Bound To Protect (Crescent City Kings)

by Anya Summers

  “You’re a rare individual. One I plan to ravish the moment we get to the penthouse.”

  She squirmed in his lap. “That’s good. Cause I don’t think I can shimmy out of the skirt of this dress in the back seat of a limo.”

  He chuckled darkly. “You’ll do. We’re going to try some light bondage again and see how you react to a flogger tonight. Dante should already have the scene prepped in the bedroom.”

  “Okay, I’ll do my best.”

  “This is in preparation to get you ready for a public scene at the club this weekend as part of the ruse.”

  She seemed to absorb his comment and nodded. “So we’re going to have sex in front of other people?”

  He noticed her uncertainty and the flash of fear in her eyes. Wanting to reassure her, he said, “No, not all scenes require it. Many can and do end with sex. But I think, since you’re such a newbie to both, we will keep the club interaction at just a scene for the time being. And the scene will be with me and only me, for appearances’ sake, until the matter with my company is done. Then, once we’ve trained you up a bit more and feel you’re ready, we will do more advanced scenes, but that’s in the months ahead. No need to worry about those just yet.”

  “Okay. I trust you.”

  Pleasure speared him at her words, and the unequivocal reflection of that trust in her eyes. Rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb, he lowered his mouth, intending to seduce her. But the moment their lips connected, hot and heavy need exploded within him. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  He cursed the tight material snugly fit over her form, keeping her body from his seeking fingers, and had thoughts about ripping the dress from her. He sank into her, reveling in her taste, in the feel of her in his arms. And she was right there with him, meeting his passion with her own.

  It took a moment before his driver’s voice registered. “We’re here, Mister Fitzgerald. Sorry to interrupt.”

  Regretfully, Michael lifted his mouth. “No apologies necessary, Raoul. Let’s get inside, babe.”

  With care, he shifted Sabrina off his lap. Raoul helped her out of the limo. Michael made sure his coat covered the erection he sported. He emerged from the vehicle.

  “Goodnight, Raoul, have a great rest of your night.” He passed the man a fifty for his trouble.

  “You too, sir.” Raoul tipped his hat and returned to the driver’s seat in the limo.

  Michael used his access card, ushering Sabrina inside the warehouse entrance and up to the elevator. He wanted her naked and restrained on the cross like he and Dante had planned. He wanted her. And for now, that was enough. It was enough that she wanted to be with them past the thirty days. It was enough that she was taking the money from the agreement not for herself, but for someone she loved.

  For now, it was enough.

  Chapter 17

  Sabrina leaned her head against Michael’s shoulder on the ride up the elevator that was fraught with erotic tension. She could feel his desire. It matched her own in size and scope. But he had also slipped into that controlled dominant façade. She had no idea why it aroused her, it just did, and she wasn’t going to question the whys of her attraction or need for the two men. Not when she was still floating on the juicy tidbit that they wanted to keep her. Michael couldn’t know what that had done to her, hearing him say those words.

  Because she was falling for Dante and Michael.

  The elevator opened onto the penthouse. Dante rose from his seat in front of the big screen television in the family room and met them halfway. His hungry gaze raked her form.

  “How did everything go?” Dante asked Michael.

  “Good. Other than Deirdre being her normal charming self.” Michael shrugged, removing his sport coat and tie.

  “That bad, huh? You don’t look worse for wear though, love,” Dante said, cupping her chin as he pulled her close.

  “Michael said you want to keep me!” she blurted out, and wanted to curse at her big mouth.

  Dante glanced at Michael and then back at her. “We do.”

  “Past the thirty days,” she stated, searching his chocolate gaze.

  “Is that something you want, Sabrina?” Dante asked her.

  “Yes,” she replied, without hesitation.

  A slow, heated smile spread over Dante’s mouth and he murmured, sexily, “I think we can make that happen. We’re going to introduce you to flogging tonight. Are you up for that, or are you too tired?”

