Bound to Them (12 page)

“Kneel.”

More gracefully than she thought herself capable of, Crista
knelt at his feet.

“Back straight,” Quinn told her, his hand resting on her
shoulder. “Legs apart.”

Blushing, she split her legs, allowing them an excellent
look at her pussy.

“Beautiful.”

Crista smiled at the admiration in Nash’s voice. His gaze
was riveted on her, the heat she saw in his eyes building her confidence.

“This is your first position, sweetheart,” Quinn told her.
“We want you to practice it, okay?”

She nodded, her gaze caught by their impressive cocks just
within her reach.

“I need your mouth on me, darlin’.”

She leaned forward slowly and clasped the base of Nash’s
cock in her hand. Then she took him into her mouth, licking, teasing him.

“Damn, that’s hot.”

Crista glanced over as Quinn knelt next to Nash on the sofa
and, leaning down, took his mouth. She paused, letting Nash’s cock pop out of
her mouth as she sat back to watch the two of them kiss.

As they parted, they turned to look at her, both sets of
eyes so different yet filled with the same hunger.

“Keep moving, Crista,” Quinn commanded.

She immediately drew Nash back inside her mouth as he
grabbed Quinn’s cock in his hand.

Nash took firm hold of Quinn’s dick, pumping him, groaning
as Crista hummed. Vibrations traveled up his shaft to drum on his balls. Damn,
he was not going to last.

“Watching her suck you is going to set me off.”

Nash chuckled. “What? My hand around your dick has nothing
to do with that?”

Quinn grinned and, leaning down, captured his lips. “You
know how much I appreciate your hand.”

“And other parts of me?” Nash growled. “Shit, I’m going to
come.”

“Not yet,” Quinn said, moving back out of his reach. “Wait
for me.”

“You don’t know how good her mouth feels right now. My balls
are screaming for some release. Hurry up, will you?” he groaned.

Quinn just laughed and positioned himself behind Crista. He
reached over for his pants and pulled out a condom.

Nash hissed as Crista’s tongue tickled beneath the head of
his cock. He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Slow down, darlin’, or you’re
going to shame me. No way am I going to be the first to come.”

She looked up, smiling around his dick. Had there ever been
a more beautiful sight than this woman, naked, submissively kneeling at his
feet with her lush lips surrounding his cock?

If there had, he couldn’t remember it.

Her eyes widened and he looked over her back to find Quinn
thrusting himself forward into her pussy.

“How does that thick cock feel inside you, darlin’?” he
asked. She blushed so easily. Such a shy thing, trying to hold her reactions from
them even though she had to realize they wouldn’t tolerate that.

“Is he brushing his cock over that special spot inside you?
I bet it feels amazing, having him push inside your tight pussy, filling you.”

Crista pulled back. “You tell me. How does he feel driving
inside your tight ass?” she asked cheekily, gasping as Quinn smacked that still
pink bottom.

“Brat,” Quinn scolded with a grin. He schooled his face into
a stern expression as Crista glared at him over her shoulder. Quinn’s jaw
dropped.

“Did you just stick your tongue out at me?”

“What ya going to do about it?” she teased, wiggling her
bottom. “Spank me? Been there, done that.”

Quinn growled as Nash chuckled. “Oh darlin’, you’re braver
than I am, teasing the beast that way.”

“Get sucking, Crista,” Quinn ordered. “I don’t want to hear
another word out of you.”

Crista winked up at Nash. Happiness swam through his veins,
making him lightheaded. He sighed as she took him deep. His eyes met Quinn’s.
Held. Gladdened by the lust he saw in them.

And the love.

“Christ, get ready, I’m going to come,” Quinn groaned.

The burning began in the small of Nash’s back, spreading
like wildfire through his body until he found release in Crista’s mouth. He
arched back, breathing heavily as she swallowed him down then licked at him
while he lay there, spent, panting.

Opening his eyes, he found Quinn in the same condition he
was. Exhausted. Satisfied.

“That was amazing, darlin’. Thank you.” Reaching down, he
lifted her up onto his lap. Quinn followed them, sitting on the couch beside
him. Nash kissed Crista then Quinn, reveling in their differences. Texture.
Taste. Smell.

“I know a way you can thank me,” she said. Hmm, seemed his
little darlin’ was catching on quick as she glanced up at him through her
eyelashes.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” He held in his amusement.

She nibbled at her lower lip. Ahh, still a bit shy.

“Well, you know, giving you an umm…”

“Blowjob?” He took pity on her.

“Yeah, it well, made me really hot and then having Quinn
inside me, well, I…”

“You what?” Quinn asked. Nash was pleased to see how much
happier and lighter Quinn seemed. He said a quick prayer of thanks to God for
sending them Crista. She was working miracles he’d never have managed alone.

