broke apart in another climax as soon as Trevor whispered in her ear, “Come for us, sugar,” and pummeled her sheath with clit abrading thrusts.
Chapter 10
Paige fought off returning to earth as long as possible, instead choosing to relish the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her before facing the two men who had once again knocked her back on her heels with their sexual control. Her plan to string them along this afternoon with her own brand of sensual teasing had backfired when nerves kicked in after viewing the boat’s accoutrements and wondering what those two had in store for her. With a sigh, she returned to her senses and surroundings, slowly tuning in to the rough abrasion of Trevor’s jeans against her sore buttocks and the tingles from the scratchiness against her sensitive skin.
“This is in my way.” Trevor unzipped her skirt and pushed it down before helping her to stand and step out of it.
The afternoon sun warmed skin never kissed by its rays before; the outdoor exposure coupled with the brothers’ ever-watchful gazes evoked a gush of cream along with new tingles inside her still quivering pussy. Trevor picked her up, sending the vast panoramic view spinning in a dizzying circle around her as he strode toward the bow. “Where are you taking me?” she questioned, a touch of worry taking up residence in her abdomen over how nice his arms felt holding her and with Troy keeping step beside them. Being the object of two men’s focused attention would be a heady experience if she thought she meant more to them than a thorn in their sides during an investigation.
“Right here.” With a wicked grin, Trevor dropped her with a loud splash into the largest, deepest hot tub she’d ever seen.
Sputtering, Paige scrambled to right herself on the bench, conscious of the way the hot swirling water over her abused buttocks and nipples brought back to life the discomfort they’d heaped upon her. “Crap on a schnoodle!” she mumbled under her breath while squirming in the bubbling water to get comfortable.
“Lay your head back and be still,” Troy ordered from behind her as his hands landed on her shoulders and pressed her back.
She had no choice but to obey, but couldn’t fault him for his high-handedness when he sent her into euphoric bliss by kneading her shoulders and using his thumbs to rub up and down her neck. “Oh, oh God, that feels good.” Trevor, standing in front of her, reached in to treat her thighs to the same wonderful manipulations. Mimicking his brother, he dug his long fingers into her tense muscles and worked out the tightness with a mixture of deep presses and lighter rubs. “I’ll give you all day to stop,” she sighed.
Troy slid his hands down her chest to cover her breasts, scissoring his fingers over her nipples then closing and twisting. “You have ten minutes, and then we’ll get something to eat.”
Paige’s stomach took that moment to rumble, drawing Trevor’s chuckle and his hands up to the crease where thighs met hips. With his eyes leveled on hers, he executed a slow glide of his thumbs toward her parted labia and dipped inside her sheath with both thick digits. One brush over her clit, along with the small tugs on her nipples, had her primed and ready for more, and growing increasingly worried about their rising sexual hold on her.
“Not yet, sugar,” Trevor chided with a knowing grin when her hips jutted toward his hands without her permission. Damn feckless, unfaithful body.
“And here I always thought you were the nice one,” she said, pouting.
“I am. I’ll show you how nice after we eat.”
She let need override caution and pulled out all her wiles to entice them into giving her what she wanted: another climax. Reaching up, she trailed her fingers up and down Troy’s arms, and when he released her breasts to move back up to her shoulders, she followed. Arching her chest forward brought her breasts out of the water to bob in an enticing display of soft, wet creamy mounds topped with rigid, protruding nipples. Widening her legs, she thrust her hips up again, this time giving her body permission to taunt and beg.
“C’mon, boys, play nice,” she purred. A giggle threatened to escape when Troy cursed behind her.
“You’ve just earned a lesson in consequences. Come on, out you go now. There’s Zach with lunch.”
They hauled her out of the decadent tub and then each man snatched a towel hanging on the side before driving her crazy with brisk rubbing, taking their time over her breasts, butt and between her legs. She swayed into their hands as her body warmed and her blood heated. By the time they draped the towels back over the rack, her breasts ached, her buttocks were clenched and her pussy dripped, leaving Paige to question how simple lust could have combusted into a never-ending, aching need in such a short time.
