Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle - Incognito 08 - Conquering Connie

by Anna Leigh Keaton

  Kneeling beside her, Ty flashed a grin at Alex. He’d chosen the perfect platform for her claiming. The stool was cushioned to provide her comfort, yet its sturdy iron legs were strong and tall enough to position her perfectly for their use. With her wrists bound to ankles, her shoulders were forced back, her head up. Only one thing remained to be done. He reached to pull her knee toward him. Alex did the same so that she lay splayed, bound and naked before them. Beautiful and ready.

  “Stay just like that,” he told her.

  While she looked around, no doubt trying to anticipate what they would do next, he palmed her ass, the flesh still rosy and warm from the earlier spanking. He glanced at Alex once more, saw the determined passion in his cousin’s gaze, and nodded. Tonight, they would claim their sub.

  It was a step not to be taken lightly, a step that could backfire if she later rejected their heavy-handed manner, but if she accepted... If she submitted everything to them, his heart would at last be whole.

  Alex met Connie’s gaze, gave her a gentle smile, and moved around in front of her. Ty knew his cousin did that on purpose, giving him the first chance to claim her body for his own. He gripped his cousin’s arm for a second, just long enough to make him glance his way. He smiled. A silent offering of thanks.

  Ty took up his position between her legs and was inundated by a surge of adrenaline. She had such a sexy ass. He rubbed her butt cheeks, sliding his palms upward along her spine and back. She had a damn fine body, not too thin, with curves that could turn any man’s head. But he also loved the contrast of his large, dark-colored hand on her soft, ivory skin. While his natural hair, when he didn’t shave it off, was pure midnight, her golden hair was like a waterfall of sunshine. Where he and Alex were hard, she was all soft and supple.

  Polar opposites. That’s what they were, but that’s what made them such a perfect fit. He had shoulders broad enough to carry any burden she had, and a dominant zest for life that matched with her need to soar like a kite under someone else’s control.

  Sliding his hand from her body, he let Alex take over the soothing strokes along her spine while he opened his fly and pushed his slacks down his thighs. His cock sprang free of the confines, making him suck in a deep breath of relief. He’d been on the verge of climax since the moment she pulled into the garage and they darted inside.

  Her head swayed and drooped under the massaging motion of Alex’s hands. His cousin smiled at him. He reached forward, squeezed and spread her buttocks, giving Ty an excellent view of her ass and pretty, pink pussy. Aligned perfectly, Ty bucked forward. His cock drove inside her moist cunt with one solid thrust.

  Fuck! She felt so damn good, her inner walls fit like a snug glove around him.

  She made a sound—a cross between a whimper and a squeak.

  Alex slid his hands up her back while Ty gripped her hips, withdrew, and tried to slam in even deeper.

  “Who’s in control, Con?” Alex asked, cupping her face. “Who’s fucking this lovely body?”

  “Ty,” she said on a huff of air.

  “Your Dom, sub,” Alex corrected. “Let me hear you say it.”

  “Ty...my Dom.”

  Hearing those words on her lips sent Ty’s heart thrumming. His fingers bit into her flesh, and he pumped harder into her willing body.

  Alex released her head and unzipped his pants. She grunted and moaned with each impact, but she held her head high, her eyes no doubt glued to what Alex did in front of her. His cousin freed and fisted his dick, his gaze lowered to Connie’s face.

  “He’s not the only Dom here to claim you.” He put a hand on her head and touched his cock to her lips. “A lone stray you are no more.”

  On Ty’s next stroke, Alex entered her open mouth. His cousin bracketed her head in his palms, closed his eyes, and sighed.

  “Suck me, sugar.”

  Alex pushed deeper. Ty stopped moving while he got caught up in the vision of Connie suckling his cousin’s cock. His dark fingers woven in her golden hair, a look of pure nirvana on his face.

  Connie wiggled her butt, which yanked him from his musings and spurred him to action once more. His cock throbbed with a need to fill her with cum, but not yet.

  Fuck... Not yet!

  He ground his hips against her, watched Alex, and timed his next stroke with Alex’s.

