Topping the Domme (Crime and Punishment)

by Trista Ann Michaels

  “Don’t tell Brayden about that, though, or he’ll back out of the threesome he had planned.”

  Her eyes went wide. “What threesome?”

  Delacroix grinned, and Karina swallowed. A threesome with Delacroix? Had Brayden really set that up? Her nipples tingled with the thought. Brayden had commented on doing a threesome their first day there, but she never really expected him to do it. Watching threesomes did turn her on, but could she actually do one? Could she really let go enough to submit not just to one man, but two?

  There were times she only half submitted to Brayden. Yes, she orgasmed, but she always fought him in some form, always held a little of herself back when he would cuddle her after.

  Delacroix watched her closely, then murmured, “This should be interesting.”

  She frowned. “Stop reading my mind.”

  He chuckled. “I can’t stop it, pet. For now, I can read you.”

  “You’re teasing me, right? About the threesome?”

  Delacroix shook his head.

  “When did you talk to Brayden?”

  “When you went to the restroom earlier.”

  Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Brayden strolling toward them. Delacroix stepped away from the bar and moved closer to Karina, essentially trapping her between him and Brayden, making her feel like a rabbit caught between two predators ready to pounce. Karina tried to sidestep, but Brayden grasped her arm, holding her in place.

  “You talked to him and didn’t tell me,” she growled over her shoulder at Brayden.

  “You never came back after you exited the bathroom. If you had, you would’ve been there when I talked to him,” Brayden reasoned.

  He slid the back of his fingers down her arm, making goose bumps rise over her skin. Brayden’s touch never failed to make her insides melt like butter. She glanced over at Delacroix, who watched them with interest and just a hint of lust. He was looking forward to this threesome, and if she was honest with herself, she would realize she was as well.

  With Delacroix around, she wouldn’t be able to keep that from Brayden.

  “I saw a threesome scene earlier and remembered that first night,” Brayden whispered in her ear.

  Karina’s stomach knotted, but not from fear. She’d often fantasized about being sandwiched between two men, but had never gone through with it, even at the club. It would be too difficult to carry out a scene like that with the subs restrained. But she trusted Brayden. She would be safe with him. With Brayden there, she believed she could do it and actually enjoy it.

  Delacroix grasped her hand in his and pulled her across the room. As she walked through the crowd of people, she noticed the envious stares from the other subs and almost grinned. She was going to see firsthand just how Delacroix was with a sub.

  Once they got to the roped off scene area, Delacroix let go of her hand and moved behind her, while Brayden moved to the front. He grasped her chin and forced her gaze up to his. “Don’t get too excited,” he murmured. “This is a one-time thing.”

  Behind her, she felt Delacroix undo her bra. With a gentle touch, he slid his fingers under the straps and slid them slowly down her arms. The weight of her breasts tugged at her shoulders, and she almost hunched forward, but stopped herself. She had nice breasts. She should be proud to show them off.

  She tried to keep her breathing under control as Delacroix dropped her bra to the floor and placed a kiss on her shoulder. Brayden cupped her breasts, pushing them up and squeezing them in his palms. Karina closed her eyes and sighed at the feel of his hands on her.

  “I should shoot you for this,” she mumbled.

  Brayden chuckled and pinched her nipples. The initial bite of pain made her wince, but then something warm flooded her whole body.

  Behind her, Delacroix moved in closer and pinned her wrists at her sides. The heat from his chest seeped into her back, his hard erection pressed against her hip. Karina squirmed slightly, rubbing against him.

  Delacroix let go of one wrist and slapped her ass hard, making her gasp. “No one told you to move,” he murmured in her ear, but Karina didn’t miss the slight hint of amusement in his tone. “I think it’s time to immobilize you.”

  Karina tensed as Delacroix lifted her hands over her head and snapped the soft leather cuffs that hung from a bar in the ceiling around her wrists. The position lifted her to the balls of her feet, not allowing her any room for movement. Her whole body went stiff. She tried to calm herself down, but the inability to move quickly began to spread panic through her chest.

