by E. M. Gayle
The not knowing who did what drove me wilder.
“She looks like she wants to come.” He stated. He’d remained close after all. “If you do though, we’ll be forced to start your punishment all over again.”
I groaned. The agony of holding back while his finger rubbed around the edge of my clit threatened to kill me. Never in my life had I needed to come this badly and they were going to deny me again. With my mind buzzing from their onslaught I barely noticed when my right leg was lifted and a cuff wrapped around my thigh. Nothing mattered other
than trying to stop the orgasm that crept closer and closer with each sweep of the finger around my clit.
I grit my teeth against the onslaught of need threatening to engulf. God no. Please. I wanted to obey.
Metal clanged and clicked around my leg until I finally realized my leg now hung on its own after being fastened to the stone wall much like my wrists were. In this position, my legs were spread wide for whatever Alex or Jeremy had in mind.
The touch on my clit disappeared seconds before the flogger returned. This time the many falls curved underneath my ass to strike the tender flesh of my pussy as well as my buttocks. Where I expected to feel pain, I only experienced heightened desire. My brain buzzed with the euphoria of the scene as the sensual strikes continued one right after another. My legs trembled and a fleeting thought of not being able to hold myself up filtered through my brain.
I hissed and screamed as the onslaught of pleasure hit the point of no return. Or so I thought. All touch ceased immediately and I moaned in protest—again. I’d been so damned close I’d practically tasted the explosive end.
“Please,” I begged. “Oh Sir, please…” My arms and legs shook from the force of my need. Nothing else mattered. I had to come now.
I screeched in frustration when my pleas were ignored and the flogging started up again, this time harder and faster than before. Every strike landed directly on my clit until I again teetered on the brink of explosion.
Every sensation, thought and need raced out of my control. My pleas turned to nothing more than guttural groans as I bucked into the leather as if I could fuck myself to completion with nothing but air.
“You belong to us now, don’t you?” Jeremy’s question rang in my head.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please, Sirs, Oh God, please…” The pleasure increased three fold and I knew without a doubt I couldn’t stop it this time. “Fuck!” I screamed.
“Come, kitten. Come now,” my mystery man demanded. Two fingers thrust into me, deep and without pause. Rough strokes designed for nothing more than the wild and intense sensations they created.
My body ignited. A force of extreme pleasure overwhelmed me as I came hard. So fucking hard.
My body shuddered violently under the onslaught. Still without vision, I remained hyperaware of everything around me. The wet sound of being finger fucked, someone’s harsh breathing at my ear, the erection nudging at my backside. The sensation of it all fogged my mind to the point I barely noticed a ripping sound.
Hands gripped each thigh, spreading me impossibly wider. The hand between my legs disappeared and was immediately replaced with the broad tip of an erection that nudged at my opening.
“You are so wet and hot,” Jeremy exclaimed, bringing my attention to the fact it was him plastered to my backside about to push inside me.
I breathed deeply, imprinting every scent of these men on my mind. Later, when I returned to my life alone, I wanted to remember every single detail of my surreal fantasy.
“How do you feel, kitten?” He had once again returned to my side. Or maybe he’d never left at all. I found it impossible to tell from sound and touch alone. I couldn’t process it all.
How did I feel? Crazed. It was the only word I could think of. Wild emotions rioted through me as Jeremy pushed inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped for air. I was tied to a wall, with all of my weight balanced on one leg that shook mercilessly, helpless to two men who for all intensive purposes were complete strangers to me. They’d stripped me of all control, leaving only the safeguard of the Glass Kat in its place. If that wasn’t a little crazy, I didn’t understand the meaning of the word.
“I don’t know what to say.” I struggled for air or anything really that could calm my racing heart or take my mind from the thick cock still buried inside me. I don’t know was still the only truth I had for him.
“Think harder.”
“I—I can’t think,” I panted. “Not like this.”
A dark laugh filled the room. “Good. Then I’d say we’ve succeeded here. Turn and face my voice, kitten.”
I turned my head in the direction of his voice. Warm breath feathered across my face, sending a shudder racing down my spine. Despite the butterflies erupting in my belly at the closeness of him, I found it impossible to concentrate when Jeremy’s cock continued to stretch me on every delicious slide between my legs.
“I enjoy watching you get fucked. I can see the sweet agony of your tight cunt across his face on every thrust. It’s fucking hot.” Alex spoke softly before devouring me in a kiss designed to steal away the rest of my common sense.
Oh God… The heat of both the kiss and the slow shuttle of Jeremy in and out of me threatened to send me up in a blazing inferno. He drove his tongue deep into my mouth at the same time as Jeremy plunged forward. With both men taking what they needed, I felt utterly possessed. An incredible experience I’d never forget no matter what my future brought me.
Writhing in sweet agony, I moaned. My heart pounded. My blood roared in my veins. Desperation overtook everything else. I couldn’t hold back another second. That last thought hit me as I screamed into the kiss and climaxed. My body buckled, my leg gave out, putting all of my weight in Jeremy’s hands wrapped around my hips and the one leg still tied to the wall.
