by Tony Ramagos
She gulped and forced herself to give him an honest answer, even if she did purposely omit the details. “I was thinking about how I might enjoy some of the stuff I see in here.”
She could see he was satisfied with her answer, details or not. He hadn’t moved from the doorway and had assumed the same pose he’d been in when she’d first spotted him in the hallway. One broad shoulder was leaning against the frame, his arms were folded over his bare chest, and his feet were crossed at the ankles. He shot a quick glance around the room and then lifted a brow as he met her gaze again.
“Is there anything in particular you’re thinking you would enjoy above the others?”
Chapter Four
Tamara made a full three-sixty where she stood, slowly scoping out her surroundings before she made the complete turn. “The swing thing looks interesting.” This time, her answer seemed to surprise him, although not in a negative way, but she still felt the need to point it out. “You look as if you didn’t expect me to say that.”
“What I expected, sugar, was for you to start off with the smaller, shall we say, less binding equipment, and work your way up.”
She tried to give him a nonchalant shrug but felt her shoulder quiver. As observant as she knew he was, there was no way he didn’t notice, even if he didn’t call her on it. “When I set my mind to something, I tend to jump in with both feet.”
“Seth would disagree with that, but seeing as how it’s just the two of us right now… Strip for me, Tamara.”
His tone had started off conversational, but it definitely hadn’t ended that way. Tamara felt her insides quiver as she ingested the command. And it was a command. She could refuse, but where would that get her? Right back to square one. She was tired of battling her desires for him and his brothers, sick of waking up night after night with her fingers in her pussy after a heated wet dream of being with them, and fed up with wondering what it would feel like to let her submissive demon out of its cage.
The sex she’d had with Darryl tonight in the stables had been off the freaking charts, but it hadn’t done a thing to calm the craving inside her to be controlled. Following Colt’s command now was a small start. She reached for the hem of her shirt, eased it up and over her head, and bit back a smile at the low-throated sound that traveled to her from across the room. She didn’t hesitate as she went for the button and zipper of her jeans, freed both, and pushed them down her legs. She toed off her tennis shoes, kicked her jeans aside, and then, oh my God, she was standing before Colt Barlow completely naked and ready for his next command.
His gaze gave her a slow onceover that had things unfurling inside her she’d never felt before. The look in his eyes was one of sheer male appreciation for what he saw as he pushed off the doorframe and slowly closed the distance between them.
“What happened to your underwear, sugar?”
Tamara gulped. He’d stopped closed enough to her to invade her personal space, but he didn’t touch her. She wanted him to touch her. Every inch of her flesh was burning with a need she hadn’t been able to extinguish since she’d first met him and his brothers. It was silly, maybe even stupid, but she found herself fearing that her lack of underwear had displeased him.
“My bra is in the pocket of my jeans, and my panties are in the stables. Darryl…” She trailed off as a slow grin unfolded on Colt’s lips.
“He ripped them off of your sexy body, huh? Good for him.” The grin disappeared as he looked at the swing hanging from the ceiling. He returned his attention to her, reached out to lock an arm around her waist, and spun her until her back was against his front. “I’m going to show you what this swing does,” he told her as he walked her to it. “Bend forward for me, sugar.”
Confused, Tamara looked at him over her shoulder. “Isn’t that going to be backward?”
He gave her a hint of another grin as he reached around her, caught the adjustable straps of the swing, and separated them. “Not for what I’ve got in mind.”
He gently pushed against her back with the front of his body, moving her closer as he brought the strap to her waist. Then he folded his body over hers, bending her forward over the strap. “This will support your waist. Grab those stirrups in front of you. They will help to keep you balanced, but if you let go of them, you’ll fall on your pretty nose.”
She allowed him to guide her into the harness, curling her fingers over the stirrups and fisting them in a white-knuckled grip, but couldn’t help but point out, “Not if you’re holding me.”
“Sugar, my hands are going to be too busy to hold you.”
Obviously confident he had the harness secure at her waist, he skimmed his hands down her thighs. He spread her legs wide on either side of his body and reached for the second set of stirrups. He secured first one and then the other around her ankles, tugged on them to test their safety, then released them as he moved from between her legs.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
The sound of the new voice in the room had Tamara sucking in a breath and jerking her head in search for it. She immediately spotted Seth, standing much as he’d been the last time she’d caught sight of him in the stable’s doorway with his arms crossed and an angry expression overtaking his handsome face.
“She went snooping through the house and found the playroom,” Colt told him. “I decided to show her what’s inside.”
“And what’s Darryl going to think when he finds out, Tamara?”
Seth’s tone was so cold, but she knew it was only his attempt to cover the hurt he felt when he’d found her with Darryl. “Seth, he’s okay with it. He still needs time to come to terms with himself, but he’d be with us now if he was ready.” Her heart tripped as Seth moved from the doorway and started toward her.
“You’re telling me our little brother is finally ready to share?”
Her heart was in her throat. She started to nod but again remembered Colt’s words from the hallway. There was no way Seth would take a nonverbal answer. She gulped and managed to push the word through her suddenly dry lips. “Yes.”