  “Faster,” he urged. He pounded into her pussy with single-minded urgency. And though he felt her cunt fist his cock with each deep penetration, he knew she needed more.

  He scraped his short nails over her back and was awarded with a hiss, not from her, but from his cousin whose dick took the brunt of her response. He did it again, and Alex fucked her mouth at a more rapid pace.

  “That’s it, sugar,” Alex said, albeit breathlessly. “Suck it harder.”

  Ty pummeled her pussy then gave her a sharp open-handed slap to the butt.

  Her cry was muffled, thanks to Alex, but it was still music to Ty’s ears. He swatted her again, his other hand holding her by one shoulder so he could fuck her as deep as possible.

  Then Alex froze, his hands holding her head still, while he filled her mouth with his semen.

  “Oh...yeah...” he said on a soft, guttural sigh.

  Ty couldn’t last after her cunt spasmed around him with her own release. That was more than he could take. He struck one final blow to her butt and rammed in to the hilt, his cum erupting from his body. He threw back his head and groaned as her body squeezed and pulsed around him.

  A short time later, Ty and Alex’s clothes were restored, and Connie was unbound but still nude, kneeling before them while they sat on the couch. Ty held one of her hands in his; Alex held the other. Such delicate hands for a bold, brazen submissive.

  “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Ty said. He let his thumb caress the back of her hand. “I’ve longed to be the one you turned to whenever you needed a hug, a shoulder...” He grinned. “Or a swat to the ass.”

  Connie chuckled. “Why...” She dared to look up and meet his gaze. “Why did you wait?”

  “You haven’t exactly been ready for the serious kind of commitment I want, have you?”

  She dropped her gaze and shook her head.

  “The question is whether you’re prepared to do so now,” Alex said. “With both of us.”

  Ty studied her, noticed her stiffen. His heart took a hit, and he made an instant decision. “Cuz...”

  They both looked at him.

  “It’s time for us to go.” Ty met Connie’s uncertain look.

  “But—” she began.

  “Time for you to think about what you want, what we offer, and whether you’ve conquered your fear of commitment.”

  “I—”

  His finger over her lips stopped whatever she meant to say. “Going through the motions won’t cut it, sweetheart. Not anymore. You’ve performed and played at the club long enough, but we want more than that. Do you understand?”

  When she nodded, he stood up, and Alex followed suit.

  “Think about it. We’ve waited for you this long; we can wait a bit longer, if that’s what you need to be absolutely sure.”

  She nibbled nervously on her bottom lip.

  “Christmas...the annual party. From now ’til then, you know where we’ll be. You know we want you, but we want all of you. Always. Not some temporary pretence.” He lifted her hand to his lips for a brief kiss.

  Alex pulled on her other hand until she stood. He looked her over, from head to toe, then cupped her face and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “The decision is yours, Connie. And no matter what, we’ll respect your wishes.” He slid his hand down her neck and caressed her jaw with his thumb as he looked deep in her eyes.

  Alex wound his arms around her and cradled her against his chest, his cousin’s eyes closing as he took a deep breath. Tyrone’s heart turned over, and he realized the depth of Alex’s feelings for Connie.

  If Connie rejected them, Ty’s soul wasn’t the only one that would be
damaged.

  * * * * *

  “For fuck’s sake,” Alex muttered as he glared over his temporary replacement’s shoulder at the panel of security monitors. The last thing Dalton and Kat needed on their big night was that crazy widow causing trouble. He reached around Sean, a Marine buddy of his who he’d suggested take his place in the eagle’s nest for the night, and grabbed the walkie talkie.

  “Eagle Eye to gatekeeper.” He waited a second and watched one of the security guards at the front door key his mike.

  “Gatekeeper here.”

  “The brunette wearing black slacks, shirt, and...is that a camera bag?” He squinted at the monitor as Penelope Schwartz tried to blend in with other guests being checked at the front door. Dumb broad. “She’s not a member. Send her packing...politely.” He didn’t want any scenes tonight, not on Kat and Dalton’s big night. On what could be his and Ty’s big night, if a certain blonde showed up.

  “Yes, sir.” The man approached her. After a few seconds, he saw the woman back off and out of sight of the cameras. The guard returned to his post.

