Claimed

by M. Never

  Jett lifts London’s face so she’s looking directly into his incandescent eyes.

  “You’re a bad girl,” he admonishes her, “and I love it. Now stand up and take your clothes off.”

  “Yes, Jett,” she hums, and for some reason I shiver with excitement.

  London rises to her feet and slowly starts peeling off her navy tube dress that’s clinging to her body. I can only see her back from my angle, but Kayne and Jett seem quite invested in her little strip show. Once she’s left standing in just a black thong and high heels, Kayne looks over at me and smiles like the demon he is.

  “Good robin. Now take Ellie’s off,” Jett instructs her.

  “Hold it.” Kayne suddenly stops her in her tracks, and all three of us pause to look at him. I’m suddenly nervous. God only knows what’s going to flow out of his mouth. With all the apparatuses in the room, I could end up being fucked upside down while hanging from the ceiling. “Ground rules.” He glares at Jett. “London can touch Ellie all she wants, but you keep your hands off my fiancée.”

  Jett grimaces, “You’re such a party pooper.”

  “Tough shit, I don’t share.”

  “I’m calling sexism. You’re discriminating against me just because I have a cock.”

  “Exactly, and it’s not getting anywhere near her. Call it whatever you want. Accuse me of being prejudice, of being a chauvinist, whatever. You still can’t touch her or I’ll break your hands.”

  Jett bristles. “I’ll still be able to use my cock.” He sticks his tongue out at Kayne.

  “I could always break that, too,” Kayne informs him menacingly.

  I know I probably shouldn’t, but I laugh.

  “Do you find my jealous, overbearing side funny, Ellie?” Kayne asks, without looking at me.

  “No. Kayne.” I clear my throat and find my composure. That’s his ‘do not fuck with me’ tone. London and I may have started it, but it’s clear Kayne and Jett are going to finish it.

  “Good. Now, London, go undress my kitten.”

  “Slow your roll,” Jett interjects. “I’m giving the orders. You’ve already driven one of these.”

  Kayne rolls his eyes. “Fine. Be my guest.”

  “London, go undress Kayne’s kitten,” he instructs with mirth.

  These two.

  London turns to me, displaying her mostly naked body. I almost forgot how perfect she is—tall, toned, and curvaceous. I felt a little inadequate then with my petite frame and small breasts, and I still feel inadequate now. But it’s a little too late for insecurities because London drops to the floor and crawls across the room to me. I feel, rather than hear, the collective intake of breath as she approaches me swathed in seductiveness, servile and obedient. I nearly come on the spot. I now understand the appeal, the feeling of power and domination, as one person freely hands themselves over to another. I also understand that in this position I would never want to hurt or take advantage of that person’s trust or safekeeping. It makes me see the relationship I have with Kayne from a completely different angle.

  Once London reaches me, she rises to her knees. I gaze down at her and run my hands earnestly through her thick red hair, hoping she understands my subtle gesture of respect. I find it amazing that I can be just as sexually attracted to a woman as I can to a man.

  London kisses my navel as she unbuttons my shorts, taking her time with her mouth as she lowers the zipper. She pulls the white material down my thighs and follows the path with her tongue until she realizes I’m not wearing any underwear. She moans softly, eagerly, but stops kissing me as she slides my pants the rest of the way off. She pushes up my shirt but can’t reach past my breasts, so I end up yanking the top over my head for her. I’m not wearing a bra, either, because of the tunic’s open back. As soon as my nipples hit the air, they harden, sending a ripple of excitement straight through to my core.

  With her cheek pressed against my abdomen, London and I look over at Jett and Kayne now that we’re just as they want us. Both men appear composed, but if you look hard, you can see the quick compressions of their chests and the tightening of their forearms. Not to mention the carnivorous lust in their light eyes.

  “Do you want to touch Ellie, London?” Jett asks.

  “Yes, Jett,” she hums.

  “Where?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “With what?”

  “My tongue.”

  “You’ve wanted to do that for a long time, huh?”

  “Yes.” She glances up at me.

