Make me Yours Evermore

by Cari Silverwood

  I felt and heard the scrape of metal and the click as Chris linked my wrist cuffs. “That’ll stop you clawing at me.”

  A hand lifted my chin. Andreas. In fake bravado, I twisted up one side of my mouth in a what-the-hell-do-you-want kind of look.

  “We’re going to clean you up, Kat. You have dirt all over you. Some blood even. Poor thing.”

  Emotions spun about. Tears leaked. The sheer caring I saw there in his actions undid me. I hated him seeing and I blinked madly. “I can do it myself. A shower, you know?” My hopefulness embarrassed me.

  “No. We’re doing this. You have to understand that from now on, you’re ours.”

  Chris slid his hands up my arms, gripping them above my elbows. “You’re like a blank page for me to draw on.” He said the words to my ear, quiet yet harsh, like he’d sieved them through his teeth. “Just that one bird tat, here.” He bit my shoulder where the flock of ravens took flight.

  I whined, scared, praying he’d let go soon and gasping when he did. Chris was a little the wrong side of crazy, couldn’t Andreas see that?

  My world was splintering. I knew what they wanted to do with me, had known for ages but had barely gone there cause it was wrong and scary. My mind veered. What I didn’t know was if I could handle it. My breaths came shorter, shallower.

  I hung my head, tried one last desperate plea. “I can do this myself.”

  Their conversation came to me like some distant recording. I couldn’t bear to look up anymore. I’d held out for days, kept myself sane by being angry at Chris and now they were what, cleaning me? I struggled to understand my situation. My…everything.

  They want to hurt me and fuck me. The hurt, I could probably take, so long as Chris stayed sane, but…I didn’t fuck anymore.

  It’d been a few years since I’d had sex with a man, since I’d gotten off anytime except at the touch of a vibe or fingers or tongue at a play party from a Dom. The wrench from the warped relationship with Erik the Uber-sadist had messed me up. My heart had never recovered; my sexuality was, but slowly.

  A warm cloth soaked my shoulder and meandered down my spine, while another gently slid across my face. The water ran in little trails down off my breasts and dripped off my nipples. Already the rug underfoot darkened from being wet.

  “Hey.” The finger beneath my chin encouraged me to look up. Andreas’s brown eyes seemed full of sympathy but also latent lust. Without warning he leaned in and kissed me, his lips sliding over mine, awakening a burn where the rope had been. When I tried to respond to his kiss he moved on, putting small kisses on my throat.

  “Stay there.”

  I gritted my teeth at his assumption but couldn’t follow as he went lower with the cloth, circling, going to one knee and circling my nipple like it was some holy grail.

  “Don’t. It’s not…” Not what? Even I wasn’t sure. Not his?

  Chris laughed. “This is where we’re going? Why not? Let’s fuck her first.”

  Andreas pressed his mouth to my nipple and for a moment I could feel the slide of his lips and soft tongue as he sucked on me. But he went lower, shifting down, wet cloth then lips circumnavigating my belly button, traipsing over belly muscles to… Oh god…my mound.

  I arched, just the tiniest amount, not wanting to show I wanted him there. I should’ve known I’d lose. With these two men I always did. But that instinctive response I fought to the last until I gasped and arched more. His tongue needed to be there.

  Fascinated, I watched his head slide, felt the tiny suction of more small kisses. God, he was going to kiss me on my clit. Then he did. My awareness expanded, scintillated, shivered into pain. Chris had bitten my back at the curve of my waist. Warm wet ecstasy at my front, nibbling teeth at my back. Teeth met on my ass, and I squeaked. He’d gone from cleansing arms and fingers to biting. The multiple sensations flurried across my body, twining, intermingling.

  “No,” I gasped. With bound hands, I tried to grab Chris’s hair. He growled, and sank his teeth deeper, hanging onto my ass until I desisted.

  I weakened, relaxing into the ropes, closing my eyes. A tongue met the divide of my bottom and slid down, nipping, licking. Two men down there, playing with me and I was their little puppet being bumped to and fro by first one licking then the other biting.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I stirred, lust rising, pumping slowly through me. My clit swelled. The throb of my blood. The rhythmic rasp of air in my throat. The silence when my body locked momentarily in its climb toward climax. Hands were on my legs, on my hips, the ropes, the leather…I couldn’t get away. Loved that. Then, it stopped.

