TogetherinCyn

by Jennifer Kacey

  The sub stepped right in front of me then moved past. He stopped at a couch behind us. Nick whipped me around and I stiffened. The Dom was in front of me, less than a foot away. Staring at me, as he’d done since I arrived. He looked into my eyes. What he saw, I have no idea, but he winked.

  He scrutinized me from head to toe then followed his sub.

  My tension seeped out and I relaxed against Nick.

  The pad of his thumb gently stroked the inside of my wrist above the cuff. That simple gesture hit me as if I’d been slapped. It wasn’t sexual. He wanted to comfort me. No one had ever done that before except Jared and Chris.

  The sound of ice falling into a glass made me take a deep breath and pull myself together. A small, built-in bar tucked into a recessed corner framed a gorgeous man. In profile, he lifted a square glass to his lips and sucked the clear liquid past the ice cubes, into his mouth. I knew Chris from the broadness of his shoulders and the cut of his hair before he fully turned.

  “Sir, your submissive got lost in the halls…again. I thought you’d want me to bring her here. In this condition, I didn’t think she’d be safe otherwise.” Nick guided me forward but tightened the leash, holding me in place when I tried to keep going.

  I hadn’t seen Chris in a suit after he’d left the military and oh, sweet Mary. The world had missed out in the years since. He was made to wear it. It screamed authority. The striking-blue color of his tie was startling against the cream of his shirt. He commanded the room—and my attention. I wanted to kneel and beg to please him.

  I’d been getting a reverse striptease all evening, starting with Jared dressed in pants only then adding the shirt, and now the full suit on Chris. Knowing what those clothes covered up made me shake with need. I left teeth marks in my bottom lip and had to concentrate to stay in place.

  “I wondered what happened to her. She’s been gone way too long.”

  “No problem, Sir.” Nick walked in front of me, unclipped the leash from my collar and hesitated. He went over to Chris and told him something too low for me to hear.

  Had I done something against the rules? Panic welled inside me, the urge to flee returning with a vengeance.

  I retreated a step but hesitated when a tall man came in from the entry on the left. My mouth went a little slack.

  Jared stood with one hand on the doorknob and the other in his pants pocket. He wore his clothing with ease. I didn’t know either of them as well as I’d thought. They were chameleons and could fit in anywhere they wanted.

  The blue of Jared’s eyes sank inside me, calming me while he joined Chris at the bar.

  “Cyn?” Chris called.

  “Yes Sir?” I asked softly.

  “You were caught kissing one of the other employees.” Chris spoke the words but it was Jared’s eyes that flared with menace at Nick.

  I caught a flicker of Nick’s smirk as he walked to the main door and stalked out.

  Hesitantly, I faced Jared and Chris, who now wore the same smirk.

  “Is it true? Did you kiss Jenna?”

  I raised my chin a notch. “Yes, Master J.”

  “Come here,” he commanded as he removed his hand from the bar.

  I stepped forward—no, I sauntered to them. They bracketed me once I was close enough and I got lost in their embrace.

  “Tsk, tsk,” Chris chided in my ear. “In front of all the people at the bar, you kissed her?”

  My lids closed and I tilted my head away as his breath whispered across my neck. “Well, she kissed me, Sir.” Mostly.

  “But you kissed her back, I hear, or was that not your tongue in her mouth for all to see?” Jared asked roughly.

  Focused on his hungry expression, I moved closer. “It was the least I could do to say thank you. For earlier…” I let a few beats pass before I continued. “I kissed her and I liked it.” I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip and he stiffened. “I liked being watched. Knowing other people could see me wanting her mouth on mine.” I nipped at his bottom lip and he finally captured my mouth and stroked his tongue inside. My inner harlot was fanning herself and the night hadn’t yet begun.

  “I’m glad you liked being watched,” Chris said from behind me once again. “You’ll also be on camera everywhere except our suite. We can call it off at any time.”

  His concern surprised me again. I was expecting him to start barking orders like when we worked at the bar together but tonight, like the night before, he held back.