  “Ellie, do you want her to lick you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “So go ahead, bird. Show Ellie how much you want to taste her.”

  London wets her lips before she presses her mouth to my pussy and tongues my clit.

  “Oh.” The pleasure is immediate as she applies pressure and explores my slit, stroking and sucking rhythmically until my legs start to shake.

  “She feel good, Ellie?” Kayne asks.

  “Yes,” I strain, trying to absorb the dizzying sensation of London lapping me up.

  “She making you want to come?”

  “Yes.” My voice is engulfed by a panting whisper. My body feels so heavy, and I want so much more of London’s mouth, so without even thinking I sit on the edge of the bed, lean back and spread my legs wider.

  Both men groan as London buries her head between my thighs, sinking her tongue deeply into my entrance. I gasp loudly, grabbing her head as she nearly eats me alive. Just as I begin to undulate against her mouth, Jett snaps, “Enough.” Within half a second London pulls away, leaving me a winded mess on the bed. “No one is coming yet.”

  I grumble silently, my body feels like it’s being put through a wringer.

  “Come. Both of you,” he commands.

  London crawls over to Jett and I follow suit to Kayne. Sitting on our knees, we wait for one of them to instruct us.

  “You like my little bird eating you up, Ellie?” Jett asks as he pets her reverently. I glance up at Kayne before I answer. It feels like his stare is going to drill a hole right through my chest.

  “Yes,” I tell him truthfully.

  “She is one of a kind.” He tilts London’s face up with one finger. It’s clear how much he adores her. I’ve seen many expressions on Jett’s face, but it’s the first time I’ve seen this one. It’s a mix of what looks like admiration, loyalty, and possibly a hint of fear, as if he’s terrified of losing her.

  “Will you make her feel good, Ellie? I know how much she wants you to make her come,” he says.

  I nod, stumbling into the intensity of Jett’s aqua eyes once he turns his head to look at me. I have no idea how London and Jett came to be, but something tells me it wasn’t just some casual thing. I recognize that gaze, that desperate love, because Kayne looks at me exactly the same way.

  “Go sit on the bed,” Kayne finally speaks. I restrain myself from running my hands over his thighs and climbing into his lap. As much as I want London to touch me, I want Kayne to touch me, too. “Go.” He tickles the heart dangling from my throat, one of his new symbols of ownership over me.

  I sit on the end of the bed like directed.

  “Stand in front of her, London,” Jett orders as both he and Kayne get up and walk to each side of the four-poster bed. London positions herself between my legs. “Take her panties off,” he says from behind me. I move to slide the dainty lace thong off London’s hips and down her long legs. Once removed, I sit back further on the mattress. That’s when I feel it dip behind me and Kayne swiftly fasten a blindfold over eyes. I inhale harshly from surprise.

  “Relax, Ellie. Trust me.” He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear.

  “You’ve never blindfolded me before.” I touch the lace-like material.

  “First time for everything,” I hear Jett comment.

  “It won’t be the last time. There are so many things I’m going to do to you, Ellie.” It’s
a promise. “Now lay back.” He pushes me down. “Enough playing around. London, sit on her face.”

  I nearly combust with need as I feel London crawl up my body and straddle my head, the fragrance of her arousal potent and heady.

  “Lick her, Ellie. Slowly. London, don’t come,” Kayne instructs.

  I flatten my tongue against London’s pussy, eager to please. The sound that escapes from her is pure delight. Although I can’t see, my sense of smell, hearing, taste, and touch amplifies, making me hyper-aware of everything around me.

  As I lick between London’s folds leisurely, I feel someone grab one of my ankles. I flinch, but the hand grips me tighter.

  “Easy.” Kayne placates me like he’s talking to a spooked horse. I relax momentarily until I feel him strap a restraint around my ankle.

  “Don’t stop, Ellie,” Jett encourages me as the mattress dips above my head. I try to breathe steadily, concentrating on London, as Kayne fastens my other ankle.

  “Does she feel good?” I hear Jett ask London between kisses, the bed teetering slightly from their entwining bodies.