  I whined, just a little. Though Andreas softly teased my clit for a second more, the lapping of their tongues, the nipping, ceased, and I heard them stand. Transfixed, unable to believe, and one glorious moment from coming, I opened my eyes.

  Beads of sweat coursed past the outer limit of my eyebrow.

  “Beautiful.” That was Chris and he kissed my mouth.

  “Yes.” Andreas delivered a gentle kiss on the other corner of my mouth.

  I was so close to begging. The ache lessened but never left me and I twisted my hands around the metal linking them.

  “Eyes down.” Chris pushed on my head.

  The curse I meant to say locked in my throat. I hesitated then lowered my head.

  As they undressed, they touched me – shoulder, waist, my hair, and someone’s fingers trailed across the divide of my ass – as if they wanted to remind me they were there. Their clothes sifted to the floor and I watched their feet. Large feet. Men’s feet. My gulping breathing slowed. But my heart pattered faster.

  Men. No choice.

  They surrounded me again, not knowing how fear was fluttering in.

  “We’re going to fuck you.” With his hands at my waist, and chin on my head, Andreas’s words drifted to me. “We’re going to make you enjoy this.”

  I smelled him, so close, so warm. The muscles of his chest bumped into my bound breasts, stirring electric tingles.

  “Chris. We can’t both take her at once.”

  I listened as they discussed me, knowing I’d scream if they were violent. Knowing I’d likely hate them after if…if… I needed something. I hadn’t fucked a man, or been fucked, for so many years. I’d run away for so long that I hadn’t known how to stop.

  Tears teased my eyes. I blinked them away.

  They had me at their mercy. I hung on the edge of enlightenment, fumbling for an answer inside the mess of my thoughts.

  Shock. A cock slid in my juices, from back to front, the full length of my slit. I groaned at the exquisite sensation, and at the man at my back holding my hips. Then I jerked my hands, trying to get them free. I flip flopped from awareness of rising pleasure, to panic, and back. I needed something, something more.

  He slid the head of his cock a half inch in. My entrance opened only a fraction. But I was wet. I’d almost come, it was no wonder I was wet. Nothing to do with him entering me. Trying to. I gulped. Nothing at all.

  I could feel him, there, in me, poised.

  “Tight,” he grunted. Chris had won the first go at me.

  In a weird effort at misdirection I murmured a taunt. “You lost, Andreas?”

  “No. Hell no.” His voice rocked with laughter. “You dare tease me with his cock in you?”

  There was a pain where Chris stretched me, prodded. Thoughts screamed in circles. Stop, stop, stop. If he moved in deeper, I’d tear.

  His thrust jarred me forward and I bit back a scream at the hurt. Had his cock moved? At all? Had I torn?

  “Fuck. Relax, woman. How can you be this tight?”

  “You won’t fit!”

  He snorted. “I will. I’m big but not that big.”

  I choked air in and out, spasming still. I wasn’t telling them. Not them. Not why. That was me. My past.

  Andreas caught my hair, sending fire into my scalp as he twisted his grip.

  Oh. I shuddered.

  His
mouth engulfed mine; his tongue sought mine. I answered timidly.

  The hum in his throat spoke of desire. I wanted him, and in that moment I wanted the cock that was in me. I wanted it delving higher, fucking me, until the darkness made me yearn to get away. No.

  “I want to do this again with rope in your mouth.” His lips breathed the words into my mouth. “I want you, your sexy red hair, your body, your love.”

  Love? An anchor. A good one. I scrabbled to hold onto the good. I felt that foreign object, that invading cock slide inexorably inward.

  Hurts. Hurts. Hurts. But all I allowed out was a tiny scream that grated on my throat.

  “There. Yes. Fuck, yes.” Chris rammed in, sliding, hurting me again, hitting somewhere high inside. A luscious heat spread, aching. Pain interwove with lust. My mouth was forced to bump into Andreas’s while someone’s fingers searched between my legs then found the nub of my clit.

