by Zara Chase
“Do it again. Mark me, Cody,” she begged, squirming against him. “Make me feel like I belong to you.”
His teeth sank into her again and Justine cried out. This was the most sensual, most uninhibited sex she’d ever had, and something told her that Cody and Zac hadn’t really started with her yet.
As though sensing her desperation, Cody lifted his head from her breast and tugged on the chain that attached the clamps. Her body went into spasm and she screamed.
“Cody, I—”
“Lie on the rug.”
At last!
Justine did as he asked, squirming against the soft sheepskin, feeling abandoned and slightly wicked. She watched Cody as he produced fluffy restraints from the same cupboard that the clamps had been in. These guys were certainly prepared for all eventualities.
“Arms above your head.”
Justine lifted her arms and Cody fixed them to the brass fender rail.
“Now twist around, get on your knees, and give me access to that cute butt.”
Finally, I get to be spanked.
The restraints swivelled as she moved. Justine barely had time to get used to the new position before it went dark. Cody had blindfolded her, causing her excitement level to escalate. Long fingers tickled her pussy as the press studs on her gusset popped free. She widened her legs a little, figuring he’d like a better view. Cody didn’t say a word, but one hand tapped her buttocks, as though in warning. Then it slapped them, hard enough to force her forward and for her arms to give way.
“Get up.”
She struggled to do so, so excited, so turned-on, that she could feel juices flowing freely down her thighs. This time he hit her with something other than his hand. A paddle was her guess—a pimpled one that stung her skin with such exquisite pain that she almost came then and there. The next time he brought it down on her, she felt the plug being pushed farther into her butt. Just as suddenly, it was no longer there. She felt his fingers delving, and it slipped out with a soft plopping sound and a gush of liquid.
Cody’s weight settled behind her, and she felt his cock running down the crack in her ass. Her tits dangled beneath her body with the clamps still in place. His hands closed over them and she heard him growl his appreciation.
“Your tits are absolutely the best,” he murmured as he gave the chain another tug. “You ready to be fucked?”
“More than ready,” she said breathlessly.
Justine heard the sound of a packet being ripped open—a condom presumably—and felt lube being rubbed over her ass. It was hardly necessary. She was so wet she’d probably ruin their expensive rug. With his hands once again on her tits, Cody eased the tip of his cock into her backside. They both moaned as it sank in, stretching her, but not painfully.
“Okay?”
“Fine. Don’t treat me gently, Cody. Let me feel you fill me.”
“You have no idea how well I intend to fill you.” His voice was rich and earthy. “I just adore your ass, Justine. I’ve wanted to fuck it ever since you moved in and wiggled at me every day.”
She gasped. “I did not—”
He chuckled. “Perhaps I was just hoping.”
He eased his way in a little more, and she greedily pushed back to meet him, too excited to remain passive. His cock was thick, thank goodness, and felt wonderful as it forced its way into her narrow channel. Apparently satisfied that he wasn’t hurting her, Cody made a harder thrust and slammed himself all the way home. Justine cried out, unable to believe the intensity of her reaction, especially when one of his fingers rested on her clit and agitated hard.
They settled into a steady rhythm, Cody moaning and breathing hard as he plundered her ass. Justine fought to hold her position as, hands restrained, and blindfolded, she took everything Cody thrust into her, feeling alive and desirable as he gradually filled her completely.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, panting the words as he continued to grind into her. “It’s amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever known before.”
“I feel you now, Cody. I love your cock. You’re so damned huge.” She pushed back, moaning as he yanked the chain attached to her nipples. “Give me it harder. I’m close, really close.”
“I know you are, babe. I want you to come hard for me. Do it now. Let it go.”
Justine’s climax had been building ever since he slipped the tip of his cock into her. Now there was no stopping it. The inexorable need she felt filled her as completely as Cody’s cock. Her body pulsated, and passion flickered with the heart of a naked flame, finally combusting as wild sensations fragmented her senses, almost driving her out of her mind.
“It’s coming, Cody. Fuck me hard.”
“Ride it, babe.” He thrust into her with what felt like all his strength. “You’ve got it all now.”
He ground himself violently into her once more and Justine exploded.
“Shit, that’s done it!”
Cody didn’t wait for her to finish before he grunted, held her ass steady with both hands, and pounded into her.
“I’m coming, too,” he said unnecessarily. “Let me fuck you, babe,” he yelled, shooting his load.
Justine’s first climax had barely faded before her body was consumed by a second, less violent but more deeply intense, orgasm. She could scarcely believe it but didn’t hesitate to ride it for all she was worth. She quivered, every nerve ending singing with the pleasure of release long after Cody was spent.
They remained still for a moment afterward, regaining their breath and their reason. Justine smiled, probably looking like a cat who’d been let loose on a whole vat of cream, when Cody removed the blindfold and released her hands.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling her into his arms and kissing her without giving her a chance to reply.
“Yes,” she said when he released her lips for long enough to let her speak. “That was quite something.”
“Wasn’t it just.”
