by Mari Carr
“Order her to lift her hair up,” Caden told him. “Then tie it so the knot is at the back of her neck. If we wanted a gag that would stay in place, we’d use something else. Something like this is more for show than anything. We want it loose enough that we can pull it out without untying it if we want to put something else in her mouth.”
Tess’ eyes practically crossed with arousal. Isaiah’s cock was poking her hip, and she had a funny feeling this would not last as long as she’d hoped—she was already so turned on even the slightest brush to her clit would probably make her come.
“Lift your hair,” Isaiah ordered with the deep, sexy voice he rarely used.
Tess gathered her hair, piling it on top of her head. Isaiah tied the ends of the scarf together, then tugged her hands so she released her hair.
“Bring that chair over,” Caden told Isaiah.
Tess watched, chewing nervously on the gag, as Isaiah carried over a parson’s style chair. The back and seat were padded with and covered in dark brown leather. The wooden legs had circular rings mounted into them, just like the bed.
Isaiah positioned the chair in the middle of the open floor space. Caden gripped her chin. “I want you bent over the back of that chair. Present your ass.”
Tess scrambled to obey. The chair back was a bit too high, and she yelped in surprised when Caden lifted her, settling her so that her hips were on the back of the chair, her palms on the seat. Her toes were dangling off the floor and she felt like she was going to fall.
Caden knelt behind her, dragging her panties as he did so, and then she felt something under her feet. He’d placed something on the floor by the back of the chair that was just tall enough she could brace her toes and the balls of her feet on them.
That security was tempered slightly when he put his knee between hers and spread her legs.
“Take another scarf and tie one end around her right thigh, just above the knee. Pass the scarf in front of the chair back, then tie her left leg.”
“Maybe this is too much,” Isaiah said.
Caden stroked her naked ass and Tess moaned in desire.
“Scarf,” Isaiah said. “Right.”
While Isaiah bound her legs ensuring she couldn’t close her knees, Caden crouched in front of the chair.
“I’m going to use a series of successively larger plugs in your ass. I may make you wear plugs in the future.” He caressed her cheek. “Not to assert my dominance, but because I think you’d like walking around with a plug in your ass, reminding you that Isaiah and I will fuck it as we use you in tandem. Would you like that, angel?”
Tess nodded frantically. If the man would only stop talking and get down to business.
Caden rose. “I like to start with a spanking, especially since we know she likes them.”
Tess twisted to look at them, trying to shake her head—not because she didn’t want the spanking, but because she wanted them to get on with it already.
Tess listened in anxious anticipation as Caden gave Isaiah pointers on proper spanking technique. They were taking forever. She lifted her left foot and tried to kick them. She managed a glancing blow.
Caden chuckled. “Bratty. That can be fun.”
She was expecting Isaiah to say something, but instead she felt a solid swat on her butt.
Tess squealed into the gag. The sting was short-lived and gone before the second smack landed.
She squealed again, then moaned. Isaiah continued to spank her, a pleasant heat spreading over her ass. He was careful to avoid her bruised hip, striking the well-padded parts of her ass. She lowered her head, letting it dangle between her arms.
The spanking stopped and she whimpered in protest.
Hands kneaded her ass, then spread the globes apart. Next, she felt cold lube drip over her ass.
“Relax,” Caden commanded. “The first plug is small. Once it’s in we’ll let you up.”
Something smooth and cool pressed against the entrance to her ass, and despite being told to relax, she tensed. The tip of the plug forced its way in. She gasped and wiggled, earning another smack.
“Relax,” Isaiah ordered.
Tess did as he, as they, ordered, and the plug slid in, opening her wide, and wider, until finally the plug narrowed, her body closing around it. The scarf around her legs was untied, and they helped her stand and step off the small blocks Caden had put under her feet. She felt drunk with arousal and sort of floaty. The plug shifted every time she moved, making her hyper aware of her ass.
She looked up at them, reaching for them.