  Delacroix moved in close and pressed his chest against her back. “Breath with me, Karina,” he whispered. “In…out.”

  Karina matched her breaths with his, their chests moving in unison. Even Brayden’s hands stilled on her breasts. She opened her eyes to stare at him and realized he was waiting on her to calm down, to relax. Her heart melted toward him a little more. He was so patient, so wonderful. God, she was so screwed.

  She closed her eyes and let her head drop back against Delacroix’s shoulder. Her fear had dissipated. All she felt now was a growing desire, a need that threatened to burn her alive. Brayden’s hands began to knead her breasts again, and she moaned.

  “Very good, pet,” Delacroix whispered as he lowered his hands along her sides. “Stay with me.”

  He kept his chest against her back, breathing with her as he reached between her legs and cupped her mound through the slit in her pants. Karina sighed as Delacroix’s fingers spread her labia and gently circled her moist opening.

  “Nice and wet,” Delacroix whispered. “Are you relaxed enough to continue, Karina?”

  She nodded.

  “Words, pet.”

  “Yes,” she hissed softly.

  Chapter Twenty

  Karina never imagined how erotic being trapped between two men could be, as Delacroix very slowly lowered her pants and removed her shoes. He placed small nibbling kisses along her ass, the back of her thighs and calves, turning disrobing into a slow seduction that had her panting. Brayden bent and licked his tongue over her nipple. She shuddered from head to toe.

  When he engulfed one between his lips and sucked, she cried out loud at the way the walls of her vagina clenched in need. Delacroix bit her ass, then kissed it before moving to the other hip and repeating the mixture of pain and pleasure. Karina wasn’t sure who to move toward first. Brayden and his wicked lips on her breasts or Delacroix with his on her ass.

  The whole room began to spin, and she closed her eyes, forgetting about the crowd around them, forgetting everything but the feel of their hands on her body.

  She thought this would scare her, but it didn’t. She thought she wouldn’t be able to lose herself to their touch, but she was. In a way, it felt freeing.

  Delacroix moved away, allowing the cool air of the room to hit her back. She shivered and glanced over her shoulder. She spotted him by the small table covered with toys and lube. He grabbed a small dildo and returned to stand behind her.

  “I’m going to stretch you a little, pet. Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes, what, kitten?” Brayden asked.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied without hesitation.

  Delacroix placed a soft kiss on the top of her spine. “Good girl.”

  Brayden lowered his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks, allowing Delacroix to place the head of the toy at her opening. Karina tensed slightly. She’d never had anything there, not even a small toy.

  Delacroix pushed the tip past the tight entrance. Karina hissed at the burning, the stretching of the untouched hole as he pushed it deeper. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t slow either. He forced it inside her, not allowing her a second’s hesitation before filling her deep.

  “Very nice,” he murmured, then gave it a little wiggle before turning it on.

  The vibration sent a zing of pleasure to her womb, making her gasp in surprise at the onslaught of unusual sensations.

  Br
ayden stood before her and cupped her pussy. He watched her face as he slowly, so very slowly, ran his fingers through the cream that coated her from opening to clit. Karina tried to move along with his hand, but Delacroix held her hips still.

  “Brayden,” she sighed.

  “Master,” he countered.

  Karina could only repeat, “Master.”

  It was all she had strength to do. It was the only word she could get out of her mouth past the need that nearly strangled her. Brayden pushed two fingers inside her just as Delacroix slapped a short, leather flogger against her hips. Karina jumped in surprise, then moaned as the pleasure and pain began to mingle in a haze of mind-numbing excitement.

  Brayden timed the thrust of his fingers with the flick of Delacroix’s flogger, making her body ache and burn for more. This was nuts. She’d done this to subs, made them scream and beg. But never once did she imagine this could be done to her. Never once did she imagine she would want it, much less enjoy it.

