“Good girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty breath and the heat of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken his clothes off and was he completely naked?
Her imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on her nipples started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator against her clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and settled deep in her clit.
“Oh god, no…yes.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as her body hurled toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold dribbling into her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to the maximum, Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the fight when the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.
Her orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas laughed.
“Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.”
Sure enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst into another release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her behind. Her Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her breath. Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones, and Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.
“I can’t, please, no more…”
Both men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the onslaught on her senses started again. They must have switched places, because the hits to her abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting away altogether gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her clamps were far harder.
“You’ll come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita, and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Heat rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or threat, she couldn’t quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her senses, until pain and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed in one orgasm after the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and Peyton screamed until she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton went limp in her restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.
“That’s my girl. Stay with us now.”
A water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The cool water soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad shoulder in front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating away in that happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious oversensitive tissues. Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and happy, as something cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs removed.
Someone supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear the most erotic sound ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in desperate need as those ropes rested either side of her slit.
“She’s so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, and puffs of air skittered across her wet labia as though he was on his knees, and looking his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought brought it with it another gush of her juices, and Jonas groaned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Taste her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her scream again.”
Pedro’s strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward him and he devoured her mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick against her pussy made her whimper into Pedro’s kiss.
Dear god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue between her legs, and when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom lip, everything inside Peyton tightened in need.
“Talk to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she makes you feel. How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”
Pedro’s dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind them had Peyton teeter on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped at her pussy as though he was drowning.
Trembles started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into her legs as he held her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid them to the seam of her thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and her torso until she was suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught up in the intricate patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on her scalp was any indication.
Hot breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she heard Jonas’s voice in between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.
“She’s so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like honey, and she likes it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my tongue, trying to draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn fucking tight, Pedro. Fuck.”
Pedro’s breaths in her ear grew harsher, and he groaned deep in his throat.
“Fuck her with your fingers, Jonas, and then make her lick your fingers clean.”
Peyton whimpered at the skillful invasion of long, clever fingers that gave her no choice but to come again. No sooner had she come, slick digits entered her mouth, and still shaking from aftershocks, she did her best to lick them clean.
“How is that cock of yours now, Jonas? Eager to sink into my girl and fuck her brains out?”
“Fuck yes. Let’s make her scream.” Jonas’s groaned response seemed to come from far way and both men moved away.
Peyton moaned around the retreating fingers in her mouth, as Pedro chose that moment to pull the plug out her ass. The movement stung and Peyton winced and whined at the curious empty feeling. Jonas swore and time seemed to stand still as the unmistakable broad tip of a cock slid through her exposed cunt, while another breached her ass. Which man was who Peyton’s befuddled brain could not compute, as her body went into sensation overload. Firm hands grasped her breasts and hips, and once her ass was completely full of cock, the teasing slide through her slit stopped, as her pussy hole too was filled to the brim. Peyton struggled to draw air into her breaths, as her internal muscles clenched around the thick invasion.
Unrecognizable sounds spilled from her lips, as both men started to move inside her and tissues screamed and nerve endings exploded, until Peyton didn’t think she could stand anymore. Two sets of hands touched her everywhere, two mouths bit and suckled until her entire body was just a mass of sensation and her orgasm built and built. The men moved faster, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room as their bodies moved as one, and they ruthlessly sought their own release, sending her body into spasms of ecstasy.
Jonas grunted his release into her shoulder with a muffled, “Fuck, yes.”
Fingers circled her clit and pinched the bundles of nerves, and Peyton’s release peaked in a kaleidoscope of colors that took her breath away as Pedro swore into her neck and the men thrust harder, sending her further into bliss.
When Peyton was finally able to breathe in a normal rhythm, she winced as sore muscles protested, and Pedro and Jonas both withdrew from the tight clasp of her body. She blinked in the sudden light when her blindfold was removed, and focused on Pedro’s deep voice. She couldn’t understand the whispered words uttered in Spanish, but her heart leapt for joy anyway at the turbulent emotions she sensed in him. Emotions that matched her own, and she shut her eyes and rested her head on his broad shoulders while Jonas set to work freeing her out of her ropes.
“Hang on in there, baby, I’ll get you out of these in just a jiffy.” Peyton smiled at the gentle concern in that deep voice.
“Take your time, Jonas. I’ve got her,” Pedro said and kissed her nose.
