Bound to Them

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  “Crista?” Nash asked. “What are you doing?”

  “Hmm? Oh, ahh, nothing.”

  “Crista, pay attention,” Quinn said. “Tell us what you want from us.”

  “Oh, umm, well.” Jeez, this was embarrassing.

  Nash took pity on her. “You mentioned being restrained before, so obviously being held down is a turn-on for you.”

  She swallowed heavily. “It was. Before.” Before Andrew. Before he’d destroyed her trust and created nothing but fear.

  Nash kissed the top of her head. “We don’t want to frighten you, darlin’. We’ll start easy on you, okay?”

  Quinn sat next to them and pulled her up for a kiss. “Just know that I can’t wait to have you spread-eagled on the bed, tied down, at my mercy,” he muttered against her lips.

  She shivered. A sliver of fear mixed with plenty of arousal.

  Quinn placed his fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “There will be times where we will want to spank you. For punishment and for pleasure—”

  “Pleasure?” she squealed.

  Quinn grinned, his eyebrow rising. “Don’t pretend that the idea of a spanking doesn’t turn you on. I’ve seen what you read. I bet you’ve gotten yourself all hot and bothered reading about naughty little subs being punished, haven’t you?”

  Crista blushed but she couldn’t deny it.

  “Reality is different. Reality hurts.”

  “Sometimes spankings can hurt, when they’re given in punishment. Sometimes they can be very, very hot,” he crooned. His voice had her clit tingling, her pussy clenching tightly in reaction.

  “Quinn loves spanking naughty subs. He’s an expert with the flogger. I’m not so much into whips and pain. But I do enjoy being in charge.” Nash ran his fingers down her arm, leaving tingles of sensation in their wake. They were surrounding her, heat coursing through her, sending her mind into a tailspin.

  “What would you like to do, darlin’?” Nash asked. “It’s your choice.”

  Warmth filled her at their care, at having these strong men willing to push aside who they were to make her feel safe. She felt empowered. Something she’d never experienced with Andrew.

  “We do it all.”

  Both men smiled and, nervous as she was, she managed to smile back.

  “What safe word would you like to use, darlin’?” Nash asked.

  “It was hippopotamus last time.”

  “Too long,” Quinn stated emphatically.

  “Umm, bunny?”

  “Good,” Nash reassured her, lying on his side beside her. He cupped her breast, running his thumb over the sensitive nipple. She shivered in reaction.

  “If I use my safe word does that mean we’re all over?” she asked quietly.

  Both men looked at her.

  “What do you mean?” Nash queried curiously.

  “In some of those, ahh, stories, if the sub says her safe word it’s all over. What if I want to slow down but not stop?”

  “Crista, look at me,” Quinn told her softly. She glanced up at him. “I want to be absolutely clear on this. You will use your safe word if you need to. Saying it does not mean that everything is over. We want to know if you’re scared. If you need to slow down, tell us. Talk to us. We will not be walking out on you. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “And there is something else. We also expect obedience when it comes to your safety. You don’t go anywhere alone. Not until O’Ryan is found,” Quinn ordered.

  Crista frowned. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

  “It will have to,” Nash replied, his voice uncompromising. “We know this jerk is violent and we will not risk your safety. If you’re our sub then you’re ours to protect, to take care of. So do you agree? Are you willing to be our sub? To let us train you? Bring you unbelievable pleasure?” Nash asked.

  She had her misgivings, but she knew she’d regret it more if she didn’t give this a chance.

  “Yes.”

  Quinn met Nash’s gaze.

  “Good. Strip.”

  Nash expected her to balk and she didn’t let him down. She drew on her bottom lip.

  “Could we turn the light off?” she asked.

  Quinn snorted. “We might not be Chippendale dancers, sweetheart, but I don’t think we’ll have you running screaming.”

  She frowned at Quinn. “No, that’s… What? I didn’t mean you two, you’re gorgeous.”

  “Well, you can’t have been talking about yourself, because you’re so beautiful that hiding your body from us should be a crime,” Quinn told her, holding out a hand and helping her off Nash’s lap.

