Resistance

by Jan Springer

  Reluctantly she left Will and moved around the woodstove to Cade’s cot. His blankets were bunched up low on his abdomen, giving her a nice view of his tanned muscles and the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was sleeping.

  Good.

  Licking her dry lips, she gently tugged the blankets down past his waist, revealing a hard, juicy cock standing at half-mast. Oh boy, he had to be dreaming about some red-hot sex to be up like that tonight. Well, she’d get him a little harder in no time flat. She began touching him, the powerful throb of his penis beneath her fingers making her cream.

  He groaned softly, animalistic and primal. Rena stopped, her tummy hollowing out with anxiety. She snapped her gaze to his face, but his eyes were closed. She breathed in relief.

  Asleep. Perhaps she hadn’t given him enough tea earlier to put him fully under? Maybe she should give him some more, just to make sure he didn’t catch her. For a few seconds indecision raged, but the solid heat seeping into her fingers from his long, swollen cock encouraged her to continue with her agenda.

  “You are so nice and big,” she whispered, excitement and need firing through her bloodstream.

  Gently, she twisted her hands around his scarred shaft. He grew bigger, his cock slowly turning an angry, demanding red.

  “Almost, there,” she said quietly as he blossomed bigger and bigger. “Nice and big and juicy for me.”

  Lust and curiosity at having him in her mouth wrapped around her. Holding his shaft steady at the base with one hand, she reached down with the other and stroked her sensitive pussy. Lowering her head toward his hard shaft, she moaned into the pleasure from her massages upon her clit.

  Just one taste of him, that’s all she craved. Just one taste while she stoked her fires and then she’d mount him. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth. As she sucked his big cock head, her lips stretched until they burned in a nice way. The velvety hard bulge of him in her mouth had her vagina clenching as she imagined him slipping into her pussy. She tightened her lips around his cock head, stopping when he groaned.

  Oh shit.

  Her eyes snapped back to his face. His lids remained closed.

  But what else did she expect? She was arousing him. He was a man with sexual needs and he would react—even if he was asleep. He would think the pleasure was coming from a dream…that she was a dream. At least, she hoped that’s what he would think.

  She really should stop. This was a dangerous game. At least Blade quietly endured her needs while he slept and there weren’t any sexy, aroused groans like from Cade.

  Oh hell! Fire licked through her with an intensity she couldn’t push away. She needed to satiate herself on him…tonight. Just him.

  Using her tongue, she slurped around his big cock head, exploring the curves and ridges and the pulsing, elevated veins. She loved the bigness of him, the heat and the potential risk of him waking up while she was licking his shaft.

  The thought of him fighting the sedative effects of the tea, of overpowering her, tying her down to the bed and fucking her senseless for hours, had her whimpering with need.

  She released his cock.

  Quietly and quickly, she sheathed his erect cock with a condom. Panting with impatience, she climbed over him. Squatting, she sucked in a hot breath as his wet cock head slipped between her labia and into her cunt. He slid into her, deep and powerful. Her sensitized vaginal muscles quickly accepted him, clenching his massive shaft, sucking and spasming. She rocked her hips, melted against him and rode him, all the while watching his face.

  He was breathing harshly but his eyes remained closed. If he hadn’t woken up by now, he would just think of this as a dream. But gosh, his lips looked so yummy. They were curled upward slightly at the edges, as if he were secretly smiling. Yes, he was in dreamland.

  One kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it?

  Leaning over, she touched her lips to his and reveled in the soft push of his mouth against hers. Surprise zipped through her as he parted his lips, his tongue pressing into her mouth, mating with her tongue.

  He was demanding, his tongue stroking hers, pistoning inside her like a miniature cock. Pleasure splashed around her and she moaned as she climaxed. The orgasm rocked her right down to her toes and she struggled for breath as tremors embraced her straining body. She ground herself senselessly against his strong body, her mouth fused against his.

