by Mari Carr
Oakley released her hands. “Don’t move them or Joel will flip you over and spank that pretty little ass of yours.”
If that was a threat, it was a weak one. She actually considered the option. Before she could test them, however, Oakley pulled off his t-shirt and ripped it in half. Joel continued to press his cock against her, the head of it caressing her from clit to anus, then back again. She tried tugging him closer with her legs once more, but the man was strong as steel. She couldn’t budge him.
Then her attention was drawn to Oakley, who lifted her head to pull the soft cotton of his shirt over her eyes. She was instantly pitched into darkness.
She hadn’t thought the loss of her sight would feel so intense or…scary.
She had agreed to Oakley’s suggestion of bondage because she suspected she’d never get this opportunity again. She had spent her entire adult life longing for this type of experience, but she’d never, not once, found someone she’d trusted enough not to hurt her.
Sadie had no doubts about Oakley and Joel. Not one. They may get rough, but they’d never crossed the line into true pain. They were able to read her expressions, to understand her cries, to give her exactly what she wanted without going too far.
She tensed up slightly before taking a deep breath, trying to relax, to play it cool.
Leave it to Oakley to watch out for her, to study her face. He knew the second she started to freak out a bit.
He leaned over, his breath hot on her cheek. “You only have to say stop, Sadie.”
“Is that my safe word?” She meant the question as a joke, as her way of acting all tough and badass. Somewhere along the line, both Joel and Oakley had figured out she was anything but. It was dangerous. She needed that upper hand back.
“This isn’t a game, Sade.” Joel stopped moving. “You understand that, right?”
Sex is always a game.
She didn’t express that dark thought aloud. How could she? Joel and Oakley had just shared a really special moment, acknowledging their feelings for one another. It had been beautiful, but it had also made her feel like a usurper. She didn’t belong here with these guys. Despite everything they said, she knew—really knew—deep down in her gut, that they were looking for something serious. Something lasting and real.
For some insane reason and despite everything she’d said to the contrary, they thought they were going to find that with her.
She couldn’t give into them.
Oakley pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. “We won’t hurt you, Sadie.”
She pursed her lips together, too afraid her thoughts would escape. Because despite Oakley’s assertion, she knew they wouldn’t have a chance to hurt her. She’d strike first.
Without her vision, Sadie felt lost. She was used to being able to read their expressions. It helped her understand what they were thinking and feeling. The blindfold was stealing that advantage from her. Neither man spoke for a moment, which left her adrift, confused.
She considered sitting up and calling a halt to the whole thing. She’d thought that was Joel’s plan earlier, when he’d dragged her and Oakley to the alley. It struck her now that she’d actually felt a measure of relief as she had followed them outside. She’d believed Joel would do the hard part for her.
Sadie couldn’t force herself to move. Neither of them held her, restrained her. Joel remained between her legs, Oakley standing just above her head. It would be a simple task to just get up and leave.
Yet she couldn’t move. She may not be tied down, but she was captive. And the worst part was she had willingly allowed them to confine her.
“Please.” Her voice was too quiet, too weak. What the hell was she begging for?
Joel ran his fingers through her slit once more and she moaned. Yes. This was what she wanted. What she needed. She couldn’t escape on her own, so she’d let them take her away, help her hide from all the shit crowding in her head.
She was too much like her mother. Always feeling the need to disappear.
Somehow Oakley and Joel understood that.
Oakley reached for her hands once more, dragging them above her head and holding them against the smooth surface.
She waited for Joel to enter her, to thrust inside. He was right there and she was so ready for it. She should have known better.
One moment his fingers were on her clit, the next he had the front of her blouse in his hands. He ripped the material apart. She heard several buttons skitter along the floor.
She wasn’t sure what was so freaking hot about a guy ripping her clothes off, but there was no denying her arousal went from hot to scorching. Even so, she sighed and feigned annoyance. “I loved this shirt.”
Oakley chuckled. “I love it now too. Shows off some of my favorite parts of you.”
She fought not to laugh. Oakley had a definite addiction to her boobs. The man was forever touching them, sucking on them or baring them the second they managed to get somewhere private.
“Put the rest of your t-shirt to use, Oakley. I need help.”
Joel’s voice was serious, sensual. Oakley released her and she heard another rip. Her freedom was short-lived when each man claimed a wrist. Joel bound her to one leg of the table, Oakley the other.
She tried to tug her arms free, but her lovers hadn’t lied. This wasn’t a game. Their knots stuck.
A slight unease crept in as her true helplessness soaked in. She couldn’t see what they were doing and she couldn’t move her hands. Her defenses were being stripped away.
“I…” she paused. She’d been about to call a halt to the whole thing, but something stopped her.
“Five more minutes, Sadie.” Joel ran his hand along her chest and stomach. “Give us five more minutes. If you hate it, we’ll stop.”
Sadie could do that. She thought. “Okay.”
She jerked slightly when she felt hands—Oakley’s—reach beneath the cups of her bra to lift her breasts out. Then he shifted to her side and took one nipple in his mouth. He took a page out of Joel’s book, applying more and more pressure until the pleasure morphed into the slightest bit of pain.
