by Mari Carr
Mateo sucked in a loud breath that he expelled as she finished her first two strokes.
She used just her hand at first, loving the chance to look up at Mateo’s face, to see the pleasure there, to hear his low moans. When he drew his fingers through her hair, gripping it to pull her mouth closer, she resisted.
He looked down, his gaze curious, then determined.
Mateo pulled harder. Cecilia’s pussy clenched at the strength, the force. She loved the slight sting in her scalp and the power of his unspoken demand.
At first, their dominance in the bedroom unnerved her, but there was something about the image of that whip, the way Dimitri talked of delicious punishment, and Mateo’s hands in her hair that had her longing to do something completely out of character.
Submit.
This time, Cecilia responded to Mateo’s desires, parting her lips and sucking the head of his cock into her mouth.
Mateo hissed when she used her teeth to tease him, clenching down until she knew she’d skirted the line between play and pain.
His fingers tightened and he tugged her mouth off of him, tilting her face upwards.
“Bad girl,” he said in a dark, sexy voice.
This wasn’t turning out according to her plan. Cecilia had decided to push Mateo right to the edge of his climax before pulling away. She’d intended to ask Dimitri to hold their lover’s hands behind his back the way they’d done with her, to keep him from finding pleasure on his own.
Withholding his climax, keeping him on edge for hours, had seemed like a suitable punishment before Mateo had taken the reins away from her. Now it was she who was hurting, impatient and ready to do whatever it took to get him inside her.
Before she could act on her own desires, Dimitri reached beneath her arms and pulled her from the floor.
“As much as I love seeing your mouth on our lover, Cece, I think he likes it too much. Perhaps it would be better to save that for another time.”
Mateo’s gaze darkened. “Dimitri.” His tone was laced with warning. Mateo had wanted the blow job. Badly.
“Lay in the center of the bed,” Dimitri said.
This time Mateo did hesitate. It appeared his guilt wasn’t enough to counteract the dominant man struggling to take control.
“Now,” Dimitri added, when Mateo didn’t respond.
Funny how that single word pushed Mateo over the edge.
The wrong edge.
Mateo crossed his arms, his stance one of outright defiance, which was an amazing feat considering he was completely nude and sporting an impressive erection. “I don’t take orders in the bedroom, Dimitri.”
Dimitri didn’t move, didn’t respond with words, but Cecilia felt the tension between her lovers hovering, thick in the air, and she suddenly understood. Dimitri had been hurt by their discovery.
Like her, he was angry to have been deceived by someone they’d started to feel a genuine connection with.
No, it was more than that. Cecilia had begun to care for Mateo, had opened her heart and mind to the idea that they’d be spending a lifetime together.
Until that moment, she’d questioned Dimitri’s feelings. Not anymore.
“I will,” she said softly, a sudden wave of desperation washing through her. If their time was limited, she would be selfish. She would take everything she wanted from them and live with the heartache. Better that, than suffer regret over wasting even a few precious days with them.
“Cecilia,” Mateo whispered.
“Cece,” she corrected. “To you, to Dimitri, I’m Cece. And I’m yours. Whether for the rest of our lives or only for a few more days, I am yours.”
Dimitri reached for her, gripping her hair in his hand, ponytail style, before tugging it, turning her face toward him.
His strong pull had the desired effect and a softly whispered “yes” escaped as her eyes drifted shut. The intensity, the pain, sent electric currents shimmering along her skin, down to her pussy.
Her nipples budded tightly and she suffered a need so powerful it hurt.
Dimitri didn’t slacken his hold. Instead, he used it to pull her toward him, not stopping until her breasts brushed against his chest and she was forced to open her eyes, finding he’d bent slightly, their lips mere inches apart.
She tried to move closer, intent on kissing him, but Dimitri held her away.
“Look at me,” he demanded, when her eyelids began to slide shut again. They flew open at his command.
“Only in the bedroom.”
She frowned, confused. “What?”
“I accept the gift of your submission, but I only want it in the bedroom. Away from here, I want your sass, your intelligence, your take-charge-and-no-prisoners attitude. Do you understand?”
She grinned and rolled her eyes at him. “Dim, you were always only getting this woman in bed. If you think for one second I’d let you or Mateo boss me around—”
Dimitri kissed her into silence, robbing her of the opportunity to finish setting him straight.
When he released her, he relinquished his grip on her hair as well and stepped away, looking at Mateo.
She turned to face him. While he shared that same undeniable need to be in power, Mateo wielded feathers, rather than whips. He cupped her face between his large hands, a sexy, endearing grin emerging even as his eyes bespoke wonder.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“You’re right. You don’t. But in all fairness, neither of you do.” She let the tease land before laughing lightly.
“Careful, koxaha. I’m itching to punish someone for tonight’s revelations. If it cannot be Mateo…”
“Punish how?” she whispered, perfectly aware the breathlessness of her question revealed her desire, rather than fear.
“Take off her clothing, Mateo. Undress our wi—woman.”
Dimitri’s quick correction wasn’t lost on any of them. If they succeeded in their investigation, there was a good chance Cecilia would never be their wife. She felt the loss of it profoundly.