  Vibrations whipped against her, over her, all around her. She cried into his succulent mouth as the pleasure sent her into a mindless vortex where nothing existed except stars, streaks of color and helpless excitement. She could barely catch her breath as the orgasm ebbed and she awkwardly climbed off Cade. Wiping her fingers over her sensitized lips, she gazed down at his sweat-sheened body.

  If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear he was awake. How else could she explain the raw and desperate way he’d kissed her back?

  And how did she explain her reaction to him? Like a wild, out-of-control animal high on lust, that’s how.

  Sweet heavens. Had her X-virus mutated to another, wilder level? All she wanted to do was rub herself, like a cat in heat, all over these two men. Her fingers trembled as she slipped the condom from Cade’s semi-erect cock. Tying off the condom, she tossed it into the wastebasket in the kitchen. After making sure his wounds hadn’t reopened, she hurriedly mixed a fresh poultice. Relief splashed through her after packing his wounds.

  Rest. She needed rest. But first she had to wash the insides of her thighs.

  A few minutes later, a wonderful freshness clung to her skin as she climbed beneath the blankets on the couch. Boy, she was tired from all that gyrating on Cade. She should have been more careful with him, but she had lost control.

  Reena closed her eyes and blew out a breath. Boy, had she ever lost control.

  Hopefully the snow would stop by morning and she could get out of here. Hopefully…

  She slept.

  * * * * *

  “Was it as good as it sounded?” Blade’s chuckle snapped through Cade, making him jolt from where he stood at the front porch railing. He’d waited until Reena fell asleep before getting out of bed.

  To his surprise, he wasn’t that tired or wobbly. His chest and shoulder barely hurt, compliments of her good nursing skills. Except his wounds got quite sore when he moved his right arm, so he kept his motions to a minimum and used his left. He’d tiptoed around the kitchen, grabbed some bread and cheese and gulped it down while finding the matches she used to light the camp stove as well as some candles on a kitchen shelf.

  Via candlelight, he’d quietly grabbed the weapons and stashed them in a back room out of sight, because when Reena discovered they were awake and not drugged anymore, she just might decide to do something stupid…like shoot them. He’d found his pants and cleaned shirt and sweater, the bullet holes sewn up quite professionally.

  Donning his jacket and boots, he’d come outside to grab some fresh air.

  Blade had also waited to make sure Reena was asleep before getting out of bed. The man grinned happily as he tossed a pill out into the snow. He’d apparently discovered his cleaned clothing as well and, aside from a few little grimaces as he slipped into his coat—also cleaned of blood—he appeared pale but strong.

  It seemed not only was Reena a good Florence Nightingale, she was also a good laundress and seamstress.

  “Better than good,” Cade admitted, trying not to act surprised that Blade had witnessed Reena ride him into orgasm. All her gyrating had made him hotter than hell and he was thankful the cold winter air was doing a good job of cooling him down.

  “So, what’s on our agenda?” Will asked. “Not that I’m complaining. I rather enjoyed it, but she needs some kind of punishment for drugging us and taking advantage of us like she did.” Humor laced Blade’s voice.

  Amusement sifted through Cade at the thought of getting back at her and giving her a taste of her own medicine. It would be more than enjoyable. He hadn’t been this keyed up in one hell of a long time.


  Snowflakes swirled out of the dark night sky and, having lived on a farm since he was born, he was a pretty good reader of the weather…and the sky was spelling trouble.

  “Looks like another blizzard.” Cade nodded at the sky. “We won’t be going anywhere at least for a couple of days. I, for one, don’t expect to be lying around anymore pretending I’m sick.”

  “I’ll second that,” Blade agreed. “I take it you’ve got something in mind?”

  “Damn right I do,” Cade admitted.

  The camaraderie with Blade was rare. They’d worked together before, along with his brothers, in serious situations. And teaching Reena a lesson was a serious situation as far as he was concerned.