  I moaned.

  “That’s it, Kat. Let yourself go.” His fingers were stone entwined in strands of my hair.

  “Oh god,” I whispered, on the verge of nirvana, of letting go…

  His cock must be forged of iron. My walls clamped down harder as if to push him out of me.

  Then he shoved in again.

  No.

  Mayhem erupted, rampaged through my consciousness. I struggled crazily, feeling pain where I wrenched at rope and hand, making nails scrape across my thigh. I couldn’t get free, couldn’t lose the fierce hold on my hair.

  “No! Stop! I can’t…can’t –”

  They closed me down, instantly – their muscles were bigger, stronger, their grip fierce. Drained and sweaty, mind swirling crazily but my body irrefutably theirs, I sucked in needed air. I quivered.

  No pause in the rhythm of their fucking. Chris locked his arm about my upper arms. Death grip.

  Fuck. My worries shrank to a back-of-the-mind blot then to nothingness. My thoughts were only of what they did, where they touched me, forced me, thrilled me, opened me. My pants became a litany of sexual grunts.

  I clenched around his cock, my body bowing backward in a remorseless desire for more. The liquid slip and slide of him inside me spoke of my arousal. I shut my eyes, finding heaven forced upon me.

  Harder. More. My pussy squeezed in. I was theirs. No choice. None.

  A hand twined in the harness at my front, winding the rope ever tighter about my breasts. Fingers strummed on my clit.

  The storm erupted, unraveling its quota of lightning, the orgasm seizing me, shaking me to my core. I cried out, mind blank as I gasped over and over. The cock in me slammed in harder. The man’s body slapped against my ass, then he grunted and the heat of cum swelled inside.

  I wound down, my legs trembling. I had his cum inside me. Distaste vied with the glorious mind-fog of an orgasm.

  By the time the ropes and ties were off me, I was shattered. I crumpled toward the rug then was caught and held. Someone caressed me. I was lost, fractured. I’d given far too much. Would I ever find myself again?

  Chapter 18

  Andreas

  When Chris undid the last of the rope, she collapsed onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around Kat to stop her sliding to the floor, frowning at the contentment filling me. All because I had Kat in my arms? I shook my head, despairing at understanding me, let alone her.

  Judging from how much of her weight I carried, her legs had pretty much given way entirely.

  Kat sighed and muttered, “He’s still an asshole.”

  My chuckle made us both jiggle and Chris pulled a worried face at me. “What?”

  I snorted and shook my head. “Later.”

  “Let’s get her in the shower.”

  I lifted Kat into my arms. “Shower. Then let her rest somewhere? What you did to her yesterday, and Scrim, and now this…she’s dead on her feet. You’ll have to punish her tomorrow.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps, though she’s tired, not dying. Punishment is best served up on the same day. Leave it too long and the effect is less.”

  I bent and nuzzled her hair, inhaling. Whatever she’d been up to, no matter how exhausted she was, she smelled exactly like a woman should. The rest of her…as I paced to the shower, I checked that out too. With my arm wrapped under her in support, my hand was next to her breast. I stroked her there with a finger, smiling when she stirred and peeked up at me.

  “I can stand.”

  I growled and she flinched and shut up fast. That flinch bothered me, even if I’d caused it.

  Those lips were a huge temptation. I stopped walking and lowered my head.

  There were rope indentations across her face and around her tits. Somehow that made her look hotter. Maybe I was way, way kinkier than I thought? I kissed her, exploring softly at first. The give of her mouth under mine and her small whimper made my cock stiffen.

  “What the fuck.” Chris threw in few more curses. “Keep walking and stop getting an extra taste. And don’t drop her.”

  “I think this is my payment for doing the grunt work and carrying her. You’re scheduled for the next kiss.” It was an amusing concept – sharing her like any other possession.

  Chris lightly smacked my shoulder. “Maybe I should stick a timetable on the fridge.”

  Her eyes seemed to grow larger.