White-hot light and heat engulfed me when Jeremy pounded into me with his own release, stealing my breath. My mystery man eased from the kiss, a wicked smile crossing his face as I gulped for air. An impossible feat with my chest heaving with short and fast breaths.
Jeremy pulled free and the two men worked quickly to unfasten my restraints. I crumpled into the offered arms and nestled into a warm chest I imagined had to be my mystery man.
A big hand smoothed my hair and wiped the wetness across my cheeks I’d not even realized had fallen. Tumultuous emotions raged inside me and in the aftermath of such intensity, I wasn’t in any frame of mind to examine why.
“Shhh,” he comforted.
I sagged in relief. For whatever reason, I’d wanted to be in his arms. His hands massaged my sore wrists, offering me the comfort I desperately sought. When he touched the edge of my blindfold I held my breath. The anonymity of the encounter had ended up a necessity I’d not realized at the time I needed. Now the fear of looking into their eyes after what they’d done unnerved me.
Before I could protest, the fabric was removed. I blinked in the sudden light even though they’d kept it low in this room. My eyes slowly adjusted to find him staring at me intently, his blue eyes darker than before.
“I—”
He pressed his fingers to my lips and stopped what I’d been about to say.
“You don’t have to say a thing, kitten. It’s just you and I.”
I nodded, relief flooding through me. I had no reason to be embarrassed, but it was there nonetheless. I buried my face into his chest, wrinkling my nose at the slight tickle of tiny hairs against my skin.
I had no intention of examining my understanding of the situation I found myself in. Right here and right now in this moment I felt cared for and—oddly satisfied. Safe even. Those thoughts made me want to savor them for as long as I could before I had to get up, get dressed and go home and back to my life. Without this…
Chapter Seven
Alex
“Here is the package you asked about.” Alex looked up as his assistant placed a thin overnight envelope on his desk. “If there isn’t anything e
lse, I’d like to head home.”
He nodded, already picking up the investigative file his people had sent over. When he heard the door snick closed, he sliced open the envelope with the sharp opener he kept on his desk and pulled out the manila folder contained within.
He’d already been informed of the pertinent items that the file contained, but he wanted to read through them again. There wasn’t a detail about Harper Allison he didn’t want to know.
What had started out as a distraction had morphed into something else. Something that felt like potential trouble. Everything about her had fit the profile he’d expected, except for two things. First, it appeared that Harper Allison had not existed, at least not in any records his people could find, until she started culinary school here in the city.
It seemed that in order for them to dig deeper they’d need a fingerprint or something to aid in their search. It was no wonder Ronin had been unable to find her after his birthday party. That hadn’t stopped his stepbrother from searching with nothing other than a cell phone selfie from that night to go on.
He picked up the first picture of her and stared into what he’d believed were innocent eyes. While she was beautiful in the picture, it didn’t do justice to the woman in the flesh. Which led to the second thing that had puzzled him about her profile. Until he’d seen her that first time at the Glass Kat he hadn’t understood why Ronin had been so obsessed with finding her.
One look. That’s all it had taken for him to become just as obsessed. He shook his head. No, that wasn’t right. That first night he’d been interested. And definitely aroused. He could have walked away then and let it go, but he hadn’t. Like Ronin, he’d wanted more.
He’d definitely gotten that. Probably more than he’d bargained for. He had planned that one night with the intention of one and done. Of course, the night had ended long before he’d had his fill.
He’d underestimated her allure when he’d formulated his brilliant threesome plan. Alex rolled his eyes and scrubbed his hand over his face. Yeah, what a great idea that had been. Not.
The wave of possessiveness that had swept over him during that scene had nearly driven him to madness. He’d had to cut the night short just to keep from murdering his best friend. He owed Jeremy an apology for the shit he’d given him afterward. His friend had been right. He needed an attitude adjustment.
He shoved the photo back into the folder and closed its contents. He didn’t have time for this. There were some tense business deals he had to get through. Some of the properties he wanted to buy for his latest project were still refusing to sell. He was going to have to get creative if he wanted to get this done. Which meant he needed to keep his head in the game and off the curvy woman whose hips molded to his in perfect alignment.
He didn’t really need to hear the gasps that would fall from her mouth the first time he pushed inside her. That’s what he would keep telling himself anyways. Except his pulse was already racing just thinking about it.
The memory of her naked and chained to a wall for his pleasure kept invading his mind. In his life there had never been a shortage of women willing to do anything he wanted. No matter how devious his demands grew, no one ever said no. His last name and accompanying bank account made sure of that.
Harper Allison on the other hand knew none of that. She didn’t even know his first name. Nor did she seem to care. She was so damned brave in her submission and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to punish her for recklessness or reward her for perfection.
She shouldn’t trust him.
