Some rope.
A flogger.
A blindfold.
Nipple clamps.
She shuffled into the living room, her arms filled with toys. Kneeling, she laid the array of toys out before her then knelt back on her haunches and split her legs wide.
Placing her hands palm up on her thighs, she lowered her head to wait.
* * * * *
Nash walked down the hallway, a plastic bag holding three tubs of ice cream held in one hand. She hadn’t told him what flavor to get. So he’d hedged his bets.
He unlocked the motel room door.
“Just me, darlin’,” he called out before suddenly halting, his heart stopping. He could scarcely believe his eyes.
“C-Crista?” he stuttered, nearly dropping the bag as he turned and slammed the door shut. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you, Sir,” she said, raising her gaze. “Are you not pleased?”
“Pleased? No, I’m not pleased.”
Her eyes filled with pain. Instantly he realized what he’d said.
“Darlin’, I didn’t mean it like that. You look hot, incredibly hot. But, sugar, you’re not ready for this.”
Her lips thinned and she tilted her head up stubbornly.
“Yes, I am. You two are the ones who are hesitating. Maybe you’re not ready.” Her gaze lingered on his dick.
Nash’s jaw dropped in shock. Had she just implied that he couldn’t get it up?
“Oh, I’m ready, darlin’. Question is, can you really take what you’re offering?” He nodded at the array of implements.
Jesus, a flogger? No way was she ready for that. He bit back his protests as her eyes lit up. He hadn’t seen her this animated since they’d rescued her from that asshole. Maybe they’d been going about this wrong.
Maybe she really did need this.
Nash drew himself up and the tightness in his stomach eased. He missed her. He and Quinn had managed to relieve the pressure with each other. But it hadn’t been the same without her.
Mushy as it sounded, she was the glue that held them together.
“Wait right here for Quinn. I want him treated to the same sight I was. I’m going to put the ice cream away.”
Nash walked off to the kitchen and slowly put the ice cream in the small freezer, his body screaming at him to stay, to touch her, to fuck her.
He heard the door open.
“What the fuck?” Quinn asked loudly. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Waiting for you,” Crista said calmly. “Don’t you like your surprise?”
“What? Nash!”
Nash strolled into the small lounge area, standing behind Crista. Quinn glared at him, but turned to her with questioning eyes.
Nash shrugged. “She sent me out for ice cream. I returned five minutes ago to find her like this. Apparently she needs convincing that we can rise to the challenge of dominating her.”
Quinn relaxed, his eyes hardening a little as he peered down at their brat.
“That so?” he drawled. “I guess dinner can wait then. There’s something much more important for us to take care of.”
Nash moved closer to grab the bag of fragrant Chinese. He stilled, spotting something he hadn’t seen before.
“What on earth?” he muttered. “Crista, I want you on all fours, legs spread.”
She did as he said, her body trembling slightly.
“What is it?” Quinn asked as Nash motioned him over. “Holy hell,” he swore, whistling. “Sweetheart, did you plug yourself?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “I want both of you. I used the largest plug.”
“Damn, that is a hot sight,” Quinn said reverently as he leaned down and ran his hand over her bottom. He pulled the plug out then pushed it back in.
“You sure, sweetheart?” he asked as Nash took the food and placed it on the coffee table.
“Yes Sir,” she replied dreamily.
“And these toys, you sure you want to experience them all?”
“Yes Sir.” There was no hesitation in her voice.
“Good enough for me.” He looked up at Nash, who nodded.
“What’s your safe word, darlin’?” Nash asked.
“Bunny.”
“Let’s move this into the bedroom then.”
* * * * *
Crista tugged at the supple ropes that were holding her spread-eagle on her back on the bed. They were tight around her hands and feet but not uncomfortable. A blindfold covered her eyes and she held her breath, listening for any hint of what was to come.
“Where are we at, darlin’?” Nash asked.
“Green, Sir,” she replied, giving him the go-ahead signal. If she were truly in pain or afraid then she was to yell out her safe word immediately.
Somehow, she didn’t think that would be an issue.
Already she was close to begging for their touch, desperate for some relief, and all they’d done was tie her down and blindfold her. A whisper of touch across both nipples had Crista sucking in her breath. Her nipples strained to attention, begging for more.
“What was that, Sir?” she asked.
Nash chuckled. “What do you think it was, sugar? Here, I’ll do it again. You guess correctly and I’ll suck on those pretty nipples. Guess wrong and, well, I suppose I’ll just have to keep doing it until you get it right.”
That light wisp brushed by her again. Oh, what was it?
“A-a scarf, Sir?” she asked. Something else tickled her feet and she cried out, trying to move them away.
“That was a scarf, sweetheart,” Quinn told her, laughing.
“Try again,” Nash urged.
The same sensation. Not enough. She was in agony here. She strained to think, what could it be?
“A-a feather?”
“Almost, darlin’,” Nash chuckled before torturing her again. Lips kissed along her leg, drawing her attention.
“No fair,” she whimpered. “One of you is distracting me.”
Quinn chuckled, his mouth on her upper thigh, so close to where she wanted him the most. They’d kept the butt plug inside her, and she clenched around it hard as Quinn breathed on her weeping pussy.