Mateo unbuttoned her blouse, taking his time, stroking each uncovered bit of skin with his hands or his tongue. Dimitri stood next to them, still as stone, watching the unveiling…and the adoration Mateo lavished on her.
Hours could have passed, for all Cecilia knew or cared, by the time Mateo had her completely naked. Her skin was flushed, her body feverish, and every intelligent thought she might have managed fled. She was a vessel for pleasure—hers and theirs—nothing more.
It didn’t need to be more because what she felt in that moment was everything.
Mateo kissed her one last time, then stepped aside, both men flanking her, clearing her path to the bed.
“Lay down, sweet Cece,” Dimitri crooned. “On your hands and knees. Let’s see how sincere your offer to submit to us truly is.”
She didn’t move. Rather, her gaze shifted to where the wicked-looking whip rested in the corner of the room. She recalled the loud cracking sound Dimitri had produced with it in the tack room, the expert way he’d handled it.
Dimitri reached for her earlobe, tugging it in a playful way that felt too silly for the serious man. “Not the whip. Never the whip. I can read your expressions, can recognize the difference between fear and desire. You do not have to be afraid of me.”
“Or me,” Mateo added.
She knew that. Had known it without needing the reassurance.
It was then she had to admit her hesitance was based on something more. “I don’t know how to…”
Dimitri grinned, and even though she hadn’t voiced her concern aloud, he knew what was truly bothering her. “Submission will be hard for you. I doubt you’ll be able to shut that beautiful mind of yours down enough to fully master it. It means Mateo and I will have our work cut out for us. Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Before she could move into position, Mateo climbed on the bed, lying on his back. “Come. Over me.”
Having him below her made it easier for her to obey. Dim
itri was right. She would be a challenge. And the clever man was wise to tell her so because it made her sound powerful in her own right, not passive or weak.
She climbed over Mateo, placing her hands by his shoulders, her knees resting next to his hips. His erection was too tempting, so she started to lower herself onto him.
Mateo’s grip was unrelenting as he held her away, shaking his head. “Do only as you’re told.”
“You know you want what I’m offering as much as I do,” her voice sultry, seductive.
A loud slap punctuated by a serious sting assaulted her bare ass.
“Cazzo!” She glared at Dimitri over her shoulder.
“Not yet, koxaha, but soon.”
That was the second time today Dimitri had known the meaning of her Italian, and while it probably wasn’t difficult to figure out what she was saying when put into context, something told her he had more than a passing knowledge of the language. Tomorrow she would ask for more specifics regarding his so-called government job.
Dimitri spanked her again, three quick slaps that weren’t as hard as the first, but when put together in quick, successive motion added to the soreness in her ass. “You’re thinking too much,” he warned.
Cecilia tried to move away, but Mateo’s grip on her waist was unyielding.
“I changed my m—oh!”
Her words were abruptly cut off when Dimitri followed up his spanking with something much more to her liking. The tip of his index finger stroked her clit, rubbing it in that lovely way that never failed to make her body hum.
She stopped resisting, arching her back to invite more.
Dimitri ignored her desire and added half a dozen more spanks to her already tender ass.
“So warm,” Dimitri said, following the spanking with a gentle caress that left her panting, the warring sensations of pain and pleasure putting her in an unfamiliar idyllic state, one where she was mindless, powerless, yet peaceful.
Dimitri’s hand vanished, but she didn’t have time to wonder where he’d gone because Mateo took over the sensual torture, grasping her breasts, squeezing the flesh.
Using his fingers, he pinched her nipples, increasing the pressure until she cried out. Then he kissed away the hurt before teasing the sensitive tips with his tongue. She sighed, but the feeling was short-lived once again when Mateo brought his teeth into the play. The soft strokes of his tongue turned to a bite, as he constantly turned his head left to right and back again, giving both of her breasts the same study in contrasting sensations.
It was brutal. It was bliss.
Once again, she tried to lower herself on Mateo, her pussy agonizingly empty. This time, it was Dimitri who stopped her. The mattress sank under his weight as she turned to look at him. While Mateo distracted her, Dimitri had undressed.
More than that, he held something in his hands.
“Where did you get that?” she asked.
Dimitri gave her a sexy grin. “The pharmacy in Douglas. When we stopped for motion-sickness medicine.”
He uncapped the tube of lubrication. His position next to her lifted ass indicated his intentions well enough. She shivered before the first touch of cold lube hit her anus.
Dimitri slowly rubbed it around just the rim, teasing her. Cecilia’s head dropped as she tried to still her breathing.
Mateo ran a hand through her hair, tugging until her eyes met his.
“You know what we want?”
She nodded.
“You know you can refuse?”
Cecilia considered that. She’d never taken a man into her ass. Her experience with anal play consisted of the fingers of a previous lover and a small butt plug she’d bought for herself on a whim, but had enjoyed.
Neither man moved until she nodded again. “I know I can. But I won’t.”
Dimitri remained silent as he pressed the tip of the tube to her back hole and squeezed a generous amount of the cold lube inside. He followed that up with his finger, sliding it in slowly. Just one finger and she already felt full, stretched. How would she be able to accept his hard cock? Neither Dimitri nor Mateo were small men…anywhere.
