“Come here, Hailey.”
Cole’s silent brooding from behind only added to the tension. Even as she slipped her legs over the foot of her bed, Hailey’s mind had already started to scream at her to flee—now—before he used that belt against her. With her feet bearing her weight, Hailey’s eyes darted to the door, stalled out over her indecision.
“Hailey.”
Licking her lips, eyeing the belt, Hailey just couldn’t move forward without any reassurances. “You’re not going to tie me up with that belt, are you?”
“I might.” Kyle smiled. “Of course, you really have to ask yourself where are you going to run to naked?”
The bathroom.
With its solid wood door she could barricade Kyle out if she could only make it in time. The thought hit her feet before it received any proper approval from her brain. What might have been hailed a victory turned into a battle of sheer force as she cleared the threshold and swung the door right into Kyle’s head.
With a grunt, he put his full force into shoving her bare feet back over the tile. It really didn’t require much effort for him to push his way into the bathroom, and Hailey gave up almost instantly to retreat to the other side of the large room. That gave her barely six inches beyond his arms reach, not nearly enough to feel secure as he snapped the door shut.
Smile still in place, Kyle rested against the door, paying more attention to the belt he was roping round his hand. “I guess I had that answer coming, huh?”
Heated and hungry, his gaze betrayed his relaxed stance. It slid up to connect with hers briefly, warning Hailey the worst thing she could do right now was make any sudden movements. The predator was annoyed, and she was trapped.
“You know, every time I think you haven’t any room left but to see reason…” Kyle shook his head as he snapped the belt taut between his hands. Again, his gaze lifted for a moment to pin her with lust darkening his eyes. “Maybe that’s my fault. I’ve been very lenient, too lenient, too considering and patient. Now you’ve become like a stray cat. You come to eat my food, but you don’t ever let me pet ya.”
Shoving off the door, he measured his steps until he had her cornered in the farthest reach of the bathroom. Boots to bare toes, he loomed over her to declare, “No more, princess. No free meals for you and don’t be thinking you can sniff around anybody else to beg a meal from because I will whop any man who so much as puts his hand on your arm.
“I’m talking bloody, princess. So you got a choice. You can either walk your naked ass out of this room and start obeying, or you can starve to death.” Kyle leaned in to growl over the bridge of her nose. “And I mean it, Hailey Mathews. You will die a lonely, horny old woman because it's either Cole and me or nobody.”
He’d only given her two options, but Hailey went with a third. Throwing herself straight into his arms, she forced him to release his threatening hold on the belt in order to catch her, which he did. Wrapping his arms around her with a long, suffering sigh of a man who had put up with too much, Kyle still let her duck the ultimatum—for the moment.
Aware of the little time she had to lobby her case, Hailey went to the main point. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Hailey,” Kyle groaned as if she’d asked the most annoying question. “You like everything we do. Don’t you think you can trust us by now?”
“I mean the tying up.” Hailey ignored his complaint, too consumed with the importance of her own point. “What if you do this and it bothers me, then I have to do it for the rest of my life? And what if I don’t? Will you be slipping off to your club to find women who do? I mean what if we’re not compatible in this way? What if—”
A heavy hand clamped down over her mouth, his grip consuming most of her lower face. “Hailey. You have two choices. And let me make this quite clear, you don’t get to argue or reason or persuade. We command. You obey. Understood?”
She nodded just to get him to lift his hand but couldn’t help voicing another concern. “And I’m not calling you master. All those women call you master, but I’m not some pet—”
“Oh, the hell with this.” Kyle grunted, more to himself than her. She got the message when his hand clamped down on her arm and yanked her into the shoulder he lowered into her stomach.
Without so much as a huff of exertion he lifted her off her feet and carried her out of the bathroom. It didn’t shock her in the slightest when she got dumped onto the mattress. Not even bothering to run for it a second time, Hailey huffed as she pulled the sheet out from under Cole.
“Plan backfired, huh, princess?”