One by one the ropes fell away, and Jonas massaged her legs and arms, while she lay in Pedro’s arms, floating in and out of awareness. The men talked to each other in hushed tones. Words she didn’t quite catch. She whimpered when Pedro moved her, or was it Jonas? It was all becoming a bit of a blur again, as her back hit a soft surface and a warm washcloth wiped away the sticky evidence of what they had just done. A water bottle was lifted to her lips and Peyton drank her fill, and snug
gled back into Pedro’s embrace. A soft kiss to her nape startled her, and her mind clearing slightly, she looked up into Jonas’s smiling blue eyes.
“Take care of each other now, but if you get fed up of this Spanish hothead, you know where to find me.”
Peyton shook her head and smiled up at him, while Pedro tensed.
“Fuck off, Jonas. This was a onetime deal.”
Jonas smirked and winked at Peyton.
“See what I mean?” he asked and tapped her nose, before he straightened, pulled his trousers on and left.
The soft thud of the door sounded too loud in the quiet room, and Pedro tilted Peyton’s head up to make her look at him.
“How are you doing there, pequeñita? Back with me?”
Pedro smiled when she nodded.
“Yes, thank you, Sir. That was…incredible.”
Pedro sobered and Peyton swallowed hard at the sudden intensity in his hazel gaze.
“My pleasure.” He looked as though he was going to say something else and then thought better of it. Peyton snuggled back into his embrace, content to just be in his arms.
The knock on the door startled them both, and Pedro drew the blanket a bit tighter around her shoulders and slid Peyton off his lap and onto the leather couch they’d been snuggling on.
Peyton’s breath hitched when Pedro strolled across the playroom naked, bent to pick up his leather trousers, and pulled them up, before he opened the door a crack.
Slade’s worried face appeared, and Peyton sat up straighter.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Pedro, but there’s a telegram from Spain. I didn’t even know they did those anymore. Anyway, the courier is not willing to leave it with anyone else but you. It looks important.”
Pedro scowled and Peyton struggled to her feet and padded across to him.
“He’ll be right there, won’t you, Sir?”
Slade looked between them and nodded once.
“Make sure he does, Peyton. This guy tried his house first and tracked him down here.” Pedro swore and stalked away from the door. Slade shot a glance to Pedro, and added more quietly so that only Peyton could hear.
“I have a bad feeling about this. This can’t be good news.”
Slade shut the door and Peyton’s heart sank. Telegrams were never good news.
Chapter Twelve
Pedro stalked around the playroom, while he waited for Peyton to reemerge from the adjacent bathroom. That annoying itch was back, stronger than ever. Why would anyone go through the trouble of arranging a telegram? There was only one person who would. The same stubborn, bigoted old fart he hadn’t talked to in over twenty years.
What the fuck did he want with him now, and why did it bother him after all this time? The toilet flushed and Pedro stopped his pacing around the room and fixed a smile of sorts on his face for Peyton. Deliciously rumpled-looking still, she held her corset up with one hand and gave him an impish grin.
“I struggled to get into this contraption once today. I’m not gyrating again. Could you lace me in, please, Sir?”
Pedro’s lips kicked up in a genuine smile at her words, and he motioned for her to turn around.
“Gyrating, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now? There was me thinking Jonas and I just fucked your brains out while you hung Shibari tied like the tasty morsel you are.”
Putting his hands on her hips, he yanked her back against him, and he could feel her tremble under his fingertips. He lifted her hair over her shoulder and out of the way, and indulged himself by nibbling along the curve of her graceful neck.
Peyton gasped and her breathing sped up.
“Sir, we need to go.” She whispered the words even as she ground her ass into his groin and made him hard again. He would never get enough of this woman, and she was his.
“I know that, but if I want to indulge myself with my sub for a while, I’ll fucking well do that. That blasted telegram has waited this long. It can wait a little longer.”
He inhaled deeply against her neck, taking in the scent of his woman, and bit down on the rapidly pulsing point with enough force to leave a mark. Peyton groaned, and he licked the half-moon indentation he’d left behind on her pale skin and then yanked on her laces.
Peyton squeaked and let her head fall back against his chest to look up at him.
“Sir, it helps if I can breathe, you know.”
Pedro laughed and released some of the tension on the laces, and Peyton relaxed.
“Breathing is overrated, don’t you know.”
Peyton smiled up at him, and he tied the laces off and smacked her ass. She made a show of rubbing her butt and stuck her tongue out at him, and Pedro shook his head.
“You’ll pay for that later, minx. Now, let’s see what all this fuss is about.”