Taking her hands, they headed toward the dining area in the center of the deck where Zach stood unloading hoagie sandwiches onto a table and Sandie sat, naked, pouring lemonade. Paige balked before they reached the other couple, sudden awkwardness over her nudity holding her back. At the club, the room had been shrouded in darkness and she couldn’t make out individual faces in the crowd gathered for the auction until the spotlight landed on Troy and Trevor in the front row, and then they had commanded her complete attention. Here, being exposed in the bright light of day in front of one other couple seemed to put more emphasis on both her and Sandie’s nakedness.
“Where are my clothes?” she asked, looking toward the lounge they had used earlier.
“Sandie probably has them folded somewhere. You can get them before we return to port, not before.” Troy’s tone brooked no argument as he and Trevor picked up the pace again.
Shoring up her resolve and nerve, she tossed her head, the damp ends of her short hair tickling her neck. “Well, I wouldn’t want Sandie to be the only one drawing attention since you three are still dressed.”
“Because we’re the boss,” Trevor quipped before pointing to the bench opposite Sandie’s seat. “Slide in there.”
“I saw you in the hot tub,” Sandie remarked with a lustful sigh. “That massage looked wonderful.”
“It was.” To Paige’s wonder, after Troy placed a sandwich in front of her and Trevor slid a glass of lemonade over, the men conversed between themselves, touching upon topics such as sports and recent events. She didn’t know whether to be glad they weren’t ogling either of the women, or miffed about it until Sandie winked with a quirk to her mouth.
“Go figure,” her new friend said, drawing Paige’s sheepish grin for being so transparent.
“Are you talking about Miles and Hope?” Zach asked his wife before he looked back at Troy and Trevor. “Did you hear those two eloped yesterday?”
Neither could hide their surprise before Troy returned on a dry note, “Leave it to Miles to find a woman willing to avoid a big gathering to celebrate their wedding. Jackson’s going to be pissed.”
“He’ll get over it,” Trevor stated with confidence. “That doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate. I say we plan something, maybe a surprise party. That’ll irk Miles and appease Jackson.” Trevor’s glee at the prospect was written all over his face.
Curiosity overrode unease at calling attention to herself as Paige asked, “Who are Miles and Hope? And Jackson?”
Troy looked down at her and ran a finger over one nipple, a casual caress that ignited a firestorm inside Paige. “Friends of ours. Miles is a former Martial Arts champion and owns a gym downtown, and Hope manages a homeless shelter a few blocks from it. Jackson runs an animal shelter and veterinary clinic outside of Miami.”
“If you can make another trip down Tuesday evening, Paige, you’re welcome to come to our girls’ night out. This week, we’re meeting at our place, and Hope will be there,” Sandie invited.
The unexpected invitation warmed Paige as much as Troy’s light touch and Zach’s blue gaze, but there was no sense in getting involved deeper with the brothers’ friends after today since this was a onetime get-together. Something their omission of an invitation to the planned surprise party reminded her of. Ignoring the pang clutchin
g her chest, she pasted on a regretful look and opted for an evasive reply.
“Thank you. I can try, but make no promises. My sister’s been laid up and should move back home this week. I need to be there for her.” That last remark was wishful thinking on her part, but worked well for an excuse.
With an abruptness that caught Paige off-guard, Troy clasped her right hand, avoiding the bruises, and hauled her up. “Since it looks like everyone’s done eating, it’s time for the consequences of teasing us in the hot tub and not addressing us as instructed.” His stern gaze switched to Zach. “Would you mind meting out ten swats?”
“What?” Paige’s eyes flew to Sandie’s husband as Zach rose from the table with a glint of mischief in his gaze and one raised brow. It had been one thing to flutter over his eyes on her. Bending over for a punishing reprimand by a stranger was another.
“Not as long as you and Trevor don’t mind taking Sandie to task for me,” Zach agreed.
“What did I do?” Sandie’s incredulous look toward Zach mirrored what Paige felt.
