Bound to Them (21 page)

“You rented this?” she asked.

He gave her a withering look. “No. Of course not. I wouldn’t
pay for this shithole.”

“Then where is the owner?” She attempted to take a step back
but he held her arm tight. Crista winced, stumbling as he drew her closer.

“How the fuck would I know? And I don’t care. We’ll be
leaving soon.” He looked her up and down. “Although we’ve got some time.
Strip.”

“S-sorry?” she asked.

“Strip, bitch. I’m not going to tell you again.” He shoved
her back against the wall.

Crista took a deep breath, trying to still her panic. She
did not want to be naked in front of him. Plus, she had no way of hiding
Quinn’s phone. What if they had trouble finding her?

“W-where’s Doug?” she asked.

Andrew narrowed his gaze. “He’s in the bedroom. Good idea.
We’ll show him what happens to his sister when she disobeys.”

Reaching out, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to the
bedroom.

“Let me go,” Crista screeched, tears of pain running down
her cheeks as he pulled ruthlessly at her scalp. Andrew laughed, an ugly, nasty
sound, then shoved her into the bedroom. Crista kicked out at him, hitting him
in the shin. He let out a roar of anger before punching her in the face.

Searing agony made her cry out as she fell to her knees,
breathing heavily.

“Stupid bitch. Look at your sister, Doug. See what a slut
she is? She’s been fucking two men and yet she’s jumped straight from their bed
to mine.”

Andrew grasped her arm, hauling her to her feet. Crista was
too stunned to fight. Through eyes blurred with tears, she spied her brother
lying on the floor, his hands and feet bound, a gag in his mouth.

He looked awful, pale, with big dark bags circling his eyes.
His clothes were dirty and ripped. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times.

“Crista?” he croaked. He groaned in pain as he tried to move
toward her.

“What have you done to him?” she whispered, horrified.

Andrew sniffed derisively. “Did it to himself, sorry
bastard. He’s weak. Kept begging me to give him a drink. Pitiful. I think the
world would be a better place without him in it.”

Andrew reached behind him and drew a gun from his back.
Crista watched in growing fear as he aimed the gun right at Doug. Doug didn’t
make a sound. There was acceptance in his gaze. As though he’d given up. As
though he was ready to die.

Well, she wasn’t ready to let that happen. To either of
them. She had too much to live for.

“No, wait, please don’t,” she begged desperately.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

He leered over at her. Crista swallowed back her bile.
“I-I’ll do what you want. You wanted me to strip, right? Look, I’m doing it.”

She undid her jeans, stripping them off quickly as she kept
her gaze on his gun.

“You’ll do it anyway.”

“But if you’ve got Doug as hostage, I won’t fight you. I’ll
do whatever you want whenever you want it. Please,” she begged as she stripped
off her sweater, leaving her in her t-shirt, bra and panties.

“Keep going. Hurry up or I’ll get bored. You don’t want me
to get bored.” He gestured his gun at Doug.

Crista reached around and undid her bra, hoping she could
hide the phone in the folds of her t-shirt. She managed to strip the bra and
t-shirt off together, bundling the phone up in the middle.

“And the panties. I want you completely naked.”

“Crista, no… Run,” Doug mumbled.

Without speaking or looking at Doug, Crista pulled her
panties down, leaving her completely bare to Andrew’s lecherous gaze.

She felt dirty.

Where on earth were Nash and Quinn?

Andrew picked a pair of handcuffs off the dresser. He threw
them at her. Crista attempted to catch them but her hands were trembling with
anxiety and she dropped them.

“Clumsy bitch. You know, you should be grateful for my
attention. Who else is going to want you? You’re chubby, boring, clumsy and
plain. Think those two guys are going to want you for longer than it takes to
satisfy their urges? You’re just a convenient fuck to them, Crista, nothing
more. I would have given you a wedding ring, a house, everything. You just had
to do what you were told. Now you’re going to do it anyway. Put those cuffs
on.”

Fumbling, she reached down and picked up the cuffs, slipping
them over her wrists.