  He drew off her t-shirt before she could protest. She stood there, blushing, wearing a pair of pink cotton panties.

  “Damn, you’re even sexier than I thought,” Nash told her, knowing she was nervous and shy. She shook slightly as Quinn pulled off her practical underwear. He wanted to see her in lace and silk. She deserved every luxury.

  Nash’s breath caught in his lungs. “Beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, darlin’.”

  She smiled shyly. Her hands were tense at her sides and he knew she was fighting the urge to cover herself. Damn, she had been hiding a killer body behind those loose clothes.

  “I think that’s going to be another rule,” Quinn said, standing behind her. “Whenever we’re alone in the motel room, you’re to be naked.”

  “Jeez, you guys want to add any more rules?”

  Smack.

  She jumped and glared over her shoulder at Quinn, who stared at her sternly. “Brat.”

  She grinned, and Nash’s cock grew so hard he was close to exploding.

  “Spread your legs,” Quinn ordered, sending a heated glance over her shoulder to Nash.

  Crista widened her stance, allowing them to see more of that gorgeous pussy. A trimmed thatch of pale hair covered her mound.

  She had deliciously smooth, pale skin. Nash tore his gaze from her pussy, running it over her stomach and small waist. Large breasts swung as she shifted nervously, stilling at Quinn’s order to stop. Her dusky nipples were hard and begging to be touched, licked, tasted.

  She was the perfect package. Curvy, sweet and delicious.

  “Let your hair down, darlin’,” Nash told her.

  She reached up and pulled a nasty-looking clip from her head. Waves of pale-blonde hair cascaded around her, falling halfway down her back.

  “Her hair smells like strawberries.” Quinn held some up to his nose, breathing deep.

  Nash’s breath stuck in his throat. With her hair down, she looked simply gorgeous. “Beautiful,” he said huskily. “I don’t want to see your hair tied up in that bun again.”

  A cute line appeared between her eyes. “It gets in my way. I should cut it.”

  “Maybe,” Quinn said. “But not too short I think.”

  “Not unless it gives you headaches with its weight, darlin’,” Nash amended. He remembered his sister getting headaches when she’d grown her hair out. And Crista appeared to have even more hair than Amelia had.

  Nash stood and stripped before settling himself back on the bed to watch. Crista’s breath caught and she stilled, her gaze roaming his body. She lingered on his dick and Nash wondered what she was thinking.

  “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Quinn murmured, gazing at Nash. “Look at his cock. It’s long and smooth and silky. When that enters your pussy I promise you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

  “And you?” she asked breathlessly.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you lose your mind,” Quinn told her.

  Crista’s face flushed, her eyes sparkled. “Promises, promises,” she teased. Quinn bit down on her neck in retaliation, making her whimper as her head flew back.

  Nash stroked his shaft as he watched them. Quinn reached around and cupped Crista’s breasts, holding them up, jiggling them slightly. Then he let them drop so his fingers could play with her nipples. Rolling them, pinching lightly.
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  Crista let out a low groan, her head dropping back onto his chest. She thrust her hips forward. “More,” she demanded.

  Quinn spanked each inner thigh twice. Crista’s mouth dropped open with shock.

  “What was that for?” she gasped.

  “One, I told you not to move. Two, you don’t demand. Nash and I are in charge. We decide if you get more or not.”

  “So I don’t get to speak?” She was fired up. Nash thought she looked even more gorgeous when she was angry. He had to stop stroking his cock, worried he would come at any second.

  “Oh, you can speak,” Quinn replied with a wink at Nash she couldn’t see. “You can beg, you can ask us nicely and we might do what you ask. Maybe.”

  “Jeez Louise,” she muttered.

  “Bratty, isn’t she?” Nash said.

  “If she can’t stay still we’ll have to tie her up,” Quinn commented. Crista’s whole body shuddered, letting them know how much the idea of that turned her on.

  Chapter Seven

  “My balls are about to burst.”