  Jared’s knuckles feathered across my cheek as he kissed me and I couldn’t help but feel cherished.

  “Jenna told me about the cameras when she was getting me ready. And as long as you guys are with me, I…don’t mind.”

  Chris strode over to the table covered in books.

  Jared followed a few footsteps behind, drawing me with him. “Your punishment is to put these books away. Match the code on the spine of the book to the shelf it belongs on. Don’t doddle. And this book here,” he motioned to one set aside, “it’s the last one.”

  I stared at the books and then at Jared. Chris had already taken a seat. He was talking to another gentleman as if I hadn’t been ordered to do bullshit chores so they could mingle.

  “And no matter where on the table the book sits, you have to pick it up from this side, got it?” He tipped up my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

  I muttered a halfhearted, “Yes.”

  He raised his eyebrows in expectation.

  “Yes Sir?”

  A smile tugged at his mouth as he motioned at the books again and then joined Chris.

  Surely they were fucking joking.

  Filing books? Uh huh, that’s what I’d thought I’d be doing tonight. Not.

  Instead of storming out, which I gave a good few thoughts to, I snatched up the closest book and flipped it over. Took me no time at all to stomp over to the correct bookcase and shove the bitch in place. Upside down. Yeah, that’s right, I glared at the brothers, who calmly stared back.

  Two hours of primping…for this? To flit around in heels, cleaning off a damn table? At least at the bar I got paid to do this shit.

  Several more books found their home. I threw them into place while I fumed. Snatches of conversations drifted past me as I plodded back and forth. The men were well-educated and versed on current events. One group was talking about a new theater production coming into town.

  Eavesdropping was going to be my only form of entertainment tonight. Hell if I was going to put out after this.

  The last few books were on the far side of the table so I had to stretch on my tippy toes to reach them. The widened opening of my shirt exposed the skimpy red cups of my bra to the men standing in front of me. Everyone behind me must have seen the panties peeking out from under my skirt. It rode up a little higher and my entire body flushed with heat. In that instant, I understood why they’d made me do this. The guys were showing me off and I’d done nothing but stomp around and sulk.

  “Problem?” Chris asked directly behind me. He sounded amused and I wasn’t about to let him see how much his voice alone affected me.

  “No Sir,” I answered a little more breathlessly than I would have liked. I hauled the book closer and picked it up. I walked to the right place and slid it home but sliding it into place took on a whole new meaning.

  My nipples rasped against lacy fabric that teased every time I moved. The silkiness of the thigh-highs hugged my legs. I heard much more of the conversations around me as I moved back to the table.

  “Did you see her ass when she bent over?”

  “Damn, that peekaboo bra. Shit, that’s hot.”

  “And those legs…they go on for miles.”

  “I’d love to have them wrapped around me tonight. Damn lucky bastards.”

  Only one book remained, and as I reached across the table for it, someone approached me from behind. I stiffened and held my breath, knowing things were about to change. I was hot, needy and desperately trying not to show it.


  “Need some help on that last book, baby?” Chris asked, blanketing my body.

  “No Sir,” I whispered as he ground his hips against my ass. A whimper moved past my vocal cords as he nipped my ear.

  “Get that last book put away. I’m not waiting much longer to have you. You’re gonna come on my cock. You’re going to spread those sweet legs for me and Jared while our friends watch us claim you.” He continued a steady rhythm and I couldn’t help but think a few too many layers were between us.

  He backed away before I was ready. My head fell forward onto the table with a soft thud and I stretched barely enough to grab the end of the book. I checked the location of the book and found it was on the highest shelf of the bookcase the ladder happened to be attached to.

  I stepped over and grasped the rung next to my stomach, clutching the heavy book to my breasts. The ladder was tilted at an angle but I was still worried about biting it in front of everyone since the steps were so far apart.

  I climbed to the top and found the spot I was looking for. I took a couple steps lower and jumped when someone touched my calves. I exhaled noisily and glanced down. Jared and Chris stood next to the ladder, looking up at me.

