Crossing Lines

by Alannah Lynne

  Her strangled breath gave him pause, until he realized it didn’t come from fear, but rather from her struggling to get down the hallway with her hurt foot. When the bedroom door clicked shut, he continued.

  “I want you on the bed on your hands and knees, naked, blindfolded, medium plug inserted, your wrists cuffed together.”

  The bottom drawer slid open. “I don’t normally do well with orders, but you’re pretty hot, so in your case I’ll make an exception.”

  Staying in Dom mode—as Lucas called it—to get her in the right frame of mind, he stifled a laugh and kept his voice low and commanding. “You’ll be well rewarded for your obedience.”

  Shit, he should’ve thought about the lock on the door before she got all the way back to the bedroom. “Is there a key hidden outside, or do you need to go back and unlock the door? It won’t be unlocked long. We’ll be there in about seven minutes.”

  Forget the hitch. A full-on gasp burst through the line this time. “Kevin—”

  “Sam.” He made his voice snap like a whip. “Don’t overthink this. I asked you the other day if you trusted me, and you said yes. Do you or not?”

  Her brief hesitation concerned him, but her voice was strong and sure when she spoke. “Yes. Yes, I do. The key is under the terracotta frog at the bottom of the steps.”

  He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen like that would change the words she’d spoken. The terracotta frog at the bottom of the stairs? Could she be more obvious? He sighed and shook his head and made a mental note to get her something more secure than a freaking terracotta frog.

  Refocusing on the here and now, he said, “You’re down to five minutes. We’ll see you soon.”

  * * *

  With shaking fingers and a pounding heart, Sam did as Kevin asked… correction… told her. Her head spun and her breath came in such short, shallow gasps she feared she might pass out. But that would ruin everything, and she wasn’t going to miss this chance to live out her fantasy. She didn’t understand the “we,” but she said she trusted him. She needed to step up and prove it.

  Five minutes wasn’t a lot of time, so she worked quickly and efficiently. She tossed her T-shirt onto the chair in the corner, her bra, pants, and panties followed. She hobbled to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and spread it out in the middle of the bed. Next stop, the toy drawer.

  A rush of adrenaline shot through her as she dug to the bottom and found the fuzzy cuffs she’d never worn, then gathered the plug, lube, and condoms. Her hands shook so badly with nervous energy, she needed four tries to get the lid twisted off the damn lube.

  “Breathe, Sam, breathe. You have the chance to live out a fantasy. Don’t freak yourself out and screw things up. You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t follow through with this.” She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths while picturing Kevin’s full bottom lip and warm, rich eyes.

  Dizzy wooziness over, she held the silicone plug in her left hand and squirted a generous portion of lube onto the blunt tip. She laid the open container on the nightstand where it would be accessible to—deep breath—them, then used her index finger to coat the entire toy. She climbed onto all fours, took a deep breath to relax her muscles, and pressed the head against her tight opening.

  After playing with the Double Dong, the plug wasn’t much of a challenge, so within seconds she had it seated in place. Normally, she would take her time with the play and enjoy the sensations zinging through her as the numerous anal nerve endings were stimulated. In this case, the plug was foreplay rather than the main event. The muscles needed to be loosened and prepared for… them?

  Sam, what the hell are you doing?

  A shiver wracked her, forcing her into another pep talk. “Shit. Don’t overthink this. Think about Kevin. Enjoy this experience with Kevin. Keep your focus on Kevin.” With the plug and her attitude adjusted, she wrapped the blindfold around her head, but left her eyes uncovered while slipping on the cuffs.

  Once linked together, she used her thumbs to slide the blindfold into place, shifted her leg so her ankle was comfortable, and rested her forehead on her cuffed wrists, so she didn’t topple over with the increased shivering.

  To say she was self-conscious about being in the middle of the bed, her hands cuffed, ass sticking up in the air with a protruding plug was a major understatement—hello, this was way worse than being naked on Main Street—but she reminded herself, again, to put her embarrassment aside and trust Kevin.

