She gripped him harder with her legs, wrapping her arms around his chest, but found she couldn’t touch them together behind his back. As she arched her hips up, she felt warm liquid drip down and down until it coated her anus. Oh, it was so much, she bit that spot where his shoulder and neck connected as he shoved deep and she saw stars.
“Bella!” She felt even more pulses as he jetted his cum deep inside of her. She knew that it was inside a condom, but she still felt him pulsing and it felt wonderful as he moved so strongly inside her. It took both of them time to recover. Caleb stirred first, blanketing her eyes and nose with gentle kisses. “Sweetness, are you going to release me?”
“Hmm?”
“Bella, I need to get this condom off.” She looked into his dark, twinkling eyes and smiled. Slowly she unclenched her arms and legs, letting them slip to the bed. As she felt him slide out of her, her pulse quickened and she tilted her head to look at Leif. His gaze was hooded. Isabella’s breath left her. To go from the obsidian ecstasy of Caleb and to Leif’s Nordic flawlessness was overwhelming. She shivered. She had understood what Leif had said. She didn’t know everything that would happen, but she believed him when he said she could call a halt to things. She trusted him.
“Do you want this?”
“Oh.” Now that wasn’t a question she had been expecting. Isabella sat up and rose to her knees so she was facing Leif. Suddenly, Caleb was on the bed with them. It was a solemn moment. Before she had said she was willing to explore, but now they were past that. Now she was entering into something different, something where she was an active participant. As she felt even more slick moisture drip from her pussy to coat her thighs and her nipples beading more tightly, she knew her body wanted this, even craved it.
She remembered her thoughts as she enjoyed the spanking that Leif gave her. She relished the cracking sound of his hand slapping against her ass, the taste of his thumb in her mouth, and later the satisfaction on his face. She didn’t think it was wrong to enjoy it, because it was a two-sided coin. Every time her level of excitement, of pleasure, of contentment increased, so did Leif’s. If she was somehow wrong in her needs and wants, that meant that he was, as well. That made no sense. What made sense was that she and Leif were meant to find one another, because they fit together.
“Oh yes, Leif, I want this. But I have one question.” She paused and turned to Caleb. “Do you want this, Caleb? Do you think less of me, because I want this?” She looked again at the wonderful man who had just finished loving her, who said he loved her. Had she disappointed him?
Caleb reached out and pulled her against him. “Bella, you’re reading me right. I’m not the Dom that Leif is, but I’m going to love all aspects of your sexuality. You turn me on. Your body, your mind, and your spirit, and to tell you the truth, I am turned on by kink in the bedroom. I just don’t need it to the extent that my buddy Leif does.” As he was talking to her, he stroked her back, ever downward, over the swell of her buttocks, then back up again. She leaned in further and found that he was once again erect.
“Caleb?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Yep, just talking about you getting kinky makes my dick hard.” God, the man was fun. As she smiled up at him, he dipped his head down and kissed her and she parted her lips. She taste her essence on his tongue mingled with the unique taste of Caleb, and the flavor of her cum made her more excited. Leif’s hand tangled in her hair again. The man had an obsession with hair pulling, and she liked it.
“Isabella, you’re going to lay down on your stomach, in the middle of the bed, with your arms and legs spread.” Her gut clenched. This was really going to happen. Isabella did as she was told. Even doing that pleasured her for some reason. Leif said it was in her nature to enjoy submitting and it seemed he was right. She felt the butterflies forming, the same butterflies that she felt when she blistered her feet in the parking lot and they had helped her. It was easy to reach out with her arms, but she was slower to spread her legs. Why? It made no sense. Both men had seen her down there. They had touched and licked her there. She slowly spread her legs wide.
“Good girl, Isabella.” Just like that, she felt soothed. She felt cuffs lined with something very soft, attached to her wrists.