She especially shouldn’t have trusted his cruel stepbrother. Ronin may be younger than him, but he’d taken after his father at a very young age. Stepping into his family’s business at the ripe young age of fourteen had given him more than a decade to learn from his father and from everything he’d seen and heard the son surpassed the father when it came to his thirst for violence.
Is that what she had seen in him? Was his kitten some sort of masochist?
His.
In any other instance that word would simply refer to her body as his. But he’d felt that twist in his gut both times he’d seen her in person. And even now when the memory of their mouths fused together filled his head, he knew it meant more.
Dammit.
He pushed to his feet and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office that overlooked the city. His city. Between the money attached to his name and the fear associated with his stepfather’s, anything in this city was his for the taking. No one dared to say no for long.
Which reminded him again that he had a business deal he had to get done this week.
“Looks like you’re going to wear a path in the carpet by nightfall.”
He stiffened up at the sound of Jeremy’s voice behind him. He needed to talk to his friend, but he hadn’t expected it would be this soon.
“It’s possible,” he said without turning away from the window. The sun was already setting and soon the city of millions would light up like a jewel in the middle of the sea. He preferred the nighttime. The energy of an already frenetic city ratcheted to an even higher level and all kinds of people came out to play.
“I figured we should talk,” Jeremy said as he took a seat on the couch at the far end of the room. His boots clunked on the glass coffee table as he propped them up. He didn’t need to see to know exactly what his friend looked like. How many times over the years had he stopped in after his shift for some reason or another?
The cop and the stepson of a mob enforcer. They were the most unlikely of friends and yet they’d been practically joined at the hip for too many years for him to count. Their friendship and navigated more than one shit storm and eventually prevailed without the loss of too much skin from either of them.
Now they had a woman between them and Alex wasn’t exactly comfortable with that. Especially since the responsibility of it fell squarely on his shoulders.
“I didn’t expect you so soon.”
Jeremy barked a laugh. “You thought I was going to let you stew in that angry shit of yours for a while? I guess I could have. You squirming out of your skin might have been an interesting sight. But what the hell, truth be told I’m curious. Curious about what’s going on with you. I’ve never seen you get jealous during a scene.”
He clenched his jaw. That’s because he didn’t get jealous. Ever.
When he didn’t respond right away, Jeremy remained silent. One of the benefits of such a long friendship was knowing in cases like these what the other person needed and right now he needed to think more than talk.
He’d recognized her almost immediately when he spotted her across the room. The fact she’d tied her long, dark hair back into a pony tail at the base of her neck didn’t hide her identity. Nor did the simple catering uniform. Even without the smile across her face as in the picture with her and Ronin she still looked the same. Same intense expressions. Same green eyes. Same sensual mouth.
He scrubbed his hands across his face.
How exactly did he remember all those many details from a picture he saw for thirty seconds more than a year ago? And why didn’t he immediately walk away from her then?
Getting involved with someone from Ronin’s past had to be a mistake. One he’d walked into because of his enormous ego and one he couldn’t walk away from because of her.
“I’ve always hated that word. I certainly never expected you to use it in a sentence about me.”
“Me either. Maybe it’s a sign.”
He turned to Jeremy. “A sign of what?” The smile on Jeremy’s face made him nervous.
“A sign that the ice king may have finally met his queen.”
He inwardly winced, only barely able to contain the movement from Jeremy. “Let’s hope not. Otherwise this situation could get a whole lot worse.”
Jeremy wrinkled his forehead in confusion. “Why? Because you don’t want to get that involved with a woman.”
He shook his head. He was already feelin
g that involved. The fact he couldn’t get her off his mind even when he had business to deal with proved that. “If only it were that simple. You remember that woman Ronin got into a tear about last year when he couldn’t find her.”
Jeremy looked at him blankly for a moment, but he saw the moment the lightbulb went on for his friend. He dropped his boots from the table and sat forward. “That’s her? Seriously?”
He nodded.
“Dare I ask when you figured that out? Or do I not want to know?”
He tightened his lips. In hindsight, dragging his friend into this bitter rivalry he had going with Ronin was a pretty shitty thing to do. Especially given their line of work. They operated on opposite sides of the law and that always had the potential for causing problems in all their lives. Not that he hated the idea of Jeremy putting an end to Ronin’s bullshit one way or another. His stepbrother deserved whatever he got.
He didn’t care if that made him a hypocrite. The mob had little to no moral code in this city and that was something he always hated. It’s why he fought every day for his independence. He would not let the world his mother married into ruin his.
“From the beginning,” he finally answered. There was no logical or tactical advantage to lying to Jeremy.
His friend shook his head. “You should have told me.”
He wasn’t about to deny it. Giving Jeremy the option to excuse himself from an event that could potentially entangle him with Ronin made sense. Why he had kept that information to himself bothered him greatly.
He’d set aside rational thought to get involved with this woman. This could put others in jeopardy. He made a mental note to talk to his head of security. Precautions would have to be taken. Plans made to ensure Ronin didn’t get near any of them without him knowing well in advance. These were things he wasn’t willing to compromise on.