Zach shrugged. “Nothing. I simply enjoy seeing you bent over and your ass turning a lovely shade of crimson. Be careful, baby,” he warned in a silky tone Sandie heeded by clamping her mouth shut and averting her eyes.
Much to Paige’s astonishment, the moment Troy pushed her torso down on the table, leaving her hips pressed against the side, the edgy arousal that had been simmering since the hot tub bubbled into a full boil. When Sandie landed a few feet away from her, they traded rueful grins the guys wiped off their faces when they reached over them to take hold of their wrists. Troy and Trevor flanked Sandie, each shackling one arm and pinning it to the table while Zach stood to Paige’s right and went for her wrists before stopping short with an angry curse.
“What the fuck?”
Apparently, Zach could tell a tight grip had caused the bruises circling her wrist as easily as the brothers could. “Hey, don’t look at us. She’s the one not talking,” Trevor returned.
“You can tell me later why you’re allowing that.” With a firm grip below the bruises, Zach pinned her arms to the table and held nothing back from his first swat. Paige sucked in a breath at the painful burn, refusing to cry out or complain. Turning her over to another man for her ‘punishment’ negated the warm fuzzy Troy and Trevor’s overprotective concern had drummed up, but determination to ride it out without a word settled inside her, overriding embarrassment and unease. I’ll show them, she chanted over and over.
The rapid-fire, flesh-slapping resonated around them, punctuated by Paige and Sandie’s harsh breathing and low groans. Fire blazed across Paige’s buttocks and not once did Zach pause to rub the painful burn like she’d grown used to after just two spankings. She bit her lip, hating each smack even if her traitorous libido jumped on board with the pain induced pleasure winding its way through her body by the time he delivered the tenth stroke on the tender skin of one sit-spot.
“I think you were mistaken,” Zach told Troy and Trevor as they helped Paige and Sandie up. “Paige here is very well-behaved.”
The taunt hit its mark and Paige whirled on him, her body vibrating with annoyance. Before she could let loose with the irritation slithering like a snake under her skin, Trevor clamped a hand over her mouth.
His voice laced with humor, he told his friend, “She can be.” Reaching down with his free hand, he caressed her throbbing cheeks and Paige couldn’t keep from pressing against his soothing hand, a shudder quaking her body from the arousing rub. “Come along, sugar.”
* * *
Trevor ushered Paige down the spiral stairs, Troy right behind them. He couldn’t wait to bind her and torment that lean, supple body some more. He’d known right away, as had Troy, she was trying to throw them for a loop by suppressing her feisty nature and pulling out all her wiles. They’d nipped those efforts as soon as they’d left the marina and could strip her of her defenses. The way she had bounced back after regaining a clear head from her climax had drawn his admiration, and prompted the urge to act again. She appealed to him on so many levels, he didn’t know where to begin. After today, he suspected Troy wouldn’t be able to walk away from her either.
They both knew those bruises circling her wrist had resulted from a tight grip, and every time he saw them, his rare temper rushed to the surface, begging to be unleashed on the fucker who had dared to put them there. He knew what it had cost Troy to hold back when they were at her house, and he was glad his brother refrained from marring the day by pushing Paige for answers. She wouldn’t have backed down like the subs they were used to playing with.
Holding open the door to the playroom, Trevor paused a moment to enjoy a slow sweep of Paige’s naked body; the breasts that were a perfect soft handful, nipples red and puckered; a slim waist that flared to hips wide enough to cradle his body; the eye-catching thin line of hair arrowing to plump, glistening folds that tempted his mouth again.
“You going to stand there all day, or move?” Troy grumbled.
Trevor flashed him a grin and waved Paige inside. “Come on, sugar. Little brother is impatient.”
Troy snorted. “And you’re not?”
“Oh, I am.”
Trevor wondered if Paige knew her every thought showed on her expressive face. Those striking gray eyes darted around the playroom, skimming over equipment she’d likely seen at Sanctuary, such as the spanking benches and newly added St. Andrew Cross, and then widened with shock when she spotted the medieval fucking chair and hanging fucking swing. In a flash, interest and a sly cunning replaced the surprised jolt, and she tugged on his hand as she moved toward the chair.