“I think someone is protesting too much. This pussy is sopping wet. Pretty as a rose.”
Crista frowned. Pretty as a rose? Quinn didn’t usually speak that way.
“Ohh,” she groaned. “A flower. It’s a flower,” she said with relief.
“Very good, darlin’. However, you did have some help. So I think after I suck your sweet nipples that I’m going to have to clamp them.”
Crista whimpered.
“Not much of a punishment,” Quinn replied. She sensed him moving up beside her. He pinched one nipple. “She loves having her nipples clamped, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes Sir,” she sighed. Two warm, wet mouths enveloped her nipples. They used their tongues, teeth, lips to bring her nipples to hard, wet peaks.
Totally in sync, they retreated and Crista groaned.
“Get ready, darlin’,” Nash whispered. Something cold and hard enveloped the stiff buds. The pressure slowly tightened until her nipples were pinched just to the point of pain. Her breath came in short gasps.
“Oh, please,” she cried, thrusting her hips up as far as she could. “Please.”
“Please what, Crista?” Quinn asked.
“I need to come. So badly. Please, Sir.”
“Are you ready for us, darlin’?” Nash asked. “Does your pussy want my cock? Is your ass begging to take Quinn inside?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she cried. “Both of you. I want both of you.”
“I don’t know. You’ve been very naughty, putting a butt plug in by yourself. Your Doms are in charge of your bottom, not you. I think that deserves a spanking, don’t you, Quinn?”
“Yep. And I still owe her some for not telling us straight away that O’Ryan texted her.”
“B-but I explained that,” she protested.
“Hmm, and for going off and meeting with O’Ryan,” Nash added.
“What? That’s not fair. I didn’t sneak off. You agreed to the plan.”
“Yes, you’re right, Nash,” Quinn continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Keeping things from us, putting herself in danger and playing with butt plugs without permission. This could be a long session.”
“That it could. Time to flip over, sugar.”
They took off her blindfold before Nash undid the ropes at her wrists. Quinn worked on the ones around her feet then helped her sit, running his hand up and down her arms as Nash placed two pillows on the bed.
He patted the pillows. “Facedown, darlin’, arms and legs spread and I want your stomach over these pillows. We want easy access to that fine ass.”
“Okay, baby?” Quinn whispered in her ear. Crista’s love for him deepened at the caring in his voice.
She nodded. “Yes Sir,” she replied.
“Good, then do as you’re told.” He slapped her on the ass, making her yelp.
Crista sent him a quelling look over her shoulder. He simply raised an eyebrow.
“Dirty looks will just add to your spanking, brat,” he replied.
Crista lay on her front and spread her arms and legs as she’d been told, knowing she gave them an excellent view of the plug still lodged in her butt.
But the expected spanking never came.
She peered over her shoulder at them. “What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the looks of stricken concern on their faces.
“I can’t believe we let him do this to you.”
Crista looked at them with surprise. The whip marks were healing and the bruises had moved from purple to a sickening yellow-green.
“Maybe we’d better go easy,” Quinn said, his gaze stuck on her back. Crista rose to sit on her haunches.
“No, no,” she insisted. “This is what I want. What I need. It’s what we all need. I am not some fragile flower you need to shelter. I want you to spank me, paddle me, flog me then take me together. Do it all.”
Quinn looked at her aghast. “I am not flogging your back.”
“Then do my ass, he didn’t get that far. Be the Dom. Give me what I need.”
There was a long silence, then Quinn and Nash glanced at each other, communicating silently.
“Did we say you could move, Crista?” Nash asked, his voice firm.
“No Sir,” she said, sighing in relief as she lay back down.
“She’s gone too long without a firm hand,” Quinn said. “She’s turning into a brat.”
Crista opened her mouth to retaliate then thought better of it. After all, she was getting what she wanted. The ropes were placed around her ankles and wrists again, and she sighed.
“Brace yourself, darlin’,” Nash warned. “I’m taking out this butt plug.”
Crista tensed but he didn’t immediately pull it out. Instead he turned the plug, then dragged it out a few inches before pushing it back in, playing with her mercilessly.
By the time he pulled it fully free, she was writhing, searching for any sort of friction to ease the ache.
A hard slap landed on her bottom.
“Lie still, sweetheart. Nash is going to spank this ass until it glows.”
Crista stilled as Nash smacked her ass.
“Damn, I love this butt,” Nash commented. “Just look at the way it bounces back each time I slap it.”
Crista whimpered as the spanking continued, the stinging in her butt moving to a deep, fiery pain. Then the pain shifted, sending a glow throughout her body.
“Okay, darlin’?” Nash asked against her ear, now rubbing her bottom, spreading the heat throughout her body.
She nodded slightly. Anything else was too much effort.
“I want the words, baby.”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl. Quinn is going to use the flogger now. I want you to say your safe word if you need to.”
The flogger. Before she’d have been filled with a mix of interest and trepidation. Now, she found herself filled with pure need.
“Yes Sir,” she replied.
Something soft landed against her thigh. She jumped.
“That was it?” she asked. The touch had been so light.
