“Nipple clamps,” Stone affirmed. “But don’t put them on. I want Davidson to do that for you.”
Maybe he wasn’t quite as tired as thought…
Chapter Eight
Since the moment Kayla had first arrived here, everything had been an experience. From long walks on the ranch and its rugged terrain, to the first sighting of Stone’s naked, semiaroused body, to the experience of being naked without questioning it, to having two amazingly hot men at the same time. Was she really going to masturbate, her legs spread wide as they watched?
Wolf Stone had pushed her past the limits she hadn’t known she had. He’d introduced her to things she’d never believed possible. Seeing his interaction with Nate had stunned her, shocked her. She’d never imagined a man could be so commanding and compassionate at the same time. He was unyielding, but he never forced Nate to go somewhere he didn’t want to go.
And Nate…
He was gentle with her. The way he had carried her into Stone’s room and tucked her into bed, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead before turning off the light had made her feel cared for.
These two men had meant something to her before she showed up at Cold Creek Ranch. Now, though, it was so much more. From Stone’s firmness to Nate’s tenderness, she was falling.
She crossed to the chest he’d indicated. She was conscious of Stone watching her every move. Could he see that her buttocks were still red from his spanking? Did it turn him on?
Kayla searched the chest. There weren’t just a couple of toys in here. There were lots of them. Dildos, some even made from glass. There were butt plugs and vibrators. And paddles and cuffs.
A shudder rippled through her.
Determinedly she selected a dildo, big, but not too big, and a smallish vibrator.
Peripherally, she was aware of Stone leaving the room to clean up, then returning with a damp cloth to clean up his lover.
Again, a paradox.
She thought Stone would have Nate perform the ritual, but Stone seemed to want to do it for Nate. “You’re going to get him hard again,” she said to Stone. The cloth was in his hand and he was rubbing Nate’s cock with it, in a back and forth stroke.
“That’s the idea.”
“I won’t be able to walk straight for a week,” Nate protested.
“Poor baby,” she soothed. But she felt no sympathy. She’d have trouble sitting for at least a day. Her pussy was swollen. Every nerve ending in her body was sensitized.
She picked up a pair of vicious-looking clamps. They were, she assumed, for her nipples.
She swallowed convulsively.
Nope. No sympathy at all for Nate. Not if these things were going on her breasts.
Nate was sitting on the floor, Stone stood near the fireplace, his hand extended.
“Since it’s the first time you’ve had your tits clamped…”
His raw language grabbed her attention, as she knew he meant it to.
“…we’ll cut you a bit of slack.”
Obediently she dropped the clamps into his hand.
“Come here.”
She was so aware of his nude body, hard angles, rough edges, and the wounds struggling to heal.
Her mouth was dry.
She wanted this man.
He cupped her breasts in his palms. “Lovely,” he said.
She knew he’d just orgasmed, but his cock was jutting in front of him. He drew her breasts together, then flicked his callused thumbs across the tips. She gasped. Her eyes closed.
White-hot heat streaked straight to her clit.
He laughed, a seductive, arousing sound.
Fear was forgotten. She was safe with him. And more than that, she wanted to try anything he dreamed up.
He lowered his head to suckle on her right breast, drawing her nipple inside and pressing it against the roof of his mouth.
“She’s going to like the clamps,” Nate said.
If it felt anything like this, she definitely was.
He lavished her left breast with the same attention. She wasn’t going to need lube for the toys, as moist as she was.
She nearly growled in frustration when he pulled away.
“Ready?”
She scowled. He laughed.
“Davidson, throw a couple of pillows on the coffee table. Fagan, up you go.”
After Nate put the pillows in place, she climbed up on the table, aware of all their reflections in the floor-to-ceiling window dominating the west side wall. Stone himself came over to adjust her body and the pillows so that her pelvis was tilted up.
He drew her toward the edge. “I want to tie your legs to the table.”
To keep her legs apart. Her arousal was replaced by a skittering of apprehension.
“Your choice,” he said.
She tamped down her fear and aimed for trust. She drew a breath and whispered, “Yes.”
Within seconds, her spread legs were secured. There was no way she could draw her thighs together, even as she raced toward an orgasm, provided that was even possible.
Her head was on the polished wood beneath her, and her hips were elevated on the pillows. Stone, she knew, would enjoy the show. She felt her cheeks flame again.
Nate handed her the glass dildo she’d selected, but she said, “I think I’ll use the vibrator.” When the little device was in her hand, she said, “I’m not really sure how the clamps work.”
“We’re going to let you get aroused, get past your inhibitions.”
So he’d noticed her embarrassment.
“Davidson will play with your breasts. On my signal, he’ll clamp one nipple, then the other. I’ll tighten them as firmly as you can take it.”
She tried to nod.
“Turn on the vibrator, Fagan.”
Her fingers shook as she complied. After everything she’d already experienced, this shouldn’t make her so timid, but it did.
The low noise seemed to fill the great room.
“Your pussy is swollen.”
It felt like it. Wordlessly, she nodded.
“It’s beautiful.”
