“So you what… decided to go against your own house rule?”
“We weren’t in a house.” He winked at him to taunt him. “We were on that little deserted side road out by Millerville Lane. You know the place.”
“I should. That’s where I used to go parking—when I was in high school!”
“Nothing wrong with parking now if you have a pretty woman who is willing.”
“So you’re telling me you fucked her in the back of the truck out in the middle of nowhere when a few maniacs are running around trying to kill her!” Tyler stomped away. He curled his hands at his side and growled something awful. “That was irresponsible, Jax. You can’t go around doing stupid shit when there are people out there who want her dead!”
“Folks I thought were behind bars for the night,” Jax reminded him. “What happened with that anyway?”
“Want a guess or do you want me to tell you what I really think?”
“Which resembles more of the truth?”
Tyler dragged his palm down his face. “I don’t think Andrew is our friend.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. We’ve known him for years.”
“I don’t give a damn if we grew up in the same crib. Look, Jax. Think about it. You and I took the call five years ago when he called to say those meth junkies had walked and tonight? He was all too pleased to let me know the boys from New York walked and there wasn’t enough evidence to hold them. Don’t you find that strange? They had enough evidence to hold them. Hell, they should’ve been able to hold Handsome alone for what he did to Brianna!”
Jax dragged his thumb over his bottom lip in deep thought. “Now I see why Kane Cartwell acts like a damn renegade.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Cartwell is calling his family and friends. Says they can help us more than the locals. He claims they’re used to this sort of thing—stalkers and crazy women apparently gave his daughters a fit at one time or another. Anyway, Cartwell’s pals will arrive tomorrow.”
“He doesn’t think we can protect Brianna?”
“We can’t,” Jax admitted, pained by the fact. “Listen, Tyler, I took a few good hits from these guys and I’m pretty sure if it had been four on one instead of two on one, I wouldn’t have made it out of those wetlands today. I’m standing here tonight because two of the fellas took off chasing Brianna. Otherwise, they would’ve beaten me to an inch of my life and then they would’ve shot me in the face. We aren’t dealing with the good ole boys from here in Tennessee. These guys will be carrying weapons we haven’t even seen.”
“Then Cartwell’s friends aren’t really that much help then, are they?”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I read the old guy pretty damn well. If he draws, he shoots to kill. He doesn’t care who or what he’s hitting as long as he makes his point to his enemies.”
“And what point is that?” Tyler asked.
“Nobody fucks with his family.”
Chapter Fourteen
Brianna’s arms were bound and high above her head. Her ankles were tied and her legs were spread. Her nipples—God bless those pretty little peaks—were clamped and her pussy was stuffed with a vibrator on low speed. She wore a bandana over her eyes and not another stitch of clothing or material. In a word, she was beautiful.
Jax stood at the end of the bed, wondering why it had taken them this long to come to their senses. As her hair flamed around her flushed face and her body braced for another electrifying current from the toy, he couldn’t help but stand there in awe.
“I’m mesmerized.”
“Flint said you and Tyler would be surprised.”
“Flint used us, did he?”
She gasped then and grabbed hold of the pulleys, trying to lift her body away from the toy now speeding into action, rubbing against her channel and dancing between her folds. “Oh God! I don’t know how much I can take of this!”
“Relax, Brianna. Enjoy it.” Tyler’s voice was barely audible. Dressed now in pajama pants, he was clearly hard and uncomfortable watching her.
Jax understood well. He’d been one walking hard-on before he’d enjoyed the little vixen.
“We’ll be right back, Brianna,” Jax said, motioning for Flint and Tyler.
Once in the hallway, he said, “I thought we agreed to introduce soft play first.”
“This is soft play as far as I’m concerned.” Like Jax, Flint was never wrong. “And she’s been enjoying herself. Can’t you tell?”
“No, I couldn’t tell. You have a damn blindfold over her eyes.” Jax was a bit miffed over the blindfold. He didn’t want her to feel too vulnerable after everything she’d been through.
“She told me about the motel, Jax. As much as we want to believe she didn’t go there looking for trouble, there was more to the story. She was in fact looking for a man. He didn’t rape her. He went nuts on her at the end, but everything she’s told me so far suggests she wanted the sex, invited it, and had even enjoyed it until he turned into this dark creature.”
“I know. She told me all that, too.”
“So then what’s the problem?” Flint asked.
“There isn’t one.” Jax peered inside her bedroom. “Did she say anything about her room?”
“She loves it.” Flint grinned like a man who’d just won a pot of gold. “Loves it.”
“Do you think she’ll stay?” Jax asked, fearing she might think all of this was too much too soon.
“She cares about us,” Tyler said. “Hell, anyone can tell that by the way she looks at us.”
Flint expression hardened instantly. “Was that Cartwell on the phone?”
“Yes. He’s all set to send his friends here first thing in the morning.”
“Well then, I guess we’d better get busy.” Flint’s eyes danced with pure mischief. “We want her trained by then.”
“You really don’t believe we can fully train her by morning. Do you?” Tyler shook his head. “Kid, you have a lot to learn if you believe that. Domination and submission is an ongoing progressive relationship.”
