“No, no, I can’t have that,” he says, the most wicked delight on his face. “Not yet, sweetheart.”
Her expression is tortured as she huffs out, “Fuck you.”
A cocky grin comes over his face. “Oh, you will. Just not yet.” He raises the wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them, his eyes never leaving hers. “Mmmm. Still tastes like honey.”
“Please, let me come,” she begs, her breath little pants. “You’re torturing me.” Emma tugs again at the restraints holding her as she pleads.
Jude’s eyebrow lifts. “Was that a complaint? Jax, I don’t believe we should tolerate being spoken to like that.”
He’s speaking my language. This right here — this is my shit. “No, we should not,” I say firmly.
I pull my briefs off, loving the squirm that comes into Emma’s hips as I finish disrobing and her eyes land on my stiff cock. I move to the table where Jude has items laid out. I’d spotted something earlier that I was surprised to see Jude owned, because it’s much more my speed. It’s a thin wand, no wider than my finger, and the electric charge it holds provides various levels of stimulation, from ticklish to near excruciating.
I hold the tip to Emma’s toes and trigger it. She yelps in surprise then giggles.
“That tickles.”
“Oh, does it?” I lick my lips and give her a slow smile.
Emma’s eyes go wide a moment late. “No, not that.”
I smile wider and trail the tip over her foot to the base of her calf, where I trigger it again. Emma’s body jerks, and she bites into her lip, those eyes of hers lighting up with anticipation in a way that satisfies something deep inside me.
My lips twist into a devilish grin as that darkness I keep in the corner comes out to play. And hell, yes — she likes it, too. I move the wand further up her legs, to the sensitive skin behind her knee, and roll the knob forward to turn up the level. My cock throbs as she twitches, but she takes the shock this time without even a squeal, just drawing her bottom lip between her teeth. She gives me a look like challenge accepted, and it only goads me on.
I turn it up once more and move it across her thigh. This time, the electric charge makes her legs shake, and she flexes, pulling herself toward the ceiling. At the junction of her thigh to her hip, I run the wand up and down, letting her guess at when the shock will come. When it hits, Emma’s stomach tightens, and she cries out, her hips thrusting for more.
She licks her lips as I angle inward, moving directly to her clit. Our eyes meet, and she watches my face with a wild expression as I slowly trace the wand across her inner thigh, getting closer and closer. She closes her eyes as I brush across her pussy, waiting for me to release the charge.
I trigger it, and her back arches, her breasts jutting forward, her nipples hardening as she cries out. Her head dips back with a moan, and she closes her thighs around the wand.
Before she recovers, I trigger it again, watching her intently. She cries out and rocks her hips, her body vibrating. I hit the charge once more, and she convulses, panting as she gulps in air.
I’m loving every moment of this — the woman I love bound and strapped, the sounds of her agonized pleasure, her beautiful body displayed for me, ready for my hard cock. There’s a sweet moan on every breath now. She’s almost there.
I move my finger to the trigger to shock her once more, but Jude reaches out a hand. “Enough.”
Shit. Fine. I withdraw the wand.
Emma’s cheeks are pink with unreleased arousal, and her eyes plead with us. “Please, fuck me,” she whispers. “I need to feel you both inside me, please.”
That does it. I can’t wait anymore. I smack Jude on the chest with the back of my hand. “Beauty before age.”
My big brother by one hour gives me the finger as I round Emma’s backside and reach for the lube. I motion to Jude, and he understands immediately that I want her held in place so I can take her exactly how I want. He slides his palms over her legs and wraps his hands around her thighs.
My hand closes around her throat, applying downward pressure as I slick up my cock with the lube. “This sweet ass is mine. You better be ready. I’m going to fuck you how I know you want it.”
I ease the butt plug out of her nice and slow, teasingly slow, pushing it back in a few times as I do. But as soon as it’s free, I grasp my cock and push into her, clenching down with my fingers on the supple flesh of her neck when she bucks and tries to pull away. Her cry at the sudden penetration of my thick cock escapes as a strangled, gasping moan, and it sets me on fire.