“Honey, I’m going to attach the same thing to your thighs. Are you ready?” Caleb wanted to put this gadget across her thighs? She would have thought to her ankles but then she realized she was still sore there. Of course they would think of that. But her thighs? This wasn’t anything she’d expected. As Caleb attached cuffs around her thighs she shifted, trying to close them, but he seemed prepared and stopped her. The butterflies rose in her tummy as Leif pulled her arms tighter, and she realized that rope was being attached to the soft cuffs. It felt so good to be stretched out. As soon as the soft cuffs were attached to her lower thighs Caleb pushed her even wider, and she heard, then felt something being attached between her legs. When she tried to push her legs closed, she couldn’t.
“Caleb?” The butterflies were nearing her throat.
“It’s called a spreader bar, Isabella. I want you open. You’ll want it, too, before it’s over, but to begin with you’ll need it. Do you trust me?” Caleb swiped fingers through her pussy.
“Her cunt’s dripping, Leif. She wants this.”
“Say the words, Isabella.” She took a deep breath, and pulled against the ropes and pushed against the bar. It felt so good, the restraint. The feeling of giving up her power to these two men felt decadent, like melted dark chocolate on her tongue.
“Yes Leif, I want this.”
“Good girl.” He parted her hair so that her back was totally exposed, and once again she shivered. She had seen things in the bag. She knew that new experiences were coming, but he had promised that ultimately she would experience pleasure, as she had with the spanking.
“Caleb.” She heard more rustling in the bag, and then she felt something. Soft strands stroking along her back. “What are your colors, Isabella?”
“Green, yellow, and red, Leif.” She sighed.
“What do they mean?”
“Green means that I’m okay, that I’m not scared. Yellow means, that I’m unsure, that I probably want to keep trying but we need to talk. Red means we need to stop.”
Leif stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You’re wonderful. Where are you now?”
“I’m green.”
“Let’s see if we can make that forest green. Caleb?” More dark chocolate, and then she almost laughed at her pun, because Caleb was her favorite kind of dark chocolate. She just didn’t know what she was going to get. Then she felt his thick fingers brushing her sex and entering her, so slowly, too slowly.
“More!” She tried to lift up, but it was difficult with the bar, and both men chuckled.
“You’re not in charge.” In and out, Caleb twisted, and then he curved his fingers and started to rub a spot that felt sublime, making her moan. “Now.”
Soft, hard, stinging, a singing pain that also made her moan. “Ah, God. Leif, what is that?” She didn’t want him to stop, but what was going on? Leif stroked streamers of light and warmth up her ass and back again to her shoulder blades.
“This is a whip made of the softest deerskin, Isabella. It won’t leave a mark. It will just bring a beautiful flush to your skin. It will make all the blood rush to the surface.” As Leif explained, Caleb continued to rub against that miraculous spot inside her body, and she began to feel tears well.
“Please, Caleb. Again, Leif.” These men, what they did to her was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
“God Leif, she’s beautiful.” He gave her another lash, and she reciprocated by giving him another moan. Caleb accompanied each of Leif’s lashes with the wicked brush of his callused fingertips. The men seemed to know exactly what they were doing, because each time she got close to an orgasm they slowed their caresses, encouraging her to breathe. She grabbed at the ropes, stretching herself even more, cherishing the mult
itude of contrasting sensations as they built upon one another.
“Isabella, where are you?” What was he talking about? She was here. He stopped. She tried pushing up, but she couldn’t.
“No.” She meant to yell, but it came out a sigh.
“Isabella.” His voice was loud. Why was he mad? Caleb stopped. Everything stopped. “Isabella. Where are you? What color are you?” “Green, Leif. I’m green. Please don’t stop.” She hoped he could hear her.
“Go ahead, Caleb.” Yes, go ahead Caleb. She heard the opening of the bottle of lubricant that Leif had used, was it only last night? That couldn’t be right. Then she felt Caleb parting the cheeks of her bottom, just like Leif had done.