“I see where Flint is going with this,” Jax said. “She needs to respect us, but she must trust us right now. If the guys from New York stay in East Tennessee, they’ll come looking for her tomorrow and we need to trust her to do what we tell her.”
“She will,” Flint said, probably convinced already that he was the Dom of all Doms.
“Let’s hope,” Jax said, entering her suite and going straight to the bed. “Are you ready for us, Brianna?”
“I’ve been ready since you finished with me in the truck.” She turned her face to his, stretching her neck as if she wanted him to remove the blindfold.
Instead of removing the bandana, he kissed her, drew her hot lips against his, and just indulged in that lust-filled kiss. His crazy head was spinning with ideas, all kinds of delicious punishments, solid rewards. As their kiss became passionate, totally ravenous, he reached down the length of her body and smacked her pussy.
“Holy hell,” Flint said, staring at the space between her legs. “Did you see that?”
Jax felt his upper lip curl as he imagined the flare of her pussy lips, the way her body would’ve naturally enveloped the toy dancing inside her slick channel. “What do you want most, Brianna?”
“You, Jax. I want you, Flint, and Tyler. I need you.”
“Yes,” he whispered, unhooking the first clamp and loving the way she whimpered against his lips as he freed the first nipple.
“Oh God, that hurt.” She collapsed against the pillow and groaned. “Remind me to never ask for those again.”
He caressed her breast with a giving tongue, wetting her nipple with his saliva as his other fingers played with the claw contraption securing the other hard peak. He became famished as he unhooked the clamp and tossed it aside, loving the way she whimpered and moaned again.
“Damn it, Jax! It hurts!”
“And it should,” he smacked her pussy and the thwack resounde
d. He kissed her other freed nipple and dragged his lips back to her mouth, giving her a slow and luxurious kiss, deepening the kiss with a thrusting tongue and a mouth that was already addicted to her taste, to the best of her loving.
Jax backed away from the bed, tempted to remove the blindfold but also content to watch her writhe in pleasure without the knowledge of who was where. Tyler had stood back and observed, but now he was on the bed, going for her left breast and cradling her fullness as if he were more than a little impressed.
He raked his thumb over the hardened point. “Are you sore here?”
“Yes,” she rasped, shivering then.
“Are you cold?” Tyler asked, dragging the pads of his fingers over her nipples.
“Excited.”
“We want you excited,” Tyler said, tilting her chin and kissing her.
He backed away and the little vixen was still searching for his lips. She sighed in resignation when she didn’t receive another kiss. She collapsed on the bed and seemed to await the next act, the next stage of loving.
On his knees then, Flint spread her legs a little further and dropped between her thighs. Studying her pussy as if it must’ve been the first one he’d ever seen, he lowered his head to her clit, sucking the bud until she moaned out in pleasure.
Flint removed the toy and replaced the vibrator with his mouth, greedily feasting on her pussy and slapping her mound when she tried to wiggle one way or another, perhaps force a deeper penetration. “You’ll come when you’re given permission.” He rose up and nodded at the scarves around her ankles. “Untie her. Will you?”
Tyler slipped away from her then and swapped places with Flint. They shot one another a knowing smile and Jax already assumed what Tyler had in store. He was a kinky little bastard, but he’d always reserved some of that special kink just for Brianna.
As soon as her legs were free, Tyler helped her bend her knees. “There you go, sweet sub.”
Goose bumps scattered on her arms and legs. “I love it when you call me your sub.”
“That’s what you are, what you’ll always be,” Tyler said.
Flint went to the head of the bed then, apparently afraid Tyler might push her too far. “If we ever ask you to do something you don’t want to do, use your safe word and we’ll stop. Right in the middle of everything, all activity will come to a halt. Do you understand?”
“Of course,” she whispered, trying to touch him.
He caught her fingers between his lips and sucked them. “You’re so sweet, Brianna.”
“Can my safe word be ‘fuck’?”
“So much for sweet,” Jax said, laughing. “And no. It can’t be ‘fuck’ because we’ll love it when you talk dirty to us.”
“How about ‘vinegar’?”
They swapped glances with one another and they all wrinkled their noses.
“I wish I could see the looks on your faces. That’s the exact look you’ll probably have if I ever use my safe word.” She laughed and her laughter and smile were positively addictive.
“Vinegar it is,” Jax said, releasing her bandana because he couldn’t stand another moment without looking into her eyes.
“I like seeing you,” she whispered, puckering her full lips.
“I like kissing you.” He cupped the back of her head and indulged again, growing harder as she sucked the tip of his tongue and tried to tease him back to her when he pulled away.
Flint untied her arms then and she immediately raked her fingers through Jax’s hair, pulling at the strands gently at first. Then, all at once, she gasped and grabbed hold, pulling the daylights out of Jax’s strands and falling against the pillow exasperated.
“Oh God!” Her mouth fell open. Her eyes widened. And her breasts gained fullness.
“Mmm,” Tyler whispered, lifting his head and winking at her. “You are definitely a virgin there.”
“Is he right?” Jax said, wishing he’d been the first one to rim her, the first one to tap that puckered hole with the tip of his tongue.
