by Cara Carnes
Viviana shivered and closed her eyes to focus on the fingers plunging into her at a deliciously languid pace, which left her entire body clenching them in a silent plea for this to not end. Not yet.
A soft chuckle ripped her from the haze engulfing her. Footsteps pounded on the platform behind her. She didn’t have to see behind her to know Stryker had left her. Her pussy throbbed and her pulse quickened. She blinked and swallowed the plea lodged in her throat. Begging for him to continue wasn’t an option.
“She’s an eager little morsel.”
“Yes she is.” Lance tugged on her hair until their gazes locked. “You were a good sub, Jane.”
The name made her gut churn. How many women had they called that? She bit her lip to avoid spilling the sarcastic retort leaping in her mind. Their experience was the exact reason she was here, after all. Why doddle with the guppies in the BDSM pond when the whales were here and ready to play?
Okay, no more nature channels after this. They’d probably laugh their butts off if they had any idea what kind of geek she really was. She’d only dabbled with her dark side once before—and a part of her still hadn’t fully recovered from that horrendous mistake. She suppressed the anger and self-scorn the memories incited and focused on the men commanding her.
Stryker slapped her thigh. “She’s a thinker.”
“That she is.” Lance grinned as she blinked her attention back on him. “Funny, I’ve never bored a sub before. It must be you.”
“Oh, she knows I’m here, don’t you, Jane?” She groaned as he touched her wet slit and plunged a finger into her pussy. “Mmm, she definitely knows I’m here.”
“I should give Jane something more to focus on. She’s clearly a multitasker.” Lance shifted his stance, edging closer until her gaze landed on a prominent bulge—one he was busily unveiling. She licked her lips and visually traced the path of the zipper sliding downward.
Reality lodged in her throat, a zinging wave of anxiety she held at bay. A tug on her restraints confirmed she was really here—alone with two dominant men about to fuck her to sweet oblivion in an unsecured tent. At least she hoped Stryker intended to participate. She wiggled her ass backward, determined to feel his hands on her once again. Not being able to see created havoc in her mind.
A hand pressed on her lower back. “Settle down, Jane. I’m not leaving just when it’s getting interesting.”
She chanced a glance at Lance. An amused smirk accentuated his rugged features. “Open that sweet mouth for me.”
Apprehension panged her stomach as she parted her lips. She’d never tried sucking a guy off without using her hands. Call her prudish, but she preferred having some semblance of control over the depth of thrusts and…
Stryker smacked her ass. “Pay attention, Jane.”
“Thanks, man.” Lance pushed his pants down his hips.
They were way too perceptive. Viviana focused on the man before her. Holy freaking saints. She’d expected gorgeous and deliciously large because, well, no creator could possibly destroy a masterful body like Lance’s or Stryker’s with anything but a statue-worthy cock. But what awaited her oh so lucky mouth was a thick, yet sleek assault weapon.
A missile ready to bombard her senses with more pleasure than she could imagine. With a body like this dominating her, she could develop a very healthy obsession of her own for G.I. Joe.
His hand settled on her head as he guided his cock to her lips. Licking the pre-cum, she moaned her appreciation and wrapped her mouth around him. The responding groan, coupled with the tightening of fingers in her hair, quickened her pulse. He thrust the length deeper, just enough for her to realize that for the first time in a long time—hell, ever—she was with a man who wouldn’t simply sit back and let her do her thing. She wouldn’t be a bobblehead doll bouncing on a benign pogo stick hoping to get some semblance of pleasure for her effort. His hand moved to the side of her face, cupping her neck just under her ear—not nudging, simply stroking—as if to remind her who she was sucking.
Heat crept up her cheeks as her suckling sound mingled with his ragged breathing. Slowly he pivoted his hips, sending more of his thick cock plunging into her eager mouth. Her tongue flicked across the tip and down the shaft when he pulled out.
He crouched until warm breath fanned across her cheek. The fiery need rampant in his gaze created a responding ache in her pussy. Why had he stopped?