More than likely he and Quinn would have tried to kill each
other by now. Didn’t matter how much they might love each other. They weren’t
good at compromise. And their communication skills sucked.

No, the little bundle with bright-red cheeks and lust in her
eyes had done more for their relationship than she would ever realize.

“I didn’t come,” she complained.

Quinn raised a brow. “You didn’t?” he teased her.

She shook her head. “No.”

They sat still.

“So?” she questioned.

“So what, darlin’?” Nash asked, biting his lip to hold back
a laugh as she glared at them, thoroughly disgruntled.

“So I want to come.”

“Well, we could help you with that, baby,” Quinn said, “if
you weren’t being punished for being a brat. A disobedient brat. Don’t think we
forgot about telling you to keep your hair down. Now you’re going to have to
hold on until later.”

“What?” she yelped in outrage. “No fair.”

Quinn chuckled and rose. He reached down and tweaked a
nipple. “Tell you what, to make up for it how about I take you shopping?”

She eyed him suspiciously. Nash smiled. She turned her gaze
on him.

“I’m supposed to go shopping like this?” she asked.

Nash just shrugged. “I warned you not to tease the beast.”

“This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Not as cruel as tying you up and leaving you all day with a
vibrator inside your pussy and a plug up your ass. Now are we going shopping or
what?” Quinn called back.

Crista’s eyes went wide before she jumped to her feet.

“He wouldn’t.”

“Darlin’, we’d love every minute of it.”

“Perverts.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“When you said shopping, I didn’t quite expect this,” Crista
whispered to Quinn, tugging frantically at his hand in a bid to get him to
stop.

They’d all piled into Quinn’s Jeep over two hours ago and
driven to Las Vegas to do some decent shopping. Although it had been more than
four hours since she’d been left high and dry, she was still horny as hell. And
it didn’t help that they were about to enter a sex shop.

A sex shop.

Dear Lord.

What was she doing here? She’d never been inside one in her
life. The one vibrator she owned she’d bought online. She lived in a town that
could barely support the eight or so “normal” shops it had now. Yet she was
about to enter one if the hold Quinn had on her was anything to go by.

And she couldn’t deny her curiosity.

Her friends talked about their own toys. There wasn’t much
they wouldn’t talk about. Crista never had anything much to contribute.

Well, she would now.

That thought gave her courage. She needed to treat this as
an experience. Embrace it and not be so afraid to live a little.

Moisture leaked from her pussy, making her cringe. They
hadn’t allowed her any panties. The whole drive here she’d worried about
creating a wet patch on her skirt.

It didn’t help that Quinn and Nash loved teasing her. Small
touches, caresses, brushing their arms against her chest, making her nipples
scream with the need for a firmer touch. Running their hands up her thigh,
stopping just short of the place that most wanted their touch.

So incredibly frustrating.

And thoroughly arousing.

What she wouldn’t give for two minutes by herself. But she’d
been expressly forbidden to touch herself. And Quinn had given her that look.
The one that said she’d be in a world of trouble if she disobeyed.

Tempting. But she wanted them to bring her to a screaming
orgasm.

She blushed. Andrew had always wanted silence when they were
having sex. Quinn and Nash would accept nothing less than making her into a
begging, writhing, loud mess.

And she loved it.

Crista followed Quinn inside the shop, glancing around to
see if anyone was staring. Luckily they were in a relatively quiet shopping
area set well back from the road.

“Calm down, darlin’.” Nash rubbed his hand over her back.
“It’s just a sex shop.”

“I know.” She took a deep breath, attempting to ease the
tension in her muscles. “Sorry.”

He winked at her. “Have a look around. You might find it
fun.”

Now she was inside, she felt better. She had to stop acting
like a child. What had she expected? She started wandering the aisles, staring
at the toys. Some things she knew what to do with.

Other things she had no idea.

“Like that one?” Quinn asked her. Crista jumped, not having
heard him walk up.

“Oh, umm, yes, I guess.”

“A rabbit. Good choice. The ears tease your clit and the
rotating shaft will hit your G-spot.” Reaching up, he pulled the vibrator down,
putting it in his basket.

“Wait,” she said quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Buying it.” Duh, his look said.

“What? Why?”

He raised a brow. “I should think that’s perfectly obvious,
love. To get you off. To play with your little pussy. To watch you come.”

She blushed wildly, looking around. Luckily the shop was
empty.

“I just mean, wouldn’t you rather be inside me than that?”
She gestured at the vibrator.

“Who said it has to be one or the other? I might tease you
with the rabbit. Then when you’re about to come I’ll plunge into you, bringing
you over so I can feel your pussy clamping around me, sucking me down.”

