Bound To Protect (Crescent City Kings)

by Anya Summers

  “Jesus, that’s fucking hot,” Dante murmured.

  “Get the lube,” Michael said. “That’s enough instruction for one afternoon. I need to be inside that pretty cunt of yours.”

  She shivered as she released his shaft, and glanced at him. Michael helped her to her feet and pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled his thighs. His hand stroked through her crease.

  “You’re drenched, babe,” he murmured, fingering her pussy so that she rocked against his hand. “Who would have thought you had this much passion inside you?”

  She glanced away, feeling ashamed of the way she was acting. Was she doing something wrong?

  “No, look at me,” Michael ordered.

  She glanced back at him, full of uncertainty. If he scolded her, she would be crushed.

  “Never be ashamed of your passion. Ever. It thrills both me and Dante that you are this lusty and enjoy our carnal attentions this much. We’re demanding Doms who enjoy sex, and lots of it. It takes a very unique woman to be able to satisfy both of us. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” she replied, pleasure flooding her at his unexpected praise.

  “Good,” he fit the crown of his shaft at her entrance, “now sink down.” He hissed. “That’s it. And roll your hips, uh huh, just like that.”

  She rode him. Their gazes locked and, clutching his shoulders, she found her rhythm. These men were loving her in ways she had only dreamed about. To have Michael furrow so deep that he hit the lip of her womb. To know that his cock was being coated with her cream and Dante’s spunk made it that much more carnal.

  And her untried heart knew that she was falling for these men. She wanted to hold on to her heart and keep it locked away. This was all make believe which would go away. And yet, she couldn’t turn from him, them, this lovemaking, if she tried. It was midday, in the living room, but they could have been on Mars for all she cared.

  It didn’t matter where or when.

  Michael’s cock was a tad longer than Dante’s, but not as wide.

  Hands gripped her hair and tugged her head back. Dante’s lips covered her mouth, drinking in her cries while Michael canted his hips, driving deep inside. One of Dante’s hands snaked down to her breast, kneading the mound. He teased the nipple and left her crying out as he pinched it.

  “Let’s shift and then you can take her ass. I’m not going to last much longer the way she’s squeezing me,” Michael said to Dante.

  Dante lifted his mouth as Michael stopped thrusting. Sabrina whimpered. She had been seconds away from an orgasm, and to be forced to stop… She wanted to wail in frustration.

  Keeping his cock embedded in her pussy, Michael shifted them so that he lay supine on the couch. He tugged Sabrina down so that her torso lay flush against his chest. He cupped her nape and kissed her like a sailor coming on shore leave after being at sea for months. And while he kissed her delirious, she felt the cool gel lubricant Dante smeared around her back channel.

  Then his finger pressed inside. She moaned into Michael’s mouth. She loved double penetration. It was the most decadent, naughty act. It made her feel sexy and wanted—that these two gorgeous men could want her so badly that they were willing to fill every part of her up. It wasn’t long before Dante’s finger was gliding in and out and he added a second, then a third. He stretched her rear until his digits moved unimpeded.

  “Deep breaths for me, love, I’m wider than Michael so it might sting a bit at first,” Dante murmured.

  He replaced his fingers with the head of his shaft, which was coated in more lube. Michael held her still, his cock hilt-deep in her pussy, while Dante slowly worked that thick member into her ass. She mewled in the back of her throat. He was wider, and it made her pussy even tighter. She was going up in flames with every thrust that seated him deeper in her rear.

  The burning subsided, and he slid home.

  “Oh fuck, you feel fantastic. Jesus, forgive me if I give an abbreviated performance.” Dante groaned.

  “Just fuck me, please. Both of you. Now,” she panted.

  Dante smacked her bum. “Demanding little thing, love. Remember, Doms give the orders, we don’t take them.”

  “Yeah, but you should feel the way she’s pulsing around my cock. Let’s let her have it. She’s still new.”

  “If we must, we must,” Dante teased.