“Bella, we’re going to take you at the same time. Not today, but soon. Do you understand?” Caleb asked.
“But you have.” God, it had felt so right and good when she had Leif so deep inside of her while she pleasured Caleb with her mouth. It would be so good to do it the other way, with Caleb in her pussy and Leif in her mouth. Then she felt Caleb’s slick finger begin circling the ring of her anus. It was slick with lubricant and she clenched, her mind going blank. She stopped breathing.
Leif’s fingers tangled in her hair, and pulled her head up. She was breathing again. It grounded her. “Talk to us, Bella. What color are you?” She had to think. “I asked you a question.”
“I have to think.”
“Are you red?”
“No.”
“Are you yellow?”
“I’m not sure.” And she wasn’t. What Caleb was doing felt good. But what he suggested, it didn’t scare her exactly, it just…it just surprised her. Yes, that was the right word. Surprise. She had heard of anal sex. But they wanted to do that?
“You want to be there?” She wanted to be sure she understood. And just like that, Caleb’s finger slid smoothly inside her, and nerves she never knew she had flared to life. Isabella clenched around him, she couldn’t help it, and he pulled out just a little, and pushed back in, starting a slight rhythm, and she realized she liked it, a lot.
“Oh yes, Bella. I want my cock up your ass.”
“And I want to be inside your cunt, baby. We want to fuck you at the same time, and I promise you, you’ll love it.” A mental image of the act exploded into her head, perspiration covered her entire body, and even though she couldn’t press up, she started to writhe back and forth.
Caleb pulled his finger entirely out, and then tried to press it back in. It wasn’t quite as easy. She realized he was using two fingers this time. Finally he was able to push past her tight ring of muscle and she groaned. Intense, it was all so intense. She desperately tried to arch up toward him.
“Please.” She knew she was crying but how could she not? It didn’t hurt. They just piled on so many sensations, so many flavors. No part of her had remained untouched, least of all her mind, her soul. “Please, Caleb, I can’t stand all this need. Please, Leif help me.”
“Shhh, Bella, just give it a moment.”
“I can’t, please, do something.” She was right on the cusp. It was like she could hear the tick, tick, tick of the roller coaster going up and up and up and it wouldn’t stop. Then, like an answer to a prayer, Caleb and Leif both reached under her body. Leif found her nipples and Caleb found her clit. Both men pinched in perfect harmony and she screamed as she zoomed over top of the roller coaster into climax.
Chapter 12
“If you don’t let us go, then you’re not going.” Leif looked at her, and realized that Isabella was actually showing more emotion than usual. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He finally decided it was a good thing. She must be feeling more comfortable with them.
“I’ve worked there for over a year without bodyguards. I’m capable of picking up my last check by myself.” She looked slightly pissed off. He was used to his mother and sister, who would look royally pissed off, and then have a major throw down. Or they might have just gone behind his back. Instead Isabella was explaining in a reasonable tone of voice why she was planning on going alone, with just a slight flush to her face and two small lines between her brows. She was cute.
They’d been trying to come up with something to take her mind off the investigation since morning. It was past nine in the evening and there was nothing that they could do. She was ready to drive back to Wilama, and there was just no point to it. It had been Caleb’s idea to go and pick up her check because he knew Murphy’s was open twenty-four hours a day. He just hadn’t considered that she might want to do it on her own.
Caleb was behind her, with a grin on his face, which was just making it harder for Leif to keep a straight face. “Isabella, I know you’ve worked there for over a year, but that was before you were in a relationship with us. We don’t have anything else to do this evening, so we might as well go with you.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, why have you had so much free time?” The question was asked in such a reasonable tone, but it certainly had bite to it. Caleb’s grin only got wider.
“I think that’s a question that Caleb is better prepared to answer.” She gave him a quizzical look before turning to his friend.