  “So do I,” Blade said. “How about we put our two ideas together and see what we come up with? I mean, I can’t very well kill a woman who saved my life. How about a truce?”

  Cade blinked in stunned disbelief as Blade stretched out his hand. After a slight hesitation, he shook hands with the man who—had Cade not stopped him—would have killed Reena twice by now. Now that he knew Reena and Blade shared a past, Cade’s defenses dissolved. Blade was a man of his word. If he wanted a truce, then he would stick to it. Cade had no doubt about that.

  “Truce,” he agreed.

  “One problem,” Blade moaned.

  “What?”

  “Condoms.”

  Cade grinned. “I just happen to know where she keeps them.”

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  Cade grimaced when Blade slapped him hard on the back.

  They turned and hurried back inside.

  * * * * *

  Reena dreamed of happier times. Life before the Wars, before the X-virus. Life being a free woman who could do whatever she wanted, when she wanted and with whom she wanted. She’d had no plans except for becoming a teacher, getting married and having kids. In that order. But one thing she’d known for sure, she didn’t want to end up like her parents. Miserable.

  She’d been raised by a mother and father who fought all the time. That is, when her father was at home. Her dad was a five-star general and away a lot. “Home” had been military bases all over the world.

  When she was a kid, she swore she’d never travel again. Never have anything to do with the military again. But the X-virus had changed all that.

  The day had started out simple enough. She’d been in her third month as a substitute teacher at an all-boy's private school in Boston, and the X-virus was just starting to make headlines. Rumor had it some terrorist organization had unleashed it at an international women’s conference. By the time the women had returned to their respective countries, they were in full-submission mode.

  Her father, “Sir General” as she referred to him when she was pissed off at him—which had been often—had called and told her to return home immediately. Home at that particular time was on a German military base. She defied him. She was, after all, on her very first full-time teaching position, and wasn’t about to run home because the general said so.

  Besides, she had told him, she was home. She had a quaint little apartment that overlooked Boston harbor and was in no mood to return to the middle of her parents’ in-fighting. She hung up, pretending the call had been disconnected, and hadn’t picked up the phone when it rang again during her two-week Christmas hiatus.

  Screw them.

  She did, however, keep an eye on the news. Yes, it frightened her that women were becoming submissive, but the news also said medical authorities had the virus under control and there was no need to panic. Various countries were putting any woman with symptoms under quarantine. So she had no reason to worry, right?

  In the meantime, she had her eye on a cute, hunky art teacher named Brian Thompson. Too bad he’d gone home to his parents for the holidays or she would have made her move.

  She would ask him out when he returned to school. If she played her cards right, they’d start dating and maybe she’d even have sex with him. Back then, she’d taken her freedom for granted. She could go anywhere she wanted, any time, without asking for permission. So she’d travelled to New York City over the holidays and ended right smack-dab in the middle of a hot zone.

  She hadn’t known it at the time. The X-virus was just spreading outside the quarantine zone in New York City. New York…another first for her.

  The wild stampede of pedestrians, the endless stream of yellow taxis…and Ground Zero. Now that visit had chilled her. She was exposed to so many people. Hadn’t a clue her life would change so dramatically the day after she returned to her apartment.

  Sickness and extreme tiredness had knocked her off her feet. Not only had the illness affected her physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. It sapped so much strength out of her she could barely stay awake longer than half an hour. Fear had encouraged her to call her parents and her dad had a military escort at her door within an hour.

  Two men in uniform had never looked so hot as she lay in the backseat of their car. Despite the sickness clawing through her, she wanted to have sex with them. She craved to have them fuck her. Needed it so badly her entire body ached. It was then she realized she’d contracted the dreaded X-virus.

  And when those two men asked things such as “please step out of the car” or “please follow us” she’d obeyed without question, relishing the wonderful high that accompanied following their orders.