  Then they began to move inside her in tandem. All she could do was cling to Michael’s chest and let the pleasure bombard her system. But Dante moved her, drawing her up so that her back was flush against his chest. The shift made his shaft furrow deeper in her ass. Dante cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples while he thrust. With his lips against her brow, he said, “Look at Michael, at the way he stares at you. How much he enjoys screwing you, being buried in your tight cunt.”

  She stared at Michael while they both thrust. It was a singularly unique experience that Sabrina believed every woman should get to experience at least once in her life: being made love to by two men. Michael’s stomach muscles flexed as he thrust, spearing her depths. He held her hips prisoner.

  And the dark desire etched across his features, and the pleasure-infused grunts all combined to send her body rocketing toward oblivion. In his eyes, Sabrina could swear she saw a promise, the promise of a future, of tow-headed children, of a lifetime spent between these two alphas. She wanted them to be her bastion against life’s inevitable storms. Wanted to be there for them, be what they needed, and never let them go.

  They were altering the very fabric of her make up with each deep stroke inside. They were taking a foothold in her heart and soul. And she knew that no matter what happened, whether she continued to see them once the thirty day agreement was up or they went their separate ways, they had changed her. It ran deeper than merely losing her virginity and learning the meaning of pleasure.

  Their strokes grew hurried and less controlled. Pumping in and out in rapid succession. Her head rested against Dante’s chest. It began deep in her belly, spiraled out in a blinding shockwave, and riddled her form.

  “Oh god,” she sobbed, her pussy and ass spasming around their pounding cocks. Her hands pressed over Dante’s, gripping tightly as her system flew apart. It was all too much, the ecstasy so immense, it overpowered her senses, and she slid toward unconsciousness. She felt them climax, their hips jerking as hot jets filled her. As if from a distance, their hoarse grunts filled the air.

  “Just let go, love, we’ve got you.” Dante’s voice was the last thing she heard as the tide pulled her under, and she drifted into the sea of oblivion.

  Chapter 15

  Once Sabrina was safely ensconced in the bedroom, sleeping the sleep of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked, Michael joined Dante in the dining room, dressed in a clean pair of slacks and new dress shirt.

  “How did the weekend go at Underworld?” he asked.

  “Fine. I wasn’t there as long as I would have liked, but Bayou needed my attention too. Plus, there was getting Sabrina’s car moved here, and working on the case of the traitor in our midst.”

  “You’ve been rather busy,” Michael acknowledged, realizing how much he was relying on Dante and the rest of the founders to help him out of this quagmire.

  “Quinten and I spent time scouring through all the submissives’ records, from bank statements to emails to text messages, and nothing looks out of the ordinary. But I didn’t figure it was one of the subs. As you know, all the Doms chip in to make sure the ones who are struggling financially have what they need. And none of the attached subs register any blips either, if you were wondering. With that, Quinten’s moved onto the Doms. When I’m not with Sabrina and acting as her guard, I’ll work with him.”

  Michael thought they had made some pretty amazing progress just in one week. “If it’s possibly one of the Doms, the thought of which burns me no end, perhaps we could enlist one of the sub clubs to help us out.”

  “Do you really want to extend the investigation this way?” Dante asked him
.

  “Wouldn’t hurt,” Michael said, because he wanted it over with, wanted to push past this glitch and regain some semblance of order in his world.

  “I’d say if by next weekend we’re still shooting blanks, and Quinten doesn’t see us closing in on anyone, perhaps Daisy or Kayla—one of those two—might be our best bet in that area,” Dante offered.

  They had availed themselves of both submissives’ charms over the years. The busty redhead and petite brunette were two of the unattached subs in their club. Both were generous and delightful to scene with, and if Michael had to choose, then they would be best.

  “I can agree to that.”

  “You know you’re going to have to take Sabrina to the club one night,” Dante stated.