“Shut up, Cole,” Hailey snapped, not taking her eyes off Kyle or the bag he chunked onto the foot of the bed. Whatever he looked for inside the oversized duffle, he didn’t pull anything out to give her a hint of the fate waiting for her.
“You just can’t stop digging your grave.” Cole appeared to have passed through being pissed and moved into a more contemplative mood. “So what did you say to piss him off this bad?”
“Nothing,” Hailey snapped. “And don’t start with all the threats, Cole. I figure you came over here planning to do your worst, so how much more afraid should I really be now?”
“A lot.” Kyle’s crisp answer drew her gaze to him and her breath out of her chest at the sight of the rope in his hands.
The belt lay discarded across the bed given over for the softer threads of braided black. “Is that velvet?”
“You don’t think we use rawhide, do you?” Cole snorted.
“Well, I just—”
“Come here, Hailey.”
Kyle apparently didn’t want her to finish any sentence this morning. Given him a dirty look for his rude behavior, she really didn’t have any choice but to obey. Taking the sheet with her, she scooted down the bed until she once again stood before Kyle.
With a sigh, he reached out to yank the sheet away, leaving her to curl her toes into the hard wood as she stood before him naked. This time her unrobed state made her feel keenly aware of his power and strength. Perhaps because he’d pulled the sheet away. Though it might have had something to do with the rope still dangling from his hand.
“Listen up, princess, because I’m only going to explain this all to you once. From this point on, you do exactly as you are told. Any hesitation, any refusal, any attitude whatsoever, even a look, gets your ass whopped. And you can keep all your sass silently because we hear it, you suffer for it.”
The scuffed tips of his boots loomed dark and dangerous beneath her nose. The crisp cut of his words matched the deep creases on his jeans. He towered over her with his body heat soaking into her through the distance. Hailey felt a wicked curl of heat unfurl in her stomach.
“Now, I’m only going to ask you this once, and I want you to really consider the answer. Did you really bend the cuff key?”
She’d sunk it into the bottom of a jar of lotion in the bathroom, but that answer didn’t make it out of her mouth. Instead, Hailey bit down on her bottom lip and accepted Cole’s truth. She just liked digging her own grave, liked the thrill a little too much.
“All right, then.” Kyle stepped back and nodded toward Cole. “Go on and crawl up him.”
Hailey swallowed at that command, doing just what Kyle told her not to—hesitating and sending him a look. Like a snake striking, he responded so fast she didn’t even have a chance to realize she issued the challenge. The soft bit of the velvet rope pressed hard into her back as he bent her over the edge of the bed.
Smack!
Hailey sucked in a mouth full of comforter at searing smack that lit her ass up like a candle. He didn’t give her a chance to understand, to reason, or feel anything other than the scorching lick of the flames flaring out of her ass as he whopped her with the flat of his palm.
One, two, three, all the way to five and even then her flesh still vibrated with the aftershocks. They rippled over her, rolling the air out of her lungs in gasps that matched the heated waves of cream dripping down her thighs.<
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“Now, up.”
Not another spank, more of a pat, the hand pushing that order into her back end had her wobbly legs coming up to obey. Only Cole’s smug smirk put the moment back into perspective, making Hailey hesitate to spread her legs over his and reveal just how much she actual enjoyed Kyle’s paddling.
Not that she had any control. The sharp smack to her already smarting backside broke over her with Kyle’s equally harsh command. “Now!”
She might have had the spirit left to disobey, but her body didn’t have the energy. Weakened with lust and trembling with anticipation, she crawled over Cole’s straightened legs and bore the impact of his incoming smirk as she settled onto all fours.
“Higher, princess,” Cole beckoned with just enough gloat to again make her hesitate long enough to earn another spank.
“Higher.”
Hailey’s heart jumped at the feral sound of Kyle’s growl. Something changed in her Prince Charming. His halo had darkened. Why that turned her on so damn much, Hailey didn’t understand. She simply obeyed.