  Michael crowded her back. He gripped the zipper on her dress and started lowering it. Being sandwiched between two hungry alphas was something Sabrina was becoming so addicted to that she had no idea how she had ever lived without it.

  “I want it all,” she admitted in a rush.

  “Is that right? Well, we are nothing if not accommodating,” Dante replied, and crushed his mouth over hers.

  Sabrina moaned and her lips parted, allowing his seeking tongue inside. How could they both kiss her and make her melt this way? His kiss was harsh, almost brutal, and it devastated her, made her ravenous for more. She always wanted more with them.

  Michael drew the dress down so that it pooled at her feet and she stood between them in nothing but her panties and garter belt. Michael cupped her breasts, kneading them, while Dante ate at her mouth.

  “We should get her into the bedroom, otherwise we’ll end up taking her right here,” Michael stated.

  Dante tore his mouth from hers. “Right you are. Come, love.” He scooped her up in a grand fashion, like he was Rhett and she was Scarlett. Laughter bubbled up within her and the joy she felt overflowed her. Dante winked at her and marched into the bedroom the three of them would share that night, with Michael on their heels.

  But they didn’t take her over to the bed. Instead, they trod to the part of the room with all the BDSM furniture.

  “We’re going to put you on the St. Andrew’s Cross tonight. See how you do with some bondage and the flogging. And then, if you’re a really good girl, we’ll make you come for the rest of the night,” Dante said.

  “Take her panties off, but leave the garter on. It’s sexy as fuck,” Michael ordered.

  “All right, I’m going to set you on your feet. Let’s remove those panties because he’s right, the garter is hot. And then I’ll help you up on the cross.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She quivered deep in her belly in anticipation.

  They wanted to keep her, and this was part of being with them. They would never hurt her. Not really. She didn’t have to worry about the flogger. It might hurt, but with everything they had done for her, she could take it. Be what they needed her to be.

  Dante drew her panties down and helped her step out of them. Then he lifted her up onto the X-shaped wooden furniture, fitting her feet into footholds beneath. It wasn’t lost on her that she was spread eagle. The leather restraints were smooth around her wrists and ankles. Dante positioned her facing the cross with her abdomen pressed against the cool wood, connected a leather strap across her lower back, and secured her in place.

  “We’re going to deprive you of sight as well. You seemed to really enjoy that the other night,” Dante said, and slid a blindfold over her eyes.

  She gasped when she felt the round smoothness of a device being pressed against her pussy. One of the men parted her folds and made sure it pressed against her clit, then turned the device on. The way she was locked down, she couldn’t move away from the vibrations. And the speed was just high enough to set her teeth on edge.

  Fingers coated in lube probed her rear. “Relax, love. We’re going to flog you but we’re also going to give you pleasure, and hopefully, your first real taste of subspace.”

  The digits stretched her rear, combined with the buzzing against her clit, and she dropped her head forward at the sensations flooding her system. They’d barely begun, and already she was approaching a blinding climax at lightning speeds. The fingers were withdrawn from her back channel and replaced with a conical shaped device.

  “I
t’s just a plug to stretch you a bit—that way, as soon as we’re done flogging your pretty ass, we can fuck it.” Michael’s husky voice, dark with lust, curled deliciously inside her chest.

  The plug was thrust in and out, pressing deeper with each stroke, until it slid into place and was switched on, the vibrations combining with the ones against her pussy. Sabrina moaned.

  “That’s it, nothing but pleasure, love. What’s your safeword? Do you remember?” Dante asked her, his mouth by her left ear.

  “Red, Sir.”

  “Good. We’re each going to give you five lashes. Then we will see how you feel after those. We want you to let go. Give yourself into our hands, and trust we will get you where you need to go. Understood?” Michael asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied.

