by Cara Carnes
Protective reflexes took over and squeezed her legs together when he edged closer. Was she ready to crumble beneath his touch? The fiery bursts in her belly were like a flared warning—this man could shatter her into a million pieces without breaking a sweat.
He gripped her thigh firmly. “Remain as I place you, Katey, or you will be punished. Spread your legs wider for me.”
Complying proved difficult as she battled her internal defenses. Was she really prepared for the civil war her desire for him created? She steeled her determination and took a deep breath as she spread her legs wider. She’d worked hard to overcome her financial issues and forge a path toward her goals.
She deserved this reward. Surrendering to her baser instincts to submit to a powerful man—experience passion on a new level. Decision made, she relaxed into the touch crawling up her thigh.
“Very good.”
Yes, yes it was. Her heart thudded in her chest so hard anticipation surged to her toes. He skimmed across the thin fabric covering her pussy and her entire body trembled.
“I’m looking forward to touching you, Katey. You must do one thing for me first.” He removed his hand and motioned for her to stand.
Apprehension rattled her movements as she obeyed.
“You are beautiful.” He thrust his hips upward and reached into his pocket. She gulped back the appreciation as her eyes memorized the prominent bulge in his slacks. “I must confess I had no intention of playing tonight, but some little minx with two very intimidating Doms slipped these to me and told me to give them to you in case you wanted to rock The Brig.” The last words were air quoted with a wicked grin.
No. Viviana hadn’t.
Lorenzo held up the tassels.
Crud. She had.
They’d figured out what she’d done. How? Dang it. The security cameras. Of course Viviana would’ve seen Katey trudging her way down the labyrinth of long corridors since the woman spent many hours beside her men.
“Remove the bikini top.” He settled into the sofa. When she stood stock-still his eyebrows rose. “Very well. We’ll do this your way. Remove the bikini top and the pettiskirt.”
Shock must’ve displayed on her face.
“You’re running out of clothing for me to steal, Katey. Be a good sub and do as I’ve instructed.” He dangled the tassels. “I’ll put these on you myself.”
Her spine liquefied. A tremble began between her legs and spread through her to encumber her fingers. She kept her gaze cast downward as she tugged and yanked on the thin material until it ceded to her determination not to strip entirely.
When she halted her movements, he cleared his throat. “The pettiskirt.”
Right. Her punishment for not obeying quickly enough. The thin material skimmed down her thighs with a slight tug.
“Viviana has excellent taste. The mock straps of the corset accentuate your tits beautifully.” He motioned for her to step forward. “Come here and place your hands on the back of the sofa alongside my shoulders.”
The action thrust her breasts in his face when she complied. An appreciative masculine groan rumbled across her skin and made her pussy wetter than before.
A hand stroked her left thigh. “Spread your legs wider. Straddle my knees.”
Obedience came easily when the orders came from the sinewy Dom whispering his way through her fantasies so many nights. His will had become a second skin.
Lorenzo kissed the swell of her breast and she reflexively arched into the contact. Her nipples hardened, as if drawing his attention downward. His hand glided up her thigh in the same sensuous circles he’d used before. Slow. Methodical.
Seductive.
“Beg me to taste your tits.” His breath fanned her nipple.
“Please.” The word was more of a gasp than a formation of an intended thought. It was ripped from deep within her, the part she’d never sated. “Please taste me.”
“Please taste my nipple, Sir.” Huskiness made his voice raw. His jaw grazed her cleavage as he paid homage to the other breast. “Repeat it correctly, Katey.”
“Please taste my nipple, Sir.”
“Very good.”
The praise weakened her nervousness as awareness slid into firm control of the sensations bursting within her mind. Lorenzo flicked his tongue across an aching bud and she gasped. Fiery heat beckoned her. She moved toward it.
“Remain still.” His hand slid farther up her thigh until she could sense its presence right below her wet pussy.
Not moving was almost harder than breathing. The latter action had become laborious enough. Each labored draw of air into her lungs thrust her breasts upward, then away from the hot mouth taunting her obsequiousness.
