by Cadence Vonn
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Who Knew…It Takes Two!
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Dedication
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Who Knew…It Takes Two!
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Who Knew…It Takes Two!
by
Cadence Vonn
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Who Knew…It Takes Two!
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First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2019
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2656-6
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Dedication
To my readers. Thank you for reading my books!
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Cadence Vonn
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“…All the interesting secondary characters gave me a myriad of emotions, from anger to love to disbelief. I never thought about stopping until I finished the book…Got to tell you, I am going to have a book hangover over this one.”
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Who Knew…It Takes Two!
Sybil Winthrop sat between Brad and Archer. It was blatantly clear there was more to this good friends getting together that Archer failed to explain. When they had sex the other night, he mentioned camping as if it were something she might enjoy. Meet his friends and network, he’d said. However, it appeared his idea of networking, and hers, were worlds apart.
After losing her job because of him, he wanted to help her find a new position—outside her father’s company. In the way of an apology for telling her dad that the two of them were dating, he would help her get free of the angry overbearing man who had her life path worked out. Under the man’s thumb, her future husband would be the vice president groomed to take over the company. If anyone could help her, it’d be her lover, Archer Harrington, an entrepreneur with thousands of connections, some of which he’d made besting her father in the world of business.
Two more of the other couples, whom she met earlier in the evening, already had wandered away from the campfire and left with different people than they came with. Across from the fire, a woman named Stacy was cradled in Peter’s lap. He fondled her breast while her boyfriend looked on with a lustful grin.
“Archer tells me you’re looking for a job. A lawyer, right?” Brad brushed back her hair, teasing the delicate skin along the curve of her ear.
“Right.” Everyone else was coupling off, and Brad chose this time to be discussing her employment.
“My mother, Rose Peel, owns LaRosa Cosmetics. She’s in need of a lawyer. She prefers a woman. If you’re interested, I’ll pass her your resume.” He tickled her arm, and goose bumps danced over her skin.
LaRosa was the fastest growing female-owned company in the country. In a place like that, her father would have no pull. Earlier, when introduced to Brad, she hadn’t connected his last name and the make-up maven’s name together. Working for Ms. Peel would be a dream job.
“I’d appreciate that. Do you work for your mother?”
“Hell no. As much as I love women, being surrounded by them for sixty hours a week would get overwhelming. All that estrogen.” He shuddered.
Archer laughed. “He loves to fuck a woman, but not work with one.” He leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “The job sounds like a nice place for revenge if you ask me. Your father won’t have any control of your future.”
“What will it cost me?” She looked between the two men. She and Archer had been dating for six months and occasionally joked about a threesome. It’d been a silly fantasy she shared with him during one of their truth or dare games. The sex afterward had been mind-blowing. Could he be suggesting the real thing? Or pimping her to Brad? If the latter, she’d be gone in a flash.
“Absolutely nothing.”
Sybil snorted. “If you haven’t noticed, everyone else is engaged in some form of erotic activity. You two are here calmly discussing my working future. There’s a connection.” She arched her brow.
“You’re right, Arch. Just listening to her makes me hard.” Brad moved off the camping chair and knelt in front of her. He spread her jeans-clad legs so he could get closer. “Use me. I’m kneeling at your feet, waiting for your orders.”
Surreal came to mind. “This is some kind of joke.” She looked between Brad and Archer. The man between her legs looked eager. Almost willing to beg. She squirmed on her chair. Damn, did she want her fantasy to come true? The dampness between her legs screamed yes.
Archer leaned a little closer. “I know how much you love control. Here’s your chance. Brad loves to please a woman. He’s yours to command. Isn’t that something you’d enjoy?”
She swallowed. Brad was good-looking. Broad shoulders, blond to Archer’s black hair. “Did you bring me here for Brad?” she asked Archer.
His sly grin broadened. “Sort of.” He cleared his throat. A slight hint of color accentuated his stubble-defined jaw line. “I brought you here because I thought you’d find it a challenge to please two men. You know my style. Brad will add a slightly different twist to the night by pleasing you while you please me.” His arrogant shrug was highlighted with his wicked smile. He was using her fantasy to orchestrate the weekend. Chills of excitement tickled her spine.
“A threesome.” The pitch of her voice jumped higher and filled the area, but there was no one else to hear her astounded cry.
“More like a ménage a trois. Sounds romantic. Don’t you think?”
Her nostrils flared, and she choked on the deep breath. To her, the vision of a threesome didn’t fit the romantic mold. More wicked and naughty, fulfilling dark secret cravings. She couldn’t deny the way her stomach clenched at the thought. Holy fuck. Did he really just suggest this? Would she have ventured out of her apartment if he’d told her the type of weekend planned? Ecstatic squeals floated over the cool air from the closest cabin. Two men and one woman had entered, and she sounded like she was having a good time.