  The task was easy while alone, but the second the front door opened, she broke out in a sheen of sweat, the cool air in the room brushed her slick skin, and she trembled almost uncontrollably.

  Voices.

  Multiple voices.

  Two male voices… two sets of footsteps. Dear sweet Jesus in heaven above, he really brought a friend.

  Panic battled with the earlier excitement… and won.

  The voices stopped as they neared Michaela’s room, then picked up again as they reached the end of the hallway and Sam’s room. The door squeaked and Kevin said, “Hey, sugar.”

  She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know who came into the room with him. She pressed her thumbs against the blindfold, but a swift smack across the ass made her jump. Instinctively, she reached back to soothe her stinging butt, forgetting her hands were linked.

  She listed to the side and forward, nearly face planting on the bed before Kevin grabbed her shoulders and steadied her. “No cheating. I told you to wear the blindfold for a reason.”

  Her breathing was so fast and unsteady, she thought she might pass out. She was definitely going to throw up. She turned her head to him and said, “I’m scared. I changed my mind. I can’t do this. Untie me.”

  From the other side of the room, near the dresser, a man with a deep, soothing voice said, “Kevin, touch her. Reassure her.” The voice sounded odd, somewhat distorted, but she was so overwhelmed she couldn’t sort through the particulars.

  Another man—a stranger—stood in her bedroom, while she knelt on hands and knees, blindfolded, handcuffed, and totally helpless. Oh, and she had a plug up her ass. “Kevin,” she screamed. “Please help me up.”

  “Don’t be afraid,” his friend said as Kevin pressed a kiss to her temple. “Kevin will take good care of you. Do you trust him?”

  She swallowed roughly, forcing the nausea to retreat, then went to war against the tear threatening to spring from her eye. The bed dipped and Kevin’s scent surrounded her. Drawing the woodsy scent into her lungs like a calming dose of Xanax, she clung to the familiarity and reminded herself he was here… and he’d arranged this for her.

  He cupped her face in his hands and she instinctively turned her cheek into his palm. The rough heat sent a soothing current through her system, further settling her. He eased the blindfold up, but with his face right in front of hers, the only thing she saw was his eyes… his dark, warm, beautiful eyes she’d come to love.

  “Lucas—”

  Lucas cleared his throat roughly, which caused Kevin’s eyes to narrow. “Master Lucas asked you a question.”

  She held his gaze and allowed his strength to carry her through the fear. This was Kevin. He’d never let anything bad happen to her. He’d protected and taken care of her and, in this particular moment, he was trying to make a long-time fantasy a reality. All she had to do was have faith.

  “Sam, answer the question. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head as much as she could with him holding her tightly. “I trust you.” She took a few deep breaths and pulled herself together. “Thank you.”

  His eyes softened as his breath slowly leaked out. “You’re welcome, amore mio.” He pressed his lips to hers in a sweet, tender kiss that quickly turned hot and hungry. “I’m slipping the blindfold back into place. You don’t have to do anything but trust us to make you feel good… very, very good.”

  As soon as he stood and moved away, cold air rushed in and surrounded
her, allowing fear to grab hold and start dragging her away again.

  While she battled her anxiety, Lucas said, “You’re a beautiful woman, Samantha.” The bed on the other side dipped, and a spicy, unfamiliar scent drifted over her. “If you were mine, I’d make you leave this gorgeous blond hair loose all the time.” A hand, firmer and heavier than Kevin’s, stroked her head. “So soft and silky.”

  He gathered her hair in his hand and tugged, while another hand pressed against the front of her chest. “I want you up on your knees—”

  “But not all the way back on your heels,” Kevin interjected. “We don’t want you putting extra pressure on your hurt ankle.”

  “No,” Lucas said. “We don’t want that. But we do want access to every part of you, so spread your legs wide.”

  She gulped and allowed them to move her into position—legs wide, spine straight, linked hands on thighs—while also protecting her ankle from additional weight and strain.