  I kept the kiss going with deeper tongue, forcing her head back, and opening her mouth underneath mine until she moaned and wriggled those hips. Nice hips. Those and the just-right plumpness of her ass, the scent of her arousal and Chris’s cum, said fuckable to my balls in a universal language. I swallowed and readjusted her weight, regretting that I’d let Chris take her first. But I wasn’t making her have sex again so soon. Not when she’d been ready to keel over.

  “There room in the shower for all of us?”

  “Absolutely.” Chris grinned. “Don’t take too long getting there.” He set off down the hall.

  Being kissed or released from the bondage, or both, had revived Kat. She struggled in my arms. “I want to have a shower by myself. I never agreed to you…either of y –”

  “Quiet. This isn’t a democracy. You don’t get a say anymore. Get used to it.”

  When she swallowed, and her mouth quirked down at one corner, I smiled grimly. “Now you got the message.” I kissed her forehead.

  “I don’t –” She stared to the side.

  “Shh!”

  Just knowing I had this woman at my command made my dick grow two sizes bigger and my toes curl. Funny. Her obedience pleased me, but the flighty eye contact made my stomach clench. I wanted her to look at me. You could see inside someone’s soul through their eyes.

  “Fuck,” she whispered and took a ragged breath.

  I let that one go.

  Where was I getting this from? Was this me? A me I’d never dared explore? I thought about it as I went the last few yards to the bathroom door. With Kat it simply seemed right. Now that my anger at her dishonesty had diminished, I realized something else. If I became completely and absolutely certain that she hated me for doing this, I would stop. I couldn’t go on…no matter what Chris wanted.

  It would break me to keep going if there was only hate.

  From the sounds of it, Chris had the water running.

  In some freaky way, I was enjoying the fact that she’d not spoken another word, that she’d snuggled herself into me after giving in. When she took a breath, with her nose on my chest then hummed contentedly, it was like seeing the hint of gold on the horizon at the rising of the sun. That’s when I knew. This might be illegal, immoral, and grounds for going to hell for eternity, but in that moment, I knew, we were meant to be together this way.

  I sighed. If only that moment were guaranteed to last. I also knew nothing was ever certain. Doubts were just around the corner.

  Going in sideways, I nudged the half open door.

  The ivory-themed bathroom had a big tiled area with a glass wall separating the shower from the rest of the room. Mist rose from the steaming
water. Outside a long, narrow window, the fronds of a brilliant green tree fern curled and tapped against the glass, shaken by the outside breeze.

  I set Kat on her feet, steadied her when she wobbled for a second, then I guided her into the shower area where Chris waited. He stood at the edge of the shower. Water cascaded over his startling white-blond hair then down his body, the rivulets carving out the landscape of his muscles. For an accountant he sure had the badass vibe going. The man had a lot more bulk to his shoulders, chest and thighs than me but he trained like mad at his martial arts.

  When Kat slowed and hesitated, I wondered if he scared her. I put my hand to her back. “In. He won’t bite.”

  “Does,” she muttered but after a moment of tension, where I could see the muscles of her arms and back tighten then relax, she walked in. That exaggerated roll of the pelvis only women could do had me watching her ass.

  The slow up and down wander of Chris’s gaze said he appreciated the view from the front.

  “Stand there.” He pointed to a spot under the shower.

  Again she hesitated, though her head was down. Bravado, maybe. This wasn’t the place for wrestling and from what I’d just seen of her, this weary version of Kat would give in if pushed slightly. So I urged her forward with little steps until we were both under the shower spray. Then I turned her body and pushed her into Chris’s arms.

  I smiled when she went without protesting. Tiredness or maybe she was accepting her fate, or both? Either way, though I’d have loved to hug her some more, this way I could observe everything he did to her.

  She’d closed her eyes already and relaxed into his hold.

  It was the first time I’d seen her surrender when she wasn’t bound. Nothing held her there except for her own mind. Chris gave in to temptation. He wrapped his arms across her chest beneath those luscious breasts and began to caress them.

  I grabbed a second bar of soap and helped lather her skin. Her nipples peaked under our roving hands. Every curve of her was smooth and soft and led my palms up or down to yet another feminine slope.