  “My shoes aren’t exactly made for ladders, Sirs. What if I fall?”

  “We won’t let that happen.” Jared fell silent. Aching sincerity had filled his words and I had the sudden urge to bawl.

  He was right. They’d never let me fall. They were always there to catch me whenever I stumbled and I finally grasped how much I’d needed to know that. Everyone else I’d ever depended on had walked away. But them? They were my rocks. They’d been with me through everything and I wanted to please them more than anything in the world.

  “Careful, baby,” Chris said as I descended. Their hands dragged across the silk covering my legs. I shivered, sucked in lungfuls of air as they gripped my naked thighs. They stopped me from taking the last step to the ground.

  “I’ve waited for years to see this, baby,” Jared whispered, moving underneath the ladder to stand in front of me. We were at eye level since he was so much taller.

  He stroked my side and I felt more than heard the teeth on the skirt zipper snick open. The material fell and caught on my ankles and I couldn’t so much as blink. “Raise your foot.”

  Chris lifted one of my slender feet, removing my shoe, followed by one of my stockings. He watched the progress of my skirt sliding along my leg. “Next,” he growled. He guided the sole of my bare foot to the flat rung of the ladder, careful to avoid my skirt, which was hooked on my other foot.

  We repeated the process and I flinched when my shoes clattered to the floor. The whoosh of my clothes being tossed aside followed. I gripped the ladder to keep from swaying.

  “Seeing our collar next to your skin…” The muscles in his jaw flexed. His eyes turned dark. Black with need. Lust.

  “I love feeling it on my skin, Sir.”

  Chris peeled my blouse away, revealing their other present. In the center of a space full of aroused men, all I could think was bring it on.

  Jared slicked the glasses off and set them on the bookcase next to us.

  Hard, fast, frenzied sex was what I’d believed I’d need to feel ravished. But by going slow, unwrapping me for the other men to see, they stripped me of everything. Everything but wanting these two men to possess me so fully I wouldn’t remember a time before them.

  “Naked, Cyn. I want you in nothing but our collar.” Chris ran his lips along my backbone and gently bit my neck. The constricting sensation of the bra disappeared when he flicked the two little hooks open. I took a shaky breath as he slowly pushed the straps until they caught on my forearms.

  Someone muttered something about, “Not taking this shit anymore.” The men who’d been speaking when I came in sat on the left. One of them unbelted his pants, slid the zipper down and extracted a hard-on that made blood pulse in my clit. He was young, attractive and this stranger was staring at me. Aroused by me.

  “See what you’re doing to them, baby?” Chris asked behind me as if he’d read my thoughts. “They want these.” He stroked his way around my rib cage and settled them on my breasts.

  A moan escaped me as the rest of the men took their cocks out and stroked them. Chris pushed me forward against the ladder. My surprised shriek filled the room when the cold hit my collarbones and stomach. A warm, wet mouth captured one of my nipples. Jared.

  Chris removed my bra the rest of the way. Jared continued to lick and suck on the stiff nubs topping my heavy breasts. They puckered up tight as he sucked them each into his mouth. Goose bumps raced over my skin. All that shielded me from half a dozen fully clothed men was one small pair of panties that were getting wetter by the second.

  Chris cupped my sex. A whimper crept from my throat as Jared raked his tongue across one of my nipples.

  “Are you wet?” Jared asked.

  “Yes,” I answered as he yanked me closer to his mouth.

  “Let’s see how wet,” Chris added, moving my feet as wide as they could go and rubbing my shaky thighs. “Jesus. Hot and wet. You’re pulsing against me.” He reveled in my cream and teased my entrance before pulling away.

  “What a naughty submissive,” Jared accused as he stood again. He replaced his brother’s hold on my sex and wasted no time invading my core. “You’re dripping wet,” he confirmed with a groan as I panted in front of him.

  “Please, Sir, I need more. I need you both.” My hold on the ladder kept me upright as he pumped his fingers inside me.