  “Hmm,” Quinn murmured. “We can’t have that, can we? Crista, think you can help Nash with his little problem?”

  “Little?” Nash said, feigning outrage.

  Crista giggled, nodding. Nash rolled onto his back as she knelt beside him. She placed one hand on his tanned chest. A light smattering of dark-blond hair traveled down between his nipples, ending at his stomach.

  Crista ran her hand over his abs. Was there any fat on the man? He was built in long, lean lines but every part of him was strong. She lightly ran her teeth over his nipples, loving the way he gasped.

  The bed shifted as Quinn lay on the other side of Nash. He sucked Nash’s free nipple into his mouth. Nash groaned, his back arching up as the two of them worked together.

  Quinn lifted his head, reaching down to circle Nash’s engorged cock. Crista glanced over, watching as he ran his hand up and down the thick shaft. She licked her lips, suddenly ravenous for his taste.

  “Take him in your mouth, Crista. Make his dreams a reality. Because I know he’s been thinking about having your mouth surround him, sucking him in deep. Haven’t you, Nash?”

  “God, yes,” Nash groaned.

  Crista moved her mouth down and tentatively took Nash’s cock into her mouth. His smooth silkiness struck her immediately. As she lowered her mouth, sensation changed as he became harder, rougher, but no less scintillating.

  “That’s it, darlin’,” Nash groaned. “Take me inside. Swirl your tongue around the head of my cock. Shit, that’s good.”

  Crista’s confidence grew as the need in his voice increased. She closed her eyes and just concentrated on touch, scent, hearing. Saltiness hit her tongue and she stilled, running her tongue over his slit.

  “Darlin’, I can’t last much longer. If you need to pull back, do it now.”

  Pull back? Like hell. Crista increased her pace, sucking so hard her cheeks hurt.

  “Ease down, baby,” Nash said gently. “Don’t make yourself uncomfortable.”

  She relaxed, moving slower.

  “That’s it.” His hand tangled in her hair. “You don’t know how hot it is watching my dick disappear into your mouth. To have your beautiful, plump lips circle me. Aww.”

  Nash let go of her hair, his hips thrusting.

  “Good, baby, so good. Get ready. I’m coming.”

  Crista swallowed frantically as he came in thick, fast bursts.

  He rested his hand on her head, brushing over her hair. As the pulses ended, she drew back, blushing as she released him. Nash had long since gone limp.

  He tugged her up over his body so he could kiss her. A sweet, sensuous kiss. She relaxed against him as if she were a contented cat.

  “Thank you so much, that was amazing. Where did you learn to do that?” A faint tinge of jealousy touched his words.

  Crista ducked her head. “Well, I fantasize a lot. And I’ve been doing some research.”

  He tucked his finger under her chin, making her look at him. It seemed she would never be able to hide around these two. They were constantly forcing her to answer their questions, no matter how she wished to hide.

  “You learned all that through research?” he asked in amazement. “Damn, maybe I should do some.”

  “Maybe you should,” Quinn agreed wickedly. “I’ll even let you practice on me.”

  Crista glanced up at Quinn. He sat beside them, staring at them through heavy-lidded eyes. Her cheeks blazed hotter as she realized he’d watched the two of them.

  Nash snorted and pulled Quinn down for a kiss. They came together hard. So hot she thought steam would rise from where they touched. Quinn clasped Nash’s cheeks between his hands as Nash grabbed Quinn’s ass, tugging him closer.

  When they drew apart, Crista was breathing as hard as they were.

  “That. Was. Hot.”

  Both men turned to look at her, their eyes glazed with lust. Crista swallowed heavily, almost wishing she’d stayed quiet. Their gazes were intense, hungry and aimed right at her.

  “On your back, baby,” Quinn said in a low voice. “Legs spread, arms above your head.”

  Crista lay on her back between them, moving slowly.

  “You have your safe word. What is it?” Quinn asked her.

  “Bunny.” Her stomach trembled, nerves threatening to take over. She took a deep breath. They weren’t Andrew.