“Or he might use it on your pussy as I’m thrusting inside
your ass,” Nash told her. Drat, why couldn’t they make any noise when they
walked around? She stared up at Nash. He grinned down at her, blue eyes filled
with mischief.

“Speaking of coming in her ass, you get some butt plugs?”
Nash asked

“Yep.” Quinn shook his full basket. “Got a whole range of
them. As well as nipple clamps, handcuffs and silk rope.”

Nash nodded. “I got the lube, condoms, a spreader bar. What
about a paddle?”

“Paddle?” she squeaked. “Ah-ah, no way, I didn’t agree to
that.”

“You didn’t put paddles on your hard limits, darlin’,” Nash
said. “You want to put it on?”

A paddle? Was she prepared to go there? Hell, yes!

Tired of being a wimp, she shook her head. “No, it’s not a
hard limit.”

God help me
, she thought, watching as they added a
paddle to their toys.

She had to remind herself this was just temporary. They were
her temporary Doms. They’d go their separate ways all too soon. She had to keep
herself from falling for them.

She nearly snorted. As though she wasn’t already falling for
them.

“Crista, keep your attention on us,” Quinn told her, running
his hand over her back. “I don’t like it when you wander off in your head. I
want you here, giving us all of you.”

“Sorry, Sirs,” she whispered.

A hand grasped her chin, raising her face. Nash. “You’re so
beautiful, darlin’,” he whispered. He turned her around and slapped her sharply
on the butt. “Choose another toy.”

Crista rubbed her bottom as she glared back at him more for
effect than because his smack had hurt her. Quinn had already moved down the
aisle.

She eyed his basket. “Haven’t you already got enough?”

Just how expensive was this shopping trip going to be?

Another smack.

“Stop spanking me,” she demanded.

“Now why would I want to do that?” Nash replied, grinning.
“One, you’re being naughty. Two, it means I get to touch your ass.”

She snorted. “Like you don’t touch my ass anyway.” They were
constantly touching her—she was a mass of oversensitive nerves and needs. “Plus
I can be as naughty as I like. We’re not in a bedroom and we’re not playing,
remember?”

Nash stared, his blue eyes piercing. Crista took a step back
from that intense gaze.

“Calm, honey. It’s me, Nash. I am not going to hurt you. I
would never hit you.”

“I know. Sorry.”

“Good girl.”

Quinn turned. “You know, she’s still got the last bit of her
punishment coming.”

The corner of Nash’s mouth twitched. “So she has,” he
drawled.

Crista followed. “Punishment?” she squealed. “Isn’t that
what you’ve been doing all day? Driving me mad?” No way could she stand any
more. Nuh-uh.

“Oh darlin’.” Nash smiled. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

* * * * *

Crista followed Nash and Quinn out of the shop twenty
minutes later, thoroughly embarrassed. Quinn had a tight hold of one hand, in
the other she clasped a shopping bag holding her rabbit vibrator and pleasure
balls. Both were items she’d picked for herself.

“You didn’t have to spank me,” she hissed at Quinn. She’d
tried to pay for part of the bill. The final total had been astronomical.
They’d ignored her, Quinn pulling out his credit card. She hadn’t given up
until Quinn had turned her and laid his hand to her butt half a dozen times.
The cashier had politely ignored them.

She still couldn’t believe it.

Quinn turned. Other than a raised brow he displayed no hint
of emotion or thought.

She wished she had that kind of poker face.

“You weren’t listening. You were arguing.”

“But we weren’t playing,” she said, confused. “I thought I
was allowed to argue.”

“You were becoming disrespectful. That will never be
allowed. And you weren’t listening to your Doms.” He stilled, looking down at
her. “I don’t date. I don’t see subs outside of the club.” She saw the pain in
his eyes and instantly wanted to soothe him. “Until you. This weekend is about
play. Neither of us wants a full-time master-slave relationship. We won’t pick
the clothes you wear each day or tell you what to eat.”

She blushed and he grinned.

“Well, besides our rules about no panties.”

“I’ve been in a relationship with little honesty or
communication or respect. It can only end badly. As your Doms we are promising
you all three of those things as well as our protection. We will always take
care of you. In turn, you are promising us those three things and that you will
let us do our job.”

She frowned, not understanding. “What do you mean, your
job?”

“It means, darlin’,” Nash interjected, running a hand over
her hair, “that we expect you to come to us with your problems, your worries.
If something happens to you, we expect to be told immediately. You call the
cops, then us. Understand?”

She gulped. “But what if Andrew…”
Hurts you, injures you.
She knew better than to say the words aloud. A man’s ego could be a fragile
thing.

Quinn smiled cruelly. “Now that’s a problem I’d very much
like to get rid of for you.”