  The whisper of leather tails trailed along her spine. Another set caressed the tips of her nipples and down over her abdomen. Every inch of her body was traced. The strokes lulled her into a sense of complacency and left her sighing. Which was why she was unprepared for the first whack of the falls against her bottom.

  Sabrina jerked and yelped. Her skin burned where they had struck. The second lash was no less startling, as was the third. But then, with the fourth swat across her butt cheeks, the burning agony morphed, bleeding into the vibrations against her clit and deep in her bottom.

  She moaned. “Oh god.”

  At the next smack, her eyes widened. Bliss poured into her limbs. There was a momentary pause before the next strike. And in that time, liquid fire chugged through her veins.

  She strained against the next whack.

  Lips pressed against hers; a tongue sought entry into her mouth. Sabrina opened without question. Her cries mingled with the kiss. All she could think was: more. She needed more. If they stopped what they were doing, she would weep with frustration. Her body walked a tightrope where any moment she would snap, and she would—holy mother of god!

  Her hips jerked as she came, wailing into the mouth eating the cries from her lips.

  “Jesus. She’s a natural,” Dante said from behind her.

  Michael was the one kissing her, then, and his mouth left hers. “I see that. Are you up for more?”

  “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

  They needed no urging. She descended into a floating sensation. Every part of her being was illuminated as they whacked her. She lost count of the number of climaxes she had, until she was so lost in sensation, she didn’t think she would ever come down.

  Her head lolled against her upper arm, and she wondered if anyone had ever passed out from too much pleasure.

  She groaned when the plug was removed and the vibrating wand shut off. The blindfold was removed first, before her restraints. Her limbs felt heavy. Dante’s face filled her field of vision.

  “You’re amazing, love,” he said with pride.

  “What’s wrong with me? I ache,” she mumbled. Her words sounded distant to her ears.

  “You’re in subspace. And we’ll take care of you. Put your arms around my neck,” Dante ordered.

  “Too heavy.”

  “Jesus, look at her eyes. Just carry her to the bed. I’ll be right behind you,” Michael stated.

  Dante lifted her up in his arms. Sabrina loved his arms. They were so strong as they carted her over to the bed like she weighed nothing. He made her feel beautiful and protected—cherished, even. Dante tenderly laid her down in the middle of the big bed and joined her. She loved the way his muscular body felt against hers, all hard angles and smooth skin. He settled them on their sides, facing each other, lifted her left leg up and drew it around his waist. It positioned his shaft at her entrance.

  “Look at me.”

  She lifted her lids.

  “We’re never letting you go, understood? You belong to us now,” Dante declared.

  Joy burst inside her in a colorful cacophony. “Yes.”

  Dante thrust, plunging deep inside her channel until he could go no further. She loved being connected with him like this, with them. It made all the years alone worth it, as if they were her prize for her service. She moaned. The bed depressed behind her, and she felt Michael move into position. The head of his shaft pressed against her rear passage. Dante held still as Michael glided through her sensitive tissues until he was embedded.

  “Please,” she begged, so far gone, she was willing to plead with them.

  “We know. We’ll make it all better. Promise.” Michael grunted.

  Both men began to move, establishing a bruising, fevered pace. Held between them, surrounded by her men, Sabrina felt safe. She felt cared for. She even, if she allowed herself to pretend, felt loved. They had become her whole world in the space of a heartbeat. She had already known them and liked them before they’d made their bargain.

  Was it any wonder she was headlong in love with them both?

  She didn’t know how it would work, or for how long. But she knew without a doubt that her heart was theirs to do with as they pleased. When the climax struck, she keened. “Sirs.”

  Dante strained, pouring his seed into her spasming pussy. Michael slammed home in her ass, filling her up, marking her with his semen.

  And if, in her heart of hearts, Sabrina wished for a little boy with Dante’s good looks and a little girl with Michael’s blond hair, she kept the dream to herself.

  It wasn’t hard, because her body began shutting down. She felt them withdraw their softening shafts and curled herself against Dante’s big chest, with Michael lying protectively at her back.