Tugging the restraints, she swallowed the rising apprehension. “Sir?”
“You’re very good at taking cock, Jane. Almost too good, in fact. Stryker has clearly forgotten where I’ve been, and how long it’s been since I’ve felt a hot mouth wrapped around me.”
“Sorry, man.”
Stryker’s voice startled Viviana. How the hell had she forgotten he was behind her? Mortified, she remained silent, wondering what he had to do with Lance stopping.
Delight flickered across Lance’s face. “I take it Chase has been in the supplies again?”
“I should knock that son of a bitch’s OCD straight out of him.”
“What’d he do?”
“He fucking alphabetized the cabinet.” Stryker rested his hand on Viviana’s back. Her skin tingled with each small circle he made with his fingers. “Jane shouldn’t have to suffer because of his compulsions.”
He plunged a finger into her pussy. A whimper escaped her parted lips. Lance stood and returned to the position in front of her. Sweet heavens, how was she supposed to focus on him when Stryker was fucking her senseless—literally.
As if sensing her dilemma, Lance ran his thumb across her lips. “This is what happens to thinkers around us, Jane, and it’s about to get a lot more difficult. Open up.”
Bring it on.
She greeted his cock with a flick of her tongue and a snug suck until he growled and clasped her neck. The thrusts became hypnotic, working in tandem with the fingers in her pussy. When one plunged, the other withdrew, like wrecking balls condemning her to the oblivion so close to orgasm—yet too far away.
Somewhere amidst the sucking and plunging she sensed Stryker’s withdrawal and heard a zipper. Her entire body convulsed at the images assailing her mind. She’d give her processors up for a mirror right about now—anything to glimpse the body behind her, the man ripping into a condom and about to fuck her.
God, he’d better fuck her. She didn’t look good in prison stripes and she would get hauled off for the things she would do if he was taunting her.
“Are you up for a game, Jane?” Amusement escalated Stryker’s sexiness to a new level, one which pooled more moisture between her spread legs. “Lance and I love to play games to keep our submissive…entertained.”
Sweet heavens, how much more entertained could she possibly get? Lance withdrew his cock and she glanced up at his exasperated face.
“That’s hardly fair, man. I got a head start.”
“Not my problem that you were impatient.” Stryker chuckled. “You aren’t up for it?”
“Oh, I’m up for it, wise ass.” He ran his fingers down her cheek. “What do you say, Jane? Are you up for a little competition?”
Growing up with four older brothers had taught Viviana may things—one of which was that, to someone with testosterone as their bloodstream’s primary additive, anything worth doing together was worth doing as a competition. Men. She bit her tongue to avoid the sarcastic retort poised in her mind.
A sharp slap to her left cheek made her jump. “When we ask a question, Jane, we expect an answer. Quickly.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Be more specific, Jane,” Lance ordered. “Are you up for a little competition?”
“Yes Sir, I am.”
“Very good, little one. Very good.” Stryker rubbed her ass where he’s slapped. “This game’s called Last Man Standing, and it’s very simple. Lance and I will both fuck you senseless. He’ll have your mouth and I’ll have this gorgeous, tight honeypot. Your sole mission is to make us both come. Hard. The last man to come w
ins a special prize.”
A tremble slid down her spine and settled somewhere between her gut and her pussy.
“Do you want to guess what the prize is?” Lance taunted.
No. No, she didn’t as a matter of fact. Her entire body was a live wire waiting to implode if they didn’t fuck her right now. Whatever the prize was, it had to be a doozy to make both the men so amused. She doubted she could handle knowing right now.
Stryker leaned down, hot breath danced across her back. He nipped her shoulder. “Whoever’s the last to come is the first to fuck this sweet little ass of yours.”
Coherency was impossible. Any synapse which might’ve remained in firing mode after being spanked publicly and then sandwiched between two of the most gorgeous Doms Viviana had ever seen—not that she’d really seen that many, if she was being technical—had just frozen. A reboot wasn’t possible. For the first time in possibly forever she was at a loss for words. No thoughts. No quick retorts.
