They drove her through it all, toward a release that made every muscle in her body tense. In that second, Killian pulled back. He knew the feel of a breaking orgasm and wasn’t about to let her steal one, no matter how addictive her pussy was.
“That’s enough of that.” He said it mostly for Rachel but as a subtle reminder to Adam to ease back. She wasn’t near ready to start talking honestly. That truth became apparent the minute they stopped when her curses started flowing. Rachel really did turn into a potty mouth when denied, but it only went to show how spoiled they’d let her become.
It hurt to admit that Adam might be right. The gentle hand technique had backfired, and the girl had run wild anyway. While he was pretty certain that made her too crazy for Alex to have tamed, Killian wouldn’t be suffering the same fate. He wouldn’t be losing out for being nice.
Tonight would be a harsh reminder to Rachel of who she was dealing with. When they’d finished with her, she’d know her place. It was beside them, loyal to them, sharing everything with them, and trusting them to take care of her. Killian would not be having any more arguments on that. Rachel belonged to them. It was about damn time she realized it.
“Stop the clock, Adam.” Killian nodded to the dresser but kept his gaze locked on hers. “She isn’t going to run out her time by throwing a tantrum.”
“I say we go ahead and start,” Adam retorted, picking up the remote instead of the clock. “Let the little darlin’ pitch her fit through every climax missed. And,” Adam shot Rachel a look, “just in case you become bored.”
He didn’t finish that thought but clicked on the TV. Instantly, the room filled with the guttural groans of a woman being pleasured as she begged for more. There could be no doubt of what she wanted with the camera on a close-up image of a pussy getting pounded by an oversized cock. Killian didn’t need to glance at the screen to see the action but kept his smile locked on Rachel’s face as it went slack with shock.
It delighted him when it went tense with pleasure as he clicked on the little butterfly. Now she wasn’t just listening, she was joining in, moaning and begging. It took every bit of willpower Killian possessed to follow Adam out of the bedroom and leave her like that. Rachel didn’t help with her crying and begging for them to come back.
They wouldn’t be doing that for at least thirty minutes. Neither man trusted the other to be able to deny her for that long, which was why they vacated to the dining room. Not that they had much to talk about, but there would be no watching TV while Rachel continued to wail out from the bedroom. Instead, they took up a silent game of rummy.
Each man pulled the same score sheet out of his wallet, neither trusting the other to keep an honest score. This one game had been going on for over ten years and they’d managed to accumulate a score well over thirty thousand by then. Still, they didn’t call a winner, not needing one between friends.
Between lovers, that was different. Killian wanted to make damn good and sure that Rachel wouldn’t be able to offer up even the slightest defense. For that reason, he let the butterfly run for a good ten minutes before using the remote to give her a reprieve, but not a long one. Keeping an ear tuned to the lowering pitch of her sounds of passion, Killian didn’t let them mellow out before he clicked the toy back on and sent her back into squealing and begging as loud as she could.
He told himself she would be good. She’d do whatever they said if only they’d come back to her. That really made it hard for Killian’s ass to stay seated. For as much as Rachel needed to learn this lesson, he really didn’t like leaving her alone. They’d never done that before to any woman. A good master endured just as his submissive did, but Rachel was different.
Killian knew if he saw her now he’d take her. He wouldn’t be able to help himself. That’s how weak she made him. Strangely enough, she also made him feel stronger, like he had to be strong to keep her safe. As sweet and innocent as Rachel was, she didn’t understand men or the world they’d created around her. Instead, she lived in a Disney movie, and he very much wanted to keep that idyllic spirit alive.
Tonight, they pushed her beyond that reality. Killian only hoped that when she woke up in the morning cartoon birds still greeted her cheerily. Otherwise, he feared the Ken dolls would be getting kicked out for GI Joes. There was no way he’d let Alex anywhere near Rachel. Killian would go He-Man on the sheriff’s ass before that happened.