  “Yes,” she whimpers. “Oh God, yes.”

  I reflexively stab my tongue into her entrance when Kayne tickles the inside of my thighs.

  “Ellie!” she gasps, grabbing my hair.

  I pull my tongue back and take a breath, giving us both a second’s reprieve. I squirm in the restraints, my knees slightly bent and my legs spread wide open.

  Then I hear the distinct sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes.

  A moment later, I feel a light touch trace my lips. Jett? Then a finger is slipped into my mouth. “I want you to make my little bird come.” He pumps his finger in and out, coercing me to suck. It’s the most erotic gesture Jett and I have ever shared. I hold onto the moment as long as I can, picturing his face as I swallow his finger, wishing secretly that for just one second Kayne would share.

  Jett grunts as he withdraws his hand, leaving me wanton.

  “Put your mouth on me,” I hear him say, and London leans forward, situating her clit at an even more accessible angle to my face. “I want to feel everything she makes you feel.” There’s more shifting over my head, and then a loud moan from Jett. Just listening to him is arousing as hell. “Make her come, Ellie.”

  The room almost feels like a pressure cooker of elicit desire as I begin to lick London, sliding my tongue in and out of her slick folds and circling it around her clit. I’m completely lost in her soft feel and the carnal sounds of Jett’s panting breaths when Kayne brushes something up the inside of my leg. His fingers? His nose, maybe his lips, I’m not sure. But the added sensation makes me jerk on my restraints and apply more pressure to London’s pussy. When Kayne sinks his tongue deep inside me, I spasm, spurring a chain reaction—me to lick faster, London to suck harder, Jett to moan louder.

  “Shit! London!” Jett hisses as she lets out a jagged, muffled cry, suddenly coming uncontrollably. I writhe beneath her, yanking at the leg restraints as she floods my mouth, while Kayne at the same time dangles me right over a razor-sharp edge. I fruitlessly kick and squirm as my own orgasm converges in the dead center of my thighs.

  “Fuck. I’m coming,” Jett groans while the sweet taste of London’s arousal stains my lips, the bed dipping rapidly over my head, as he fucks her mouth.

  “Please, please, please!” I hear myself beg as London is suddenly pulled off me and replaced by the brute force of Kayne on top of me. I recognize the fresh smell of his cologne and feel of his skin as he breathes wildly in my ear, slams into me savagely, pulls my hair, and sinks his teeth into my neck like a blood-starved vampire.

  There’s no time for even a sound as I follow Kayne into the light. My clit aches and my pussy throbs as my orgasm tears me apart, limb from quivering limb.

  The last thing I remember is hearing Kayne’s jagged lungful of air, seeing shadows move on the ceiling, and then darkness sucking me under.

  I WAKE UP IN A tangle of bodies.

  “Ellie,” Kayne whispers, nudging me with his nose.

  “Hmm?” I respond lazily, realizing I’m sandwiched between him and London.

  “Come on, baby. Let’s go,” he speaks softly.

  “Go where?” I open one eye.

  Early dawn is just peeking over the horizon. It’s still mostly dark, but a crack of light is allowing me to see.

  Kayne slides out of bed first and shrugs on his pants. I reluctantly follow, as he moves me away from London and drags me up into a sitting position. I then follow suit by sleepily searching for my shorts and top as London and Jett lay soundlessly in bed. Her hair is a mess of red against the white sheets, his hand over her stomach almost protectively.

  “Oh.” I put my hand on my head once I stand up straight. “I think I’m hung over.”

  Kayne laughs quietly. “That’s what happens when you drink three bottles of Prosecco yourself,” Kayne whispers.

  “We were celebrating.”

  “That we were,” he says happily, picking up my shoes.

  “Did you like your engagement present?” I ask, knowing I look like a hot mess.

  He nearly burns a hole straight through me with a blistering glaze. “What do you think?”

  “I think I need medical attention because someone tried to gnaw through my neck.” I touch the sore spot right above my necklace, where I’m sure I have a bruise.