  “Gatekeeper to Eagle Eye.”

  “Go ahead,” Alex said.

  “She’s hovering on the edge of the property.”

  He sighed. “Leave her be unless she causes trouble or harasses the clients. If she does, take her into custody and notify me immediately.”

  Sean cleared his throat, and Alex pulled his gaze from the monitors.

  “I thought I was acting Eagle Eye tonight.” His friend grinned at him and raked his hand over his white-blond buzz-cut. “You’re off the clock, remember?”

  “Yeah.” He passed over the walkie talkie. “Sorry, dude.” He sighed. Incognito’s security had become his baby in the last year, and it was hard to turn it over into someone else’s hands, even if that man had saved his life on more than one occasion in the Gulf.

  “Don’t sweat it. You run this place like a well-oiled machine. I’m impressed as hell.” Sean turned back to the monitors. “Maybe I’ll have to apply for a job here,” he said softly, more to himself than to Alex.

  Alex raised his eyebrows at Sean’s back. As far as he knew, Sean was a lifer. He just happened to be on leave right now, which was why Alex had asked him to help out. But Sean was third generation Marine. His grandfather fought in World War II, his dad in Viet Nam. Both had retired with stars on their shoulders.

  A knock sounded on the door, and Ty’s gruff, “Open up,” followed.

  Alex turned toward the door. “Page me if anything major happens.”

  “Will do,” Sean said, intent on the screens.

  He opened the door.

  “What are you doing up here?” Ty’s scowl would put fear into most people, but it made Alex roll his eyes.

  “Making sure everything’s calm. Mrs. Schwartz is back.”

  “Damn.” Ty sighed. “What’s she up to tonight?”

  Alex shrugged and headed for the stairs. “Who knows? She’s decked out like a cat burglar-wannabe, hanging around the club’s perimeter.”

  “A cat burglar, huh? I guess that beats the floral print.”

  “She can’t seem to dress for the occasion, can she?” Alex grinned then shrugged. “Unless she bothers anyone or tries to enter the building, I’ve given instructions to let her be. She’s a harmless nuisance.

  “Nice suit, by the way. Don’t think I’ve seen you in one since senior prom.”

  Ty chuckled as they reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the heart of the club. “Yeah, well, I’ll take any chance I can to get rid of the damn cuffs.”

  Being that they were both Doms, Alex could only imagine what it would be like to be thought of as a sub because of the Incognito dress code for service employees. He thanked God he didn’t have to wear them.

  “Any sign of Connie, yet?” Alex asked.

  “None.”

  “Shit.”

  The club was filled to capacity tonight. The leather had been replaced by evening gowns, cocktail dresses, and tuxedos. White linen cloths covered crystal-decorated tables, and the buffet of gourmet finger foods and desserts was as long as one wall. The crystal chandeliers were brighter than usual, casting the revelers in a soft glow that made the women’s jewels sparkle. Silverware clanked on china, and glasses tinkled as friends and lovers toasted.

  It would be a beautiful sight, if a particular busty blonde were among the attendees. Alex and Ty each grabbed a bottle of beer from a passing waiter and took long swigs.

  “What do we do if she doesn’t show?” Alex asked the question he was sure his cousin had been thinking.

  When Ty didn’t answer, he turned toward his cousin. He stared off over the crowd, his lips pressed tight.

  “Just because she doesn’t show doesn’t mean we give up.”

  Tyrone shook his head then took another long pull from the bottle. “If she doesn’t show, she’s made her decision. We have to respect her wishes.”

  They’d been at her place just five days ago. What if this was too soon? What if they were rushing her to make a decision she wasn’t ready to make? Alex had lusted after her practically since the day he started working at Incognito. He’d lusted after a lot of women over the years. But he never knew—hadn’t realized—how deeply he cared for her, until he’d looked into her eyes the other night and had to walk away.

  Ty’s hand closed over his shoulder, drawing his attention back to him. “Look.” He pointed toward the door. And there she stood.