Lorenzo slid a digit past the small thong and across her slit. His mouth grasped a nipple and sucked as he slid a finger into her. Rapture enveloped her.
“Now I see why you didn’t make the meeting.”
Shock ruptured the sensuous haze tunneling her world to the land where only Lorenzo existed. She moved to stand, but a firm hand at her neck kept her in place.
“Remain as you are, sub.”
Chapter Two
Katey’s heart pounded and her haggard breaths left her lightheaded. Perhaps it was the shock of having Master Stryker so near, his gaze roaming her body in appreciation. Guilt kept her silent.
He was Viviana’s. She had no business responding to his nearness like this but it was impossible to convince her body. Him and Lorenzo here together. Dear God she’d expire if either of them touched her right now.
“May I?”
Lorenzo’s nod made her long to head for the exit, but a massive stranger with thick brown hair to his ears blocked the path. Denim spanned long, thick legs.
“Of course.” Lorenzo’s voice was thickened with tension. His jaw twitched. “You have rotten timing.”
Stryker’s lips turned upward in a grin when he stepped within touching distance of her. Her lungs wheezed out the air they held. He grazed her cheek. “Had I known how striking this outfit was I would’ve insisted Viviana keep it for herself.”
When she remained silent, Lorenzo’s voice fell in her ear. She jumped, startled he’d approached without her noticing. “Master Stryker just gave you a compliment. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You are quite welcome.” He chuckled softly. “I think I’ll go pay a certain meddling sub of mine a visit. We will see one another soon enough, Jane.”
Jane. The pseudonym used for all submissives the Brigade Masters played with made her insides tingle.
“Was there a reason for your visit?” Lorenzo asked.
“Montgomery here needs a playmate. I figured you could handle having some company.” Her gaze flew to the handsome stranger with the molten-blue gaze that seemed to peer into the crevices of arousal rippling across her skin.
Although she hadn’t met him yet, the man who simply went by his last name had been whispered about for the past couple of days. Not even Autumn knew exactly who he was—only that he was somehow connected to Chase. The fact the two shared the same last name left Katey suspecting a familial bond, even though he looked nothing like her newest boss.
“Certainly.” Lorenzo’s tone didn’t seem convinced but he remained silent as Stryker nodded.
She swallowed once Stryker departed, her body still bolted in place thanks to Lorenzo’s firm command. He prowled the space around her. His gaze landed on Montgomery, who still leaned against the wall.
“You know Chase.”
“Yeah, I’ve dealt with his ass for too many years.” Montgomery’s boots thumped on the floor until he stood where Stryker had. Intense blue eyes regarded her. “I’ve never gotten a perk quite as sexy as this one from knowing him.”
“You’re going to be very good to him aren’t you, Jane?” Lorenzo’s thick accent drifted across her neck from behind. “You’re going to be good to both of us.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Settle your ha
nds at your sides for now.” Montgomery sounded like a drill sergeant swallowed by a cowboy, firm with a drawl that left her pussy clenching. His voice had a distinct Southern accent like Chase’s, but with a gruff commanding timbre all his own.
“Can you believe she intended to hide these beautiful tits from us?” Lorenzo palmed her breasts. “Maybe we should make sure she knows how much we appreciate them.”
“I agree. It’d be a shame for her not to know.” Montgomery’s fingers ran across the swell of her left breast, then downward until he traced around her areola.
He leaned in and grazed her lips with his. The contact made her body tremble in delight. She suppressed her groan when the kiss deepened.
His hand cupped her face, holding it in place as he guided her into a slow, sensuous duel of tongues that left her breathless. The urge to grasp his shoulders, his chest, anything to deepen the contact was too much.
“Hands at your sides, Jane.” Lorenzo restrained her wrists.
Montgomery severed the contact and dragged her head back with a firm hand. The angle left her facing Lorenzo, whose mouth plunged to seize hers. His kiss was rough, commanding. She ceded control to him and moaned softly under the intensity. Her knees buckled, her arm moved backward to run across him where it could.