They turned to see Zac sitting on the settee, fully clothed, looking as though he’d thoroughly enjoyed the show.
Chapter Six
“She’s a natural,” Cody said, helping Justine to her feet.
Zac grinned at Justine. “No arguments there.”
“What happened with the call?” Cody asked, reverting to business mode with a speed that Justine found almost insulting.
“No dice, we’ll have to go in the morning.”
“Damn!”
“Yeah, damn.”
Justine curled up in a chair, still wearing her basque with her tits hanging out of it, not the slightest bit self-conscious. The way her luck had been running recently she wasn’t surprised to have found these two only for them to disappear on her. Still, they had tonight.
“Early start,” Zac said. “We have to be out of here by five.”
Cody rolled his eyes. “Great!”
“Yeah, we’d best hit the sack.”
So that was it. It seemed like they’d forgotten all about her, and Justine wondered what she was supposed to say or do.
“You’ll be away a week?” she asked.
“Yes, maybe less. You’ll be okay without us?”
She shrugged. “Sure, I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.”
“You know how to get hold of us,” Zac said, standing up. “Call or e-mail with any problems, and when we get back, we’ll resume where we left off.” Zac pulled her to her feet and gave her a brief kiss. “We won’t disturb you in the morning, so this is good-bye for a short time.”
Justine rustled up a smile, determined not to let them see how hurt she felt by Zac’s sudden loss of interest in her. He had business problems and she already knew him well enough to understand that business was his god, but even so.
“Go shopping while we’re away,” he said, lowering his voice to an intimate drawl. “Buy something real sexy with the company credit card to welcome us back with.”
Cody kissed her as well. “Did I hurt you?”
He indicated the breast
he’d bitten at her request. “Not nearly enough,” she said, smiling at him.
“Christ!” Cody ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Zac. “What have we got ourselves here?”
Zac grinned. “It’s gonna be fun finding out.”
“Excuse me, guys, but I am here you know.”
“Ah yes, so you are.” Zac slipped an arm round her waist. “But as a good sub you know very well that you only get to speak when spoken to.”
She batted her lashes at him. “Is that what you think?”
Zac groaned. “Baby, you have no idea what thoughts I have about you.”
He switched off the lights and left her with a kiss at the door to her room.
* * * *
Ensconced in business-class seats on the early morning flight to New York, Cody was surprised that neither he nor Zac was concentrating on their laptops open in front of them. He was pretty sure Zac was thinking about the same thing he was. Hell, Cody had lost count of the number of erections he’d had reliving what he and Justine had gotten up to.
“What do you really make of her?” he asked.
“She’s well trained but not, apparently, by the jerk.”
“I agree. She’s totally lacking in self-confidence, probably thanks to him.”
“I’ve met men like that before. They compensate for their own inadequacies by choosing women they can manipulate.” Zac glowered moodily at the back of the seat in front of him. “Bastard!”
“Do you think she’s over him, though?” Cody asked.
“I sure as hell hope so. I don’t think she’d have let us both fuck her if she wasn’t. She isn’t the sort.”
They paused their conversation as an attractive flight attendant stopped by, taking longer than necessary to ask them what they’d like to drink.
“I gotta tell you, Zac,” Cody said when they were alone again, “she’s different.”
Zac quirked a brow. “You think I don’t know that?”
“Ah, so you feel it, too.”
Zac rubbed his chin. “I’m not sure what I feel. All I know is that Justine’s already gotten under my skin in a way that no other woman ever has.” He frowned. “And the strange thing about it is that it kinda feels right. I’ve always thought it would scare me shitless.”
“Yeah, me too.” Cody shook his head. “What does it mean?”
“Hell if I know. I just hope that bastard doesn’t try to get to her while we’re away, that’s all.”
“He doesn’t know where she is, does he?”
“I’ve no idea, but he has the phone number so if he really wants to try, what’s to stop him?”
“She’s so damned vulnerable. She’s not used to being on her own or in the country.” Cody swiped at his thigh in frustration. “If he turns up, making promises and sweet-talking her, goodness only knows what she might do.”
“We need to try and clear things up in New York as quick as we can and get back to her.” Zac sipped at the drink that had just been placed in front of him. “I have a nasty feeling about this.”
“Agreed, but aren’t we rushing ahead here?” Cody picked up his drink as well, using it as an excuse to pause and think about what he wanted to say. “We feel this way about Justine, but part of me thinks we took advantage of her vulnerability. She’s still not over the jerk, whatever she might say to the contrary, and probably did what she did with us to restore her wounded pride. I very much doubt if she’s developed any sort of feelings for us, other than gratitude because we gave her what she wanted.”
Zac flexed his jaw as though trying to relieve the tension in it. “Then perhaps it’s not such a bad thing that we left her alone. She needs time to sort out how she feels about us—about everything.”
“She doesn’t know what to expect from us. We did leave her rather abruptly last night after I fucked her.”
“Only because we’d have kept her up all night otherwise, and that wouldn’t have been fair on her.”