  Alex’s chest tightened, and his breath stalled in his lungs. “Holy shit.” She was a gilded angel. Shimmering. Even her hair sparkled as it flowed over her shoulders in long, luxuriant waves. The golden evening gown hugged her luscious curves from breasts to hips, then flared slightly as it fell in a sweep to her feet.

  “I think my heart just stopped,” Ty said, his voice tight.

  She scanned the crowd, her big baby blues clear and bright, until her gaze landed on them. The smallest of smiles tipped her scarlet lips. She blinked once, slow and sensual, and then dropped her head forward.

  The message was clear. She’d made her decision. She was here for them.

  When Alex turned to glance at Ty, he saw the same happiness, exaltation, in his cousin’s eyes that filled his soul. “Let’s not keep the lady waiting.”

  They set their beer bottles on a nearby table and headed across the room, weaving around tables and groups of people chatting, laughing, unaware that their dreams had just been fulfilled.

  “She’s under the mistletoe,” Alex muttered to Ty as they neared her. “Could it get any better?”

  Ty chuckled. “It’ll be better when I’m buried deep inside her again.”

  “Amen to that, Cuz. But it’s my turn this time.”

  “I have a feeling we’ve got as much time as we need,” Ty said beneath his breath, then louder, when they were in front of her, he said, “Hey, bad girl. We’ve waited five days. What do you have to say for yourself?”

  Alex saw the smile flit over her lips before she stifled it.

  “I’m sorry, my masters. I must have misunderstood. I believed I was to meet you at this party with a decision.”

  Hearing her call them her masters released the tight, binding coil around his chest. He almost went a little lightheaded with the relief that poured through him. If Ty wasn’t going to do it, then he was. He reached for her, intent on pulling her into his arms and kissing her senseless, but she ducked away from his hand.

  “Wait, please,” she said, raising her eyes to meet first his, then Tyrone’s. She swallowed, and there was no missing the slight tremble of her bottom lip. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breaths, and he could see the beat of her heart flutter at the base of her neck.

  Shit. What had he misread?

  She lifted a small clutch purse that matched her golden gown and popped open the clasp. From it she withdrew two long, silk ribbons. One red, one green. She took a deep breath, as if searching for courage, and then held the ribbons out
to them, one in each hand. “I’ve made my decision and...and my commitment. I need the same in return.”

  He and Ty took the ribbons from her as the impact of what she was saying, what she wanted, smacked him in the face. He glanced at Ty, who looked down at the green ribbon in his hand and fingered the smooth silk. And then Connie dropped to her knees in front of them, right there in the entryway to the heart of Incognito, placed her hands behind her back, and dropped her head forward in total submission to them.

  A smile tugged at his mouth. A lightheartedness settled in his chest. He glanced up from the top of Connie’s head to see the same look of delight on his cousin’s face, his eyes sparkling with a happiness Alex hadn’t seen in him in years. Connie was asking for a public collaring. No backing down.

  Ty gave a single nod, stepped around Connie, and gathered her hair in his hand. Alex took the bundle of silky waves from his cousin, while Ty looped the ribbon around their sub’s neck, tying a bow and leaving the ends to trail down her back like a leash. Then he took Connie’s hair from Alex and stepped out of the way so Alex could do the same.

  As Alex finished with the ribbon, Tyrone said, “Not bad. I thought that was the Navy’s specialty. Didn’t know a Marine could tie knots worth a damn.”

  He grinned at his cousin’s teasing. “I’m tying a knot, not some easy to undo bow, ’cause there ain’t no goin’ back from here.” He tugged on the trailing ends of the ribbon and gave a satisfied nod. They’d get her a real collar soon.

  “Stand up, woman,” Ty said, his voice low but firm as he let her shining locks slither from his fingers.

  When both he and Tyrone held their hands out to help her, she took them and got to her feet.

  “Look at us, sugar,” Alex murmured. “Let us see those gorgeous eyes.”

  She raised her eyes and grinned. Tears sparkled on her lashes, but he knew they were from happiness not fear or harm. They’d never let anything bad happen to her again. They’d take care of her for the rest of their lives.

  A throat cleared, and the three of them turned to see Kat and Dalton just a few feet away.