“There are different kinds of floggers, darlin’. Some can be harsh. Others, like the one Quinn is using, have a gentler effect. They caress the skin, arouse the sub until she’s begging for release.”
Crista cried out. Quinn worked the flogger up her legs and over her hot bottom, leaving licks of arousal in his wake. It was too much and yet not enough.
Her breath came in sharp pants as she struggled to remain still.
“Touch me, I need you to touch me,” she groaned.
“Spread your legs wider, Crista,” Quinn ordered.
She parted them as wide as she could. He flogged her inner thighs. Crista yelled out as the flogger touched the vulnerable lips of her pussy.
“Good, sugar?” Nash asked, drawing her hair back from her face.
“More! More,” she panted.
Nash chuckled. “You have permission to come, baby.”
As Quinn struck her again, Nash reached down and fingered her clit, circling it, tapping it. Crista jerked, tugging at her bonds.
Orgasm struck her hard and fast, stealing her breath, whirling her into a world of swirling colors and little air.
“Breathe through it, darlin’, good girl.”
She came back to find Nash and Quinn on either side of her, running their hands over her body lightly. They’d untied her.
“Shit,” Quinn cursed. “I should’ve gone slower, it was too much.”
Crista reached over and took his hand, squeezing tightly.
“It was just right. I have never, ever felt anything so incredible. Thank you.”
“You sure?” he asked, displaying an uncharacteristic need for reassurance.
“Totally sure. You can do that to me anytime. But for now…” She trailed off, letting her gaze speak for her as she stared at the two erections pressing against her.
Nash gathered her up against his chest, kissing her thoroughly. His cock pressed against her thigh, firm and insistent. She shivered in anticipation.
“You sure, darlin’?” he whispered.
Crista nodded. She had never wanted anything more.
“Then come ride me.” Nash lay on his back. Placing his hands around her hips, he guided her onto him. Crista lowered herself slowly, savoring the feel of him filling her.
“Damn, you’re tight. And hot, so hot. There is nothing as delicious as the feel of your pussy around my dick, darlin’.”
She smiled, feeling powerful, beautiful.
“Come here,” Nash ordered, reaching up to grasp the chain connecting the clamps on her nipples.
Crista gasped at the sensation, part pleasure and part pain, before lowering herself for his kiss. He ran his hands over her hot bottom, pulling her cheeks apart.
“Relax, darlin’. We would never hurt you.”
“I know.” She forced herself to stay still as Quinn knelt behind her, pressing his finger into her asshole.
Crista panted, loving the sensation of Nash in her pussy and Quinn thrusting his finger in her ass.
“More, please,” she begged. “I need you, Sirs. Both of you.”
“Your wish is our command, darlin’,” Nash told her.
Quinn withdrew his finger and the head of his cock brushed against her asshole. He drove forward, pushing past the tight ring of muscle slowly. Inch by agonizing inch he entered her. Crista breathed deep, full of them both to the point of bursting.
“Hell, you have no idea how good she feels. So tight. So warm. Shit, how am I supposed to last when she feels so good?” Quinn moaned.
Nash chuckled. “Can’t help you there, man, it’s taking every bit of control I have just to lie here. I can feel you inside her, and she’s so tight I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Crista concent
rated on her breathing, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sensations racing through her. They ran their hands over her, waiting for her to adjust to the feel of them inside her.
“Ready now, darlin’?” Nash asked.
She nodded.
Quinn moved back as Nash thrust himself inside her, their cocks driving her to new heights of ecstasy. Heat rushed through her, her slick body pressing against theirs, sandwiched between them.
Nash tugged on her nipple clamps and she screamed, pleasure rushing straight to her clit. A deep pool of need enveloped her womb, spreading throughout her body.
“Get ready, darlin’,” Nash told her. “I can’t hold on for much longer.”
“Come for us, Crista, come now,” Quinn demanded.
Crista reached her peak, her world going black as she floated. She heard Nash shout, his cum shooting through her pussy. Then Quinn gave a frantic groan, pumping against her.
And Crista fell back into reality, spasms shaking her body as she clenched tightly around the two cocks within her.
Completely exhausted, she collapsed, her body leaden with fatigue as the men spoke quietly, moving around her. Someone parted her legs, washing her pussy and her bottom.
Two strong, warm bodies surrounded her.
Content, she slept.
Chapter Nineteen
Crista woke suddenly, the last vestiges of nightmare draining away. She slumped back against the pillows, her breath coming in sharp, hard gasps. Damn it. She thought she’d be too exhausted to dream tonight.
When were these nightmares going to stop?
It was always the same. Andrew had her tied down and was beating her. But in her dreams Nash and Quinn didn’t turn up. They didn’t rescue her.
And she was stuck with Andrew forever.
“A dream, just a dream,” she whispered to herself, wondering where her men were. Normally when she had a nightmare, they woke her up and held her, comforting her until she drifted off to sleep.
Without them, she felt cold and lonely.
She pushed back the blankets and walked to the bedroom door, which sat slightly ajar, light shining through from the living room. The sound of muted voices hit her.
“We need to leave,” Quinn said. “Pete’s got everything sorted. There’s nothing here for us now.”
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