  Lucas tugged sideways on her head so her face rotated toward him. Teeth nipped at her lips as a hand palmed her breast. A gentle massage turned rough as he compressed her breast in his hand and pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, then tugged. “As sweet as your mouth is, I bet this is even better. Kevin, you love these luscious breasts and nipples, don’t you?”

  “Yeah,” Kevin said. “Be grateful for his opportunity. It’s the only one you’ll get.”

  Lucas laughed and wrapped his lips around her tight nipple and sucked. He licked and laved, then latched on with his teeth and pulled. Zings of awareness lit up all of her erogenous zones, and she arched her back, giving him greater access, subconsciously begging for more.

  “So responsive,” Lucas murmured.

  The hand in her hair relaxed and slid down her back to the plug. As he tugged on the plug, she battled between leaning forward so he could play with the plug easier, or staying upright in hopes he would continue the wonderful things his mouth was doing to her breasts.

  He pulled the plug out, almost completely, then pushed it back in. “Oh, God.” Comfortable with Lucas’s touch, she shed all self-consciousness and fear. Lost to the moment of being kissed and stroked, she moaned with pleasure and allowed them to take her somewhere she’d never been before. “So good.”

  They moved the plug out… in… out… in… in a slow, maddening rhythm that set her on fire, and she rocked back and forth, craving still more. No more plug. She wanted them. “Please.”

  “You are so beautiful… I can’t wait to bury my cock in this sweet ass. I do get the ass, right?”

  “Do you want me in front or back?” Kevin asked, close to her face on the opposite side of Lucas.

  Her brain was humming and buzzing with overstimulation, much like the rest of her body, but his question required no thought. “Front. I want you holding me.” She’d gotten used to Lucas’s voice, scent, and touch, but Kevin was the anchor she needed in order to keep going forward. “I need you holding me.”

  A low groan filled the room, and one of them swallowed roughly. “You get the ass, Lucas. We’ll be right back, sugar.”

  The bed shifted again, a drawer opened and closed, and Lucas said, “You have quite a collection, Samantha” A paddle smacked skin, and she gasped, spinning her head toward the dresser even though she couldn’t see through the blindfold. Lucas laughed, “I understand you have a penchant for spankings. Is that true?”

  She gulped and nodded.

  “Maybe Kevin will let me play with you at the club sometime. I’d love to see your beautiful ass glowing pink.”

  “We’ll talk about that later,” Kevin said before kissing her cheek and jaw. She titled her head in the opposite direction, exposing her neck while arching her back, encouraging him to keep going. His tongue slipped along her shoulder and down to her breast with a gentler touch than Lucas’s.

  Lucas’s harsher touch had ramped her up, but Kevin’s loving and less aggressive touch tugged at her heart. He stroked her back and ass, tugged at the plug, and laved her breast with his mouth and tongue until she was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

  But before she blasted off for outer space, he stopped, leaving her trembling and aching for release. “Kevin, please. Enough teasing.”

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  He laughed as she nodded furiously. “Yes, dammit, I’m sure. Now.”

  “I’m gonna remove the plug and get you ready for Lucas.”

  Her muscles contracted, trying to hold the plug in place, even though she wanted it gone to make room for Lucas. She jumped as a cold stream of lube ran down her butt crack, then shivered as Kevin plucked her clit and stroked her sex with one hand, while the other worked lube into her. “If you were any wetter, we wouldn’t need lube.”

  His hands left her and the bed shifted again, at the end, on one side, the other side, and finally, near her head. “You’re going to straddle me, so I can fuck you from the front, while Lucas takes you from the rear. Lucas will go first.” Kevin swept her hair over her shoulder and brushed his hand down her neck to her breast. “Then it’s my turn.” His voice was rough and filled with hungry intent.

  She had the impression Kevin was propping up the pillows to recline against. When he was ready, he wrapped his hands around her waist and helped her onto his lap.

  The plan to let Lucas go first flew out the window as his erection rubbed her clit and sex, so close, yet so far away. She wiggled around, trying to get them aligned so she could slide onto him.

