by Cathryn Cade
“To submit to me.”
“To submit to you,” she agreed.
He bent and kissed her, hard and deep and hot, his mouth taking hers, his tongue finding hers and mating with it. Branding her there in the main room as his.
When he lifted his head, his eyes blazed, and his face was nearly radiant. “Then let’s go upstairs, so you can do that,” he said, his voice tender.
Sara let him guide her off the stool. Her legs felt weak, and her body vibrated with the need to be back in his arms, but her mind felt clear, her heart full.
“Two steps behind me,” Trace instructed.
She blinked up at him but then nodded at the adamant lift of his brows.
“Yes, Trace.” She followed him through the crowd and then up the stairs. At least back here she got to watch his ass, she thought wryly. He had a world-class one, tight and round above his powerful thighs.
He stopped at the top of the stairs, and she bumped into him. “Sorry.”
He turned far enough to look down at her, a line between his brows. “Sara, tonight I want you focused on me. You move when I move, you stop when I stop. I have to tell you again, we’ll do it with you kneeling. Got that?”
She nodded. “Yes, Trace.” She did not want to kneel where everyone could see her.
He walked on, and Sara followed him along the short, wide hallway, darting only quick glances at the doors to the other rooms. Behind one of them were Carlie and Jake.
She kept her attention on Trace and stopped instantly when he paused before an open door. He walked into the room and turned to shut the door behind them. Then he looked down at her, a possessive, gleaming look that sent pleasure shivering through her.
“You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight, Sara,” he said, his voice and his words flowing over her. “You have no idea how proud I am to be the man who gets to dominate you, the man who gets to fuck you.”
He circled her, his warm body brushing hers, the loose silk shirt whispering over her skin.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his mouth near her ear.
“Y-yes, Trace.” Her heart was pounding, and uncertainty chilled her skin.
His hands slid down to enclose her wrists, his arms and his body bracketing hers. “Sara. Do you trust me?” he repeated.
She shuddered and let go a little more, let go of her last bit of distrust, of uncertainty. He would never hurt her, not purposely. “Yes, Trace. I trust you.” Completely.
He sighed, and turned his face against her head, caressing his cheek against her hair. “Thank you, honey.”
He stepped back and then something soft and dark dangled before her eyes, held loosely in his hand. A length of silk knit.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” he told her. “Not tight, and no gags or bonds of any other kind.” Then he waited.
Sara took another breath and let it out. “Yes, Trace.”
He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, his lips warm. Then he lifted the cloth and brought it over her eyes. It settled and then tightened as he knotted it behind her head.
His hands returned to her shoulders. “All right?” he asked quietly.
She nodded, despite her galloping pulse. Without sight, all she could do was take in what happened around her with her ears, her sense of smell and of touch.
His warm fingers closed around her wrist, and she heard his soft chuckle. “Pulse is fast. But you’re all right. I have you.”
He brushed around her again, and this time she felt his hands at the zipper of her dress. “Pretty as this is, time for it to come off. Time to see if you wore my other gift.”
The dress slipped free, cooler air washing over her torso. Her breasts tightened—she could feel his gaze on them. Her nipples squeezed to tight buds, and she moved restlessly, the thong abrading her.
“Like that, honey,” he said. “Pretty tits, and that little thong barely covers your pussy, a few red curls peeking out at me. And your ass…” His warm fingertip followed the line of the thong across her ass cheek and down into the crevice. “Spread for me.”
Sara moved one foot to the side, and he grunted his approval, his fingers sliding deeper, following the thong. Sara’s pussy tightened in response, and she arched her back, inviting his touch.
Then she heard a whisper of sound. The door opening? She turned her head as a current of air washed over her nude body. Her hands tightened into fists.
“Trace?”
“Shh, I’m here,” he answered. She opened her mouth to ask who else was in the room, but he kissed her, his warm mouth pressing against hers, then a little harder, his tongue flicking against the inner seam of her lips. She opened to him, and he kissed her, slow and tenderly.