Unable to break Cole’s jaded gaze, she moved slowly upward. Tensing in anticipation, her breasts passed mere inches above his face, but he let her pass without torment. Neither man ordered her to stop until the very heat of her desire hovered dangerously close to Cole’s smirk.
“That’s good, man.” Cole’s hands stretched up to grip the top of the headboard. With the cuffs clinging against the metal rods, he pulled himself to a sit, washing a tantalizing spray of breath over her mound, up her stomach, all the way till his lips almost rubbed against hers when he spoke next.
“That’s perfect. Just tie her off here.”
Before she could guess at what he meant, Kyle showed her by pulling her wrist right up to the top rail and tying it tight to the metal bar. The panic she always feared at being bound began to race her heart, but the exhilaration only fed her lust.
The scorching flare of desire burned through her chest, making her pant in a desperate attempt to get enough air. The ragged gulps heaved her breasts against Cole’s chest, rubbing her tender tips into the heated cotton. She arched, reveling in the decadent pleasure.
“That’s it, princess,” Cole murmured in her ear. “Enjoy what you can, while you can.”
The threat buried in his satisfied tone didn’t stay there. Kyle delivered on it a second later as he snatched up her other wrist and stretched it all the way across the back of the headboard. He pulled her so tight she had lean in, all the way in, until her chin brushed against Cole’s shoulder.
Kyle tied her up just like that, like a sacrifice for his best friend who had already started to indulge in his position. Nibbling his way across her shoulder, Cole nudged her hair out of the way with his chin to point out a fact she was already vividly aware of.
“See, no hands and I can still play with whatever part of your body I want.” He cut the last few words out with a hard bite that had her swallowing as shivers raced down her spine.
“You’re going to have to go a little wider here, princess.” A big hand pressed her inner thigh out. Her back arched as Kyle spread her legs just as wide as he wanted them, leaving her that much more vulnerable to him. To Cole, who chuckled over her defenseless position.
“This is going to be so much fun.”
In that second, Hailey thought he meant what he intended to do to her. In the next, she realized he meant what Kyle intended to do to her. Her eyes bulged at the thick round feel of something too smooth and very hard being pressed into her sheath. There had been no warning for the motion, and her mouth unhinged to suck in a long gasp.
“More than wet enough to take all ten inches.” Kyle’s tone had started to take on the same arrogant hardness Cole’s had as he fed her a slow, steady diet of cock. “And we haven’t even touched you yet, princess.”
If Hailey could have formed the words for a comeback, she’d have shared it with him—despite the threat of punishment. With the full length of the dildo settling into her, she didn’t have the air or the reason left to think any words other than, “Oooohhhh.”
That drooled out of her and over Cole’s shoulder as Kyle’s fingers reappeared. The evil genius focused in on her clit, pinching and toying with the little bud. The sparkles of pleasure that blossomed out of the tiny nub radiated through the stretched muscles of her pussy, making them clamp and tighten around the toy.
Amplified by the small motion, the pleasure rolled into compact balls of rapture that bubbled up her spine with such delight she just had to taste a little more. With little room to move, the best she could do was a slight sway, giving her only a paltry thrill.
The big dose came when Kyle’s hand retreated, leaving something small and soft pressed up against her clit. Hailey knew that feel. She’d been here yesterday but had a sick feeling this time there would be no passing out as a means of escape.
Sealing that fate, Kyle’s hand slid up her spine as he walked along the side of the bed. Coming to brush the hair back from her face, he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek before murmuring, “I’ll be back in a half hour.”
“Don’t rush on my account,” Cole retorted, accepting the button Kyle pressed into his hands. “The princess and I will be just fine, won’t we?”
Hailey swallowed, her gaze shifting to Cole’s. Pressed close enough together, she could see the shards of green darkening in his eyes. A passing glance, his gaze dipped out of sight as with a rattle of cuffs he slipped down. His kisses laid down a path of liquid heat that flooded into a river as his lips settled over her nipple.