He buried a hand in the back of her hair, fisted the strands, and pulled her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Did you know this before you let him fuck you in the stables tonight?”
Tamara gulped again. “Yes. It was the only reason I did it.”
The look that moved through his hardened expression was indescribable. It was more than relief, more than happiness. It was a moment she didn’t doubt she would remember forever.
“Are you giving yourself completely to me and Colt now?”
Tamara held his gaze, hoping he could see everything she was feeling in her eyes, hoping it would mollify him when she said, “The completely part is up for debate, especially with you, but yes, I am giving myself to you and Colt now.”
His fingers in her hair tightened on the strands even harder, sending zings of pleasure-laced pain straight to her cunt. “There is nothing up for debate with me, Tamara. If you’re submitting to me, that’s exactly the way things will be in every way, in every room of this house or whatever room I desire.”
Rooms. He was talking about sex, wasn’t he? In what other context could he mean that statement?
She knew she should ask. She knew she could clarify everything before she allowed him to do what he wished to her. Still, her need for him was too great. She’d kept it bottled inside for too long. They could work out the details later, couldn’t they?
An idea sprang to her mind, something she’d seen in the movies she’d watched and the books she’d read, and she went with it. “What do I call you?”
That got her a hint of a smile, and Holy Mother of God, the flames that turned his eyes to a deep ebony nearly seared her soul. “That is something you should’ve been told before being brought to this room,” he said with a quick, obviously disapproving look away from her. Obviously, it had been meant for Colt. His gaze returned to hers, and he told her, “You will call me master. Colt will be sir. Do you understa
nd?”
“Yes, Master.”
His gaze shifted from hers again to slide down her body. “Have I told you yet what an incredible view you are giving us?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “You look amazing, Tamara, exactly how I’ve pictured you in my dreams.” He released her hair but bent forward as he did so to capture her mouth with his in a searing kiss. “If I overheard correctly, you’re curious about this particular toy and the pleasures you will find bound in it.”
He’d been standing in the doorway longer than she, or even Colt, had realized. That much was obvious by his statement. She licked her lips and answered him, even though he hadn’t asked a question.
“Yes, Master.”
His gaze shifted briefly from hers again. “You know what we’ll need.”
His words were obviously meant for Colt, but they sent another shiver of trepidation down her spine. She heard faint noises behind her, the sounds of things being shuffled around and gathered. It heightened the unknown feeling racing through her, as well as the expectation making her pussy burn.
“You really do look amazing,” Seth told her. “I love the way your breasts are hanging free, the sexy arch to your back, and the way your tight ass is in the air with your legs spread so wide.” Seth circled her as he spoke, touching each of the places he mentioned and igniting a blaze in them that she feared might burn her alive. “How do you feel?”
She considered that question for a moment before she gave him the truth. “Helpless. Defenseless.” She let that answer linger in the air and then added, “Safe.”
He moved back to stand in front of her face and dragged the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “You are safe, Tamara. You will always be safe with us. Don’t ever forget that.”
The sheer emotions in his eyes and voice tore at her heart. “I won’t, Master. I want this. I want you and Colt.” She thought about her choice of words and what he’d told her and amended, “I want you and Sir.”
A devilish grin spread Seth’s lips. “And you will have us, right along with whatever we choose to do to you tonight.”
It might have been a threat or a promise. From his tone and the expression on his handsome face, she wasn’t sure which it was or if it was combination of both. She had never felt more vulnerable, more at anyone’s mercy than she did right now. And she was totally at their mercy. Fastened securely in the harness, she wouldn’t be able to get away from anything they decided to do to her without harming herself in the process.
She didn’t want to get away. Every part of her body was fully exposed, her ability to touch taken away by the necessity of holding on to the straps, her power to stand on her own, or to even close her legs, shattered by the stirrups binding her ankles tight. Still, she didn’t want to get away. The only thing she craved that she wasn’t going to get tonight was for Darryl to be in the room, too. She comforted herself with the knowledge that he would be here with them soon. It wouldn’t happen tonight. He’d made that clear in the stables. But it would happen. Darryl was a man of his word, and he would stick by his promise. Tonight, all she could do was experience the wonder of being with Seth and Colt and knowing that, soon, she would have all three brothers around her.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Colt was walking toward her, a black satin blindfold stretched between his hands. Her heart beat triple-time, more out of excitement than fear. “You’re going to blindfold me, too?”
A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips as he knelt in front of her and held the blindfold close to her face. “Tonight is going to be all about feeling. We want you concentrating on your body’s responses, the pleasure we give you, what it does to your mind, and how it feels in your heart.”
She closed her eyes, his words enveloping the heart he spoke of in a tight fist of emotion-laced fear.
“You should’ve been given more training before you were brought into this room,” Seth told her, his voice now carrying to her ears from somewhere behind her. She felt his touch and realized he was standing directly behind her when his slightly callused palm grazed over the cheeks of her ass. “Since you weren’t, I’ll have to give you a crash course. Tonight is about truly letting go of everything, letting yourself free, letting yourself feel, and letting us love you.”