She used one hand to part her lips, not that they needed it with her legs being spread so wide.
“Show us your clit,” Stone said.
She drew back the little hood to expose the swollen nub.
“Nice,” Nate said.
Her eyes closed.
One of the men knelt between her legs and licked her, from back to front. She strained forward as much as the ties would allow. Quickly, furiously, she was turned on.
She wanted more. More.
He complied, circling her exposed clit, then gently suckling on it. She moaned.
Then he was gone, and he was guiding her hand toward her pussy.
She was consumed with the knowledge they were watching her. So hot. So sexy.
Her eyes still closed, she brushed the vibrator across her clit. Her entire body tingled.
Her earlier moan became a groan.
After a few more passes, she could hardly contain her own reactions.
“Don’t come,” Stone instructed.
She moved the little device away and forced herself to breathe deep until she’d contained the orgasm.
When she was ready, she plumped her clitoris, then feathered the vibrator across it.
She felt Nate at her breast. She opened her eyes to see his smiling face and irresistible blond hair. “You’ll like it,” he said, laving her aureole with his tongue.
“Uh-huh.”
He grinned. “Keep playing with yourself.”
She did.
He nibbled, sucked, bit, then captured her right breast and squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Automatically she tensed.
“Distract yourself,” Stone instructed.
Then he was there, his hand on hers, guiding the implement. Her hips jerked.
Nate released her nipple, only to instantly clamp it.
She gasped.
But
neither man would relent.
Nate moved to her other breast. Stone eased a finger into her vagina.
She was completely overwhelmed, done in by the tenderness, the sharp pain, and, unbelievably, the building orgasm.
As Stone fingered her, she continued to move the vibrator, faster, faster, then Nate clamped her other breast.
He swallowed her cry of pain with a deep, penetrating, seeking kiss.
As they cared for her, she began to relax, began to realize the sharp pain was receding.
And then…
And then…
An orgasm clawed at her.
“Ride it,” Stone urged. He took hold of the chain that ran between the clamps and twisted it in his palm.
She thrashed.
She’d never felt anything like this. So cared for. So physically aroused. So female.
Nate deepened the kiss.
She pressed the vibrator harder against her clit. She was close, so close…just a bit more.
Stone inserted another finger; then he yanked on the chain.
She screamed.
The orgasm crashed into her and dragged her under. “Holy…” She couldn’t find words. It took her several minutes to become aware of the world again.
When she did, she realized Stone had released her from the bindings and was massaging her legs. Nate had a warm, damp cloth pressed between her legs. She opened her eyes. “My nipples hurt like hell.”
“Welcome back,” Nate said with a quick grin.
“When I remove the clamps,” Stone told her, “the blood will return. It’ll hurt momentarily. In a true scene, we’d make the pain part of it, but since you’re a newbie…”
“Gee. Thanks.”
Stone himself actually smiled.
He crouched next to her. She noticed the way he favored his leg, all without any complaint.
Which was more than she could say for herself when he released her right nipple. She howled.
“It’s not all that bad,” Nate told her.
Suddenly it wasn’t. Because Stone suckled, gently. And that was completely distracting.
Then, wasn’t she lucky? Nate did the same thing. She had two gorgeous men, one dark as night, one fair as daybreak, both sucking on her breasts.
Part of her realized their time together wouldn’t last much longer, and that made her all the more determined to enjoy every single moment.
* * * * *
How the hell had this happened?
Stone liked his space, his privacy. He liked waking up before dawn to grab a cup of coffee, check the monitors in his office, scan the world headlines, then working out hard before hitting a hot shower. Instead, he was in the center of his mattress, tangled in sheets and arms, with a woman’s hair spread across one pillow, and one of Davidson’s muscular legs beneath his own.
So much for an orderly, unencumbered life.
From the moment Fagan showed up with her pseudotherapy skills, his world had been turned upside down.
When he checked the perimeter in the middle of the night, he’d been aware of her sleeping in the guest room, her pajama-clad body sprawled invitingly across a queen-size mattress.
He was a controlled, regimented man, and his sexual desires were kept tightly leashed. Or they had been, until she showed up. Since he’d caught a glimpse of her cream-colored thigh, he’d masturbated twice a day.
Then Davidson had arrived, bringing with him a flood of unwelcome emotion. After they’d parted last year, Stone had forced himself to move on with his life. It hadn’t been easy. They had a long time invested in each other. They’d met more than three years ago and done the dance of being attracted and never acting on it. But once they’d slept together, once they’d fucked, combustion had occurred.
Now he was back, and Stone couldn’t ignore his own feelings any longer. He didn’t want Davidson to walk away again, which he would, if Stone wasn’t able to voice those things Davidson needed to hear.
Fuck it all.
He hadn’t asked for this, hadn’t expected it, hadn’t wanted it.
He’d planned to get himself healthy, then let Hawkeye know he was ready to return to duty.
Instead, his life, and his bed, were filled with people he loved.
What the hell was he supposed to do with all that? Go back to his regularly scheduled life?
Fagan shifted, and her delicate hand was on his thigh.