  “While we did have the bondage session with her before we left for LA, she’s untrained. And we need it to appear like we’ve been together a while. No one would believe I would be with a woman for a year, and she wouldn’t be at near pro skill level as a sub.”

  Dante shrugged. “So, we use this week to train her. And then this weekend, the two of you put in an appearance. It will help with finding whoever is funneling the details of our lives back to whichever board member is the culprit at Fitzgerald Foods.”

  Michael ran a hand over his face, considering whether it was something they could risk. It might be worth the effort. And he knew he would love to see how Sabrina responded after the other night. However… “Perhaps, but I’m not sure she would be open to exhibitionism this early in the relationship.”

  “You don’t have to fuck her and claim her in front of the club; just do a damn scene with her. We can privately see how she responds to flogging, or even perform a medical exam. That way we could determine which would work better for her all around, and leave it at that.”

  “There is that. She did like the few spanks you gave her, and the bondage we used on Friday. I’m willing to try it, see what we can do to instruct her over the next few days.”

  “Good. I wanted to talk to you about something else though.” Dante grew serious.

  “Shoot.”

  “I know we made the agreement with Sabrina that she completes the thirty days, she gets half the funds then, and the rest after ninety when you announce the engagement is off. However, we didn’t put anything in place stating that, should something unexpected happen to either of us, she would still get that money. I’d rather her not have to go to court to get it.”

  Michael didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of that first. Then again, he had been a little preoccupied. He nodded. “We can arrange that. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it. You’re really stuck on her, aren’t you?”

  “Look, if you had seen where she had been living all this time, you would want to ensure she never had to go back to living in a place like that either. And can you honestly tell me you’re not stuck on her? I saw the look on your face when she crawled across the floor, when I was balls deep inside her as you watched me fuck her, and when we were both screwing her brains out.”

  “And?” Michael asked, not liking where the discussion was headed. Because, truth be told, he didn’t want to have feelings for Sabrina.

  “You’re falling for her as much as I am.”

  Michael ignored the fear fluttering in his chest and denied Dante’s suggestion. “I’m reserving judgement. You can get flights of fancy and imagine a pretend future with her in it that may never happen. I have to remain logical until my family’s company is safe.”

  “Sometimes you can be a real sanctimonious asshole. I know Lisa burned us both, that we’ve had a parade of subs since then who we each hoped would give us a shot and let us claim her. But I’m telling you that Sabrina is different from all the rest.”

  “And you’re forgetting one important piece of the puzzle.” Michael hated that he had to be the one to see reason, that he couldn’t just let himself indulge in the fantasy and simply enjoy her bounty.

  “What’s that?” Dante snapped.

  “She’s here for the money, not some altruistic good deed. Without it—”

  “You really believe it’s only about the money for Sabrina? Are you fucking kidding me? Have you not met her?”

  Michael argued, “Not only about the money. But it is a large part. You cannot deny that, and if you are, you need to fucking stop. I know you’ve already gone over on her. But stop building castles in the air, man.”

  “There’s no convincing you.” Dante rose, disgust painted over his features.

  “And there’s no dissuading you that her motives for doing this aren’t entirely pure.”

  “You know what? The next time you head to the office, take a drive by her address. Better yet, tomorrow, when we go to meet the cleaning company, you should come with us, take a look at where she’s been living while working under our noses. I’m ashamed of us that we would allow someone we’ve depended on, who has been a model employee, to live in such a dangerous neighborhood, and that she was in such dire straits trying to take care of her only living relative. Neither of us even knew she had a brother or thought about her circumstances as long as this place was clean, and meals were prepared and waiting in the fridge. We depended on her, and she should have known she could depend on us. And as for the money, if it’s that big of a deal, I’ll pay half.”

  “The money’s not the issue.” Michael hated that Dante was likely right about her living conditions, and felt the weight of responsibility that they had ignored her plight.