Caden tugged the gag from her mouth and then bent his head to kiss her, before Isaiah did the same.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” Caden asked. There was a hint of fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry, angel, we should have given you a safe word.”
“Please,” she said again. “More.”
Dark hunger replaced the trepidation on his face. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” Caden looked at Isaiah. “I want you on the bed, on your back.”
“She’s ours,” Isaiah reminded him.
“I know. I’m going to have her ride your cock as I train her ass.”
Isaiah hopped on the bed, lying back. Caden slapped Tess’ ass. “On the bed. I want his cock deep in your pussy by the time I get there.”
Tess didn’t stop to argue. She scrambled up, then straddled Isaiah. He grabbed her hips, stopping her from sinking down onto his cock. “What are you doing?”
“Are you okay with this? Did I hurt you?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry—”
Tess bared her teeth, shoved his hands away and sank down on his cock, moaning in pleasure. “I wasn’t complaining,” she breathed. “I like it. Now, less talking, more fucking.” Isaiah’s thick cock filled her pussy while the plug stretched her ass.
“Oh yeah, she’s super submissive,” Isaiah muttered sarcastically.
Caden’s dark laugh poured over her like warm honey. “Bend forward, Tess.”
She did as he ordered, Isaiah’s arms wrapping around her, holding her down. Caden tugged at the plug in her ass. There was a moment of pain as the widest part stretched her before it was gone. She missed the feeling of being full. She didn’t have long to miss it before Caden pressed another plug in. At first, it felt no different, but then it kept going—deeper, wider than the first. She held completely still as he inserted it, Isaiah’s cock buried deep inside her, his arms binding her as Caden trained her ass.
When the second plug was inserted, Caden told Isaiah to let her go. Then he climbed up on the bed behind her, still fully dressed. She sat up, and Caden’s hands snaked around to the front of her body, cupping and fondling her breasts.
“Fuck him,” Caden growled in her ear.
Tess started riding Isaiah’s cock while Caden tugged down the corset to play with her nipples and the plug filled her ass.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Maybe I won’t let you,” Caden said. “I’ll tie you down and we’ll fuck you and play with you, but never let you come. You’ll be begging for our cocks, but all we’ll do is play with these sweet nipples.” He pinched them hard enough to make her gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure. “And this sweet clit.” One hand slid down her abdomen to her pussy. He toyed with her clit even as she continued to ride Isaiah.
“Not going to last much longer,” Isaiah said through clenched teeth.
“Well then.” Caden bent her forward. Tess collapsed on Isaiah’s chest, so aroused that her muscles were fluttering with the desperate need to come. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat where she lay against him, and he tangled a hand in her hair, forcing her to tilt her head so he could claim her mouth in a brutal kiss as he pumped his hips, cock thrusting into her in short, hard movements.
Then Caden grabbed the plug in her ass, yanking it out in one hard pull.
Tess yelped and bi
t Isaiah’s lip. Sensation crashed over her, and she shivered, trying for one fruitless moment to hold off her orgasm.
She knew she was going to fail when Caden worked the tip of his well-lubed cock into her ass. It was wider than the plug had been, the tip much blunter than the tapered plugs. She buried her face against Isaiah even as she lifted her hips, inviting Caden to penetrate her.
“Fuck, I can feel it. I can feel him in your ass,” Isaiah snarled.
Caden’s voice was dark and rich when he said, “We’re together now. It’s just the three of us. From now on. Always.”
He thrust in hard and Tess came. Her body had been dancing on the knife’s edge of arousal for what felt like an hour, and that hard thrust, the fullness of having both their cocks inside her, was what she needed to tip over that edge. She screamed as she came, and her wild frenzy fed theirs. Caden wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her still as he pumped into her, each thrust causing her to slide along Isaiah’s cock before gravity had her sinking down on him again when Caden withdrew.
Her first orgasm quickly became another, and this time Isaiah was right there with her, his body tensing under hers as he came.