Ring…
The shrill, penetrating chime of the telephone in the kitchen made him realize he’d lost track of time. Lost in his thoughts, he’d left the butterfly on for too long and wound Rachel’s cries up to near ear piercing screams. As he clicked it off, Killian borrowed a second to shoot Adam a dirty look.
The bastard really had a chip on his shoulder tonight, otherwise he’d have reminded Killian to be a little easy on the darling. After all, it wasn’t like she was used to this kind of thing. Adam, though, didn’t even bother to look apologetic.
Since Rachel had declared that she didn’t think they were her boyfriends, Adam’s gaze had held on to that dark, dangerous look. Whether Rachel knew it or not, she’d actually managed to piss Adam off. That was a feat rarely accomplished.
Ring…
Killian didn’t even have to get out of his seat to catch the phone before it let out another wail. All he had to do was tip his chair onto two legs and stretch back through the opening to the kitchen to snatch it off the wall. With the long cord, he could even sit back up and go back to beating Adam’s ass at rummy.
“Hello?”
“Killian?” Duncan’s voice on the other end of the line had Killian’s attention shifting up. The other deputy had desk duty tonight and wouldn’t be dumping that into Killian’s lap no matter how sick he claimed to be.
“I ain’t coming in.” He couldn’t be clearer than that.
“I wouldn’t think so, given whatever you’re up to with Rachel has her neighbors calling in concerns.”
Killian grimaced at Duncan’s words. That went down in the big “whoops” category. It could also land them in the doghouse if Rachel ever found out about this. Something he was sure motivated Duncan’s next offer.
“So either gag her, or I’m sending Bryant over there to check things out.”
Killian knew Duncan would, too. With his sense of humor, Bryant would only make the situation worse. They’d be the talk of the town for weeks to come. That was how long Rachel would stay pissed at them.
“One more call, Killian.”
With that warning issued, the line went dead. Killian understood the threat. If Duncan received another concerned call, Bryant would be showing up on their doorstep. Not that he knew it, but Duncan gave Killian all the cover he needed to do what he wanted to most and go see Rachel. He covered up his eagerness with a grouchy grunt as he stretched back to settle the phone into the cradle.
“What?” Adam asked of Killian’s expression.
“We’re making too much noise. The neighbors are calling the station house.”
Finally, Adam managed to look something other than intense. He actually relaxed enough to smirk. “Well, that ain’t good.”
“It’s about to be worse. If Duncan gets another call, Bryant will be coming over for a visit.”
Adam had to consider that to come to the obvious conclusion. “I guess, then, we’re going to have to cut things a little short.”
“Not by much. There’s only about five minutes left on the clock. Besides, I think she’s sounding more cooperative.”
Killian offered that assurance with a nod to the hallway and the whimpering mews floating down it. All the cursing had stopped, all the begging had faded and there only remained the guttural moans of pure, wanton need. Like the songs of a siren, they lured Killian back to where his beautiful wench awaited him.
She’d made a mess of the bed with all her thrashing about. The sheets had popped free of the mattress and bunched in a chaotic swirl under her arched body. Bowed out from where her wrists and ankles remaine
d anchored, Rachel’s body glistened with sweat, and her pearly skin flushed a deep tomato red.
Only her hair served as a cool contrast to the desire drawing her tense. It pooled across the mattress and over the only remaining pillow. Stray dark strands clung to her cheeks, trailing along the rivulets of tears seeping from her wild eyes and curling around pouty lips broken apart by ragged pants. He’d never seen a woman look so gorgeous or be so easily affected by joy at the sight of him.
“Don’t leave me.” She about broke him in half with that soft, pathetic plea.
It made him ache to assure her he never would as he took her in his arms. That was the kind of weak behavior that had gotten them here, so Killian forced himself to hold back. Instead of sweeping her up, he settled calmly onto the edge of the bed.