  Is this what her sex life had been missing? Had watching Brayden with other subs made her instinctively crave it? Was it something she’d wanted all along but had been too afraid to experience?

  She had no idea, and at the moment, wasn’t sure she cared.

  Delacroix slapped her with the leather, up her back, across her hips and the backs of her thighs, then back again. It built in a steady burn from hard to soft, slow to fast. The whole time, Brayden kept his thrust timed to the flogger, thrusting deep every time the leather slapped across her skin—deeper every time Delacroix hit her harder. It was as though they’d been doing it forever, as though they’d worked it out beforehand.

  Karina could feel her release getting closer. Delacroix turned up the vibrator in her ass, and she cried out as her orgasm hung just out of reach. Brayden removed his fingers and circled her clit, teasing her before thrusting deep and hard once more.

  The second his fingers were fully inside her, the palm of his hand pressing enticingly against her throbbing clit, Karina exploded. Delacroix kept slapping her with the flogger, which, in turn, heightened her release, making her whole body shake.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped as the throbs finally began to subside.

  “We’re not done with you yet, kitten,” Brayden whispered against her lips.

  She opened her mouth in invitation. God, she wanted him to kiss her so bad. He pulled away, and Karina groaned in frustration. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard Brayden’s soft chuckle. She’d hurt him later for this. She would. See if she gave him another blowjob.

  “Delacroix is going to enter you first. Then I will,” Brayden whispered in her ear as he slowly stroked her mound. “If it’s too much, you know your safe word.”

  Karina barely heard him through the rush of blood in her ears and the way he moved his fingers from her opening, to circle around her sensitive nub in a slow figure eight. He touched her, yet didn’t…and the teasing sent her body back into a strained state of need.

  Behind her, she felt Delacroix remove the toy, then set the head of his cock at her tight entrance. Brayden grasped the back of her thighs and lifted her legs around his waist, holding her against him while Delacroix slid his massive cock inside her.

  Karina drew in a sharp breath at the bite of pain the stretching caused. He was huge, and so thick, she could hardly breathe. She shook, suddenly frightened. Dropping her head back, she stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling. Delacroix pressed fully inside her, then froze.

  “Karina,” he murmured in her ear. “Stay with us. Relax.”

  Karina closed her eyes and concentrated on the rapid beat of Delacroix’s heart against her back. His heat seeped into her skin, warming her, relaxing her. Slowly, the pain subsided, leaving behind a pleasurable ache that made her womb clench.

  “That’s it,” Delacroix whispered and kissed her temple. “You have such a nice ass, Karina. So tight and hot.”

  He began to move, slowly at first, letting her become accustomed to him. The ridges of the condom he’d covered himself with, rubbed along her channel, adding another layer of sensation that sent shivers up her back.

  “Look at me, kitten,” Brayden commanded.

  She lifted her head, meeting Brayden’s stare just before he covered her mouth with his. Karina moaned loudly, not caring who heard her, not caring that he would know how much she’d wanted that. His lips felt so good against hers, his tongue wicked as he slipped it into her mouth to stroke hers.

  Brayden quickly slipped his hand between them and sheathed himself with a condom, before setting the head of his cock at her entrance. Karina dug her nails into her palms, desperate for him to be inside her but at the same time a little anxious. Delacroix was huge and so was Brayden. The two of them together would be…

  Brayden thrust inside her without warning, sending her jerking back against Delacroix with a shout of pleasure-pain. She wasn’t sure at first if it hurt, or if it felt good. The stretching, the fullness of both massive cocks moving inside her, made her head spin like a wobbling top.

  They moved together, each pressing deep, filling her so full she could hardly think. She could only feel, and everything she felt sent her closer to careening off the edge of rapture. The other orgasm was incredible. This one would be mind blowing.

  She could feel it building, getting stronger as it tightened her womb. Every muscle in her body tensed and shook. Her thighs gripped Brayden’s hips, trying to force him deeper.

