by Tony Ramagos
She gave him a ghost of a smile and a soft half-laugh full of scorn. “Is it wrong of me to want to be in your playroom after what Connie Calvert’s desires did to her family?”
Seth moved in behind her, and his hands framed her hips above Darryl’s arm. “Connie Calvert handled her desires all wrong. Nicholas Calvert isn’t a Dom, but she should’ve told her husband what she wanted, and the two of them should’ve found a way to feed that part of her without her feeling the need to find it somewhere else.”
“Nicholas Calvert wasn’t making his woman happy,” Colt added with a quick glance at Darryl as he moved in on Tamara’s side and slid a hand beneath her hair to cup her nape. “A woman’s happiness is all that matters. Any man who doesn’t see it is, in my mind, just as responsible for the consequences as the woman if she chooses to run around.”
Darryl dipped his head and brushed his nose to the tip of hers. “Is the playroom what you really want right now?”
“Yes.” She said the word in a tone of absolutely certainty. “But only if all three of you are there, too.” She completed that statement with a glance back at Seth before meeting Darry’s gaze again.
“All three of us will be here,” Darryl assured her, “giving you more pleasure than you knew could exist.”
That got him a wide smile and a quick brush of her lips to hers. “That’s exactly what I want.”
Seth released her and stepped back. “Then lead the way, love.”
Chapter Seven
Tamara climbed the steps to the second floor on legs that felt steadier than they had all day. She needed this. She needed to relinquish all control of her thoughts, her feelings, and everything else in her life tonight to the men she loved.
And she did love them. She loved all three of them with everything in her heart, her soul, and her very being. She hadn’t told them as much yet, but she would. What happened later remained to be seen, but she knew they needed to at least know how she truly felt.
She led the way to the playroom as Seth had instructed her and paused outside the locked door. It only half surprised her that Darryl was the one to shove his hand in the front pocket of his jeans and dig out the key. He hadn’t yet shown his true dominant side to her. That made the anticipation coursing through her veins kick into double-time.
He unlocked the door, cast a furtive glance at his brothers, and then met her gaze. “When you enter the room, walk to the center beyond the swing you discovered yesterday. Take off your clothes and wait for further instruction.”
“Okay.” She chewed her bottom lip and then asked the question that popped into her mind at her answer. “Seth has told me to call him Master. Colt is Sir. What do I call you?”
He seemed amused by the question if the glint in his eyes was any indication. His answer, however, shocked her to her toes as he cupped her cheek and brushed a kiss to her lips. “Whatever you want, darlin’. I’m yours, and I have been since I met you.”
She started to tell him the feeling was mutual but realized how inane the words sounded. She settled, instead, for giving him a smile as she obeyed his command when he pushed the door open.
Curiosity got the best of her as she moved to the center of the room beyond the swing where he’d told her to stand and started to undress. She tipped her head back, looked at the ceiling, and realized there were more metal rings attached there, these with leather straps dangling within reach.
Within his, Seth’s, or Colt’s reach at least. The straps were just high enough up that she’d have to jump to reach them herself. Darryl proved not to have a problem doing it as he entered the room after her, reached for first one and then the other, and pulled them down.
“Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
The pure male adoration in his rough voice filled her heart as she finished tossing her clothes aside and straightened fully naked in front of him. She waggled her brows, gave him a slow onceover, and then glanced toward the doorway of the room Seth and Colt had just walked through.
“At least I know I’m not alone in that regard.”
That got her a soft chuckle as one of Darryl’s hands reached for one of her wrists. He guided that arm behind her back, grabbed hold of the other wrist, and brought it behind her, too. Her heart raced with anticipation and very little fear as he bound both behind her with the leather straps he’d pulled down from the ceiling.
Seth moved in front of her. His gaze took a leisurely stroll down her body, which heated her flesh to the temperature of molten lava as he sank to his knees. “Spread your legs, love.”
Tamara did, walking her feet out until her legs were spread shoulder-width apart. She realized then why Colt hadn’t come to her, too. He’d been busy gathering the toys his brothers needed. He passed one to Seth, a long bar with leather straps on each end, and Seth positioned it between her ankles, securing it between her widespread legs with the bindings.
Wicked, insane need collided with a sliver of trepidation as awareness flittered from her bound ankles to the wrists Darryl began guiding up. She realized one of them had pulled on something she hadn’t seen, something that worked as a cord to bring her wrists to a spot above her head, effectively binding her upright and spread eagle in front of them.
A breath whispered over the back of her shoulder, Darryl’s breath, as he leaned in to give her flesh a tender bite. “Are you uncomfortable?”
Her mind scrambled over the right answer. If uncomfortable meant every molecule of her soul sizzling in intense excitement for what came next, then yes. Figuring that wasn’t what he’d meant by the question, she told him, “Not at all.”
She felt him grin against her flesh. “Good, because you look positively amazing this way, love.”
“We have a couple of rules for you,” Seth told her as he straightened before her. “You will follow them, or you will be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He dragged the backs of his fingers down her cheek and then turned his hand to cup her chin. “I’m going to let that one slide because I haven’t told you the rule yet. When I ask you a question, I expect your answer to be followed by Master. That goes for Colt, too, only he is Sir. Darryl has told you that you can call him whatever you want, so this particular rule doesn’t apply to him.”