The one thing he couldn’t resist was touching her. He needed to feel the softness of her skin beneath his palm, to reassure himself in this most basic of ways that she really was his. Cupping her cheek, he rubbed away the tears until they no longer brimmed over her lashes.
It took a few minutes for her to calm down. They gave her that time because they needed honest, intelligible answers. If she didn’t have them to give, then they really would have to gag her and start the clock over, no matter how much Killian hated that idea.
“You’re not going to leave me again?” she asked in that little girl voice. Matched with big doe eyes, Rachel made sure he didn’t have the balls left to deny her.
Killian held strong but couldn’t mask the husky concern in his tone. “I don’t want to, honey, but that’s really all up to you. Are you ready to answer some questions?”
The softness in her features shifted but not toward hardness or defiance. It looked to Killian like sadness, but he couldn’t fathom why. Then she spoke, and he understood completely. She didn’t want to lose.
“You really don’t give up. Either of you.”
“Not when it’s this important.” Killian offered her pride that much salve. “Now, are you ready to tell us about the sheriff?”
He feared the answer might be no when her eyes closed and her head rolled back. Her body still trembled with her need, the air thick with the scent of her desire, but Rachel fought back admirably. Killian really hadn’t expected her to even offer the least bit of hesitation. She didn’t offer resistance but a sort of depressed acceptance.
“I already told you. Why don’t you believe me?” Her eyes opened on that question, but they focused at the foot of the bed where Adam’s shadow stretched across her sheets between her splayed legs. “Do you really think I would cheat on you?”
“It’s the book.”
Killian could have hit Adam for his blunt answer. They needed to tread lightly here. For as bad as she’d made it sound, their punishment had obviously not broken Rachel’s will. The last thing he wanted to do was get a gag. That’s where they were headed, given Adam had her cussing again.
“What is your damn obsession with the book?”
Her mouth went from thin to rounded in less than a second as Killian’s ears detected the soft whirl of the butterfly clicking on. He shot an annoyed look over Rachel’s lifting body at his partner for picking up the remote he’d left. Adam offered him a smug smile, a silent assurance he’d get his answers.
“Please…this isn’t fair…I didn’t do anything.”
“I want to know about the book.”
“Fine…fine,” she babbled as her head stared to roll across the mattress, slowly nudging the last pillow toward the edge. “It was Kitty’s idea.”
That bought her a moment of reprieve as Adam considered that answer. “Kitty? As in your friend from Dothan? Why is it you haven’t talked about her before?”
Maybe because this Kitty was bad news. Killian shared that silent conclusion and a look with Adam.
“She’s just an old friend.”
That evasion cost her as Adam clicked on the butterfly. Not wanting to have to get a gag but needing to stop those high pitched shrieks, Killian decided to use his kiss to consume every bit of noise she made. It sounded wise until he sank his tongue into her mouth and forgot about every bit of the plan.
Rachel was ravenous in her enthusiasm as she drove the kiss with her ferocity. Their tongues warred, dueling and loving, until her lips closed over his tongue and sucked so hard he feared his dick would have a permanent impression of his zipper along its length.
He pulled back before he lost it and spewed in his damn jeans like some overeager teenage boy with his first girl. The sight of her bruised and swollen lips tempted him too much, making another taste irresistible.
This time, he put her in her place and showed her what the definition of hunger really was. He was hungry. Starved, in fact, and he couldn’t get enough, becoming only that much more desperate for her taste, her feel. The need overwhelmed his reason. Killian started to shift, eager to mount the woman so ready for his possession. He’d have done it, too, and humped her right there through his jeans if Adam hadn’t smacked him on the back of the head.
“How the hell can she answer my questions with your tongue in her mouth?”
Killian’s head lifted to stare down into the eyes of the best thing he’d ever known. “You make me weak.”
The thought slipped out on a whisper that should only have echoed through Killian’s mind. Horror hit him the moment it floated past his ears. Rachel didn’t help the sudden panic beating through him as her lips curved into a smile. Not smug or victorious, the soft gesture was much more dangerous than either of those emotions. It was satisfaction because she knew she had him wrapped around her little finger now.