“Lie face down on the bed, legs apart.”

Crista moved slowly, her cheek throbbing, legs trembling.
She lay on her stomach, deliberately turning her face away from Doug, even
though it meant she had to put weight on her sore cheek. She couldn’t stand to
see him as she spread her legs.

“Now that’s what I like to see, your pink little pussy. Your
sister has a real fuckable pussy, Doug. Hold still, I’m going to tie your
ankles to the bedposts.”

“Fucking asshole, you hurt her—”

“I hurt her and you’ll do what?” Andrew taunted. “You’ll lie
there and take it, you useless sack of shit. Luckily for you, I can’t be
bothered listening to your whining.”

There was a meaty
thud
then silence. Crista rolled
over to see Doug slumped on the ground, unconscious.

“What did you do?” she yelled.

“He’s all right. For the moment. Get back in place.”

She did as he said, too scared of what he’d do to Doug if
she didn’t. He bound ropes around her ankles then tied her handcuffed wrists
with another rope to the headboard. Crista tested her bindings. She wasn’t
moving anywhere.

Something swished through the air.

“Oh my God, is that a whip?” she screeched.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for a chance to practice using it.
Now feel free to yell as loudly as you want. No one can hear.”

He laughed and a chill went down her spine.

The whip landed in a sharp slash of pain. Crista held back
her scream.

She didn’t want Quinn and Nash to storm the place until they
were ready and she knew if she yelled out they’d come running immediately. So
she bit her lip and swore to hang on as long as she could.

They were coming. She just had to believe that.

* * * * *

“I’m going in,” Quinn said impatiently. He took a step
forward. Nash grabbed his arm.

“We have to be careful about this. He could be armed.”

“I’m not waiting any longer. God knows what he’s doing to
her in there.”

“Okay, but listen,” Nash urged. “I’m going to sneak in the
front. You guard the back door. All right?”

Before Quinn could answer, a loud scream split the silence.

“Shit, Crista!”

Quinn took off running. Nash pushed him toward the back of
the cabin. Quinn opened the door quietly, straining to hear anything. He snuck
through the kitchen then heard a shout. Racing, he moved through the small
lounge, jumping into a small bedroom behind Nash. The sight that greeted him
had his blood boiling instantly.

Crista lay bound to the bed, her back covered in thin welts,
some of which were bleeding. He turned to see O’Ryan reaching for a gun on the
dresser. Like hell. He dived, catching the other man in the stomach.

Rage engulfed him.

Frantically Crista strained her neck, trying to peer over
her shoulder. But she couldn’t see a thing.

“Quinn? Nash?” she called out desperately as she heard a
heavy thump then a low groan of pain.

Someone whimpered.
Please, don’t let it be my men.

“It’s okay, baby.” She calmed at Nash’s voice, letting out a
sob of relief.

“I’m going to undo your feet then your hands, just hold
tight and try not to move. Christ, he did a job on your back, didn’t he? I’m so
sorry we didn’t get here earlier, darlin’.”

“I-it’s okay.” Her teeth were chattering as he released her
feet then moved to her hands. “Quinn?”

“He’s calming himself down. Leave him alive, Quinn, I don’t
want to spend the rest of the night digging a hole. Here, use these to cuff
him.”

Crista tried to turn and look but the pain in her back had
her gasping and lying back on the filthy bedspread with a hiss.

Nash ran his hand over her hair. “Shh, darlin’, just rest
here. We’ll take care of everything, I promise.”

“Doug?” she asked.

“We’ll take care of Doug too. Just let go and leave
everything to us.”

She knew she shouldn’t. She relied on them too much. And
that would make it so much harder to say goodbye to them in the end.

Crista sat beside her brother’s bedside and held his hand.
Exhaustion plagued her. She wanted to lay her head on the bed and cry. But she
couldn’t sleep. She was terrified Andrew would revisit her in her dreams. The
doctors had cleared her to leave, but Doug had been admitted for dehydration.

A hand squeezed hers.