Crista shivered.

“Shall we keep moving?” Nash suggested. “It’s growing cold
and we’ve yet to get to the last part of Crista’s punishment.”

Crista gulped and followed Quinn. He beeped his Jeep open.
Surprisingly, both men climbed into the backseat. Reaching down, Quinn hauled
her inside, laying her facedown over their legs. Her stomach lay on Nash’s lap,
her bottom over Quinn’s thighs.

“What the hell are you doing? Let me down.” She injected
every bit of command she had into her voice. “Anyone could walk past.”

“Let us worry about that. Your only worry is pleasing us.
Now be a good girl and take the last part of your punishment,” Nash explained,
chuckling.

“Like hell!” she told him, struggling. “Let me go! Now.”

Immediately they turned her, holding her close.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Quinn said soothingly. He clasped her
chin in his palm and raised her face so she was forced to look at him. “Do you
think we would ever humiliate you?”

“Someone could walk past and see me. And that would be
pretty damn humiliating!” she told him.

“This is a quiet parking lot,” he told her. “No one else is
around and both Nash and I have our eyes peeled; if anyone appears we’ll be
ready. You need to start trusting us.”

“By getting naked in broad daylight?” she wailed.

Quinn leaned down and stared at her calmly. “We want you to
do this for us, sweetheart. Trust us when we tell you that no one will see you
but us.”

Trust them.

They simply sat there, not saying anything, just waiting for
her to make up her mind.

Oh hell, they were right. They wouldn’t humiliate her, she
knew that. This wasn’t going to work unless she let go.

She licked her lips. “It’s just hard for me to let go, you
know. After Andrew…” She trailed off.

Nash hugged her tight. “We understand, darlin’. We know this
isn’t easy, but this is what we’re asking of you.”

“Asking?” she said dubiously, with a snort.

His lips twitched. “All right, demanding, then.”

Quinn leaned down and kissed her. “Roll over, baby. I want
access to that delicious ass of yours.”

Crista rolled, her body still stiff, but Nash rubbed her
lower back soothingly as Quinn pushed her skirt up over her bottom. Cool air
hit her privates and she stiffened.

Smack.

“Ow,” she complained.

“Don’t tense,” Quinn ordered gruffly.

Crista attempted to relax. Nash massaged her shoulders,
easing the tension. There was a rustle of bags then something squirting.

Nash dipped his hand over her bottom, rubbing, pushing his
fingers through the crease of her ass to press against her asshole.

“Easy, sugar, nobody’s going to hurt you. Part your legs.”

Crista hesitated before widening her thighs. Two fingers
swiped through her folds.

“Hmm, wet,” Quinn remarked. “I think she likes this
position. Being vulnerable, open to our touch.”

Nash removed his hand and she whimpered in loss. “Shh,
darlin’, just changing position. Lift up.”

She raised her hips and Nash slipped his arm beneath her,
his fingers returning to her pussy to play with her clit. She let out a
shuddering breath.

“Good girl,” Nash praised. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Sir,” she replied, feeling pleasure steal over her.
Seemed as though everything they did felt good. Even that spanking in the shop.
Although she’d been horrified, each smack had reverberated throughout her body,
stiffening her nipples and surrounding her swollen clit.

“Beautifully pink back here. Just the way I like a woman’s
bottom to be,” Quinn said with satisfaction before parting her butt cheeks.

“Quinn, what are you doing?” she asked as he pressed a
finger against her asshole. Oh God, this was one of her deepest desires, but
not one she’d ever thought to fulfill. She still wasn’t entirely sure she
wanted to.

But then she’d always secretly longed to have sex with two
men, and she’d never thought that would happen either.

“Is that how you address me?” Quinn said gruffly.

“Sorry, Sir. Please, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m preparing you for a plug. Quiet now.” He dipped a
finger inside her. Slight burning. Instant delight.

Nash continued his slow circling of her clit as Quinn moved
that single digit in and out of her ass.

“Oh, oh,” she moaned, unable to stop thrusting her hips.
“Please.”

“Seems like our little sub needs some help keeping quiet,”
Quinn said.

“I have just the thing.” Nash’s voice was dark, husky,
dancing over highly sensitized nerves, making her shiver.

Nash removed his hand and Quinn tugged her toward him,
raising her slightly.

“Please, Sir.”

A smack landed on her bottom. “Much as I love you begging,
sweetheart, I want you quiet right now,” Quinn ordered.

Nash unzipped his jeans and drew his thick cock free. He’d
gone commando that morning.

“See how nice we’re being. We’re going to help you keep quiet,”
Quinn spoke in a deep voice as he helped her lie back down over Nash’s lap.
“Take him in your mouth, Crista.”