“Do you want to peek in the window?” Archer whispered. “They left the curtains open.” He took her hand, and like a robot, she followed him away from the firelight past the edge of darkness. “Take a look. They won’t mind.”
He moved her in front of his body and pressed her against the building. Her gaze landed on Ginger, stretched out on the bed, naked. A red satin blindfold covered her eyes. Sybil wondered if the woman missed something by not seeing Fletcher and Roland’s Adonis-like bodies. They were certainly aroused.
Roland tied her hands to the headboard while Fletcher tied each ankle to the corner posts. Spread wide, and at their mercy, she wiggled and panted. Sybil froze when Roland retrieved a flogger out of his suitcase. No fucking way. Her eyes widened as the first swat hit across Ginger’s breasts. But instead of crying out in pain, the woman panted and begged for more.
“I bet you never expecte
d to be turned on like this.” Archer slipped his hand inside her jeans and settled his finger over her clit. “Enjoy the show.” He mouthed against her ear.
Her knuckles whitened on the windowsill as he stroked over her throbbing nerves. The men inside worked over the woman. Her breasts, between her legs, taking her to the edge and then denying her the release she cried out for. Over and over, they kissed, sucked, and whipped. Her erotic screams filled the night before both men found their release in her body.
Sybil’s lungs burned from holding her breath. She inhaled the crisp air, cooling the heat climbing her body. It wouldn’t take much for Archer to finish her off, but his fingers had stopped moving. It’d been more erotic than any fantasy she’d ever envisioned. The idea it could be her between Archer and Brad tightened her gut. Fucked by two men? Hell yes, she wanted it bad.
“I think I have you right where I want you.” Archer picked her up and carried her off to their cabin. Brad jogged ahead to hold the door and lock it behind them. “Brad, I think Sybil wants to be stripped. Clothes are so constricting.”
Archer planted her on the floor in front of the bed.
Brad approached, and she raised her arms, giving her consent. With strong hands, he yanked her sweater up over her head and tossed it over a chair. He didn’t hesitate to remove her bra and lavish her breasts with his tongue.
Her nipples hardened, but she needed to gain control before the men ran the show. She grabbed his hair and lifted his head until his lips were mere inches from hers. “I thought I was giving orders,” she choked out as she held Brad’s surprised gaze.
“Only to Brad.” Archer moved closer, and Brad slipped around her body when she released his hair. “He’ll pleasure you in any way you might imagine. I, on the other hand, will watch until you cry out my name and beg me to fuck you.”
Sybil squelched her shiver.
“Did you enjoy any part of the show next door?” Archer dragged his finger over her lips while Brad stood behind her and held her wrists against her lower back. “This is your opportunity to go beyond what you and I have done in the past. I’m fulfilling your fantasy.”
“I can ask for anything?” She gazed at him from under her lashes, not giving away her devilish thoughts about punishing his lack of communication.
“Anything.”
“I want Brad to tie you naked to that chair.” She pointed her head toward the wooden chair in the corner. “Your arms behind your back. Your ankles tied to the front legs.”
Archer’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned down until they were nose to nose. “It will happen. But I’ll take my turn with you.”
“Bring it on.” She licked her lips and sent him an air kiss, ramping up the sexual tension between them.
Brad released her wrists and trotted over to the dresser. He retrieved pieces of silk rope, she was sure were meant for her. Archer yanked off his clothes. He might appear furious, but when his pants hit the floor, he couldn’t hide his arousal.
“Place the chair here.” She pointed to a spot at the foot of the bed. Brad did her bidding, a hungry energy spurring him to move quicker.
“Sit,” she ordered Archer. He plopped down, a deep male growl emanating from his chest when Brad tied his arms behind his back. He hissed when his ankles were secure, and she sashayed up to him. “I like you like this. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than having you at my mercy. Red is the safeword.”
“Sweetheart, anything to please you now. I’ll extract my satisfaction when I’m freed.”
She leaned in and captured his mouth. Her tongue found entrance and made him surrender to her invasion. He tasted like beer and chocolate. Like a siren sucking the life out of a captive, she lifted her head. “The show’s about to start. Sit back and enjoy.”
She caressed up over her breasts as she stood straight and stepped back from his heat.
He licked his lips. What she’d give for that tongue to sink between her legs at this moment. But he needed to suffer for not being honest about the weekend.
“Brad, strip,” she ordered as she wiggled out of the rest of her clothes. She made her way to the light switch and clicked it off. The fireplace fire brightened the room to a sensuous glow, the bed a kaleidoscope of gold and red light.
Sybil admired Brad’s body and the fine blond hair that trailed down his chest, deepened in color from the flickering flames. He was well endowed, maybe even larger than Archer if that were possible. Archer grumbled. To frustrate him more, she brushed her fingers over Brad’s cock then licked the moisture off her fingertips with a hungry moan.
“What’s your forte? What kink do you enjoy doing that women crave?” she asked as she teased his chest hair.