Instead, Tyler had first dibs. Knowing Tyler, he wouldn’t move aside anytime soon.
* * * *
She was dying a slow and enjoyable death. They were torturing her. She was certain of it.
Brianna had begged for release, groveled for more fulfillments, asked them to fuck her, and eventually came to another conclusion again.
They wanted her to suffer. They wanted her to beg. They wanted to make sure she understood no one could ever love her as well as they could love her.
She. Was. A. Believer.
Loving them eased her mind, healed any open wounds. This moment was akin to a ritualistic sexual healing, a loving fiasco so perfect she wouldn’t change a single thing.
Jax was between her legs then. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside her rim, fluttering the tip inside her hole until she was exasperated, breathless, and too weak to ask him to take her there.
His long arm slid up her leg and his hand rested on her pussy. When she tried to bear down on his tongue, he slapped her pussy and exquisite sensations rolled over her body, splitting off in a hundred different directions.
“More, Jax,” she whispered, beginning to think they could do this all night.
This time, Flint stepped up to the bed. Already sheathed and oiling his cock until it glistened, he popped her pussy with a firm hand. “Ask again and we’ll make you wait until morning.”
“Trust us,” Tyler said. “Trust us to take you when you’re ready, when you’ll enjoy your orgasms most.”
She wanted to tell them she was prepared already. She longed to scream that she’d been born for this, fated to spend her life with them. She was sure, certain of it.
Brianna was also very aware of the fact that they were playing with her, trying to make her learn but teasing her with their lessons, determined to discipline her for her actions. That’s when it struck her. She was being punished. “You want me to pay for what I did.”
“No,” Jax said, lowering her legs and moving aside for Flint again.
Flint took his new position to the extreme. He hurriedly pushed her legs aside, using his elbows to find a more comfortable place. He didn’t take his own sweet time. He didn’t ease into the act. Instead, he thrust inside her giving her one hell of a tongue fuck and taking her right to the brink before abandoning her.
“Then what do you call this?” she asked, whimpering. Her body was now covered in a thin sheet of perspiration. Her breasts rose and fell. She had been so sure Tyler would let her take that first orgasm, let her ride the hell out of his sultry tongue.
“We wanted to punish you,” Tyler told her, taking a sip of water from the glass on the nightstand. “But we’ve done that.” He tucked his index finger under her chin and held her still as Flint’s head moved rapidly between her legs. “We want you to enjoy us, and only us, if you ever go looking for trouble again—in a club or anywhere else—this is what you’ll face.”
And that was supposed to be a threat? She blinked, trying to figure this all out.
Jax sat beside her, looping his arm over her middle and resting his palm next to her hip. “The difference is we’ll tease and taunt you for hours upon hours and we will not give in. We’ll make you sweat, beg, just grovel, and cry for our touch, for one quick fuck.” His eyes darkened. “But that fuck you’ll need won’t come easily.”
“I understand.” She still wondered if she should later test that. The whole torturous pleasure-pain was a real turn-on.
Flint tucked his hands under her bottom and lifted his face away from her pussy long enough to say, “Are you sure you understand, Brianna?”
“Positive,” she said, rising to her elbows, crossing her fingers her honest answer would earn her a reward.
As if he’d read her mind, he lowered his mouth to her pussy again. This time, his tongue struck out at her channel with deep intrusive strikes, lapping her insides until she was seconds—or fractions of a second—from exploding!
Her body
trembled. Her legs shook. Her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head as Flint ate her out like he had sat down to a delicious meal, served right up and found only between her legs. His tongue traveled. His cheeks rubbed against her thighs. And he gave her that orgasm she’d been dying to take for nearly half the night.
She screamed out in pleasure, fell against her pillow and humped his face, using her heels to push her lower body up and down. He stayed right with her, famished and starved, apparently enjoying her as much as she was enjoying the slip and slide of one heavenly tongue. When it was finally over, she settled down again and collapsed against the mattress.
Flint crawled up the length of her body, already sheathed and ready.
And before she could’ve contemplated what was next, his kiss was her kiss. She took the lead and he immediately followed. He pushed the head of his cock right inside her folds and a carnal moan fell from his lips as he moved aside almost as soon as he finished his first stroke.
Tyler eased closer to the bed, tilted her head to his groin, and offered her his cockhead. She licked the drop of his excitement, giving him her undivided attention, loving the way she sucked the head between her lips and took his hooded firmness to the roof of her mouth.
She was into the motions, loving the look of satisfaction washing across his face, when Jax pulled her away from Tyler and dragged her body over his. “Drape your legs over mine.” His voice was rough, tortured, and raspy as all hell.
Following his instructions, she felt the nudge of his cockhead at her rim, the small of her back feeling pressure as he pressed his thumbs against her skin and pushed her forward, enough to allow her the leeway she needed for mobility.
“Remember, ‘vinegar’ is your safe word,” Flint told her, his nose wrinkling.
She smiled at the expression. Her men were so doggone cute. She curved her arm around the back of her head, reaching for Jax’s nape and holding on as he drove a few inches inside her, stretching her, allowing her the opportunity to accept him naturally.
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