“You think she understands that?”
“I dunno.” Zac sipped at his drink. “Now I know why I avoid relationships.”
“Too late for that.” Cody sighed. “She had a good job with the jerk, right in the heart of London where she felt right at home. Her job with us isn’t permanent, so if the jerk turns up and offers to reinstate her in her well-paid job, what’s she gonna do?”
“That, my friend, is a question neither of us can answer. But I’m pretty sure that even if she does decide to go back to London, she won’t just pack up and leave us in the lurch. She’s got too much integrity for that.”
“No, I’m sure she won’t.” Cody managed a half-hearted smile. “If push comes to shove, I’ll just have to vandalize Malcolm to keep her with us.”
Zac laughed. “A case of déjà vu, if ever I heard one.”
* * * *
Justine worked even longer hours now that the boys had gone Stateside. She needed to keep busy, to keep her mind off the things they’d done, because she wasn’t yet ready to make sense of it all. There was plenty to occupy her. The builders had a constant stream of questions that needed answers, and the phone rang all the time, mostly with queries for Zac and Cody regarding their various projects. She dutifully took messages and put them into e-mails that she sent twice daily to Zac, resisting the urge to pick up the phone and speak to him. She absolutely would not invent excuses to cling.
It took two days of hard labour, interrupted by the phone and builders, to empty the last of the boxes from the loft. She flattened the final one with a sense of deep satisfaction and put it out with the rest of the recycling. All the piles of papers were now neatly in place, and it was time to start looking into the life and times of Mary Elizabeth Everton.
She found it distressing to read the reports from the various rehab clinics that her parents had sent her to. The places had been expensive, but the Evertons clearly hadn’t given up on their daughter, no matter how many times she regressed. She’d been arrested twice for shoplifting, presumably to feed her habit, but had been left off with fines and probation.
Talk about sweeping the problem under the carpet, Justine thought. She felt great sympathy for a weak-willed young woman who’d gotten in with the wrong crowd when she was at her most impressionable. Justine herself had never had a problem resisting drugs, even though they seemed to be everywhere she went in London. Jason, she knew, was an occasional user, but she’d never had any desire to experiment. The in-crowd often made fun of her because of it and called her prudish. Some even spitefully suggested that it would help her control her weight. If Mary Elizabeth had been subjected to the same pressures at an even younger age, was it any wonder that she gave in? It was no fun being the odd one out, as Justine had good reason to know.
She wondered if she could trace Mary Elizabeth through her police record but quickly dismissed the idea. Her arrests were decades ago, probably before these things were computerised. Besides, they’d be confidential. So where did that leave her? She had Mary Elizabeth’s maiden name and date of birth. Perhaps she ought to verify that she was still alive first. She logged on to the official government website and found a bewildering number of services available to her. Her best option was to research family history on the general register.
She input Mary Elizabeth’s name and date of birth. There was no record of her having given birth to Zac. How could that be? Justine imagined all sorts of explanations. If she’d been at that peace camp, perhaps she gave birth there and the baby was whisked away by his American father before Mary Elizabeth could register his birth? Perhaps Mary Elizabeth’s disapproving parents, who obviously had money at the time, somehow managed to protect their daughter’s name by not registering the birth? Being an unmarried mother back in those days still carried a stigma.
All Justine had learned was that Mary Elizabeth was still alive. No, scratch that. Her death hadn’t been registered, much as Zac’s birth hadn’t.
A whole day had gone past and she’d gotten precisely nowhere. Wh
y did tracing missing people always look so easy in the movies?
“We’re off then, love.”
Justine had been lost in thought and the foreman’s voice made her jump.
“Okay, Larry, thanks then. See you tomorrow.”
“You sure you’re all right here all on your own?”
Justine rolled her eyes. Ever since the guys had left, almost all the builders had tried it on to varying degrees. She didn’t know whether to feel flattered or pissed off because they looked upon her as a pushover.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
She locked the door behind them and made an inspection of the work they’d done that day. They’d started on the ground-floor rooms this week and didn’t appear to be slacking just because Zac wasn’t around, which pleased her. Not that it was anything to do with her cracking the whip but more a case of not wanting to hit the penalty clauses Zac had written into their contracts. Still, the smell of new wood and fresh paint filled her with a sense of vicarious achievement.
Justine tried to return to her pile of papers, but the words blurred before her eyes. She needed to knock off for the day and take her mind off the problem with some mindless television. She hit the shower, put on loose clothes, and went in search of something for supper. The fridge was loaded with stuff, but she couldn’t be bothered to cook and made do with a tuna sandwich and a glass of wine. For the first time, she found the penetrating silence of an old country house soothing rather than alarming and didn’t immediately break the mood by switching on the TV.
She was about to do so when the phone rang for what had to be the twentieth time that day. She picked it up without bothering to check caller display, a mistake she regretted when Jason’s voice echoed down the line. She hadn’t heard from him since she’d hung up on him several days ago, and hoped he’d gotten the message.