“Tell me about this,” she insisted without an ounce of embarrassment when the three of them stood before the wood and leather high-backed chair. The cutout in the seat would leave a sub’s pussy and ass open and easily available for use, but she didn’t flinch from that embarrassment; instead running her hand over the arm as if testing the sturdy oak before flicking the leather restraints that would ensure the occupant couldn’t move until the Dom allowed.
Testing her bravado, Trevor grasped her hips and pressed her onto the seat and spread her legs with his. Grabbing her hands, he placed them on the arms, saying, “Once you’re bound, a Dom has effortless access to both your pussy and ass. Want to try it out?” When he removed his hands and stepped back, she popped up as fast as a jack-in-the-box and sidled away from them.
“I don’t think so.” Paige looked away from his knowing smirk and watched Zach steer Sandie over to the spanking bench, then looked away when he bent his wife over, keeping her in place with a leather strap over her hips. Her gaze scanned the room again, touching upon the plush, curved sofa along the back wall and the arched porthole windows letting in a stream of late afternoon sunlight before stopping on the center, floor to ceiling poles. Pointing, she asked, “Those. What do you do there?”
“I like showing instead of telling.” Troy led her over to the poles and Trevor followed with anticipation drumming a steady beat in his pulse. Years of indulging in the same kinks together left them both able to set up a scene with little verbal communication.
Paige remained silent until they positioned her between the poles, raised her arms above her head and tethered her wrists. “I’m not sure about this,” she admitted with a deep indrawn breath and reflexive jerk on the cuffs. Uncertainty crossed her face for the first time since entering the room.
She hid her initial panic well and then covered it with a bravado Trevor couldn’t help but admire. Cupping her face, he replied, “We are,” before brushing his lips over her mouth. With a yank on her hair, he squatted down next to Troy to secure her ankles, their faces level with the proof of her arousal glistening on her damp folds.
“My turn,” Troy murmured. Leaning in, he swiped his tongue up her seam with a hum of appreciation. Paige’s hips jerked, both men chuckling at the quick change to eager acceptance before Troy rose, pulling a blindfold from his back pocket. “Some things are
better experienced without looking.”
She shook her head in automatic denial. “I don’t—”
Trevor stopped her with a finger pressed over her mouth. “If you’re too afraid, or can’t handle it, say red. Otherwise, keep quiet.” The instant squaring of her shoulders and tight set to her lips proved the goading remark worked as he’d planned.
While Troy wrapped the black silk around Paige’s eyes, Trevor reached into the small bag he doubted she had noticed and pulled out two gloves. “Good guy or bad guy?” he asked Troy, holding up a supple leather glove with short, sharp spikes lining the palm and fingers and another mitt covered with soft bunny fur.
“Need you ask? I’ll take the vampire glove.”
Paige whipped her face toward their voices, a small tremor shaking her bound body. “Vampire glove? What… ow!”
“I told you to keep quiet.” Trevor ran a finger over the red slash his swat on her thigh left behind.
“And you failed to address us by our proper titles again.” Troy followed the reprimand with a matching smack on her opposite leg.
“How am I supposed to remember things like that when… holy addlepated titweenie!” Paige ended on a gasp when Troy scraped his gloved hand over her reddened skin.
Trevor brushed the area with his fur-covered hand, soothing the pinpricks even though he knew his brother had put no pressure behind the stroke. Ignoring her outburst, he followed Troy’s lead up to her arched neck and trailed his palm down, skimming her shoulders before inching toward the fleshy undersides of her breasts.
* * *
“What is that thing?” Paige quaked in the bonds, tuned out Sandie’s cry that followed a smack on bare skin, and concentrated on the myriad of sensations the two opposing objects drummed up. The light scraping pinpricks over her skin were more startling than uncomfortable, the soft brush of fur following in their wake drawing tiny, pleasurable pulses.