“Uh,” she said, the sound coming out more breath than grunt.
At that point, everything started to move faster as both men touched, licked and bit her. Through it all and despite the blindfold, she knew exactly who did what. It was fascinating to her that in such a short time she’d become so attuned to them.
It was Oakley who’d drawn off one of her shoes and sucked her big toe into his mouth. The sensation made her giggle, which encouraged him to tickle the bottom of her foot.
It was Joel whose teeth latched onto her earlobe, applying pressure until she cried out. Joel liked her pleasure/pain noises. She was accustomed to his efforts at provoking them. And because she was that girl, she held off as long as she could in providing them. The end result was more pain, but also the reward because she really fucking liked it.
Her knees were pushed apart. Hot breath and a wicked tongue—Oakley’s—hit at her opening. He drove his tongue inside her as her back arched in need. It wasn’t enough.
“Please,” she repeated again, wishing her hands were free to grab his hair, pull him over her and force him to fuck her properly. She knew exactly what she wanted. She needed it hard and deep. And now.
If either man—or both—knew of her distress, they didn’t let that knowledge sway them. They simply continued to torment her with some of the hottest touches she’d ever experienced, pushing her to a hairsbreadth of climax before backing her away from it again.
Murder began to cross her mind when Oakley rose and Joel took his place between her legs, driving two thick fingers inside her. For a moment, she thought they were taking pity on her. After all, it wouldn’t have taken more than two more of those rough thrusts to send her spiraling. The motherfuckers knew it. Once his fingers were buried deep, Joel held still, not moving, not giving her the satisfaction she craved.
“I will kill both of you the second y
ou untie me.”
Oakley chuckled, which sealed his fate. He was going to die first. As always, Joel remained silent. Without the benefit of sight, that left her to wonder what he was thinking or feeling. Knowing him, he was plotting ways to make her suffer even longer.
She was pleasantly surprised when she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy, seeking entrance. He slid in easily, given the fact they’d turned the water spigot on high as far as her arousal was concerned. Once again, he stopped when he was fully seated, not giving her the friction she needed so badly.
He bent over her body and she blinked rapidly as the blindfold was tugged away, the light too bright after so long in darkness. When she could focus her vision again, Joel was there. His lips mere inches from hers.
The look in his eyes took her breath away. He looked at her as if she truly mattered to him. As if he loved her.
Her heart lurched painfully and she tried to convince herself she was misreading it.
Not love. Lust. That was all this was.
Then Joel leaned closer, offering her the sweetest kiss she’d ever received. The tenderness lasted only a brief second before Joel stood upright and gripped her hips, plowing into her with all the force and speed she’d been begging for.
She came within seconds.
Joel pulled out and Oakley took his place. He found her sweet spot on the first thrust, pushing her to the hilt of yet another climax. Over and over, he stroked that magic place until she gasped, then cried out, then came.
She had mere seconds to recover before Joel returned, the hard, brutal, amazing thrusts dragging her out of her sated bliss and tossing her back into the red-hot flames of desire.
Sadie lost sense of time and place as Joel and Oakley took turns, marking her with their unique brands of fucking, playing her body like a finely tuned piano. She lost count of how many times she had come, certain it had to measure in the triple digits. Hell, maybe she’d hit a million. Who knew? At some point, her hands were untied, but she couldn’t recall who had done it or when.
She’d been bound to the table, their all-too-willing captive. Joel flipped her to her stomach as he entered her again. She trembled with need and exhaustion. He bent over her, his lips caressing her shoulder.
“Last time,” he whispered.
Sadie loved being taken from behind. The position allowed Joel to go deeper. Typically, she was an active participant, using her grip on the table to meet him blow for blow. This time, she was a rag doll, devoid of strength. All she could do was take, to accept what he gave.
It was a beautiful offering. Her orgasm struck hard and, finally, Joel was there with her. He pulled out at the last second, his come landing on her back in hot spurts.
Then Oakley filled the void. Only when his climax—and her gazillionth—came, he stayed inside her. There was something perversely fulfilling about allowing them to take her without condoms, to come inside her when she’d never given anyone else that privilege. Some nights, she’d hold off on showering for a little while after they left her bed, simply marveling at the sticky reminder of what they’d done together.
She closed her eyes, pressing her head against the slick wood of the table beneath her. Sadie couldn’t look at them, couldn’t face her lovers and see what she knew was there.
Love.
No.
She’d simply keep her eyes—and her heart—closed. She could do this.
She had to do this.
Chapter Nine
Joel leaned against a stall in the barn to take a breather. He’d woken up this morning with a smile on his face. A big one. Last night had blown his mind. And then some.
He hadn’t anticipated how much he’d love the touch of another man on him. The memory of that experience alone would probably keep him hard for weeks, but when paired with the sight of Sadie, bound to the table, writhing in pleasure as their submissive captive, Joel found his knees going weak with need.
He ran a hand over his growing erection and tried to think of something less dangerous to his libido. There were too many hours to go between quitting time and climaxing.