He strolled ahead of her, but his steps faltered the closer he came to the office where he knew Slade would be waiting with the courier. They had to walk through the main play area to get there, and even the familiar sounds and smells of the club didn’t soothe the renewed churning in his gut. Peyton slipped her hand into his and grasped onto his biceps with her free hand and some of his tension left him at her quiet support. Nodding to the people he knew, he weaved his way around the stations, and entered the door marked Office without knocking.
A burly-looking motorcycle courier sipped a cup of coffee while Laura hovered behind Slade, looking worried. Mike stood scowling, arms crossed in one corner of the room, and Scarlett paced the floor.
“There you are,” Slade said, and the courier straightened.
Pedro let go of Peyton’s hand and held it out to the leather-clad man.
“Pedro Hernandez. I believe you’ve got something for me.”
The man looked him up and down, and that itch returned tenfold.
“You’ve got identification on you, mate? No offence, but you could be anyone.” The man smirked and his eyes widened when he took in Peyton behind Pedro. Pedro didn’t like the way this guy ran his gaze all over his girl, but before he could react, Scarlett stepped up with his wallet.
“Procured it from you locker, while we were waiting for you,” she said, and Pedro cocked an eyebrow at her. He’d have to have words later. Since when did Scarlett know his locker combination?
She simply shrugged her shoulders at him and Pedro took out his driver’s license and showed it to the courier.
“Okay then, that’ll do. Sign here, Mr. Hernandez, and if someone could show me out of here…”
“Follow me.” Mike opened the door that led straight to the car park, and the courier stepped through with Mike on his heels.
Peyton stepped up behind him and hugged him while he stood staring at the innocuous-looking envelope as though it might bite him.
“You gonna open that, Pedro?” Slade asked.
“Unless you have developed X-ray vision, that action might prove helpful to determine what’s in there,” Scarlett said, and he threw her a withering look. Mike came back into the room, and he drew Scarlett into a hug. She patted his head without once taking her eyes off Pedro, and Slade drew Laura on his lap.
“You need to open it, Pedro.” Laura chimed in and he sighed. His fucking hands shook as he fumbled with the envelope and he swore, all too aware of the quiet strength coming from the people in the room. They were worried for him, and despite the situation, his chest felt tighter at the realization that these folks in here had his back. They were more like family to him that his own had been for the last decades, and he swallowed past the lump in his throat. What a fucking night to discover his feelings, this was.
Peyton’s soft hands closed over his, and he looked up into her compassionate gaze.
“Let me do that for you, Sir.”
He nodded and relinquished the envelope. Her eyes widened when she opened it, and she bit her lip. Worry slammed into his gut, winding him completely at her reaction. As subtle as it was, he knew her well. This wasn’t good news.
“What does it say, pequeña?”
he asked, and she shook her head.
“Maybe you should read this for yourself, Sir.”
“I said tell me.”
She jumped at the harsh tone he used, and then started to read.
Come home ASAP. Papa gravely ill. José.
A collective murmur of surprise went through the room and Pedro took the slip of paper off her, and swore. A long and rather inventive list of every cuss word he’d ever learned, and he screwed the piece of paper into a ball and tossed it into the wastepaper basket.
“Why the fuck should I care?” He turned his back on everyone and stared at the plain wall. Emotions churned like swirling waterfalls inside of him, and he was dimly aware of the room clearing out until he only sensed Peyton still with him. He tensed when she touched him lightly and then stepped around him until she could look up at him. Gentle fingers uncurled his clenched fists, and she snuggled into him. The sweet flowery scent of the shampoo she used in her hair tickled his nostrils, and after a moment’s hesitation he hugged her back. Images of his past filled his brain and he hugged her closer, taking the silent comfort she offered him.
“You’ll have to go, Sir,” she finally said, and he released his hold slightly to enable him to look at her properly. “You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t.”
The truth of those words scalded his insides like acid, and he winced and shook his head.
“It will only reopen old wounds. Nothing can be gained from this.”
“Bullshit.” Peyton wrenched herself out of his grasp, and slapped his chest with enough force to sting.
“Put me in the stocks when you’re back if I overstep the mark here, Sir, but that’s your father. You only have one, and you need to go and see him. Not for his sake, but yours. You know you do.”
The door opened and Slade stepped through, tablet in hand. He handed a bewildered Pedro the piece of equipment and he shook his head at the list of flights from Heathrow to Spain.
“I checked. All of those have room. Make the reservation and get your ass home, Pedro. I don’t want to see you back here until you’ve done that.”
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