  Brayden’s fingers dug into her thighs, while Delacroix’s moved to her breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, and the bite of pain was the final straw. Karina exploded in a blinding pleasure she never imagined existed. Every part of her seemed to expand outward, then throb in time with her heartbeat. She screamed as everything in the room went white, leaving her with nothing but an overabundance of sensation.

  Vaguely, she felt Brayden and Delacoix stiffen. She knew instinctively they’d come, but couldn’t garner the energy to do anything but sag between them. Her mind felt fuzzy and lost, her body weak and shaking.

  Delacroix frowned as his pleasure was suddenly bombarded with feelings of anger and hatred. He shook his head, then glanced at Brayden. It wasn’t him. Where was it coming from?

  He tried to push the thoughts out of his head, but they wouldn’t budge. If anything, they became stronger the more he tried to push them away. He focused his attention on Karina, who still hung between him and Brayden.

  “She hit sub-space,” Delacroix whispered.

  Brayden nodded.

  Delacroix pulled from Karina’s ass and tossed the condom into the small trashcan every scene area had. He then held Karina while Brayden removed his condom and reached up to loosen the cuffs holding Karina’s wrists.

  Her arms fell lifeless to her sides. Her legs were too weak to hold her up, so she sagged backward into Delacroix’s chest. While he held her, Brayden took a moment to rub the blood back into her arms. As he did, Karina never moved. Delacroix would’ve enjoyed the moment, holding the pretty submissive, but all he could think about was the anger radiating around him.

  What the hell was he feeling? He tried to look over Karina’s head for some clue, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Why would he feel emotion, but not be able to pinpoint it?

  His stomach tightened with anxiety. He’d done this once before. Was the killer here now? Was he watching them? Was he angry because he recognized Karina?

  He should say something to Brayden, but not right now. Karina would hear him, and he didn’t want her to know yet. Not until he knew for sure.

  “Delacroix?” Brayden asked.

  Delacroix turned his attention from the surrounding crowd and looked at Brayden. “If you’ll take her, I’ll get you a blanket.”

  Brayden nodded, but the frown on his face didn’t fade. Delacroix tried to hide his worry, but sometimes emotions hit him so hard, they left him unable to cover up his reactions to them. This was one of those times. The anger he felt running through him was almost p
alpable.

  Brayden took Karina into his arms and headed over to a quiet corner. Delacroix fixed his pants and motioned for a member of the tuxedoed guards.

  “Grab Master Brayden a blanket and a couple of drinks,” Delacroix commanded.

  The guard nodded and headed off to do his bidding. In the meantime, Delacroix wanted to take a stroll around the club and see if he could pinpoint where the negative emotion was coming from.

  Brayden carried a limp Karina to a small sitting area in the corner. His own legs wobbled a little as he turned and dropped into the overstuffed chair, settling Karina on his lap.

  Her arms were pinned between them, her head on his shoulder, her soft breath against his neck. He glanced down and studied her lashes as they lay across her fair cheeks. She looked so peaceful right now, so worry free. He wished he could keep that look on her face.

  He was falling for her and didn’t know how to stop it. He tried to treat her like any sub. She’d shown an interest in a threesome, so, being a good Dom, he’d made it happen. But it would be the last one, if he had anything to say about it. It had been hard to fight the feelings of possessiveness that had gripped him at the sight of Delacroix touching her.

  It was then he’d realized just how much he’d come to care for the stubborn agent.

  He dropped his head back against the chair and tightened his arms around the sleeping bundle in his arms. “I’m so screwed.”

  He stepped outside and drew in a deep breath of cool night air. He needed to calm down. He still couldn’t believe she was here—the one woman who got away. Years he’d spent looking for her only to come up empty.

  But the gods had favored him by dropping her right back into his lap. His pretty little Goth angel. Gone was the black hair and nail polish, but he’d recognize that face anywhere.

  He liked the new strawberry blonde. It suited her and matched what had covered her pussy all those years ago. Soon she would be his again, and he’d finally get to finish what he started.