Authors: Mari Carr
Temptation was rife in her expression. “You might be surprised how many fantasies I’ve had about this. I’m not sure we could scratch the surface in one night.”
Justin was thrilled by her bravery, her spunk. She’d been tossed off-balance by the newness of the club, their touches, their unusual request, but the real Bella was finally starting to reappear. “I like the sound of that. I don’t see anything wrong with taking as much time as we need.”
“Oh, no.” Bella shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said that. The truth is I’m not sure even one night is a good idea, but my brain sort of deserted me at the front door. I want what you’re suggesting.”
Justin’s cock twitched, thickened. Christ. How would he be able to control his baser desires enough to be gentle with her? “I’m only going to ask this one time, Bells. Are you sure you want to do this? Because you have to understand, we don’t take turns, hopping in and out of the bed. We’ll both be there with you…the whole time. Mostly at the same time.”
Her expression was clear of doubt, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “If you think that’s going to scare me away, it’s not. I’ve never been surer of anything. But no more than this one night. A whole evening of the wickedest fantasies the French Quarter has ever seen. Then tomorrow, we walk away. No strings attached.”
“No.” Ned started to argue, but Bella held her hand up to stop him.
“Please. Just give me tonight. And then it goes in the vault. We take a vow of silence and come Monday, it’ll be business as usual. Okay? It’s the only way I’ll agree to this.”
Ned scowled and Justin found it difficult to lie. This wasn’t going to end tonight.
Their silence must have drifted on too long because Bella started to stand. “Maybe I should leave. Go home now.”
Damn woman had them over a barrel.
“Fine,” Justin blurted. “One night. Every fantasy we can squeeze in. But we’re reserving the right to try to change your mind.”
She laughed. “You can try. But I won’t.”
Ned clearly wasn’t happy with the bargain they’d struck. “I don’t agree.”
Bella glanced at Ned, confusion and surprise in her features. “I don’t understand. I’ve never known either of you to embark on long-term affairs.”
“You’re not a stranger, Bella. You’re our friend. We care about you. You deserve a hell of a lot more than a one-night stand.”
Bella smiled. “Oh, Ned. That’s really sweet. But you’ll just have to trust me when I say I don’t mind. I promise you this won’t change anything between us.”
Ned ran a frustrated hand through his hair and Justin held his breath, praying his friend didn’t ruin things. Tonight would change everything, but now wasn’t the time to discuss that.
Bella looked over her shoulder toward the exit, clearly intent on leaving. She wasn’t going to give in.
“Fuck,” Ned muttered. “Have it your way. Take off your panties.”
Bella jerked at his command. “Ned—”
“You’ve only given us one night, Bella. I don’t intend to waste a second of it. Take off your panties and hand them to me. Now.”
Bella glanced around the room.
Justin cupped her cheek. “Look at us. Don’t worry about anything except what we tell you to do.”
She squirmed uneasily, but then she subtly reached beneath her short skirt, tugging her panties down. She used the table as a shield as much as possible. Justin had to fight to restrain a grin. They’d have her reserve broken before the night was over. There was nothing they’d allow her to hide from them.
She balled the material in her fist, then tried to hand it to Ned discreetly under the table. He took them, stroking the soft silk. “So wet, Bella.
“Is she?” Justin felt the same sense of urgency Ned was experiencing. If they had only one night to convince her to stay with them, then they didn’t have a moment to waste.
Justin placed his hand on her knee, amused when she jumped slightly. “Nervous, Bells?”
She blew out a breath. “I’m struggling to keep up. I don’t…I’ve never…this isn’t really my scene.”
Justin kissed her lightly on the cheek. “We’ll take care of you. Though if you’d prefer to leave the club, we can go—”
“No!” She shook her head. “I want to stay here.” She glanced around the room once more. “I like it.”
Justin looked at Ned, her words further confirmation that Bella was made for them. She may be an innocent, but there were sexy kinks lingering beneath her soft skin. Justin couldn’t wait to expose them, expand on them. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
“Yes. Missy mentioned it in the car on the way over here.”
“Yours is Pennsylvania. If we do anything you don’t like, just say that word and we’ll stop. Talk things out. Okay?”