  Other men could see him filling my pussy. The thought of being watched hadn’t appealed before now. But with the brothers, I wanted them to own my body for the world to see. One of the voyeurs groaned long and steady and my pussy gushed cream at the sound.

  “Oh baby, don’t worry. We’re going to fill you until you can’t take any more.” Chris tore the panties from my body and someone on the other side cursed.

  As I glanced to the right, I felt the ripple of tension amongst the two men on that side. They weren’t watching us, they were part of the scene. The frantic kiss they shared left me needy and on edge. They weren’t gentle. It was nothing close to my shared kiss earlier with Jenna. These men used teeth and suction strong enough to leave a mark. They were primal with each other and it echoed my need for Chris and Jared

  The man on the left peeled off his shirt and threw it to the ground. An amazing tattoo of someone on a cross stretched from his shoulders to his waist. The other man wore no collar but his Dom had power over him without it.

  They undressed, nearly tearing zippers in their haste.

  When their cocks came into view, the blond dropped to his knees and sucked the other guy’s dick deep into his throat. I moaned when he licked the pre-cum off the tip and the guy still standing gripped the hair on his submissive’s head and guided his mouth exactly where he wanted it.

  “Suck me hard, Kyle. You know how I like it.”

  Murmurs of his instructions tickled my ears as arousal pulsed through my veins.

  “Like that, don’t you? Seeing a guy on his knees pleasuring his Master. His Master is going to fuck him, like we’re going to fuck you. Do you want to see that, you little voyeur?” Chris asked, behind me now, totally naked. The light mat of hair on his chest tickled my spine and his bare thighs brushed the backs of my legs. His voice was dark and edged with the promise of liquid pleasure.

  “Fuck yes, Master C.” I milked J’s fingers before he pulled them from my body and circled my clit several times.

  “Your ass is ours tonight.” Chris spoke against my neck. “I’m going to bury my cock inside you and feel you squeezing me so tight as J tries to fight his way inside your pussy.”

  I should have been offended. Disturbed that he thought he could take what he wanted. Neither of those emotions had any place here. My pussy wept from being empty. My fingers dug into the wood of the ladder to keep me from collapsing.

  “Please, Master C,” came from my mouth as I
stared at him. The moans from across the room intensified as the other submissive sucked his Master into his mouth, toying with his balls. “I want you inside me. I want to fuck you both so everyone here knows who I belong to.”

  Chris lifted me down to the ground, inhaling beneath my ear when he hugged me close. “Hold on to the rung level with your waist.”

  “Yes Sir,” I mumbled, completely overwhelmed.

  Chris grabbed my upper thighs and shifted backward until my torso was parallel with the ground. “Pretty,” he said as he ran his hand from my pussy up to the tiny hole of my ass.

  I shivered when Jared handed him a bottle of lube. They must have planned everything but it didn’t feel choreographed. Being with them, submitting to them. It was easy.

  Liquid was squeezed out behind me and I jumped when lube slid along the crack of my ass all the way to the opening of my pussy.

  “Ever done this before, baby?” Chris probed with the tip of a finger until he found the puckered entrance he’d been searching for. In ever-tightening circles, he massaged my anus, slowly pushing inside when my muscles relaxed the tiniest bit.

  “Only toys, Sir. The plug earlier…” I closed my eyes and exhaled as he continued pumping his slick digit shallowly, spreading wetness that was going to ease his way. “You’ll be the first,” I added as he removed it then slipped it inside once more. Slowly. Forcefully.

  Chris growled and eased two fingers past the tight muscles inside my rear. He squeezed the flesh of my bottom. “We’re going to be a hell of a lot bigger than any toy.”

  He was about to take something I’d never given to anyone. It frightened me how badly I wanted him to conquer me. The burn of him scissoring his fingers inside made me shake. What would it have been like if I hadn’t worn the plug?

  I ogled Jared’s naked body as he moved next to my shoulder. He tilted my jaw up and what greeted me made my knees weak. I was positioned at the perfect height for—

  “I want your mouth on me while C prepares your ass.”