They lay together panting as Caden took his time, fucking her orgasm-limp body, Isaiah’s softening cock still inside her, Caden’s movements enough so that she was still riding him. Every so often, a small aftershock of pleasure would shake one of them.
“I like seeing you like this,” Caden said. “Exhausted. Well fucked.”
“I want to feel you come,” Tess said.
“Or I’ll keep you like this,” he said darkly. “Fuck you all night. When you beg me to stop, I’ll roll Isaiah over and fuck his ass instead.”
“Can we get a snack first?” Tess asked.
Caden paused. “You’re thinking about snacks?”
“Orgasms make me hungry.”
“Up,” Caden commanded. “Prop yourself up on your arms. Isaiah, play with her clit. I want her to come again. I want her—no, both of you—so satisfied you can’t think about anything, including food.”
Tess didn’t think she could come again and was about to say so when Isaiah pressed his thumb against her clit, rolling it. She hissed out a breath and every muscle in her legs and lower abdomen tightened. “Fuck me,” she practically snarled. “Fuck my ass, play with my clit.”
Both men responded as if she’d struck them. Caden started to hammer his cock into her ass, and Isaiah worked her clit in a hard, steady rhythm. Caden’s teeth closed over her shoulder, muffling the sound of his shout as he came. The sudden, unexpected pain only brought her closer to orgasm. Isaiah’s thumb never stopped, and soon the relentless stimulation of orgasm-sensitive flesh brought her to another white-hot climax.
This time she collapsed onto Isaiah with a sob. Her whole body was shuddering and her face was wet with tears.
They cuddled on either side of her, hands stroking her, lips brushing her cheeks and hair.
“It’s okay,” Isaiah murmured.
“I’m sorry,” Caden whispered. “So sorry.”
“S-stop,” she gasped, blinking to clear her vision. She rolled onto her back, between her men. She reached up to touch their cheeks. “Don’t be sorry. That was so good.”
Caden looked unsure. “You’re crying.”
“I think I might have died,” she told him semi-seriously. “It was that good.”
Caden’s serious gaze searched her face. “Le petite mort.”
They settled down together, sweaty and sticky, but too content to worry about cleaning up.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Isaiah cleared his throat. “So, you’re a member of this club?”
Caden shifted. “I was. Tonight is my final time here.”
“Why?” Tess asked. “Let’s not be hasty.”
Caden lifted up on one arm. “You two are not serious BDSM players.”
“Okay, maybe not, but they have fun stuff. And fun people watching,” Tess insisted.
Caden shook his head. “Even if I wanted to keep my membership, I didn’t play their last game, so I’m not exactly in good standing.”
“What game?”
“The checklist game. And before you ask, it means every member was assigned a letter and a partner—yes, some people were assigned random partners—and they had to explore every kink, toy, and position that started with that letter on the club’s BDSM checklist.”
Tess looked at Isaiah, then they both looked at Caden.
“What’s on the list?”
“Can we see it?”
“Could we play but be assigned together?”
“Is there one of these clubs in D.C?”
“What about Boston? Is there one in Boston?”
Caden rolled onto his back and pulled a pillow over his head, muffling but not muting his next words. “I’ve created monsters. Sex monsters.”
Chapter Eighteen
It hadn’t taken Isaiah more than five minutes with his cell to discover the address of the Vista Inn in Las Cruses. A picture of the hotel matched Rose’s description of the postcards from her mother.
On the drive from L.A. to Las Cruses, Caden filled them in on what little he knew of Rose’s mother. “She was an anthropologist, and from the pictures I’ve seen of her, she was very beautiful. Rose favors her a great deal. As Rose said, she was always kept out of the picture when she was a child, stashed with a grandmother while her mother, Tallulah, traveled for work.”
“And her mother died?” Tess asked. “How?”
Caden paused. “Actually, no one knows for sure if she really is dead.”
“Seems to happen a lot in your circle,” Isaiah said drolly.