They’d convinced Sadie to let them take her out on a real date tonight. Of course, they hadn’t worded it that way. After they’d untied her, they’d taken turns cuddling with her, and then Oakley had said he wanted to buy her a big-ass steak dinner.
Sadie had laughed, but Oakley hadn’t backed down. When she tried to reason with him about it being unwise for the three of them to be seen together too much in public, she’d tweaked Joel’s stubborn streak. He’d thrown his support behind Oakley and after a few minutes of verbal—and physical—persuasion, she’d relented.
Joel glanced across the barn. Oakley was cutting boards with a table saw. He’d taken off his shirt, unwilling to see the clean cotton covered in sawdust. Joel took several moments to enjoy the sight of Oakley’s muscular back as he ran each board over the saw. He had never found himself attracted to the male form before. Now he wondered how he’d been so blind.
Joel’s head reeled over his friend’s kisses, the blowjob, the unexpected pleasure he’d found in Oakley’s touch. It was all so new, and while there were still parts of the intimacy they’d left unexplored, Joel couldn’t deny he enjoyed being with Oakley every bit as much as he did Sadie.
So much for being straight.
He chuckled to himself, then crossed the barn, hoping to build on last’s night’s adventure. When he walked up beside Oakley, his friend turned off the saw, obviously thinking Joel needed to ask him something. The sudden silence after the loud roaring noise of the saw was instant.
“What’s up?” Oakley asked.
Joel gave him a wicked grin and pointed at his crotch. “This.”
Oakley’s brow rose in approval, his grin growing wide.
Unable to resist touching him, Joel wrapped a strong hand around the back of Oakley’s neck and pulled him toward him for a kiss.
Oakley didn’t hesitate and didn’t pretend he wasn’t just as hungry for Joel. Their lips parted and the kiss went from lukewarm to sweltering in seconds. Things probably would have escalated very quickly from there if not for the female gasp coming from the barn door.
He and Oakley jerked apart and for a split second, Joel expected to see Lorelie.
Instead, he found himself gazing into the horrified eyes of his mother.
“Oh shit. Mom,” Joel said, his stomach clenching tightly.
She slowly raised her hand, the trembling painful for Joel to watch. “You left your jacket at my house on Sunday.” She placed the leather coat on a shelf near the door, and then turned and walked away without another word.
Joel started after her, Oakley’s apology following him.
“God, Joel. I’m so sorry.”
“No, Oak,” he said over his shoulder. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.”
He didn’t say anything more as he raced across the front yard. His mother was nearly running to her car. Obviously the sound of the saw had prevented him from hearing her arrival. He caught her just as she reached for the door.
“Wait. Mom. Please. Just wait.”
Mom looked at her car door, not turning to face him. “I think it would be best for both of us if I left right now.”
“You can’t leave like this. I can see you’re upset. If you could just let me explain—”
Her head shook violently back and forth. “No. No no no no no no no no no.”
Joel ran a hand through his hair, wishing there was something he could say to make this better for her. In the end, he couldn’t offer her anything more than the truth. “Mom. We have to talk about this. You saw me kissing Oakley.”
She whirled on him when he said Oakley’s name. “It’s that man’s fault, isn’t it? What has he done to you?” She stepped closer to look at his eyes as if he were delusional or sick. “Are you on drugs? Did he get you high?”
Joel sucked in a deep breath, determined to remain calm, though her questions pissed him off. “No. He
didn’t. Jesus, Mom—”
“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!”
Joel closed his mouth and counted to ten in his head. Talking to his mom when she was upset was never easy. It was one of the reasons Joel had always attempted to toe the line, to keep the peace. It helped him preserve his sanity.
“Why, Joel? This isn’t you. I didn’t raise you to…”
“To what, Mom? Fall in love with a man?”
Her eyes widened. “You’re not in love with him. You can’t be! The Bible—”
“Stop.” Joel raised his hand. “Stop right there. You’re not throwing The Bible in my face as a way of justifying something you can’t understand.”
Mom’s shoulders slumped. “You were a good man before he came here. You went to church, you prayed.” She looked at his bruised face. “You didn’t get into fights and you didn’t get drunk.”
That last wasn’t true and she knew it, but she was grasping for anything she could, desperate to make Oakley the villain in all of this.
“You can’t blame Oakley for any of that. I’m a grown man and I make my own choices.”
“You’ve always been a good man, Joel. Respectful, polite, kind, hardworking.”
“And suddenly—because I’ve kissed Oakley—I’m not that person anymore?”
His mother didn’t reply to that, so he gave her the answer.
“I’m the same person I’ve always been.”
She swallowed heavily, but didn’t rebuff his assertion. “What about that Sadie girl?” she asked hopefully. “I thought you liked her.”
Joel considered and instantly dismissed opening that can of worms. He could only fight one battle at a time. And something told him he hadn’t won that particular war with Sadie.
Something had spooked her last night. He’d tried to ignore it, to chalk it up to too much amazing sex, but there had been something almost…haunted—for lack of a better word—in her eyes. Until he got things settled with her, that element of this unorthodox, but incredible relationship was going to have to remain a secret. “I do like her. A lot. But that doesn’t change how I feel about Oakley.”