  “Clearly it is, and that amount is a drop in the bucket for you. Not to mention there’s one thing you’re forgetting: she’s helping you out. She’ll save your billions and the family business, and yet you’re still treating her like she’s less than you. Like she doesn’t measure up to the Fitzgerald name. Well, you know what I say to that? Fuck you. You can decide to look past it, or not. I’m keeping her when the time is up, with or without you.” Dante stalked away into his bedroom, where he shut the door with an audible click.

  Jesus. Was Michael being too stubborn and mired in tradition? He had feelings for Sabrina. There wasn’t any doubt about that. But he wasn’t willing to rush headlong into a relationship, into claiming her as his submissive, just because she was a great lay.

  Would Dante really walk away from topping subs with him for Sabrina? Michael tried to imagine his life without his best friend and couldn’t see it. Couldn’t picture coming home to the penthouse, or the family mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans, and Dante not being there.

  Needing space, and to get some work done, he headed down to his office on the fourth floor, unable to get the picture of Sabrina crawling toward him, her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyes glazed with lust, out of his mind. He wanted her. He would revel in teaching her submission and pleasure. But when it came to trusting her with his heart, he would be foolish to jump in feet first without looking.

  Money changed things, changed people’s perception of you, and Michael didn’t want to be wanted because of the contents of his bank account. Foolish? Perhaps. But he didn’t want a woman who only saw dollar signs and what she could get when she looked at him.

  Then he thought of the book of poetry Sabrina had gifted him with. Nothing had forced her into getting it for him. Nor could he deny the pleasure it had made him feel. But he wouldn’t cave to threats, not from anyone, including Dante. If Dante wanted to go balls to the wall into love with Sabrina, that was his prerogative.

  And if they both left Michael when the thirty days were up? Hell, he had no idea what he would do then.

  Dante cracked open an eye and looked at the warm bundle in his arms. After he had unceremoniously left the argument with Michael, he’d come into the bedroom because he had needed to see Sabrina. He hadn’t expected that he would fall asleep beside her, or wake up to her slowly trying to extricate herself from the arm he’d wrapped around her as they rested.

  “Going somewhere?”

  She glanced up, a tremulous smile tugging at the corner
s of her lush lips. “Yeah, I need to go to the bathroom.”

  “And here I was going to see if I could entice you into another round.”

  “If you can wait until after I pee, then yes.” She blushed.

  He released her. “Hurry. I find that I have a voracious need for you.”

  She visibly softened, turned those big green eyes on him, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his. He framed her face with his hands and turned the kiss into a hot, heady tangle of tongues and lips. He broke away. “Hurry back.”

  Dante rose and stripped, decided they could both use a shower. What better way to kill two birds at the same time?

  He reached the door just as she was exiting.

  “Come with me,” he said, taking her hand and ushering her back into the bathroom and over to the glass enclosure of the shower.

  “We’re taking a shower together?” she asked while he started the water.

  “Better. We’re going to have shower sex.”

  “Oh, well, in that case…”

  Dante laughed. He couldn’t help it, she made him feel almost giddy. She made him feel, which was more than any sub had in a long time. When the temperate was just below scalding, he lured her inside and shut the glass door. The screen fogged up with steam, enclosing them so it was just the two of them.

  He backed her up against the tile wall. The multiple water streams poured over their bodies. She visibly shivered. He grinned darkly. “I like that I can make you tremble, love. Only now, I plan to make you scream.”

  Her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated. “I’d like that… oh, I forgot to give you your present.”

  “Wait, you got me a gift?” he asked, stymied, and touched, and aroused.

  “Yep. It’s in my suitcase. You’ll have to remind me to get it. I would have remembered but you touch me, and I tend to forget everything,” she admitted.

  Male pride infused him. “Is that right? Well, let’s see how much I can make you forget.”

  He crushed her mouth with his. To hell with what Michael thought. Sabrina was the most giving, erotically enticing woman he had come across in years, and he was keeping her. He wanted her in ways he had never wanted another woman. And while he felt the typical clench of fear at the prospect, he refused to allow that fear to control him.