  Her men, who had only to ask it of her, and she would give them all of her. Forever.

  Chapter 18

  Two days later, Sabrina was putting fresh sheets on the big bed in Michael’s room. She had woken this morning and decided that, while she might be pretending to be his fiancée, that didn’t mean she would allow them to live in a pigsty.

  Dante had needed to head into Bayou Sin to take care of business items that he couldn’t get done from home. Sabrina had the laundry going with a load of all their clothing. While the washer and dryer did their jobs, she had wiped down the kitchen and bathroom counters. Dusted the coffee tables, end tables, and bookshelves. Swept and mopped the hardwood floors, and vacuumed the area rugs.

  She had chicken marinating in the refrigerator for dinner that night. Dante and Michael had been great with ordering in, but she wanted to make sure they were all eating healthily. She had veggies chopped to roast, and a salad already premade.

  This afternoon, she wanted to bake a few items so that they had things like muffins, power-packed with protein, for the rest of the week. And, because she knew Dante liked them, she would make him a pan of her killer brownies.

  Thankfully, tonight, they didn’t have any functions to attend. Michael kept taking her out to places where the well-to-do liked to go to be seen. As much as she hated being put under the microscope that way, when she thought about the fact that it was Michael’s life, that he was scrutinized like that every time he set foot outside his house, Sabrina had come to believe that for all his privilege financially, there were plenty of downsides to it as well.

  And it made her re-examine her own life. While money had always been tight, she had experienced love and family. Yes, that had included quite a bit of stress, but she’d never had to wonder if people were nice to her because of what she could do for them.

  She had to remember to ask Michael tonight for his advice on investing. She wanted to make sure that the money she was earning for Alex would continue to be available throughout his life. At the end of the day, she didn’t need much. She didn’t need a fancy house or car. Perhaps a nice little home in a good neighborhood to call her own.

  Her cell phone rang in her back pocket. Rising, she removed it from her jean shorts and answered. “Hello?”

  “Yes, is Sabrina Thomas available, please?”

  “Speaking. How may I help you?”

  “Hi Sabrina, this is Vicki Lewis, an RN at
Houmas Assisted Living Facility.”

  “Is something wrong with Alex?” Sabrina asked as panic clutched her heart.

  “Yes and no. First, I want to say that he’s fine. He’s adjusted well to living here. But he had a little spill this morning,” the nurse explained.

  “Oh god, is he all right?” Sabrina exclaimed. A myriad number of scenarios flashed through her brain.

  “He’s fine. Just some stitches and a nice goose egg on his forehead.”

  “I’ll be right there,” Sabrina said, ignoring the rest of the sheets and scrambling off the bed.

  “Now, Miss Thomas you don’t need to—”

  “Look, I’m sure you mean well, but I’m going to come check on him. Any stress can cause bad episodes, and I want to make sure for myself that he’s okay. I will see you all within the hour.”

  “Very good. We’ll see you then,” the nurse replied.

  Sabrina sprang into action. Alex wasn’t being rushed to hospital, which meant she could wash off all the grime from her house cleaning activities and put on a change of clothes. It wasn’t the first time Alex had gotten hurt, nor would it be the last.

  She showered and changed into jeans and a nice blouse in a cool mint green. She didn’t worry about makeup or accessories. She was sure she would be forgiven for looking less than perfect. And frankly, if Michael wanted to argue over her less than perfect appearance, he could get bent for all she cared. This was her brother, and he was injured. She didn’t plan to stop anywhere along the way.

  She grabbed her big purse and located the keys to the Mercedes. She remembered to shut the oven off and stored the muffin batter in the fridge. She would deal with it later, after she returned. It wasn’t like she had anything else planned.

  The elevator dinged and Dante sauntered, larger than life, into the penthouse. He looked devilishly handsome in jeans and a tee shirt. The man could likely wear a garbage bag and still look hot as sin.