Chapter 21
Rachel’s words confirmed his worst fear.
“Make love to me.”
“Okay, enough of that.” Adam spoke loud with clear annoyance. Fisting a hand into Killian’s collar, Adam whipped him off the bed and sent him stumbling across the room. “You’ll get your turn, lover boy, after the wench answers my questions.”
Despite Adam’s attitude, Killian was grateful for his interference. That had been a bad situation getting worse, so he was more than happy to give Adam the floor while he took a moment to recover. Recover and plan, because the only way to fix this disaster would be to get a confession of his own out of Rachel. That would put them back on an even field.
“Now, I want to know how this book on prostitution connects to your friend Kitty and the sheriff.” Adam lorded over the edge of the bed, blocking Killian’s view of Rachel but he could imagine her expression right then. It would be grumpy. “And don’t be giving me that look or I will get the nipple clamps and a gag out and we’ll reset the timer for another forty-five minutes. The choice is yours.”
“That’s not what I’d call a choice,” Rachel retorted crossly.
“Okay, guess it’s time for the clamps.” Lobbing the remote at Killian, Adam turned to rifle through the bag of treats Killian had packed. It gave Rachel a moment to turn her molten gaze on him. She might be bound and at their mercy, but that didn’t make the little woman any less dangerous as she gave him the puppy dog eyes.
“Don’t even.” Killian stopped her before she could get whatever pathetic plea out. “I’m immune to your wiles now.”
That only got him the pouty lip, a small gesture that packed quite a punch with his unruly cock. It pulsed out demands that had Killian growling as he retaliated by clicking on the butterfly. That got rid of her practiced seduction and sent her bucking back into a fit of wild, wanton need. With his eyes tracking the tempting rotation of her hips, his gaze remained stuck on the dildo bouncing between her flushed, spread pussy lips.
Her begging pleas didn’t help matters. They filled his head and warmed his heart with all the right kinds of warmth. She pleaded, telling him how much she wanted him, needed him, would do anything for him. It was about all a man could endure. Only his earlier slip and the need to prove a point kept him from jumping on her right then and there.
Even as he could claim a vi
ctory the joy was tempered by the need to undo his zipper. Never had he been so hard or endured such pain, but the stroke of his own fist in perfect beat with her humping motions helped.
“Stub-dick idiot,” Adam muttered as he brushed past Killian.
Killian smirked in the face of Adam’s censure and cast a pointed look down. “That ain’t no stub.”
“I guess the real question is whether or not it has any balls behind it.”
Adam might be bitching at him, but his jeans were horribly deformed by his own erection and his gaze stayed stuck on Rachel.
“You make me weak? We had a plan, man.”
“You had a plan,” Killian corrected. “I have a very lonely dick, and right now, Rachel sure does look welcoming. Doesn’t she?”
That pointed comment had Adam jerking forward, finally breaking his stare to shoot Killian a dirty look. “Are you going to turn that off, or you want to make this a challenge?”
Killian’s thumb didn’t twitch on the remote’s switch but a smirk did at the edge of his lips. “I did mine with my mouth.”
“And I held her down.”
“I can get behind that.” Hell, Killian wanted to get in it while he was there but that fun would have to wait. Maybe he shouldn’t have sounded too eager because Adam didn’t jump on his offer as he circled around to the far side of the bed.
Shooting him a hard look, Adam cast a doubtful glance down Killian’s body. “I’m not sure I can trust you.”
That insult prompted Killian’s feet into action. He’d made a mistake earlier, but he wouldn’t be making any more. “I’m just ready to gag the girl if need be.”
Hazel eyes clouded by lust followed him as he sauntered closer. With every step, Rachel’s words grew more encouraging, more provocative. She told him she needed his touch because nothing felt as good as his hands on her body and his mouth on hers and if he would only give her a kiss she would do whatever he asked.
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