Within a fraction of a second, he had a raging hard-on. He wanted her, bad. And the image of him stuffing his cock up her tight, virginal ass while Davidson fucked her made him throb. He disentangled all their limbs and managed to find his way from the bed.
He went into the bathroom and closed the door.
He grabbed a bottle of lube and squeezed a dollop onto his cock, then closed his hand around his dick and stroked. Stone started slowly, letting the intensity build. Everything was about control, even this.
He thought about his subs, about giving them pleasure, about how their reactions gave him pleasure. He thought of the way Davidson responded so perfectly to every command, and he thought of the joys of initiating Fagan, experiencing her sexual awakening.
Fuck.
Was there anything better?
He squeezed harder, pumping his cock.
Seconds later, he groaned. He came, hard.
Maybe being alone wasn’t all he’d tried to convince himself.
Finally relieved, at least temporarily, he cleaned up. Davidson and Fagan were still sleeping, so he pulled on a pair of workout shorts and headed for the kitchen to turn on the coffeepot.
Minutes later, holding a cup of strong, black, Sumatran brew, he headed for his home office, or as Davidson called it, the Batcave.
He checked his monitors, called up an activity report.
All quiet. At least for now.
He listened to his messages. Surprise of surprise, the trial was going well, and he would likely be called to testify sometime tomorrow.
Much as he’d like to make the plans and arrangements and be done with it, he had to respect his teammates, his lovers, and include them in his decisions. He scowled. This relationship stuff was complicating the hell out of his life. It would have been easier if Hawkeye hadn’t said anything and allowed Stone to deal with his own issues. But Hawkeye liked to meddle even more than Davidson did.
As soon as the trial was over, Davidson and Fagan would be assigned to new missions.
That thought didn’t settle well in his gut.
Stone decided to keep the information to himself, if only for a few more hours.
When he returned to the kitchen, Fagan was already there, her hair sleep-tousled, one of his T-shirts skimming her thighs, too far beneath her buttocks for his taste. She stood looking out the window, her back to him, her feet bare. She turned to face him, and smiled. She held a mug of coffee in her hand, lightened with a huge dollop of cream.
“How’s everything in the world?” She took a drink of her coffee. “I woke up when you left the bed. I thought you might want some privacy, so I stayed here instead of barging into your office and jumping your bones like I really wanted to.”
He refilled his own cup.
“Thought I’d push your chair away from the desk and straddle you. Give you a deep kiss, then rub myself on you until your cock got hard enough to slip into my pussy.”
He put down the cup before the coffee sloshed out.
She was blushing, much like she had yesterday. He found that oddly appealing. A very female reaction, even though she was an agent with one of North America’s premiere protection agencies. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, knew how to get what she wanted, wasn’t afraid to ask for it, and yet, her face still betrayed her embarrassment about all things sexual. An intriguing contrast. “And I got out of bed,” he said, “because I couldn’t stop thinking about you holding your ass cheeks apart while I bugger you.”
“Oh.”
“I was thinking about Davidson filling your pussy at the same ti
me.”
She returned her cup to the counter.
“Ever had two men at the same time?”
“No.” She fingered her hair back, away from her face. “But I’d like to.”
“How’s your ass this morning?”
“It feels a bit tender. Nothing bad.”
“Turn around. Bend over.”
Slowly, she did, easing herself over until she grasped her ankles.
“No bruising,” he observed. “One small welt. Damn, Fagan, you’ve got one hot ass. Takes a spanking well. Maybe we should make sure you get another one.”
When she stood and faced him again, she was smiling.
He pulled a chair away from the kitchen table and sat. “Straddle me,” he told her.
If he hadn’t been observing her so closely, he might have missed the way her tongue nervously played with her lower lip. But she didn’t hesitate.
Bolder than he might have expected, she pulled off the T-shirt she was wearing, even as she walked toward him. As he’d noticed before, her breasts were lovely, with responsive nipples that pebbled beautifully, begging to be teased and clamped.
Her pussy was lovely, the hair nicely trimmed, and her labia still swollen from yesterday’s session. Her cunt would look gorgeous with metal clamps tugging down on it. Just that image made his cock stir.
She climbed into his lap, dug her fingers into his hair, loosening that thin strip of leather, then pulled back his head and kissed him, deeply, sensually.
She tasted of sweetness and cream with the bite of coffee. And she tasted of woman and surrender, despite the fact she was taking the initiative. At a moment’s notice, he’d be back in control. They both recognized that as the natural order.
As she deepened the kiss, she leaned into him, then eased back, rubbing her naked crotch against him. The material of his shorts had to feel abrasive on her sensitized skin, but her moan sure as hell wasn’t one of protest.
He itched to lift her and slide her onto his dick, but he waited, letting her play out her fantasy. Not that that was a hardship.
In the distance he was aware of the shower running. If Davidson was still draining the hot water tank when they finished, he’d bundle Fagan in there and then join both of them. Yeah. Things were sure as hell getting more complicated by the hour.
Fagan fumbled with his shorts. Her breaths were shorter and farther between as she sought, and found his length.
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