“Yes, Master,” Tamara said obediently.
Seth dragged his thumb over her bottom lip. “That’s good, but I didn’t ask you a question. Rule number two is you do not speak unless one of us tells you to.”
Well, shit. That wasn’t going to be an easy one to follow, especially not when she was in the middle of losing her to mind the pleasures she knew they would show her. She managed to do it for now, not following that statement with a, “Yes, Master,” as she had the last one.
“That is one exception to that rule you may use at any time, but know that when you use it, whatever act one of us is performing on you will immediately cease. We’ll use the color game to make things easy to understand. When one of us asks you, what is your color, you respond with green, yellow, or red. Green tells us we are free to continue, yellow informs us we need to slow down or proceed with caution, and red will put an absolute stop to what we’re doing to you at that moment.”
“Red means we’ve pushed you past a boundary,” Colt interjected from somewhere across the room. “If you aren’t sure whether you’re enjoying what we’re doing or not, that’s when you use yellow. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Seth’s lips unfolded in a pleased grin. “Good. You answered properly and only when you were asked to respond. What color are you right now?”
“Green, Master.” She was surprised her body wasn’t glowing with the color. She knew the lesson was necessary and didn’t doubt for an instant that she would be grateful for it later, but she felt as if she were about to spontaneously combust from the need for them to get on with it and touch her.
“Then we’ll continue.”
Seth’s hand fell from her fac
e as he took a full step away from her. Behind her, the warmth of Darryl’s body left her as he stepped away, too. Suddenly cold, she shivered and then did it again, this time from equal parts anticipation and nervousness, when she spotted the items arranged on the top of a small table on wheels that Colt dragged toward her. He settled the table in a place out of her line of vision quickly enough to prevent her from identifying the sex toys it held.
Seth sidestepped, and Darryl moved into his now vacant place in front of her. “Are you cold, love?”
“A little.” Her mind tripped and stumbled over Master and Sir before remembering this was Darryl. She didn’t have to follow her response with anything if she chose not to.
“You won’t be soon. I promise.”
Oh, she had no doubts about that. Except, when he lifted a long feather to the base of her throat and dragged it lightly down the valley between her breasts, goosebumps the size of Tennessee sprang to the surface of her flesh. Despite the chill, she felt a sizzling path of desire spring to life in the wake of the feather’s tantalizing touch.
He skimmed it lower, danced it over her abdomen, and delved the tip into her belly button. She squirmed, and a giggle escaped her throat. “That—” she instantly snapped her teeth over the rest of the words, realizing she’d spoken when he hadn’t told her she could.
A dart of what she could only define as irritation shot through his eyes. She didn’t understand it until he said, “You can speak freely with me.”
“Don’t you think that’s going to confuse her?” Colt asked from a point somewhere to her right.
Darryl expression grew stern as his gaze shifted from hers. “If I’m going to share her with the two of you, I get some say in what goes on.”
“I never said you didn’t,” Colt argued. “I’m just saying that giving her conflicting rules that only apply to one of us when the other two demand something different isn’t fair to her.”
Tamara listened to the brothers debate the issue, understanding both sides. It surprised her that Seth didn’t step in and make the final ruling. She waited for one of them to ask her opinion on the matter, and finally, when neither did, she decided to risk whatever punishment jumping in might earn her.
“Guys, shouldn’t I have a say in this?” She didn’t give either of them a chance to answer. “Colt, I appreciate you trying to keep things simple, but I’m certain I can keep all three of your wishes separate when necessary.”
Darryl returned his attention to her. “You will be able to remember you’re allowed to only speak freely with me and only when I’m in charge of what is happening to you at that moment?”
Tamara nodded. “I can do it. I promise.” She had to. It was her job to please them, all three of them. She knew Darryl was still struggling with the concept and act of sharing her. The last thing she wanted him to do was throw in the towel or be unsatisfied with the way events unfolded.
Seemingly satisfied, he skimmed the feather over her flesh again, this time circling her breasts and dancing it down her sides. In seconds, she was right back where they’d left off, squirming and giggling.
“That tickles.”
He chuckled. “I’m just finding your playful spots.”
“Keep it up,” Seth encouraged him. “All that squirming she’s doing is giving me and Colt one hell of a show back here.”
Darryl did keep it up, teasing her flesh with the feather, making her laugh and wriggle uncontrollably and igniting a crazed fire inside her.
“Please!” she managed between fits of giggles.
“What’s your color, love?” Seth asked, amusement lacing his tone.
“Green, Master. Definitely green, but…”
“But?” Darryl was obviously enjoying himself, and he wasn’t letting up.
“But you’re torturing me!” God, she’d never realized she was so ticklish. More, who knew being tickled this way could be such a freaking turn-on?
“Now, darlin’,” Darryl drawled, “I’m just having a little fun.”