She glanced up to see Doug looking at her.

“Crista,” he said, his voice rough. “Water?”

She jumped up and poured some water into a glass. Doug sat
up slightly and took the glass from her, his hand shaking. She took the glass
when he was finished, placing it back on the bedside table.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, clasping his hand in both of
hers. “So sorry that Andrew kidnapped you to get to me. Oh Doug, please tell me
you’re all right.”

He shook his head and her stomach dropped.

“No, I’m not. I haven’t been all right in years. And it’s my
fault, not yours. Andrew would never have taken me if I hadn’t been drinking
all day. I was as weak and defenseless as a babe. I should have realized what
was going on with you. I should’ve been able to protect you. Instead I had to
sit there, helpless, while he hurt you.”

Tears welled in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks.

“You’re my only family and I’ve let you down time and again.
I’m so sorry, Crista.”

“It’s not your fault,” she whispered.

“Yes, it is. And it’s time I took responsibility for my
problems and stopped relying on you. I know you don’t want to work for me,
Crista. I know I’ve let you do far too much, left everything to you. That’s
going to change. Sis, you’re fired.”

“W-what?” she asked, her jaw dropping.

He nodded. “I’m going to talk to Pete. Put him in charge. He
can run the crew while I’m in rehab.”

“You’re going to rehab?” she asked, her mind whirling.

He nodded. “Yep. I thought about this a lot while I was tied
up. I promised myself that if I got out alive then things would change. While
I’m gone I’m sure everything will be in good hands with Pete. I figure he’ll
move the crew back home. I only stayed away because I was ashamed to show
everyone what I’d become.”

“Oh, but he’ll need my help,” she protested. Plus what would
she do for money?

Doug shook his head. “Pete’s always wished he could have
Ella with him. I’m sure she’ll jump at the chance to work with him. I want you
to take some time and think about what you really want to do.”

“You’re sure you don’t need me?” she asked, feeling
surprisingly lost and downhearted. Wasn’t this what she wanted?

“I’ll always need you. But you need to do what’s best for
you. Go home, honey. I’ll be fine. I feel ashamed enough of what I’ve become.
I’m supposed to be your big brother, someone you can turn to for help. I want
to be that person, and I have to do it my way. Please, Crista. Go, for me.”

“You’ll call me?” she asked tearfully.

He nodded and with a few more promises and some tears,
Crista kissed him goodbye and left his room. She turned toward the waiting
room, knowing Nash and Quinn would be there. At least one of them had remained
by her side since they’d rescued her from Andrew. When she’d talked to the
sheriff, they’d held her hands, steadying her.

They were everything she could ever wish for.

More than she could ever hope for.

She would tell them how she felt about them. They’d
protected her, made love to her, taken care of her. Those weren’t the actions
of men who didn’t care for her as Andrew had intimated.

Yep, she would do it. Just not tonight. Tonight she was too
raw. If they rejected her love it might well break her.

* * * * *

Nash walked into their motel room, fatigue pulling at him.
Silently he checked the place over then came back for Crista and Quinn. His
heart melted as he looked out the door at them standing in the hallway.

Quinn stood stiff and still, on alert even though O’Ryan was
in custody. Crista slumped against him, her skin pale, her eyes closed.
Exhausted. And no doubt in pain. Nash had some painkillers the hospital had
given him in his pocket. They’d get her doped up and into bed.

“Come on, darlin’, time for bed.”

She opened her eyes slowly and smiled as he took her hand
and tugged her inside. Nash led her to the bedroom and to the bed.

“Can you get her some water?” he asked Quinn, who nodded
silently. Nash stripped her. She simply stood there.

“Darlin’?” he asked as he grabbed one of his t-shirts. “You
okay?”

Crista turned to look at him, wincing as she moved.

Of course she’s not okay, you idiot
, he told himself.
Look at her. She’s been whipped, terrorized, humiliated.

“Sorry, sugar. Stupid question. Here’s Quinn with your
water. Put this t-shirt on and hop into bed and you can take your pills.”