Jude holds her firmly as I seat myself inside her fully, my cock hard as steel at how her breath rasps out through my tight hold on her neck. I grasp tighter until the rasp becomes a whine, then I release. Reaching my other hand around Emma’s hips, I finger her clit as she sucks in a deep breath. I groan for her, the sensation of being inside her this way more exquisite than I imagined.
I bite into the flesh at the top of her shoulder, rocking my hips, my ass clenched as I thrust into her powerfully. She fits tightly around my cock, and those moans coming out of her every time I drive into her are taking me right to the edge.
She’s shaking and moaning, and I know she’s damn close again, but I can’t let her come before Jude’s inside her, so I slow my thrusts, holding her tightly. I rock my hips, pushing my cock into her ass hard and slow, the desire I feel for her threatening to rip my control from me.
Jude pushes at my wrist, and I lift my hand from her pussy as he takes over rubbing Emma’s clit. I press the side of my face against hers, her throat caught in my grasp, her body captive to my will. I run my palm up her stomach and to her breast, pinching a nipple and drawing another high-pitched whimper.
I can feel her vocal cords vibrate under my hand as she begs Jude, “Please, I need you, too.”
Jude tilts his head to the side, his attention moving from her clit to her face with a reprimanding look. “Who the fuck’s in charge here, sweetheart?”
Her hard swallow courses against my palm. “You are.”
Jude fixes on her with an unwavering intensity. He places his hands atop her knees and spreads her legs, moving tightly against her thighs. He positions himself at her entrance and slides his cock against her slick folds.
“You want my cock in your hot little pussy?” he asks, and I can tell he’s teasing her, barely pushing inside her before withdrawing.
“Yes, fuck me, please,” she begs, squeezing her thighs against him.
Jude moves his hands firmly to her hips, and with one powerful thrust, he enters her to the hilt. Emma shouts a loud cry of pleasure, and I feel Jude’s cock fill her. I ease my thrusts to a near standstill, because now my twin takes over, fucking her with a fierceness that betrays exactly how hard he’s been restraining himself until now.
I groan, holding her tight, my teeth finding her shoulder again, because fucking goddamn — she’s clenching down, and my cock is feasting on the friction coming from her tight walls and Jude’s shaft pistoning inside her with the force of a charging bull.
I’ve never teased a woman like this, but holy fuck, I get it. Emma yells her first climax almost immediately, the heavenly sound filling the room as it explodes out of her like a grenade going off. She clenches down around our cocks, and her juices flow, wetting us both and running down her thighs. I thought I was addicted to her before, but this right here, goddamn.
Jude keeps going, his powerful thrusts rocking us, and I continue slowly fucking her tight ass as well, trying to hold back my own orgasm.
Her whole body shaking, she takes in a gasp of air and yells out our names, the sexiest fucking string of profanity rolling off her tongue as she comes again, sandwiched tightly between us.
After that, I can’t tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins, because her entire body is constricted with tension, and she’s panting continuously between moans. I release her throat, holding onto her with both arms wrapped around her, pulling her back onto my chest as my brot
her fucks her pussy even harder.
I can see her eyes rolling back, and I place my lips at her ear. “Breathe, honey. Give yourself up.”
Her body is rigid between us, but she leans into me, her arms no longer pulling at the restraints, surrendering herself.
Jude slows his pace and matches me, hard and slow. The friction is exquisite, Emma filled to the maximum with both of us inside of her. She can’t shout any longer, her voice already becoming hoarse. Her breasts heave under my touch, and the sexiest goddamn whimpers escape as I run my cock in and out of her ass.
She has me right there, and I snake my hand around her throat one last time, needing to hear the words. I apply pressure, capturing her attention. “Tell me you love me.”