“Pennsylvania,” she repeated. “I love it.”
She was irrepressible, adorable.
“Open your legs. I want to see exactly how wet you are.” Justin tugged on her knee as he issued the command, then felt Ned’s hand on the other. Her thighs parted easily as her skirt inched higher. She tried to tug it down, but Ned caught her wrist, his voice deep, stern.
“Leave it.”
“Ned,” she whispered, uncertainty creeping in again. There was a difference between talking and doing. They’d test her limits tonight, push her completely out of her comfort zone.
Justin leaned closer, trying to set her mind at ease. Ned was always too intense, his need to control a woman coming out stronger, darker. While Justin didn’t think Bella was balking, she was still a novice and probably not completely confident in her decision to pursue this adventure. “Trust us, Bells. We’ll never hurt you.”
Her expression cleared, showing him just how much faith she had in them. It twisted Justin’s insides, made him warm, happy.
She touched his face gently. “I do trust you. Completely. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Unable to resist any longer, Justin ran his hand along the inside of her leg. He sat close enough to hear her sharp intake of breath. The heat of her pussy hit him before his fingers reached their goal. Their girl was on fire.
Then he hit pay dirt. Bella’s eyes closed as he stroked his finger along her slit. She was heat and moisture and sex incarnate.
Ned leaned closer. “Don’t close your eyes, Bella. Look at what’s happening on that stage.”
Bella lifted her eyelids slowly and he watched her struggle to focus. Justin studied her face and realized when she recognized what was happening in the performance.
“She misbehaved,” Ned whispered as Justin circled her clit. Bella bit her lip so tightly, he worried she’d split the skin and draw blood.
Ned continued to talk about the show onstage. “Her teacher is angry with her. He’s punishing her.”
The actor onstage—the professor—had bent his naughty schoolgirl over his desk and taken out a ruler. The scene was an old, familiar one, but Justin could tell from Bella’s responses it was speaking to some hidden desires. Did she like the idea of being punished by an authority figure?
She slid down on her chair—just a little, but enough—to allow Justin better access to her pussy. He didn’t accept her invitation, determined to crank the heat even higher. While the silent actions of her body told him she wanted a stronger touch, he wouldn’t give in until she was pleading, begging. He dragged his finger over her clit once more, making the touch lighter this time.
She groaned softly.
“We’ll punish you the same way the next time you’re late to work.”
Bella’s gaze jerked to Ned’s face. No doubt she wanted to reiterate the time limit she’d placed on this encounter, but neither of them was in the mood to continue that pretense. Justin pressed on her clit again, distracting her before moving lower to circle the entrance to her pussy.
Bella’s breathing became more labored. Between Justin’s touches and Ned’s dirty promises, she appeared to be losing her grip, relinquishing control of her inhibitions.
“We’ll pull you into my office, bend you over the desk, lift your skirt and yank down your panties.”
“I don’t wear skirts to work,” Bella whispered, though it was clear she was turned-on by Ned’s story.
“You will from now on. We’re changing the dress code for you.”
She looked as if she would argue, so Justin went for more distraction, pressing the tip of his finger into her wet pussy.
She closed her eyes, her expression betraying how much she loved this. She gave herself up to the moment.
“I’ll pull a ruler out of my desk drawer and Justin and I will take turns spanking you. I want to see that sexy ass of yours blush as prettily as your cheeks are right now.”
Justin pressed his finger deeper, realizing Ned’s fantasy wasn’t just working against Bella. His cock was so stiff it hurt. The tight clench of her pussy didn’t help. She felt like heaven.
Ned added more fuel to the fire building in her body. “Once we’ve finished punishing you, we’ll take turns fucking you from behind. You’re going to spend hours with our cocks inside you from now on, beauty.”
“Just tonight.”
Justin added another finger to her heat. She gasped, then spread her legs wider, every bit of reserve gone as she silently told him she wanted more. Her hips began thrusting toward him as she sought more stimulation.
Ned ran his hand through her hair, turning her to face him. “You’re going to come on Justin’s fingers, Bella. Right now.”