She heard a shaken breath—his? But his hands were on her as he walked around to stand behind her again, pulling her back against him with a palm flat on her bare belly, his little finger riding the edge of the thong. His grasp made her feel safe, secure.
“Hands at your sides, Sara,” he ordered. She put them down, turned her palms back so she could feel his thighs, hard and protective behind her. “Now,” he went on, his chin rubbing the top of her head. “I asked if you would try a scene with me and another person, and you said you would. Remember?”
She gasped, the soft sound more of a whimper. But she nodded, excitement and fear jumping in her belly. And throbbing, strangely, in her pussy. “Yes, Trace.”
“And I said it would only be with someone I trust. To care for you, to make you feel good.”
“I thought—it was for you,” she said, shaking her head. “Because it excites you, not me.”
“It does excite me,” he answered. “But this time, Sara, is for you. Two men who are here to help you understand how beautiful you are. And that you deserve nothing but the best.”
“I do?” she whispered.
“You do,” he answered. “Now, are you gonna do this for me? Remember, anytime you want to slow down or stop, you say your safe words.”
Sara swallowed, and pressed back against him. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
“We’re gonna love you, honey,” he said tenderly.
Chapter Eighteen
Trace’s grip on Sara tightened, and then sound whispered before her, and she caught the scent of another man, warm skin and faint aftershave—familiar. But who? Was it Mase?
Two hands, strong, warm and calloused in places, and trembling slightly—or maybe that was her—cupped the back of her thighs. Sara whimpered again, and the man soothed her with a shush and the press of warm, lush lips on her right breast.
Trace’s hand cupped under her breast, lifting it, offering it. The other man’s tongue flicked her nipple with a wet butterfly caress and then licked it into his mouth, suckling her gently. It felt so good and so wrong, so naughty that Sara whimpered again.
“Harder,” Trace ordered, his hand sliding down to cup her mons. “She can take it, can’t you, sub?”
Sara cried out as the mouth at her breast drew so strongly she felt it zing clear through her. Then he nibbled, using the edge of his teeth, biting down with slow precision until she cried out in protest as pain shot through her. He let go instantly, bathing the small injury with his tongue.
His hands moved up cup her hips and then between her and Trace to cup her ass, his enjoyment clear.
“Now her other one,” Trace ordered. “That’s right. Use your hand and your mouth. Suck that pretty tit.” He groaned, and Sara felt his erection press into her back even as the other man suckled her and Trace fondled her other breast, pinching her nipple and rolling it.
Sara moaned as they used her nipples just hard enough to sting, then gentled, sending pleasure through her.
“Sara,” Trace said in her ear. “You with us? You like this?”
“Yes,” she admitted, shame and need combining in a naughty thrill. “Yes, Trace.”
He nipped at her earlobe. “Then ask him to lick your pussy. Ask him sweet.”
“Oh my God,” she w
hispered, trembling in their grasp. “I…”
“For me, honey. Wanna watch him use his mouth on you, get you off with his tongue in your pretty pussy. Watch you cream all over his face, for me.”
“Yes, Trace,” she panted, writhing as need pulsed through her.
Trace laughed, a naughty sound in her ear. “Oh, she’s hot. She’s gonna go off all by herself, we keep talking. Aren’t you, sub?”
“Yes, Trace.” She was.
But she didn’t have to wait, because those warm, eager hands were sliding down, fingers grasping the thong to slide it down over her hips and off her legs, guiding her to step out of the scrap of stretchy fabric. Leaving her bare to her dom and his accomplice, the man who knelt before her. Whose mouth she craved on her pussy.
Then she had it, those soft lips pressing hot little kisses on her mons, her belly, her inner thigh when she let him lift one leg high and to the side to drape it over his shoulder, broad and bare, his skin hot against hers.
In this position, she felt absolutely vulnerable…and right.
“Now lick her,” Trace ordered. “Get her off while I watch both of you.”
He cupped one hand over her breast and played with it, and she felt him reach around her to touch the other man’s head, just as his warm, silky tongue flicked up the furrow of her sex and found her clitoris.