  Her father’s fast thinking and getting her to the closest state-of-the-art military hospital had saved her life. The doctors immediately ordered blood tests. Within fifteen minutes, they confirmed her suspicions. She had a version of the X-virus. The O version. A nurse was called in and, to Reena’s horror and utmost embarrassment, the nurse sexually stimulated Reena until she’d orgasmed. Relief had pulsed through her and she thought she’d been cured.

  But the relief wouldn’t last long, the doctors warned. She would need to orgasm when the symptoms came. Orgasms released certain hormones, temporarily subduing the X-virus and keeping her sexual urges under control.

  What a nightmare!

  Her father arrived a day later. He didn’t so much as flinch when the doctor told him what she had. He’d just kept that stern, emotionless face and whisked her away to their country home in England—the one they rarely used but paid through the nose for. He sequestered her there with a full-time staff. She learned to masturbate on a daily basis. Learned to keep her illness a secret. Soon the staff, mostly women, became ill. One by one they died.

  Word came her grandfather had passed. Then her grandmother. Her mother, too, quickly succumbed to the virus, leaving Reena disoriented, panicked and abandoned.

  Then the Terrorist Wars hit and the threat of the Claiming Law. Her father got her into the Teachers Without Borders program and she was shuttled off to Afghanistan where she assisted a very nice male teacher—Tyler Outlaw, Cade Outlaw’s youngest brother.

  It hadn’t been easy keeping her secret from Tyler, but when the pangs of submissiveness began sweeping over her, she made her excuses, did the deed, felt better and returned to the classroom.

  Even now, in her sleep, the sultry shudders of lust and pleasure threatened to pull her out of her dream. Her awareness of Blade and Cade in the same room was so strong, she could smell them.

  Cade’s clean, soapy scent, very near. Dark and dangerous. It mingled with Blade’s spicy-pine smell, powerful and dominating. The combination of both men was lethal. It made her do things she normally wouldn’t comprehend doing—like drugging and fucking them.

  Their fingers wrapped like handcuffs around her wrists as they lifted her arms over her head and tied them to the headboard. They’d restrained her legs already, spreading them wide, her ankles tied with silken scarves to each foot post.

  She struggled in her sleep, but the binds kept her in place. She couldn’t get away. Wouldn’t, even if she could.

  She inhaled as their mouths latched onto each nipple. Oh God, how their moist, hot mouths burned her alive as they sucked furiously, t
he bite of pleasure and pain knifing through her…

  Reena came awake on a strangled gasp and discovered a set of eager lips attached to each of her nipples. Blade and Cade. Shock snapped through her. Sweet heavens! Was she awake?

  Chapter Eight

  Was her fantasy of Cade and Blade really happening? Or was it just that—a fantasy?

  Carnal pleasure raged through her and she twisted against the restraints, moaning at the tremors embracing her. She’d heard some females had several different mutated versions of the X-virus. Until now, she’d thought she only had the O version. Had her version mutated into the F-Fantasy version as well?

  She stared down in stunned fascination as their tongues lashed her engorged, ringed nipples, making her writhe beneath the pleasure. The bindings on her wrists tightened painfully and she jolted with awareness.

  Oh, goodness! This wasn’t a dream.

  Just go with it. Enjoy what they’re offering. Enjoy this punishment for using them without their permission.

  “This isn’t happening,” she blurted, trying to gather her self-control.

  Both men stopped what they were doing and lifted their heads from her breasts to stare at her.

  Reena inhaled sharply at the dewy redness of their lips. How long had they been sucking on her nipples, anyway?

  “We thought you’d never wake up, baby,” Cade murmured.

  “W…what are you doing?” Dumb question. They had her tied to the bed! It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure it out. They wanted her. She could read the lust in their eyes and a sultry hum of arousal shifted through her every fiber.

  “Tell us if you don’t want this, Red, and we’ll stop,” Blade said. His voice was thick, drenched with desire.

  “Why?” she replied and wrenched at her bonds. She should be embarrassed, lying here, her breasts bared and only her panties between two men and her pussy. She wasn’t, though.