  A hand slapped her ass, getting her attention as intended. “Stop moving.” He pulled her down onto his chest, which tilted her butt up… for Lucas. A palm ran down her spine, over her cheek, then into the crease of her ass. “Loop your wrists around my neck.”

  “Are you ready for me, Samantha?” Lucas asked from the end of the bed.

  Her earlier anxiety had evaporated, leaving behind nothing but nervous excitement and anticipation. “Yes.” Pleading desperation filled her voice. She’d never been so turned on in her life and she might explode. Not in an oh-God-that-feels-so-good orgasm, but from frustration ripping her apart.

  In the next heartbeat, Lucas pressed against her entrance, larger than the medium plug and possibly even larger than the Double Dong.

  Her heart pounded and her breathing faltered as she reflexively clenched her muscles against him.

  “Whoa, what are you doing?” Kevin asked. “Take a deep breath and relax and let him in.”

  “This is your fantasy, Samantha. Two men loving you, taking you from the front and back at the same time. Filling you to the point of near bursting. Relax and push back.”

  Lucas’s soft, melodic voice soothed her and compelled her to do as he said. “Is he bigger than you?” she asked Kevin with a gasp as Lucas breached her opening.

  “No, sugar. He’s not,” Kevin said, ruffling the hair at her temple.

  A laugh echoed through the room. “You wish.”

  “Shit, I’ll never be able to take all of you”—she panted—“either of you.” Trembling started in her fingers, spread to her hands, and rushed up her arms and shoulders before shooting down her spine.

  Kevin’s arm around her waist tightened and drew her closer. “Feel my chest against your breasts.” She diverted her attention away from Lucas and focused on her breasts, smashed against the hard planes of Kevin’s chest, a chest hair tickling her just below her neck.

  “Feel my thighs spreading you open.” She moved her attention down her body. Her stomach muscles clenched and tight against his hard abs… The slight burn in her thighs from being split wide over his hips…

  “Feel his cock filling your ass, just like you’ve always wanted.”

  She drew in deep breaths as Lucas pressed in a small amount, then withdrew. Slow in. Slow out. Each penetrating thrust breached her muscles farther than the time before, sending heated electrical charges through her nervous system.

  Her mind shut down and her body took over. With her arms wrapped around
Kevin’s neck, she didn’t have a lot of mobility, but she rocked back and forth, encouraging Lucas to go deeper. “More.”

  “Oh yeah,” Kevin ground out. “Good girl.”

  Lucas was huge, and she moaned with pleasure while ignoring the slight discomfort of being stretched farther than ever before.

  Kevin’s breathing rasped in her ear as she rocked against Lucas. “We’re going to put a mirror on your ceiling, so I can watch him fuck you next time.” A few more thrusts and Kevin exhaled sharply. “He’s all the way in.”

  “This is so good.” She groaned as Lucas stroked in and out, while Kevin massaged her clit and prepared to enter her. Lucas was definitely larger than the Double Dong, as was Kevin, and she feared the two of them entering her at the same time would split her open, but she found herself writhing against him, whispering, “I need you. Please.”

  Something pressed against her hips and thighs. Then Kevin’s hands were around her waist, lifting her over him. With him positioned at the entrance of her sex, she dropped onto him in one swift motion. He moaned and she cried out as the two men filled her to capacity.

  Holy God. The Double Dong was intense, but nothing could compare to this. Two men stretching her and filling her until she thought she might burst.

  Kevin started off slow and steady, which gave her time to adjust to the unfamiliarity of having two men in her at once. After a few minutes, slow and steady wasn’t going to win the race, so she rocked back and forth, urging him to step up the pace.

  As always, he obliged her wishes and took her from zero to sixty in under thirty seconds.

  “Yes, oh God, yes.” She cried out as the inferno swirling in her stomach gained energy and spun outward.

  Before she erupted, he stopped abruptly, holding her off. “We can’t have you coming too soon. You’ve waited a long time for this. We need to make it count.”

  “I appreciate your concern and consideration, but I’m not only on the edge of losing control of my orgasm, I’m about to lose my damn mind.”