Her eyes widened. “But I don’t wear clothes in bed.”

“I thought it would make you feel better to have something
on,” he explained gently. He wanted to ease her trauma, and being naked between
the two of them probably wouldn’t help that.

Tears welled in her eyes, falling slowly down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Quinn asked, sending him a look
filled with worry and a little terror. Nash knew that look, the look of a man
watching the woman he loved cry with no idea how to fix it.

“You don’t— You don’t find me attractive a-after he touched
me,” she sobbed.

“Oh darlin’, that’s not true.” Nash dropped the t-shirt and
took her carefully into his arms. He rested his hands on her sides, where the
whip hadn’t landed.

“Of course we still want you,” Quinn added gruffly. “But
we’re not about to jump you when you’ve just been assaulted.”

Nash wished he could hold her tightly but he didn’t want to
risk hurting her. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his
gaze. “Darlin’, we were so scared tonight. It took every ounce of control I had
not to lock you up and forbid you from meeting with that asshole, and then when
I saw what he’d done to you…” Nash gritted his teeth at the memory. “I wanted
to kill him.”

“I nearly did,” Quinn added.

“So this isn’t just for you, it’s for us too. Tonight, we
just want to slip into bed with you and hold you. Please, will you let us do
that?”

She let out a sob then nodded.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

* * * * *

It was time for action.

More than a week had passed since they’d rescued Doug. Nash
and Quinn had been fantastic. Caring, thoughtful—they’d done everything they
could to make her happy. Massaged her shoulders when she’d been all tense, held
her when she’d succumbed to tears, dragged her off to bed when she’d decided to
stay up all night to keep the nightmares at bay.

But they hadn’t once told her to strip.

Or tied her to the bed.

Or had her suck their cocks.

Or used a butt plug on her.

She figured they thought her too delicate. That they had to
tread carefully.

Well, that may have been the case a few days ago. Now she
was just plain horny. She needed them. Both of them.

Hard, fast, deliciously dominant.

So she’d played the part of a fussy princess and sent Quinn
off for Chinese. Then when he’d been gone ten minutes, she’d turned to Nash,
pouting, demanding ice cream.

They’d both sped off to do her bidding. She’d feel guilty if
she didn’t have a plan to make it up to them. Running to the bathroom, she
grabbed the largest butt plug, the one they hadn’t used on her yet, and lubed
it generously.

The plug was smaller than either man, but hopefully it would
stretch her enough to take them.

Stripping, she moisturized her body then moved to the bed
and lay on her back with her knees bent up to her chest.

Closing her eyes, Crista felt around with the tip of the
butt plug until she had it lined up with her opening. Then she pushed it
against her asshole, pressing firmly, forcing herself to relax and take it all.

By the time she’d gotten the plug seated her arms were
shaking, her breath coming in hard, fast pants. She sat up slowly. The plug
moved, rubbing against sensitive nerve endings. Crista gasped at the sensations
rolling through her.

How on earth could she take one of them in her ass and one
in her pussy at the same time?

Crista shook her head, but knew she had to keep going,
they’d be back soon.

Walking with tiny footsteps, her butt cheeks clenching
furiously, she picked up the bag of toys and drew out what she needed.

Some rope.

A flogger.

A blindfold.

Nipple clamps.

She shuffled into the living room, her arms filled with
toys. Kneeling, she laid the array of toys out before her then knelt back on
her haunches and split her legs wide.

Placing her hands palm up on her thighs, she lowered her
head to wait.

* * * * *

Nash walked down the hallway, a plastic bag holding three
tubs of ice cream held in one hand. She hadn’t told him what flavor to get. So
he’d hedged his bets.

He unlocked the motel room door.

“Just me, darlin’,” he called out before suddenly halting,
his heart stopping. He could scarcely believe his eyes.

“C-Crista?” he stuttered, nearly dropping the bag as he
turned and slammed the door shut. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you, Sir,” she said, raising her gaze. “Are you
not pleased?”

“Pleased? No, I’m not pleased.”