Letting them love her? Oh God! It was the first time any of them had used the “L” word and the fact that Seth had been the one to do it was all the more life-altering. Her mind raced as Colt stretched the blindfold over her eyes.
With her vision gone, her other senses immediately kicked into hyper drive. She heard Colt’s steady breathing fade as he moved away from her head and the faint sounds of more shuffling beside and in front of her. Goose pimples rose to the surface of her flesh, clashing with the heat pumping through her and skyrocketing her need to be touched.
“Are you cold, sweetheart?” Colt asked, and she sucked in a breath when the faintest tip of a finger outlined her hanging breast. “Your nipples are hard. I thought I might have to play with them a minute to get them ready, maybe toy with and suck on them, but I see I won’t need to.”
Please. The word whimpered in her mind, slamming into the question, Ready for what? Her question was wordlessly answered in the next instant when solid, padded clamps simultaneously closed on both her nipples. The breath quivered out of her as pleasure danced the thin line of pain through her breasts, delight zinging through her on a direct path to her sodden pussy. The added weight of the clamps pulled on her breasts, intensifying the sensations and capturing her focus.
“I gave her a few minutes to scope out the room,” Colt’s said, obviously to Seth. “I noticed she seemed to be intrigued with a few other things in here besides this swing.”
“I’m assuming that’s why you brought me these.”
Tamara didn’t know what Seth meant by these, but she was pretty sure she was about to find out. Especially when Seth’s hand flattened on her bottom, caressing first one cheek and then the other before a finger delved between them to graze over her anus.
“I’m not sure I agree with your choices, but we’ll see how our pet likes them.”
What had been Colt’s choices? Her mind whirled, and her ass flexed as the remembered the various sizes of butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators she’d seen on the shelves in the room. She sucked in a breath as Seth slipped something cool and moist between the cheeks of her ass. His large fingers spread her cheeks apart, and a gentle breeze moved over her anus before an object began to slowly enter her tight hole.
“Relax, darlin’,” Colt coached as Seth eased the object deeper past the tight ring of muscle until it settled inside her. “It won’t hurt as long as you relax.”
He was right. When she forced herself to relax and struggled past the dark sensations that threatened to overwhelm her, it didn’t hurt. Pain, pleasure, mortification, and sheer delight slashed through her bottom, drawing a thick moisture from her cunt to coat her pussy lips.
“What is that?” she asked on a strangled whisper as her ass involuntarily clenched on the object. The toy started to warm, the inner walls of her anus tingling, spreading the heat through her system.
“Lesson number two,” Colt told her. “When you ask a question, you follow it with Master or Sir. Then one of us will answer you.”
Tamara battled through the cacophony of sensations ricocheting through her and managed to reword her question. Deciding Seth was the one who needed the answer since he was the one who had put the object inside her, she asked, “What is that, Master?”
“Ginger.” He answered her without hesitation. “It will feel cool at first, but the more your sexy ass clenches on it, the hotter it will get.”
Hotter? Dear God, could she stand it getting hotter? Could she stop her ass from gripping it? She concentrated on relaxing, on preventing her ass from tightening around it. She failed when a tug at her breasts pulled the clamps on both of her nipples, sending a racing train of pleasured pain colliding with the increased burn
in her ass.
Her breath caught on a sound she had never heard herself make as delirium sizzled through her. “Seth! Master, please. Colt! Sir? Oh, God, I can’t stand it.”
“Yes, you can, love.” Colt nuzzled his face at her ear and whispered softly. “Let it feel good.”
“It does feel good.” She panted as her breathing kicked into a rapid tempo to match the beating of her heart. Wicked, uncontrollable needs tore through her. Her body trembled with her efforts not to move, causing her attempt to relax to fail once again. “It feels too good.”
“Don’t come, Tamara.” Seth’s tone became deeper, more intimate, and thick with authority. “We haven’t given you permission yet. Damn you, Colt, for not giving her more training before you brought her in here.”
“She’s a fast learner,” Colt argued. “She’s already proved that. And fuck you. We’ve both been waiting too damn long to get her here.”
Seth didn’t comment, but he did dance a finger between her legs that drew her attention to it as it slipped between her pussy lips and flicked over her throbbing clit. Her hips jerked reflexively, and the burn from the ginger immediately grew stronger, reminding her of its presence and of his warning. She wouldn’t come yet. The thin line between the pleasure and the pain remained, stretched tightly now until it nearly merged to one but staying separate enough to keep her teetering on the edge without allowing her to topple over.
“I won’t come. I promise, but please, do something.” She needed more, anything to snap that thread, to send her body careening through the cavernous ecstasy just out of her reach.
“What is it you want us to do?” Colt asked softly.
“I don’t know. Anything. Please.”
Every inch of her flesh demanded attention, yet neither of them was touching her. Seth had pulled his finger from between her pussy lips, leaving an empty feeling that contrasted with the fullness in her ass until her cunt and bottom screamed in simultaneous agony.