Caden reached over and lightly punched him on the arm. “Smartass. She disappeared fifteen years ago without a trace. She’d been in Argentina, working somewhere near Puerto Pirámides, when she just vanished. The report that came back from the police was she’d taken to swimming each morning in a nearby gulf. The locals believed she drowned, but her body was never found.”
“And what do you know of the Hancocks?” Isaiah asked.
“They were close friends of my parents. They all shared the same twisted view of the world and their place in it. In their minds, the rich are above the law, their money and interests always at the forefront. Poor people exist merely to clean their houses and mow their lawns. They don’t work for the greater good. They strive only to keep all the power for themselves.”
“How did people like that get into the Trinity Masters? Everything they stand for is in direct opposition to the ideals set forth by our society. Members are selected because of their commitment to improving society, their progressive ideals, and their belief in leaving the world a better place than they found it.”
Caden rolled his eyes at Isaiah’s rose-colored view of the Trinity Masters, but Isaiah didn’t care. The world would continue to go to shit if the people who could make a difference became too jaded to try. “They were legacies. Well-connected with the right educations, and there’s no denying they’re intelligent; leaders in the community.”
“Perhaps the tradition of accepting legacies as a way to gain admittance to the Trinity Masters needs to be dropped.”
Caden seemed to agree with his suggestion. “I’ll suggest it to the Grand Master once this is all over.”
“You know her…the Grand Master,” Tess said, not bothering to make her comment a question.
Caden nodded. “I do.”
When he didn’t say more, it was obvious he wasn’t going to fill them in on the secret.
“I still don’t understand how their true natures haven’t been noticed by those within the Trinity Masters,” Isaiah mused aloud.
Caden switched on the turn signal to take the next right. “Their public masks hide the ugliness they only reveal to each other. Priscilla Hancock chairs several charitable organizations, and they give away just enough of their money—for tax breaks—to make it seem like they’re altruistic and
caring. Their game isn’t a new one. It’s not even an unusual one amongst the very elite, wealthy upper class.”
Tess groaned. “None of that is a comforting thought when you realize Senator Hancock has aspirations to be president.”
“We’re close,” Caden said, pointing to a sign that told them to take the next left for the Vista Inn.
“This isn’t exactly a tourist destination,” Isaiah said, looking around. “There’s nothing here. Not even really a town.”
“More of a crossroads,” Tess said.
All around them were low rolling hills covered in gold grass and scrub oak—too hilly to make good farmland, though they’d seen some livestock.
“How are we playing this?” Caden asked as they turned off the two-lane highway.
Tess laughed. “Wait. We’re going to have a plan? I thought we’d just keep winging it. That seems to be working for us.”
Isaiah shook his head, even as he grinned at her joke. “Cade’s right. We need to go in there with some idea of what we’re saying or looking for. Tallulah has been missing for years, the last postcard she sent to Rose was well over fifteen years ago. Chances are very slim that anyone here will have a clue who Tallulah is.”
“What if I pretend to be Rose? I can mention the postcards and say I’d always wanted to come because my mother loved it so much. That’s a pretty easy way to drop some names.”
Caden nodded. “I like that. “Let’s read the room. Devon suggested that to me when it came to deciding how to approach the Hancocks. If it feels safe to drop her name, we’ll play the Rose card. And if that doesn’t yield any results, we’ll rent a room and start snooping around. Figure it won’t take us long to realize this is a dead end.”
Isaiah reached out and gripped Caden’s shoulder with a friendly squeeze. “There he is. Mr. Optimism. I was wondering how long it would take before you’d tell us this was a mistake.” He glanced behind him at Tess in the backseat. “I had ten a.m. What did you have?”
She grimaced. “Eleven thirty. You win.”
“You placed bets on me being a pessimist?” Caden laughed out loud when Tess reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty, slapping it into Isaiah’s open palm. Isaiah would never get tired of Caden’s laughter. There was always a split second of surprise on Caden’s face, like he couldn’t believe the sound was actually coming from him. And in the past twenty-four hours, it felt like all they’d done was laugh.