Her eyes filled with pain. Instantly he realized what he’d
said.

“Darlin’, I didn’t mean it like that. You look hot,
incredibly hot. But, sugar, you’re not ready for this.”

Her lips thinned and she tilted her head up stubbornly.

“Yes, I am. You two are the ones who are hesitating. Maybe
you’re not ready.” Her gaze lingered on his dick.

Nash’s jaw dropped in shock. Had she just implied that he
couldn’t get it up?

“Oh, I’m ready, darlin’. Question is, can you really take
what you’re offering?” He nodded at the array of implements.

Jesus, a flogger? No way was she ready for that. He bit back
his protests as her eyes lit up. He hadn’t seen her this animated since they’d
rescued her from that asshole. Maybe they’d been going about this wrong.

Maybe she really did need this.

Nash drew himself up and the tightness in his stomach eased.
He missed her. He and Quinn had managed to relieve the pressure with each
other. But it hadn’t been the same without her.

Mushy as it sounded, she was the glue that held them
together.

“Wait right here for Quinn. I want him treated to the same
sight I was. I’m going to put the ice cream away.”

Nash walked off to the kitchen and slowly put the ice cream
in the small freezer, his body screaming at him to stay, to touch her, to fuck
her.

He heard the door open.

“What the fuck?” Quinn asked loudly. “What the hell do you
think you’re doing?”

“Waiting for you,” Crista said calmly. “Don’t you like your
surprise?”

“What? Nash!”

Nash strolled into the small lounge area, standing behind
Crista. Quinn glared at him, but turned to her with questioning eyes.

Nash shrugged. “She sent me out for ice cream. I returned
five minutes ago to find her like this. Apparently she needs convincing that we
can rise to the challenge of dominating her.”

Quinn relaxed, his eyes hardening a little as he peered down
at their brat.

“That so?” he drawled. “I guess dinner can wait then.
There’s something much more important for us to take care of.”

Nash moved closer to grab the bag of fragrant Chinese. He
stilled, spotting something he hadn’t seen before.

“What on earth?” he muttered. “Crista, I want you on all
fours, legs spread.”

She did as he said, her body trembling slightly.

“What is it?” Quinn asked as Nash motioned him over. “Holy
hell,” he swore, whistling. “Sweetheart, did you plug yourself?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. “I want both of you. I used the
largest plug.”

“Damn, that is a hot sight,” Quinn said reverently as he
leaned down and ran his hand over her bottom. He pulled the plug out then
pushed it back in.

“You sure, sweetheart?” he asked as Nash took the food and
placed it on the coffee table.

“Yes Sir,” she replied dreamily.

“And these toys, you sure you want to experience them all?”

“Yes Sir.” There was no hesitation in her voice.

“Good enough for me.” He looked up at Nash, who nodded.

“What’s your safe word, darlin’?” Nash asked.

“Bunny.”

“Let’s move this into the bedroom then.”

* * * * *

Crista tugged at the supple ropes that were holding her
spread-eagle on her back on the bed. They were tight around her hands and feet
but not uncomfortable. A blindfold covered her eyes and she held her breath,
listening for any hint of what was to come.

“Where are we at, darlin’?” Nash asked.

“Green, Sir,” she replied, giving him the go-ahead signal.
If she were truly in pain or afraid then she was to yell out her safe word
immediately.

Somehow, she didn’t think that would be an issue.

Already she was close to begging for their touch, desperate
for some relief, and all they’d done was tie her down and blindfold her. A
whisper of touch across both nipples had Crista sucking in her breath. Her
nipples strained to attention, begging for more.

“What was that, Sir?” she asked.

Nash chuckled. “What do you think it was, sugar? Here, I’ll
do it again. You guess correctly and I’ll suck on those pretty nipples. Guess
wrong and, well, I suppose I’ll just have to keep doing it until you get it
right.”

That light wisp brushed by her again. Oh, what was it?

“A-a scarf, Sir?” she asked. Something else tickled her feet
and she cried out, trying to move them away.