“K-Kai?” Sara whimpered, excitement and joy flooding her. She trembled and started to come, moving in his grasp, rubbing herself shamelessly against his mouth.
He groaned and pressed his mouth into her, licking and sucking, his hands tightening on her to hold her still as he devoured her, prolonging the sweet implosions of her orgasm.
Trace fumbled with the blindfold and then pulled it off. She blinked and looked down into Kai’s face. He licked his lips and smiled up at her. His beautiful face was flushed and triumphant, his eyes heavy.
“How the hell did you know?” Trace asked, nipping at her ear again. “You two have things to tell me? I know about the making out. What else happened?” He sounded amused and jealous at the same time.
“Nothing. I knew him by the way he smells.”
Kai laughed and nipped at the tender skin of her thigh. “Given away by my aftershave.”
“And your lips. You have really soft lips.”
Trace growled. “Any kissing from now on will be with my say-so, understood, Kalo?”
Kai gazed up at him, and the joy and need in his eyes made Sara’s heart stutter. “Yes, Trace.”
Trace nodded. “All right. Now make her come again. This time use your fingers too.”
Sara whimpered, and a blush scalded her face and throat, crawling down to blanket even her chest. “You’re—I—there’s more?”
Kai lifted his hand and thrust two of his strong fingers carefully up into her pussy, holding her gaze as he did so. Then he hooked them, pressing firmly against her G-spot, and smiled at her. “Oh yeah, Sara. There’s more.” Then he put his mouth on her again, with Trace watching.
Sara gasped, and Trace laughed in her ear, an exultant, possessive sound. “Now watch, Red. Watch every move. And when you’re getting close, you let me know. And then I’ll tell you if you can come yet.”
She was already there, the incredible intimacy of being held by these two men, exposed to both of them sending pleasure shivering through her. This was so naughty, so bent, and that made it even more exciting.
“Sara,” Kai reproved. “I feel your pussy squeezing my fingers. Now what did Trace say?”
She gaped at him. “You get to tell me what to do too?”
“Yes,” Trace said in her ear. “He gets to spank your ass too, so do not disobey either of us.”
Kai did something else with his fingers, and she whimpered again.
“Look at her, Trace,” he murmured. “She loves this, don’t you, wahine?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I love it. Oh, Trace, I need to come, I do. Please.”
“Then come, honey,” Trace said tenderly. “Come for both of us.”
And she did, riding Kai’s fingers and his tongue, her hand in his hair holding him to her while her other hand held on to Trace, her anchor.
This time when she sagged in his grasp, Trace lifted her and carried her to the bed, laying her carefully on the edge with her feet dangling.
She dragged her eyes open to watch as he undressed, baring his lean, strong body and his beautiful cock. Then she turned to see Kai shrugging out of his black T-shirt and slacks.
He was beautiful too, his compact body lean and perfect in his way, with no body hair except that on his groin, his cock rising from a nest of black hair.
“You have another tattoo.” A shark, a beautiful, fierce stylized beast rising the length of his thigh, the open teeth facing his groin.
“Yeah,” he said. “I got it a few months ago. To remind me whether I choose courage or cowardice, death will get me in the end. So I may as well dare to go for what I want.”
“Which is Trace,” she said a little wistfully.
A frown furrowed Kai’s black brows as he strode toward her. He took her hand and pulled her up to face him, his thighs between her knees. “Trace, yeah” he said, “And you, Sara.”
“Me?” she whispered.
He nodded, reaching to cup her face. “You, brave girl. Trace is in love with you. I have feelings for you too. Knew it the moment we met. I wanted to fuck you every way I could think of and then go around again. Next I liked you; and I admired you.”
“Oh,” she said. “I have feelings for you too.” Then she blushed as both men laughed, a warm, gentle sound.
Kai squeezed her knee. “I know that, wahine. Knew it when you let me kiss you, and when I told you I was in love with someone. You looked disappointed, but also like you wanted me to get what I wanted.”