“Think you’re getting involved with a couple of bums, hmm, Bella? Actually, old cars have been a hobby of ours for years. Anytime we were on leave, we came back here to refurbish a car with my dad. He is the ultimate car guy.” Leif was only listening with half an ear as Caleb explained how they first got involved with classic car restoration, and how Leif’s father Conn was supervising the construction of their auto restoration shop. He was still trying to work through why Isabella was so adamant that they not accompany her to pick up her paycheck. There was something that she did not want them to see, which made him that much more determined to discover the problem.
“I think it is great that both of your fathers are involved.”
“So you like it when people who love each other are involved in one another’s lives? That’s good, because Leif and I are going with you to Murphy’s.” Leif had to hand it to him, Caleb was smooth. “No, no, you don’t have to thank me.”
“I wasn’t going to thank you, Caleb.” Leif could practically hear Isabella’s teeth grinding together.
“Isabella, why don’t you want us to go with you?” The skin on the back of his neck prickled more and more as her protests grew. Leif was getting a bad feeling about this. Isabella tossed him a look over her shoulder. Leif guessed that she was sizing up his intentions.
“I’m talking to Caleb, now,” she said.
“And I asked you a question.” Oh yeah, this Murphy’s place was a lot worse than they’d realized. She turned to face him.
“It’s embarrassing! I’m a grown woman, and it’s like I’m bringing in my parents in or something.” He could tell there was a tiny bit of truth to her statement. She was telling enough truth to comply with the spirit of their honesty agreement, but she certainly wasn’t coming clean about the whole situation.
“We’re taking my truck.” Isabella opened her mouth, but then seemed to resign herself to the fact that she wasn’t going to win the argument, so she snapped it shut. But after a pause, Leif was surprised as she mounted a fresh attack.
“I’d prefer to wait until tomorrow morning.”
“Bella, are you tired?” Caleb was going to fall for her shit for the rest of their lives, if he wasn’t careful.
“Answer honestly, Isabella. Are you tired?” She glared at him. It took everything he had to suppress a smile at the flash of emotion, which betrayed her practiced indifference.
“I’ll get my coat.” Leif noticed that Isabella was no longer limping. They had obviously nailed her recovery timeframe at the hospital. It had been nearly forty-eight hours to the minute since her release and the swelling in her injured leg was gone, allowing her to walk normally again.
* * * *
As he pulled into the truck stop, Leif was amazed to see how busy this place was at 10:00 p.m.
“What hours did you used to work here? Weren’t they 7:00 to midnight?” Leif asked.
Caleb helped her out of the passenger seat, and she answered, “I usually worked until 1:00 a.m.” Leif scanned the parking lot, noting the shitty lighting and lack of video surveillance.
“Did you have someone walk you to your car when you left at night?” Leif and Caleb shortened their steps as she walked between them on their way into the diner.
“Sometimes.” Leif could only see the top of her head. It brought home just how tiny and defenseless she was. Caleb caught his eye and Leif let the subject drop. There really was no point in pursuing it. Isabella was never going to work in another place like this again, and the next time she was leaving somewhere in the middle of the night, she damn well would have an escort.
The line to the hostess station extended all the way to the entrance and the natives were getting restless. Two families waiting in line were obviously tired and looking for dinner before going to their hotel for the night. More than a few drunks were making their presence known, ready for some food and coffee before climbing behind the wheel, and then there were the truckers. As they made their way forward, one of the truckers recognized Isabella.
“Señorita! Thank God you’ve returned. It has all turned to shit since you’ve been gone.” The burly man stepped out of line to stand in front of Isabella. Leif couldn’t see her face, but he clearly saw her stiffen. “Oh my God, you sure look pretty tonight. I always loved you in your uniform, but tonight in those jeans, your ass looks amazing!” Leif and Caleb were already moving toward him, when the dumbass stupidly tried to grab Isabella. As one, they each grabbed one of his arms, twisting them up behind his back, while pushing down on his shoulders to put him on the floor, before his last word was out of his mouth.
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