Emma turns her head to me, her eyes glazed, her lips swollen and red from biting down on them. It’s barely a whisper, but I hear it. “I love you.”
I squeeze harder and kiss her on the cheek. “Again, honey. Tell me you love me as I come inside you.”
Another moan escapes before she says, “I love you so much.”
“God, I fucking love you, too, honey.” I groan and kiss her again as my cock twitches deep inside her ass. My balls tighten, and I come, holding onto her as tight as I dare, struggling to endure the intensity of the euphoria sweeping through my body and weakening my thighs. My knees bend, but I force myself to stay upright.
Jude seizes Emma’s lips in a long kiss, and his thrusts slow even further, to a love-making pace. Her eyes close with the change of rhythm, and their kiss deepens, his groans mingled with her sighs. He only breaks to touch his forehead to hers, an erotic tension flooding his features as he comes. He holds his breath for far too long before letting out a relieved moan.
Her head tips back to my shoulder, and she focuses her eyes on my brother as she whispers the same words she told me. “I love you, Jude.”
His eyes fly to hers, and he works quickly to release her wrists from the cloth binding. Her hands fall immediately to the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss.
I’m too close to avoid hearing it, though his whisper is meant only for her. “I love you, too, Emma Collins.”
Emma tries to hold back a sniffle, but I can feel the sob rising from deep inside her body as well. It comes out in a soft choking sound, the last vestige of the day’s stressful events finally escaping. All the tension released, she melts into my arms, exhausted.
We help her out of the leg straps and gently set her to the ground, cradling her between us. I twist to see her face, and there are slow tears running down her cheeks, but a smile of supreme contentment on her lips.
Jude touches his lips to her forehead then pulls back, giving her a sweet smile, one I’ve seldom seen on him. “Are you ready for us to take you to bed now? Ready to snuggle in for some sleep?” he asks.
Emma lets out a tired but satisfied laugh and nods. “Oh my God, yes.”
11
Emma
The Pentabyte offices have calmed considerably since the successful BHC sting operation.
There was a joint press conference during which the FBI gave brief details about the sting operation, and the SEC and IRS suits also took a turn at the podium, explaining that during the course of their investigations they had to use many diversion tactics and smoke screens to throw BHC off the trail and prevent them from destroying crucial evidence before the sting operation could be carried out. They concluded by saying that Pentabyte was never formally under investigation by either department of the government.
Pentabyte’s stock has been on the rebound ever since the warrants failed to surface, but since the press conference, it’s climbing much more rapidly. Today, there are no more government suits lingering about in the lobby, and the atmosphere is almost jubilant. There are smiles on the faces of the staff who step into the elevator to join me for the morning trip upstairs.
But things aren’t quite back to normal — or maybe this is the new normal — because when I exit the elevator and step into the main reception area of Pentabyte HQ, it’s far from quiet and empty.
The waiting lounge is nearly full of eager visitors. Some of them are young and bright-eyed, fidgeting nervously with their phones, folders, and portfolios on their laps. Others are older and dressed to impress in nice suits, briefcases at their feet. They all have the look of hopeful job applicants, unsure of their future prospects and yet excited for the opportunity to be here.
I understand. I feel the same way at the moment. I’ve accepted the guys — heart, mind, and soul — and I’m ecstatic to also be working with them here at Pentabyte, but this is the first time I’m arriving as a newly employed member of the company. It’s a lot different than going to clock-in for a shift at the hospital.
Maria looks up from her desk, her smile becoming wider as she sees me. “Miss Collins! So nice to have you with us.”
I spare a side glance to the job seekers, not missing the wide eyes and jaws falling open. My name has been in the media a lot lately, first as the rising star BHC was bringing on board, then being lauded as the person responsible for taking those fuckers down — the guys refused to let me share the limelight with them, preferring to stay on the fringes — and now, as the newest talent to join Pentabyte. “Thank you, Maria. I’m excited to get started.”