He lifted his hand to cup her cheek. “Now I get to fuck you, and that makes me a lucky moke.”
Sarah’s eyes flew to Trace. He came to sit beside her, his arm around her, his other hand finding Kai’s and clasping it. Trace kissed her and pushed her hair back.
“I want to watch my subs fuck each other,” he said. “But remember, Sara. Tonight, you’re mine, you’re Kai’s. But we’re also yours. We’re here to get you off, as many times as we can, and be proud we’re the men who get to do that.”
She looked from him to Kai and nodded. “Okay.”
Trace’s warm, strong hand tightened on her neck, in a now familiar reminder.
“Yes, Trace,” she said instantly.
He let her go, although he shook his head at her.
“Sara.” Kai’s voice broke her out of her Trace fugue, commanding her to look at him. She drew in a sharp breath at the tautness of his face, his hooded gaze. He stood, legs apart, hands on his hips, a demanding male waiting for her.
“Yes, Kai,” she whispered, digging her fingers into the coverlet. What would he make her do? Whatever it was, she wanted it.
He crooked his finger at her, and she scooted toward him. “Lie back,” he ordered.
She did so, and he moved between her thighs, Trace still sitting beside her. He turned to her and slipped his hand behind her shoulders. “Up, Red. Want you to watch Kai come inside you.”
“Are you going to watch?” she asked, except it sounded more as if she were pleading with him. Which she guessed she was, because his gaze on her was nearly as important as Kai’s cock prodding the air between them as he slipped on a condom, candy pink.
“Oh, yes,” he said tenderly. “Every second. I promise.”
He leaned over to kiss Kai, and Sara watched, spellbound. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. She waited for the pangs of jealousy, but instead she felt heat and desire and rightness. Then Trace pulled away, smiled at Kai and bent to kiss her, hot and deep with Kai’s taste on his mouth. Perfect.
Then Trace put his hand between her thighs and opened her for Kai’s cock.
“Oh, wahine,” Kai said, his voice shaken. “Finally, I get in
side your sweet little pussy.”
He thrust and slid deep inside her on one smooth stroke. Both of them moaned, and Trace swore softly. “Fuck. Fuck, yes. Love both of you. Fuck her, Kai. Both of you, come for me.”
Trace watched, spellbound as Kai fucked Sara. His golden-tanned hands on her pale hips, Kai flexed his lean, powerful hips in a fast, driving motion, his cock flashing in and out of Sara’s pink pussy. And she took him so sweetly, leaning on her elbows in Trace’s arm, her head tipped back, eyes nearly closed as she gave herself over to the experience. The scent of her pussy and Kai’s damp musk filled his nostrils, along with the wet, succulent sound of sex and Sara’s rising whine of need.
“Trace,” she pleaded. “I need to come, oh, please. Kai, please.”
Begging both of them for release, just as it should be. Trace grabbed Kai’s hair and kissed him hard, then smiled against his mouth. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Both of you, now.”
Kai moaned and shuddered, and Trace swore he could feel Sara’s pussy clasping around Kai’s cock, so deep was their connection.
Trace petted them when they were still, Kai bending forward to lay his head and shoulder on Sara’s breast. She raised one arm to flop it around his shoulders, lying against Trace.
Finally, Kai straightened, gave Sara a kiss and withdrew from her. He smiled at Trace.
“Your turn, kane.”
Trace smiled back. He loved that Kai gave that term only to him. Respectful.
He nudged Sara, supporting her as she sat up. Then he held her close, pressing a kiss to her hair. She was damp and warm, her fragrance heady.
“I’m concerned about our sweet sub,” he told Kai quietly. “Sara’s on a high now, but she’s gonna feel guilty when she comes down. “
Kai nodded, using a tissue to remove his condom and tossing it in a nearby trash can. “What do you think?”
Trace kissed her again. “I think I need to help her with that guilt.”
Sara opened her heavy eyes and looked up at him. “I’m okay.” But she looked down, fingering one of his nipples.