Like being lit up with a live wire, the second his tongue curled around her puckered bud he pressed the button and set the entire brigade of fireworks off in her cunt. Not a dildo, a vibrator. That’s what Kyle had packed her full of, and it went into full-spasm mode, right along with the damn butterfly.
“Oh, shit,” Hailey squealed, her knuckles going white as her fists curled around the head board. With almost no room to move, she could little more than pant and melt as Cole tormented her. Taut with pleasure, her muscles couldn’t take the strain, and she collapsed into Cole’s hard body.
The velvet binds at her wrists wouldn’t allow for her to rub as she wanted, to grind herself into his strength and power. Hailey could only tickle herself with the decadent feel of Cole’s clothed body pressing against her naked one.
Just knowing he held all the control made the pleasure avalanche through her, washing away all resistance as she gave herself over to his authority. Resting her chin on the top of the headboard, Hailey flexed her whole body into Cole. Letting the wanton need boiling in her blood drive her body’s motions, her climax began to spiral tighter and tighter as it took her to the point of pure oblivion.
“NO!”
That denial ripped out of her throat as the promised Utopia blinked out at the sudden stop of Cole’s torment. Cole and all his toys might have gone still, but Hailey went wild. Thrashing so hard she actually made the headboard bang against the floor and wall, she still couldn’t pull free of the binds that only tightened the harder she wrenched.
Futility meant nothing to the rage that spurred her body into a fit. Fed by the lust that turned painful, Hailey unleashed her frustrations until her arms ached and she had no more curses left to bombard him with. Not that Cole took any offense.
Vibrating her breast with his laughter, he smoothed his cheek between her two aching globes only to pull himself back up once she quieted down. Hailey flinched against the pleasure as he began to leisurely taste his way up her neck.
“New rules, sugar lips. We ain’t playing how many orgasms can Hailey take today.” Cole pulled back, showing off his grin as she panted and tried one last time to twist her wrist free of its bind.
“That ain’t going to work, princess, so maybe you ought to pay attention now.” Eyeing him with distrust, she really didn’t have any choice but to obey. “Very good, princess. See, you’re learning. The next lesson is very, very simple. You don’t get to
come until I say so.”
He let those solemn words hang there for a moment before his grin broke loose and spilled into a chuckle. “And I got to tell you, sugar lips, I ain’t exactly feeling charitable toward you, so we start at the beginning.”
Chapter 41
Cole twisted Hailey’s entire world into an endless orgy of rapture and pain. He brought her to brink of release only to snatch her treat from her grasp. The Denier and that’s just what he did. He denied her at every point, twisting her mind and body into nothing more than a toy for him to play with.
God, but she loved to be played with. That thought drooled out of her as the sweet friction of the vibrator slowly fucking her began to harden into delightfully hard punches. So good, her moans morphed into elongated rolls of laughter as body tensed and prepared for the final act.
“Just a little harder, a little faster.” The words slipped from her lips as the only thoughts in her head. The consequences of speaking them, not to mention the reality of Cole’s hand still cuffed to the bed, didn’t register until a hand cracked hard over her ass, bringing all the delightful motion to an end.
“I see she hasn’t taken to the lesson.”
Freezing driblets of sparkling thrills raced down her spine at the hard sound of Kyle’s tone. He’s back. And now there were two of them. Now Cole would be unleashed. That thought barely settled over her lust fogged brain when a hand dangling a key came up from under her arm to work on the cuffs’ lock.
“Yeah, man, well I wasn’t exactly teaching the princess anything,” Cole grunted back, shifting beneath her as one hand came free. “I was just having some fun, giving the princess a little warm up.”
Just like that he slipped from beneath her, leaving her to collapse on the bed. Held up only by the velvet ropes, she couldn’t even turn around to watch the two men she knew watched her. The heightened sense of fear that came from being so vulnerable before them only shaded her arousal into the darker, deeper hues of wicked wants.
They didn’t help, talking about her like she had no ears.
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