“Some women love the way I take them on a journey toward the ultimate pleasure using pain to enhance their orgasms.”
“And your weapon of choice?”
“Whips, canes, crops, and if I have to improvise, my hand.”
“Tonight, looks like we’ll have to improvise.” She tried to keep out the hitch in her voice so she wouldn’t give away the fact this would be a first for her.
“There’s a crop in my bag.” Archer offered with a smug look. “I remembered you like to ride. I thought you’d have used one before.”
All the air left Sybil’s lungs as if the fire replaced the oxygen in her body with flames. Her darkest, dirtiest secret had been the wish that her riding instructor had used a crop on her ass when he reprimanded her after one of her lessons. “Brad, retrieve it.”
He came back with a sleek black and red rod. The rounded end was polished wood. Intricate braided leather crisscrossed down over the dowel until it ended in a wide swatch of red leather, the shape of a tongue. It was more suggestive than useful. Or was that her mind traveling to the gutter with lascivious thoughts about where she’d like the handle to go?
“There’s more silk rope in the drawer. I’d gladly secure you to the bedpost,” Brad offered when she stared at him slapping the leather against his palm. He gave a quick flick against her nipple, and she fisted her hands so she wouldn’t cry out her pleasure. She studied the large square post for a second and nodded.
He pulled her arms over her head and pressed her back to the cool wood. “As with Archer, red will be your safeword.”
Brad stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. “What do you think, Arch? Did I win the lottery tonight?”
Archer grunted. “Bastard.” He scowled at his friend’s laugh.
“Baby, are you ready for a night you’ll never forget?” Brad asked her.
“You talk too much.” She danced on her tiptoes, her body stretched to its ultimate length.
Whack. The zing of electricity coursed through her body as the red leather smacked her left nipple. Her head fell back, and she panted to gain control over her tingling nerves. Another hit followed the first, slightly lower, catching the tender flesh under her breast. She whimpered.
“I’ll continue unless you say red,” Brad announced.
She bit her lip and nodded. Her whole body shook with each swat. Ten or more reddened the area around the nipple. The moment he slathered his warm tongue over the surface, she convulsed in her first orgasm. A searing gut-wrenching ache burned her core.
“Oh, baby, that’s one.” Archer growled. “Let’s see how you feel after the fourth or fifth.”
Brad added a hedonistic laugh. Her right breast took the next focus of pain. Although she no longer thought of it as pain, more like shocks of energy with a direct current to her clit. She got lost in her climb to the next orgasmic edge, but this time he denied her a release. Instead, he flipped her around and began a systematic dance over her ass cheeks.
“Oh, fuck, please.” She moaned.
“Please what, baby?” Archer asked. “Just give the command.”
“I need to come,” she begged.
“Brad, you heard the lady.”
The slaps with the crop ended, and in the next breath, Brad forced his feet between hers and spread her legs
. His fingers parted her engorged flesh. He ground the smooth handle against her clit as his fingers tormented her dark hole. Her scream echoed around the room. He imprisoned her between his body and the bedpost and worked his fingers over every fiery nerve as he teased her ass. She attempted to squeeze her legs together, the sensation of aftershocks throbbing around his invading fingers. Lost in a sea of emotions, she cried, “Red.”
Brad released her arms and caught her against his body. His male scent, mixed with the earthiness of outdoors, teased her senses.
“Are there condoms in this room?” she choked out.
“Of course,” both men responded.
“Put two on the bed,” she demanded with a slightly stronger voice. Brad rested her back against the post and did as she asked. “You,” she pointed at Brad. “Lie on the bed.” He followed her command, and a wolfish grin grew across his face.
She grabbed one of the condoms and ripped it open. But instead of crawling up on the bed, she approached Archer. Without saying a word, she sheathed his cock. Brad released a frustrated groan but didn’t move.
Sybil straddled Archer’s lap and placed her feet on the side rungs of the chair. She took hold of the hair at the back of his head and gave it a yank until his head tipped back and they were eye to eye.
“I’m going to enjoy using you.” She licked over his lips. “I might even let you come.”
She positioned her hips at the correct angle and gyrated them as she lowered on his cock.
“Oh God, yes,” she mouthed. Her teeth tormented her lower lip as she moved until she ground her ass against his thighs.
“You’re so fucking naughty.” He bit at her breast. She squeezed her muscles, and he groaned an animalistic curse.
“Brad is watching us. When I move, he has an excellent view of your dick sinking deep. Tell him how it feels.”
“Fucking hot. Tight pussy muscles trying to pump me dry.” His words incited her to move faster.
“You don’t deserve this, but I’m going to let you come.” She pounded harder, and he bucked under the onslaught of her assault. Her fingers found his nipple, and she twisted as another orgasm burst across her body in a heated vortex. She screamed, and he released a cry of pleasure as he pulsed inside her.