Lance chuckled. “I think Jane’s finally ready to take a well-deserved mental vacation.”
Oh, she was mentally vacating. She’d been doing that since she’d stepped onto The Brigade compound. Impulsiveness usually carried her only so far, then she’d retreat back into her safe haven of code and monitors. Beeps and firewalls provided a tourniquet relief that she suspected moans and commands would breach too easily.
“What’s your safe word, Jane?”
“Cobra.”
“Good girl. Open up.” Lance tugged on her hair. “Time to get started.”
Chapter Three
Stryker bit his tongue as Lance slid his cock into the sub’s mouth. Playing with unknown newbies wasn’t Stryker’s game—but this one was different. Her quick retorts and silent contemplation made him suspect her mind was even sexier than the gorgeous body restrained beneath him.
He ran his fingers down her ass and savored the slide of her satin skin beneath his thumb. He wasn’t about to rush thrusting his cock into her slick, hot pussy. This sweet, tight ass would be his.
“Any day now, man.” Lance clenched his jaw and fisted his fingers in Jane’s abundant black curls. Vigorous sucking noises echoed in the small, empty space. Whoever the submissive was, she loved taking cock.
Stryker dipped his fingers into her pussy and then tasted. Her arousal was a heady elixir, one he could spend hours savoring. “You taste as good as I’d hoped, Jane.”
A soft moan signaled her attention was on him. He thrust into her in one deep stroke, his hands keeping her hips in place. Fuck, she was tight. Lance glanced at her fisted hands, his thrusts into her mouth halted.
“Relax, Jane. This cock isn’t getting any smaller, so you’d better settle in for a long ride.” He spanked her ass cheeks as he thrust into her and rubbed as he withdrew. Once she began writhing backward to greet his cock, Stryker nodded.
Lance fed her his cock, his hands supporting her head as she bobbed eagerly. They should’ve thrown her curious—but sexy as hell—ass out. Neither of them ever did what they were expected. Perhaps that’s why they got along so damn well. They’d landed in the same unit of the military and fought alongside one another in more covert operations than Stryker could count.
Being brought into The Brigade had been an even bigger rush. This place fit like a second skin—a pleasurable release to the raging adrenaline and rampant memories he battled each night.
Jane moaned softly as he alternated his thrusts from slow to hard. She’d look hotter than hell flat on her back with a spreader bar between her legs. Trussed up to the maypole he had spread along his private dungeon’s floor, she wouldn’t do much except lie there and experience him fucking her every way imaginable.
Few of the Brigade Masters played with the trainees in their private quarters. All resort rooms provided a secluded dungeon, small but fully stocked with any accoutrement a new submissive could need. The only problem Stryker had with those quarters was the hidden security cameras.
He and Lance were in charge of security for Brigade Enterprises. They both took the task very seriously and had outfitted every nook and cranny of the massive BDSM resort with enough cameras to wire a small country.
He had no intention of his guards watching the play he and Lance would have with this saucy submissive. No way in hell. Anything beyond this scene would be conducted in private. He didn’t give a shit where that private was.
“What the fuck could you possibly be thinking, man? Jane deserves your undivided attention.” Lance chuckled. “I think she needs to fly.”
“Indeed.” Stryker focused on the hot pussy clenching his cock. Running his hands along her waist, he bent down and massaged her clit.
Her hips moved backward and pressed her harder onto his cock. The little sub thought she could avoid an orgasm. How cute.
“We’ve got control issues to address, Jane.” Stryker pressed her down until her clit made contact with his thumb. He massaged gently. “Your orgasms are ours to control. The sooner you learn that, the better this will be for you.”
Jane growled against Lance’s cock.
“Don’t make me put a mouth guard on you. Neither of us would enjoy that.” Lance ran his hand across her shoulders. “Relax and take it, sweetheart.”