A chuckle made her remember the previous order. Montgomery took her hand and held it in his. “I’m thinking you need some help keeping your arms where they belong.”
Lorenzo traced her mouth with his tongue one last time before pulling away. She took ragged breaths and waited for the world to stop spinning on its axis. Heaven help her. The man’s kiss was Satan-wicked.
“I learned my knot tying from Chase one summer when he came home from college. Y’all had just started The Brigade.” Montgomery leaned down and rifled through a duffel bag he’d tossed on the floor. He pulled out a rope and her entire body whirred. “You want to see my favorite rope trick for a handsy sub?”
Lorenzo chuckled. “I’d love to.” He swatted her ass and whispered. “Behave for us, Jane, or I may need to take you over my knee.”
Please do. The plea radiated between them. His hand rubbed her upper thigh.
“Soon I’ll have you exactly where I’ve wanted.” He swatted again. “Until then, eyes forward. Focus on Master Montgomery. He’s going to teach you a lesson on what happens to handsy subs.”
The rope was softer than she’d expected when he wound it loosely around her wrists and waist. His fingers remained locked on her pulse point for a few moments.
“Keeping the sub calm and relaxed makes the bondage more effective. Otherwise she could be wily and slip out when you aren’t looking.” Montgomery winked. “You wouldn’t do that would you, Jane?”
“No Sir.” Her voice was raspy with arousal. She remained obediently still even though the urge to test the binds now holding her hands at her sides almost won.
“Good girl.” He stroked a breast and pinched her nipple firmly until she gasped and leaned in to the touch. “She’s such a responsive little thing.”
“My favorite bondage is wrist to thigh. Then set her on her knees and feed her your cock.” Lorenzo rubbed her thigh. “Right about here would do nicely on you, Jane. Perhaps we should try that later. You’d take our cocks so well I bet.”
God yes. She’d always enjoyed oral sex—giving, not receiving. Insecurity was a monster she’d yet to slay, and it always roared the loudest when she allowed a man full access to her body like that. Just the thought of Lorenzo’s tongue down there made her shiver in delight though.
“That was one of the things I most enjoyed seeing on your checklist, Jane.”
“Hmm. That sounds good. My favorite is wrist to ankle with her sweet ass in the air. There’s nothing quite like it.”
The conversation ping-ponged between the two men and filled her mind with one naughty image after another.
Lorenzo’s mouth trailed chaste kisses across her shoulder. Skillful hands slid the thong panties down. “Step out of them for us. We want your sweet pussy bare for us.”
She complied on weak legs. Lorenzo cupped her mound. He wound his other hand around her waist to brace her weight against his body. “This is our pussy tonight.”
Yes. Tonight. Tomorrow. However long he wanted her. She tugged on her restraints, desperate to touch him.
Montgomery watched her tug for a few moments before stepping closer until his breath fanned her forehead. “What’s the safe word?”
“Cobra.”
“Good girl.” Lorenzo rubbed her clit and thrust a finger into her wet channel. The world collapsed around her as the two men worked her into a frenzy of fiery need.
Montgomery sucked and played with her breasts. But it was the man behind her demanding her attention with his strong embrace and his fingers. Those digits were registered weapons mercilessly steering her toward bliss.
“Come for us, Jane.” Lorenzo squeezed her clit, the shards of pain punctured her control. Spasms of pleasure whitewashed her body.
She clung to Montgomery as his mouth claimed hers, stifling her moans. Lorenzo continued his relentless reign over her, keeping her lost within the most intense orgasm she’d experienced. Ever.
Katey blinked, clinging to the last of the euphoric haze. Holy cripes. Lorenzo turned her until she faced him. Warm lips ran across hers, a feather-soft caress that left her entire body shivering. She wanted to please him. Please them both the way they had her.
“Please. Let me…” She couldn’t find the words for what she wanted. She moved to fall to her knees, but he kept her locked within his arms.
“It is our decision when this scene ends, Jane. It’s just begun.”
“Yes Sir. I trust you.”