  “And you will use it if you need to.” It wasn’t a question. Quinn’s voice was pure steel. He expected to be obeyed.

  She nodded.

  Quinn leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She jumped, arching with a low cry.

  “You okay, darlin’?” Nash asked. “Do you need to stop?”

  A flush of warmth hit her at the obvious concern in his voice. She knew they wouldn’t treat her as Andrew had.

  She’d known Nash for over a month now and admired the way he handled himself. He was always respectful to her and got on well with the other men, laughing and joking but never crude. A true gentleman, but with a backbone of steel.

  Quinn was a harder man to judge. Quieter, more serious and abrupt. He said what he thought. But that helped build her trust in him. Because what you saw was what you got with Quinn. He was straight up. There was no subterfuge. If he didn’t like something or someone then he told them. She didn’t have to guess what he was thinking.

  “Well, sweetheart? How you doing?” Quinn asked patiently. When he moved back, she felt the loss of his touch.

  “Yes, I mean, no, I don’t need to stop. I need you. Both of you. Just take it easy on me. Please.”

  “Good.” Quinn’s gaze grew carnal as he watched her. “For tonight, you may ask questions but you must address us as Sir when you ask them. Understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Good girl,” Quinn said. “Now I simply cannot stay away from that sweet pussy any longer.”

  Nash lay alongside her, resting one hand on her breast as his mouth covered hers in a sweeping kiss. Quinn grasped her legs, widening them further.

  “Can you keep still, Crista?” Quinn asked. Nash pulled away, dropping his mouth to one of her sensitive nipples.

  “I-I think so,” she replied hesitantly. How the hell did she know?

  He stared at her silently, waiting. But for what?

  “I think so, Sir,” she said hastily, after finally realizing what he wanted.

  “Good girl. I am going to trust you not to move. Your arms and legs must stay exactly where they are. Understood?”

  She shivered at the dark promise in his voice.

  “Yes Sir,” she said breathlessly as Nash moved to her other nipple, tugging at the bud with his teeth before soothing the small hurt with his tongue.

  The lips of her pussy were parted, cool air invading her. Crista shivered as Quinn touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, flicking slightly.

  “Do you like having Quinn’s tongue on your clit, darlin’?” Nash asked her.
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  She bit her lip, holding back her cries. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself by crying out. Andrew had demanded her silence.

  Nash pinched a nipple. “When I ask a question, sweetheart, I expect to hear a ‘Yes Sir’,” he said firmly.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Yes Sir.”

  “Tell me, did Andrew ever play with your pussy?” Nash asked her casually. “Did he ever thrust his tongue inside your passage? Did he make you come as he licked you like Quinn is?”

  Crista bit back a cry at his questions. They were naughty. No one had ever talked to her this way in her life. And damn if she didn’t love it.

  Quinn directed his tongue lower, rimming her entrance.

  “Crista. I’m not going to keep reminding you to answer me,” Nash warned her, twisting a nipple gently. The slight pain turned enough of her attention away from what Quinn was doing to her pussy to allow her to concentrate on Nash’s questions.

  “Oh no, he didn’t. Nothing like this. Sir,” she added breathlessly.

  She reached for orgasm, strained for it, but bliss remained frustratingly out of her reach. The more she tried, the harder it became. There had to be something wrong with her. Here she was, with two devastatingly handsome men who were worshipping her body. And she could not come.

  Quinn slapped the side of her thigh.

  “Oww,” she cried, although the smack didn’t really hurt. But the sharp shock jolted her out of her own head.

  “Where did you go?” he asked.

  She frowned, uncertain what he meant.

  “Your mind wasn’t here, where it should be.”

  “I don’t think I can do this.”

  “Yes, you can,” he told her with absolute confidence. “Just relax,” Quinn crooned as Nash ran his hand up and down her side. “Close your eyes. Feel Nash touching you, cupping your breast. I’m going to go back to licking this delicious pussy, I haven’t sated my appetite in the slightest. You’re addictive, baby. I don’t think I will ever get enough.”