Stryker rubbed her clit harder and fucked her pussy with the same rhythm Lance used on her mouth. Her fingers flexed and clenched in the restraints. Her body tensed, her pussy clenched his cock. “Time to fly, Jane.”
Lance withdrew quickly. Her screams of release made Stryker’s balls tighten. There was no way in hell he was losing this sweet little ass. No way in hell. He focused on the weather, perimeter security upgrades, anything to detract from the sweet pussy taking his cock better than he could remember a submissive taking it.
Her mouth was filled once again. Determination gripped Lance’s features as the man watched Jane take his cock eagerly into her hot mouth. Stryker had every intention of knowing exactly what her lips felt like around him.
Whoever this was, she was in for a long night.
“Fuck.” Lance thrust one last time into Jane’s mouth and stilled.
Stryker growled his own release shortly after. He withdrew from Jane’s pussy and thrust his fingers into her. “One more time.”
She remained obediently still as he thrust two fingers into her hot channel. Already tension coiled in her limbs and encumbered her breathing, shallow bursts somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
“Look at Master Lance, sub.” Stryker swatted her ass. “Don’t break eye contact until I make you come.”
The command seemed simple, but he suspected it was unimaginably hard for the sexy woman gripping his fingers as she silently battled her oncoming release. Though he wished to see her expressions himself, Stryker knew Lance was equally capable of reading the emotions that would be clearly etched on the sub’s face when she came. Figuring out her real needs was paramount if they intended to make her illegal foray onto The Brigade compound pleasurable. Why he wanted to do so escaped him at the moment. Perhaps it was the ingrained need to enhance experiences for anyone who chose this resort as their first submission experience that drove his decision. Either way, he was The Last Man Standing.
Lance immersed himself in the captivating depths of Jane’s eyes. Pleasure battled with hints of fear, riddled with shame. The latter made his insides rage. Someone had done a number on the brave, lippy submissive. He’d suspected as much before, but the evidence was etched in her trembling lips and her darting gaze as she battled internal demons to comply with Stryker’s command.
The simple order had been a test—one they’d used many times. Few failed to come within seconds of capturing the Dom’s gaze before them. Jane’s fists clenched and her body tensed as Stryker continued to finger-fuck her. The Dom’s grim expression matched the one Lance masked.
This was a layer to the submissive’s personality they hadn’t anticipated. Nothing in her profile answers signaled this underlying issue, yet it was common enough. It also mean
t that whatever magic potion she’d intended to find tonight would take longer to forage.
Lance stepped from Jane’s gaze. Stryker continued working her pussy. Her lush curves danced with each thrust, her hips sought his fingers. Lost in her headspace once again, sweet Jane’s release was immediate.
Stryker stood and quickly cleaned himself. Lance maneuvered to stand beside him as he withdrew a warming blanket from the cabinet. “What’s the plan?”
“Privacy. Time.”
“Lots of time.”
“Indeed.” Stryker’s jaw was clenched. “How bad?”
“We’ve seen worse.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“One thing at a time.” Lance nodded toward Jane. “You take the lead on the aftercare. I’ll coordinate a location.”
“No need. We’ll use my place.”
“For how long?”
“Tonight only.” Stryker unfolded the blanket and threw it across his shoulder. “If she’s brave enough to return, we’ll work on this little issue of hers.”
“Agreed.” Lance took a deep breath. “Then maybe we can find out how the hell she knew about me.”
“Clearly there’s a lot that Jane isn’t telling us.” Stryker lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper. “Yet.”
Deft fingers worked at her restraints. Her mind rebooted, recycling what had occurred on an endless loop of shock, desire and embarrassment. Never in her entire life had she experienced such intensity.
Shock mixed with uncertainty. She’d expected harshness, derogatory comments about her body, her responses. She swallowed. A bottle appeared at her mouth.
None of it had been what she’d expected. It had been so much more.
“Drink, Jane.” She eased herself up until she sat on the narrow bench. A warm blanket fell around her shoulders. Warm arms surrounded her and dragged her onto a lap. Stryker.