I trust you. The three words shattered something inside him he’d held in check for months. Hell, longer than that. He’d wanted Katey since the first day she’d blown on his coffee to cool it down. Those sultry lips had been taunting him too long.
Now he had her trust. He hadn’t earned it. Yet she’d given it in full measure. He knew what the act so many took for granted would mean to someone of Katey’s background. He wouldn’t let her down.
He leaned into her and claimed his prize. Full, pouty. All his. She followed his lead, ceded to his command. Gave what he sought before he demanded. Damn, the woman was meant to be a submissive. Tonight she’d realize exactly how perfect she was.
He severed the kiss. “You taste good enough to eat, bella donna.”
Lorenzo stifled a guttural groan of pure need when Katey tried to slide to her knees again. Punishing her on the heels of an orgasm wasn’t what he wanted, but if she continued to disobey he’d have no choice.
Montgomery, as if sensing the problem, pulled on her hair and dragged her against his body. Her eyes widened, her body still quaking in a last bout of cock-hardening surrender.
He couldn’t wait to spread her out on his bed and slide into her. Feeling her tight pussy gripping his cock while he rode her hard might sate the need buried in his balls like burning dynamite. He doubted the relief would last long.
Tonight wasn’t about him fucking her. It was a painful reminder in more ways than one that patience was necessary. She wasn’t ready for all he wanted from her. Montgomery forced her full focus onto him. She blinked and murmured a soft, sexily obedient acquiescence to whatever he’d constructed to continue her sensual journey.
“Repeat what I ordered you to do, Jane. We must make sure you understand exactly what is to happen.”
She swallowed. The throaty movement slid through him clear to his ball sac. Son of a bitch he had it bad.
“You’re going to warm my bottom.”
“That’s right. Your outfit is very sexy, but you wanted something naughty to happen when you wore it, didn’t you?”
“Yes Sir.”
Spanking. Although Katey had expressed interest in impact play, Lorenzo had intended to ease her into it gently. Submissives with abusive pasts always brought out his protective in
stincts. Although she hadn’t opened up about her past, what Stryker had managed to unearth had mirrored his own experiences too much.
Spare the rod, spoil the child. He’d overheard her utter the statement once and it’d made his skin crawl with his own distasteful past.
He’d been fortunate to have loving family to take him. She’d had no one. Not having anyone to rely on growing up—to never feel secure—must’ve done a real number on her.
And was the driving reason he intended to control her play as much as he could. Something deep in his gut called bullshit on that being the main reason, but he wasn’t willing to listen.
As much as it might pain him to accept, Katey hadn’t come here to be coddled. Forcing the lust at bay for another few hours wouldn’t kill him. He’d waited, observed while she wandered into The Brig countless nights, studiously notating her wants and likes and dislikes. All to scratch them away with a lack of confidence that made his soul ache for her.
He could rebuild what she’d lost. Somehow.
I trust you. The words haunted him, drove him toward an end he couldn’t contemplate. Lorenzo sat down on the sofa and motioned to Katey. “Come, lie across my lap.”
The position was somewhat awkward as she maneuvered to rest herself on his thighs. Without her hands she’d have to trust him to keep her balanced, in place. Adrenaline flooded his veins. He rubbed her shoulders. “Relax. I will never let you fall.”
“I’ve never done this before. But I trust you.” The whispered confession tore at his protective instincts. Carrying her out of here would be easy enough. No one would be suicidal enough to stop him.
“Your words bring out my possessiveness.” He stroked her back as she settled across his lap. Her hot breath fanned across his arm until he moved it.
Montgomery settled on the edge of the sofa beside her head. “Want a paddle?”
“No.” Lorenzo ran his hand across her bare thighs and admired the silky glide of her skin across his palm. “Tonight she’ll feel our hands, nothing more. What is the safe word, Jane?”
“Cobra, Sir.”
“Very good. If you get nervous or want to slow down, you will say ‘yellow’ to let us know.” Lorenzo admired the gorgeous swell of her ass cheeks. He glided a finger across the flesh. Though he already suspected the answer, he needed to hear it. Control her responses. “Have you ever been spanked?”