He added a second finger, and she hissed at the initial sharp prick. Dimitri didn’t stop, but he also didn’t rush. He gave her time to accept his invasion in incremental degrees, somehow seeming to know when she’d acclimated to it.
The third finger robbed her of breath entirely. Mateo tightened his grip in her hair—she’d forgotten he was still holding it—and it distracted her briefly. He pulled her face down to his, kissing her passionately, deeply.
By the time the two of them came up for air, Dimitri had buried three fingers deep in her ass, stroking them slowly in and out in the same way he’d fuck her with his cock.
Any semblance of pain was gone, replaced with a primal need that had her ready to claw them to pieces if they didn’t take her now.
Mateo had the benefit of seeing her face, so he recognized the change.
“Now, mi cielito,” he murmured softly. “Lower yourself onto me. Take me inside you.”
Dimitri didn’t remove his fingers as Cecilia obeyed Mateo’s gentle demand. She would take the time to analyze what was happening to her later. Right now, she couldn’t put words to the feelings—physically or emotionally.
That was surprising by itself, but the true shock of it lay in the fact she didn’t care.
“I’m yours,” she whispered, once she’d taken Mateo in fully.
She saw the sadness in his eyes even as he smiled at her words.
He’s leaving us.
The thought came in, unbidden, unwanted. She’d managed to forget that for several blissful minutes, but now it was back.
It vanished when Mateo said, “And I’m yours, Cece.”
If it was a lie, she’d take it, and gladly.
Dimitri’s fingers slid away and the shifting of the mattress told her he’d moved directly behind her. The front of his thighs brushed the back of hers, and then she felt his knuckles against her still tender bottom as he directed the head of his cock toward her ass.
She wasn’t aware she was holding her breath until Mateo whispered, “Breathe.”
Dimitri had prepared her well. At some point, he coated his cock with the lube and, while there was no denying the pinch as he pressed in, there was no pain.
Mateo held still until Dimitri was completely inside her.
Two men. Two lovers.
Cecilia had considered herself an experienced woman until that moment. Now she couldn’t imagine a life without these two men in her bed, taking her like this, night after night.
She was surrounded, possessed, claimed.
And she never wanted to be free again.
Somehow, Mateo and Dimitri knew exactly what to do, moving in tandem with a rhythm that felt natural, practiced. While her lovers found it difficult to form a bond away from the bedroom, there was no denying they’d found their common ground here.
She gasped when they increased the speed. Whatever grip the two of them had held on their control appeared to have slipped.
Thank God.
She urged them on, begging for them to take her harder, faster. They granted her every wish, every command, and suddenly she understood there was no dominance, no submission here.
Only pleasure and desire and…
Love.
Cecilia went over twice, coming with loud cries, but they didn’t follow, didn’t give up this heaven they’d created together.
Suddenly, it felt as if she’d left her body, as if she were floating above them. In a lucid moment, she would also try to analyze that.
Right now…
Cecilia came again, and this time they were with her. Mateo grunted as he pressed in deep one last time, calling her mi cielito, mi alma, and then…mi vida.
His heaven, his soul.
His life.
Dimitri was only a dozen heartbeats behind them, and his climax appeared just as powerful, as overwhelming.
H
is hands tightened on her hips as he jerked inside roughly, filling her.
“Cece… My Cece.”
It was all he seemed capable of saying. It was enough when coupled with the soft kisses he pressed against the back of her head, the slow, gentle way he withdrew, as if now she were suddenly made of glass.
They shifted on the mattress, Dimitri taking her left, Mateo her right. Each of them grasped the hand nearest them as they lay on their backs, panting for air, grinning like lovesick fools.
There were so many similarities between her lovers when they were here, like this.
She prayed that someday soon this camaraderie, this ability to work together would follow them into the daylight, into the investigation. They were good together. Cecilia knew they could discover the traitor if they would put aside their distrust and their secrets.
Discover the traitor.
To do so would spell the end of this.
Of them.
12
Mateo slipped from the bedroom silently, leaving Dimitri and Cecilia naked and wrapped in each other’s arms.
He needed a few moments away from them to sort out the million different emotions pummeling him. He was being torn in half as he acknowledged his deepest desires ran in opposite directions.
Four days ago, he wanted nothing more than to root out the traitor in his guard and resume his position, finishing his career as he’d always intended.
Tonight, a bigger, more powerful desire overshadowed that dream.
Cecilia’s sweet offer of submission had taken his breath away. The trust she’d bestowed on him, even after discovering his deceit, was more than he deserved.
Yet he wanted to be a man worthy of her love.
And Dimitri’s.
That feeling was the harder one to sort out. His instincts told him Dimitri was holding something back, and he knew—knew—that the man didn’t truly trust him.
But when they were in the bedroom together, he felt a kinship with the other man like nothing he’d ever felt before. Like they were cut of the same cloth, two soldiers fighting for the same cause. If only Mateo could figure out what that cause was. And why they couldn’t maintain that same closeness when they weren’t in bed.