  “It was a love bite.” He takes my hand and leads me out of the bedroom, through the living room, and into the warm morning air.

  “A love bite by a crazed man with a loaded erection.”

  “That’s what happens when you feed my addiction.” He puts his arm around me and draws me tightly into his side as we walk back to our bungalow.

  “I like to feed the beast,” I tell him lasciviously.

  “So I’ve noticed.” He kisses the top of my head firmly and cuddles me tightly. “Brat.”

  “It’s all your fault.” I giggle accusingly.

  We continue to walk while the sun comes up. It’s a showy display of golden rays over the aquamarine water and clouds colored different shades of orange and blue.

  “Ellie?” Kayne says tentatively. “I’ve sort of been thinking.”

  “Yeah, about what?” I reply dreamily, a mixture of exhaustion and happiness.

  “What if we did it?”

  “Did what?”

  “Got married while we’re here. Just the two of us.”

  I stop walking. “What?” I stare up at him, and he stares back. I open my mouth to say something then close it again.

  “You’re being serious?” I finally muster.

  He nods like he’s holding his breath.

  “Kayne,” I sigh.

  “That’s a no, I take it.” He sounds disappointed and starts walking again.

  “No, it’s not a no,” I scramble, grabbing his arm. “It’s an ‘I don’t know.’ I mean, it’s one thing to get engaged, but it’s a whole other thing to rush into an actual marriage.”

  “You think we’re rushing?”

  “You don’t?” I actually laugh.

  “No. I want to be with you, you want to be with me. I don’t see what’s so complicated.”

  “It’s not complicated, it’s just—”

  “Just what?” he asks anxiously.

  “We haven’t really talked about anything.”

  “What’s there to talk about?”

  “I don’t know? Kids,” I blurt out.

  “Kids?” he replies incredulously.

  “Yes, like, do you want them?”

  “I don’t know.” At least he’s being honest. “I never really thought about it. I never thought I would get married. Do you want them?”

  “Yes, I think. Eventually.”

  Kayne ponders this. “Okay, so we’ll have them. Eventually.”

  “Just like that?”

  “If it’s what you want, Ellie. If it will make you happy.”

  “Will it make you happy?” I counter
. “It’ll never work if it’s all give and no take.”

  He looks at me strangely. Like he’s seriously considering my words. “I think I take plenty.” He grins.

  I snort. “I don’t mean take like that.”

  “I know. I think kids would make me happy, especially if they’re half of you. I sort of like the idea of giving someone a childhood I never had.”

  I frown immediately. I never took into consideration Kayne’s past when I brought up the subject of kids.

  “Oh . . . I’m sorry . . . I wasn’t thinking,” I stumble over my sentences.

  “It’s fine.” He smiles. “You’ve got me looking forward to first words and bedtime stories.” Although those are two very happy thoughts, the sound of his voice tells me he thinks differently.

  “Did anyone ever read you bedtime stories?” I ask carefully.

  His expression turns grim. “Yes. Once. I was about nine. There was this older girl in one of my foster homes, she was about fifteen or sixteen. She would read Peter Pan to me and the two other boys who lived there. She read it mostly every night before our foster father would come home drunk and rape her.”

  I look at him horrified, and suddenly can’t help but wonder if all his childhood memories are laced with such atrocities.

  “Kayne—”

  “It’s all right, Ellie. It’s in the past.”

  My heart literally breaks for him.

  “Okay, let’s do it,” I announce hastily.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Let’s do it. We can get married under one condition.”

  “What’s that?” The corners of his mouth curve up.

  “We can have another wedding when we get home. One with our friends and family.”

  My parents and sister have to attend at least one ceremony. Even if it is a second one.

  Will they be upset when I tell them I ran off and got married to a man they never met? Probably, but not surprised. If anything they would expect it. I have always been somewhat impulsive.

  “That’s fair. And I kind of like that idea,” he agrees.

  “Okay, good.” I nestle up against him and stand on my tippy toes for a kiss.

  Kayne’s face feels warm and soft, despite the little bit of stubble growing on his cheeks.