It was fun. Tamara couldn’t deny that. She’d expected to do more moaning and screaming than laughing when she’d relinquished control of herself to these men. Darryl made the first happen a moment later when he slowed the feather just below her navel and dragged it down her belly on a direct course to her pussy.
“You’re going to ruin the feather if you put it down there,” she warned.
“Are you telling me your pussy is wet, love?”
“Yes.” Heated awareness danced through her system as Darryl met her gaze. His eyes had darkened to the color of the deep blue sea, his arousal swimming in their depths.
“How wet?”
“Very.”
“Do you mind if I step in and check that out for myself?”
Tamara instinctively knew Colt’s question wasn’t directed at her. She watched as Darryl considered it for a moment and then lifted a broad shoulder as he stepped aside.
* * * *
Colt nodded his thanks to Darryl as he moved to stand in front of Tamara. Damn! He and Seth had bound women in this room before, much in the same way they had done to her now. None of those women had ever presented them with the sexy sight before his eyes now.
Her hazel eyes were twinkling with amusement, anticipation, and sheer desire. Her skin was flush with need, and even before he touched her, he knew two things. She wasn’t cold anymore, and she definitely hadn’t lied about her pussy being very wet.
The sweet scent of her arousal drifted up between their bodies to tease his senses. His mouth watered, even as his fingers tingled to touch. He gave his fingers what they wanted first, winding one arm around her slender waist to hold her steady as he turned his other hand, pushed it between them, and palmed her pussy.
“You’re not just wet, sugar. You’re hot, too.” Her cunt was so fucking hot it nearly scalded his palm. “Did you enjoy the teasing Darryl gave you?”
She smiled, and her gaze shifted briefly from his to where Darryl was standing off to his side. “Yes, Sir.”
“It’s time for me to have a little fun now.”
Colt slipped a finger between her folds, grazed the pad over her engorged clit, and felt her lower body jerk in his embrace. He held her gaze, wanting to watch her, as he eased the finger farther and found her sodden opening.
“My finger is swimming in your juices, love.” She didn’t comment. That was good. She was following the rules Seth had laid out for her. She did draw her bottom lip between her teeth, though, and damn if the sight didn’t have his already-rock-solid dick dancing behind the zipper of his jeans in an effort to get free. “I bet it will drown if I put it inside you.”
He saw the plea for him to do just that in her eyes. Although she still didn’t speak, she found another way to ask for what she wanted. She rotated her hips, pushing them forward in an effort to draw his finger into her pussy.
“Now, now, sugar.” He put just enough warning in his tone to have her stilling. “I’ll put my finger in your tight cunt when I’m ready.”
A soft sound of frustrated protest escaped her throat.
Torturing himself as much as her, he circled his finger around the rim of her entrance, slid it back and forth between her folds and over her clit, collecting her juices, and pulled the digit free. She whimpered, and he waited for her to put voice to the argument. When she didn’t, he grinned and lifted the drenched finger to her lips.
“Taste yourself for me, love.”
Holding his gaze, she licked his fingertip and then closed her lips around it as she drew it into her mouth. He forced himself to swallow the growl that bubbled in his throat as he felt her velvety tongue lick away the juices. Certain she’d cleaned away the last drop, he eased the finger from her mouth.
“Do you like the way you taste?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s see if I do.”
He felt her shiver with anticipation as he sank to his knees, angled his head, and speared his tongue between her sodden folds. H
e’d always thought of a woman’s pussy as life’s sweetest delicacy. Tamara’s topped every one he’d ever tasted in spades. He paused at her clit, circled the nub with the tip of his tongue, and felt her quiver against his face. Her breath audibly hitched as he abandoned that pulsing bud and pushed his tongue deeper, licked the insides of her folds, and adjusted his mouth to draw one between his teeth. He nipped the tender flesh, heard her moan, and shifted his attention to the other fold to give it the same attention.
“Color, love?” Seth asked her.
“Green.” When she didn’t immediately say, “Master,” Colt started to pull his tongue from her pussy lips. “Oh God, definitely green, Master.”
There it was, though she should’ve said it sooner. Colt decided he’d let Seth judge whether she’d said it quickly enough for him. The fact that she’d said it at all was good enough for Colt.
Deciding he’d tormented himself long enough, he settled more comfortably between her wide-bound legs, turning around and tipping his head back to give him a better angle for feasting on her sweet heat. He plunged his tongue inside the gripping entrance of her cunt, felt the inner walls of her channel close around him, and tasted her cream as he drove his tongue deeper.
She made a sound close to the word, “Oh,” and followed that with a, “Y—” before she quickly turned it to a moan of sheer pleasure.
Grinning to himself, pleased by her level of quick thinking and restraint, Colt continued to lose himself in the taste of his woman. A strangled scream left her throat as he fucked her cunt with licking strokes and he felt her inner muscles quaking around his tongue in her need to orgasm. As in tune to a woman’s signals as Colt, Seth gave her a single command that had her whimpering in her frustrated desire to obey.
“Don’t come, Tamara. Colt hasn’t given you permission.”
Colt couldn’t either, at least not without taking a break from his meal. He wasn’t yet ready to do so, though his taste buds zinged and his mouth burned to be filled with her cream.