Bella blinked rapidly and started to shake her head as she recalled where they were. “There are too many people around.”
Ned’s eyes darkened and his hand tightened in her hair. “You’ll do exactly what I say. You’ve agreed to be ours for the night. Obeying our commands is part of that.”
“What about what I want?”
Justin loved her feistiness. While Bella had definite submissive qualities, she wasn’t weak. That was one of the reasons she was such a valuable employee. She wasn’t a yes-man and she had no qualms telling them when they were wrong. She was bright, with a good eye for design, and she wasn’t shy about expressing her opinions. It helped that she had the talent to back them up. Some of her marketing creations had been works of art.
Unfortunately, she didn’t understand the boundary she was crossing with Ned. While Justin enjoyed the games associated with BDSM, he didn’t take the roles as seriously as Ned. Justin liked issuing dirty demands, tying a woman up, taking her to the limit and beyond, but there was a difference between being dominant and being a Dominant.
For Ned, the need to be in charge ran much deeper. It wasn’t role-playing for him. It was who he was.
“Careful, Bella-love,” Ned warned. “We’re indulging fantasies. Mine is that you’ll be my submissive. That you’ll do everything I ask. Without question or comment.”
Bella’s brow creased, but her pussy muscles contracted strongly around Justin’s fingers at the thought. Oh yeah, she was more than willing to bend to their commands.
Justin realized as she shook her head that she was about to deny what she wanted. Her body betrayed her next words as an outright lie. “I didn’t agree to that.”
Ned smiled, his cocky expression unconcerned. He looked at Justin. “Her words say no, but I suspect her pussy is telling you the truth. Does she want it?”
Justin nodded. “Badly.”
Ned tugged her head back slightly and again, Bella’s body responded as more moisture flowed. “You’re ours, Bella.”
She struggled to argue, but Justin added a third finger, stretching her tight pussy as he ran his thumb over her clit. In the back of his mind, he tried to tell himself to slow down. Then Bella trembled when he thrust them deeper. She lifted her hips to meet him, to add even more power to the thrusts. “God, yes.”
“You can’t deny you love this,” Justin murmured. “Your pussy is burning my fingers, clamping down with every warning Ned issues. You want this, Bells. Admit it.”
Justin didn’t relax his motions, pushing her higher as Ned continued to hold her head still with tight fingers in her hair. Then Ned used his free hand to cup one of her breasts.
Bella tried to fight their hold, to resist their unrelenting demands. Justin could see it in the pained expression on her face. She was waging an inner battle—trying to maintain that good-girl façade, trying to hold on to that ideal that told her women didn’t let men fondle them to orgasm in public, that succumbing to their commands would make her weak.
None of it was true, but a lifetime of ingrained beliefs was difficult to break. Bella was giving it a valiant effort, but in the end, primal, basic desires beat out years of suppressing what she really wanted.
Ned squeezed her breast, building the pressure as Justin stroked her clit faster.
“Come,” Ned whispered.
She splintered in their arms, her climax causing her to jerk roughly. However, she managed to retain a slight grip on her control, remaining almost silent—except for one harsh exhalation of breath.
Justin resented that quietness. He wanted her cries, her screams.
Soon.
The next time she came, he’d make damn sure Bella released all the restraints. That she gave them everything.
Then they’d ask for more.
Chapter Six
“Should we move this party to somewhere more private?” Ned suggested.
Bella knew they were members of this club. And given the way they’d just brought her to climax in a room full of people, she’d guess their experiences in this realm were vast.
Which made the fact they wanted her even more incredible, heady, exciting. Ned and Justin had come here tonight to seduce and share her. That idea terrified and thrilled her at the same time. While she’d never considered herself the type to submit to anyone, she was finding it incredibly difficult to resist.
Suddenly she understood that odd need she’d felt to kneel before Ned. Something about him right now made her want to obey, to give herself to him completely. To put herself in their very capable hands and claim every bit of pleasure she could ring from this night.
“Where should we go?” she asked.
“I’ve reserved a private room for us here in the club.”
Justin’s response confirmed her suspicions that everything happening had been premeditated.
“You knew we were going to do this?”