“Good, because the guys are waiting on you. They’re in the room across from Jude’s office, the one with the blinds drawn. You all must be cooking up something good,” she says with a grin.
The guys got up at the crack of dawn this morning, saying they needed to head to the office early. They insisted that I come in on my own, at my regularly scheduled time, instead of arriving with them. They made it sound as if they just didn’t want to disturb my sleep, but it was probably a subtle reminder that what happens behind closed doors is our business, but we need to keep things at work separated. I’m an employee now, so they’re technically my bosses. Of course, I shouldn’t be strolling into Pentabyte arm-in-arm with them. How would that look?
I thank Maria and head down the hall toward the guys’ offices. As I make my way through the building, I wave and smile at the few familiar faces I see, although there are far more that I don’t know yet. But I will, soon. I’ll be here for the next year or so, until my software launch is complete.
Jude’s office comes into view, and my stomach does a flip when I see his name on the door and his brother’s on the next door down. A twinge of arousal floods through me as a vision from the other night rushes through my memory. The illicit images have been provoking me every moment I allow my mind to be unoccupied. The things they did to me — I only hunger for more.
Across from their offices, I see the room Maria referred to, it’s glass walls obstructed by blinds. Pausing at the door, I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. I chase away the vision, reorienting myself to proper workplace thoughts. Keep it professional, Emma. Working with the guys may be much tougher than I’d expected. I’ve finally learned to let go of my shyness when it comes to them, and now I’ve got to rein it in again.
Opening the door and stepping inside, my eyes are drawn to the only furniture in the room — a small conference table with just enough space for the six of us to sit. I take in the scene as a thrill runs up my spine, making the tiny hairs at the back of my neck stand to attention. This is my life now, and it’s just fucking amazing.
“Hi guys. What’s going on in here?” I ask.
Jude stands from his seat, followed by the rest of the men. “We wanted a gathering place just for us today, something more private than the conference room.”
A smile settles on my face as I move to the one empty chair. “Won’t people talk if I have such exclusive access to the board of Pentabyte?”
The guys shoot looks at each other that I can’t quite read, and it makes me tense up a little. Did I cross the line with my joke? I sink into my chair, feeling nervous about this arrangement for the first time. Most of the guys sit back down as well, but Jude remains standi
ng.
“That’s part of the reason we wanted to meet this morning, before you get started here,” he says in a serious tone.
The resolute expression on his face is a bit unsettling, but I nod. “Okay,” I say. Perhaps this is a meeting to sort things out — they need to go over the rules and the code of conduct and establish clear boundaries on how we’re going to interact during my work with Pentabyte.
Jude shuffles some papers around on the table in front of him, and I get the distinct impression that he’s stalling.
“What is it?” I ask, trying to brace myself. The tension in the room has risen a considerable degree since I entered, and I don’t like it.
“We…” He stops and draws in a deep breath then raises his gaze to meet mine. “We have some bad news,” Jude says.
A spike of fear lodges itself in my chest, and I can’t help but notice every one of them looking at me like they’re expecting something bad to happen, wariness on their faces.
“Alright,” I say slowly, trying to keep my racing heart under control. “What’s the bad news?
All the guys make eye contact with Jude, and he takes another moment to check with each of them before continuing, his brow furled. “We’ve decided not to purchase your software.”
The thrill I felt when I first walked in takes on a sharp edge and tumbles down into the pit that opens up in my stomach. “Oh…”
A long moment of silence fills the room. The guys are alternately staring at me and giving each other furtive glances, as though they’re waiting for me to say something, but I’m absolutely baffled at this turn of events.
“Do you mind telling me why?” I manage to croak out.
It’s Daniel who speaks up first. “After much discussion, we’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not the best move for us, after all.”
I nod, my body on automatic pilot as my mind races to make sense of this. I hear the words I see come out of my mouth, but I’m actually not clear on anything.
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