Bound to Them (11 page)

Before panic could grow, Quinn attacked her pussy. There was
no other word for the way he nibbled, ate and licked at her. An erotic
assault—torturing her senses.

Nash kissed her neck, then bit down sharply. A tiny bite of
pain. Pleasure surged.

Maybe pain did turn her on. Just a little bit.

“Don’t come until I tell you, Crista,” Quinn growled as
though he sensed how close she was.

Crista shook her head. How the hell was she meant to manage
that? How could she possibly hold her release back? A tremor raced through her,
her pussy clenching.

“Please, please,” she begged, beyond any real coherent
thought. She could only concentrate on one thing.

Moist warmth surrounded her nipple, making it spring to
attention.

“Please what, Crista?” Nash asked, his voice so low she
could scarcely hear him through the pounding in her ears. Her pulse raced.
Sweat coated her skin.

“Please let me come, Sir,” she gasped.

“Very nice,” Nash approved, sending more surges of pleasure
through her. “You may come.”

Well, great, just because he’s given me permission, he
expects me to somehow
—
Oh dear Lord
, she interrupted her own thought
as orgasm surged through her veins. Her pussy clenched against Quinn’s fingers
as he plunged them inside her. Shocks of release trembled through her.

“Please,” she protested, her initial need sated, yet hungry
for more. “Please, I need someone inside me.”

The mattress shifted beneath her and she opened her eyes to
find Nash leaning over her. Glancing to her left, she saw Quinn standing,
sheathing that magnificent cock in latex. He threw a condom at Nash, who caught
it easily.

Nash held the small packet out to Crista. “Cover me, baby.”

Crista licked her lip and took hold of the condom. She
ripped open the foil packet and drew out the latex. Sitting, she grasped Nash’s
shaft and placed the condom over the head of his cock, frowning when it wouldn’t
roll down.

“Wrong way, darlin’,” he said, his voice strained, but he
smiled at her as she blushed in embarrassment.

“Oh. Sorry.”

He handed her a new condom which she slid over him,
smoothing it down.

“You won’t need any of this,” Quinn commented as he bathed
his covered cock in lube. “She’s soaked down there.”

Crista’s cheeks blazed even hotter. “Sorry.”

Quinn raised her chin. Damn, she was getting sick of this
thing they had about her meeting their gaze when she was embarrassed.

“Don’t ever say sorry for that. For being wet for us.
Understand me?” Quinn pushed her back. Nash moved over her, holding his weight
with his arms. Kissing her, he nudged his shaft against her entrance and then
plunged deep with one full thrust.

Both of them groaned.

“Shit, that is heaven,” Nash moaned. “Hurry up, damn you.”

For a moment she thought he was speaking to her. Then, as
Quinn moved behind him, she understood.

“You ever had your ass taken, Crista?” Quinn asked as he
positioned himself on his knees behind Nash.

“N-no Sir,” she replied as Nash grunted, dropping his head
forward, breathing deep. Crista drew her arms around him, sweeping her hands
down his back to soothe him.

“Good,” Quinn said, his voice slightly strained. “Damn,
Nash, you feel so tight around my dick.”

“Get ready, baby.” Nash winked as he pushed back then slowly
entered her. Inch by blissful inch. Crista whimpered, holding on to Nash
tightly. She clenched down on him, delighting in his heartfelt groan.

“Jesus.” His jaw was clenched, a look of strain on his face.
“Christ, being between the two of you is like heaven, and damned if it ain’t
gonna kill me.”

Quinn chuckled as Nash drew back against him. Nash’s skin
grew slick with sweat as Quinn upped his pace. She watched his face, the way
the pleasure made him appear younger, more vulnerable.

“It’s too much. I’m going to come,” Nash groaned. “Shit,
that feels good. So damn good.”

Quinn reached around, pressing his hand between her and
Nash, touching her clit with his finger. She hadn’t thought it possible but
another orgasm rose. She thrashed her head back and forth.

“You’re coming when we do, Crista,” Quinn ordered. “Get
ready.”

“No, I can’t. Please, it’s too much,” she cried.

“Don’t tell me what you can or can’t do. Just do as I tell
you. Come now.”

Nash bit his lip then let out a roar as he came. As if his
release triggered her own, the walls of her sheath undulated around the thick
cock invading her.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” Quinn said with
satisfaction. He moved faster, harder, pounding into Nash’s ass. Crista drifted
down from her high, staring up at them both in wonder as Quinn suddenly
stilled, groaning as he came.

“That was amazing.” She couldn’t stop smiling.

“That it was, darlin’,” Nash agreed as Quinn drew slowly
back. He walked off into the bathroom. Nash gave her a soft kiss as he left
her. Quinn returned, carrying a cloth as Nash entered the bathroom.

“Open up,” Quinn ordered, standing over her.

Confused, Crista opened her mouth. Quinn’s eyes twinkled
with humor. “I seriously doubt you want a mouthful of washcloth, sweetheart.
Part your legs.”

“Oh.” Sitting, she reached for the cloth. “I can do that.”

“Lie back and part your legs. Unless you’re hankering for
another punishment.”

“Too tired for that,” Nash groaned as he walked back into
the room and lay down on the bed. “Do as he said, darlin’. He won’t give in
until you do.”

Closing her eyes, Crista parted her legs, letting Quinn wash
her thoroughly between her legs.

“If you’d let me do this immediately, the cloth would have
been warm instead of cold,” he scolded as she shivered.

Nash grunted. “I don’t think she feels cold,” he said in
amusement.

“Ahh,” Quinn replied, deliberately swirling the cloth around
her clit with a grin. Crista bit back a groan. He chucked the cloth at the
bathroom door then lay down on the other side of her, pulling the blankets up
with him. “Save that thought, sweetheart. Now sleep, I need my beauty rest.”

“You certainly do,” replied Nash.

Crista fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Crista yawned as she exited the bathroom. She’d only had a
few hours sleep, but they were the best hours she’d had in weeks. Both men
glanced up as she entered the small kitchen area.

She blushed beneath their scrutiny. The only person who’d
ever paid her such close attention was Andrew.

And that was attention she could do without.

As she passed Nash, he swung out an arm and pulled her onto
his lap. His arms surrounded her, drawing her against his hard chest. He
nuzzled her neck, sending heat straight to her clit. How was it possible to
still want them both so much?

What would she do when all this ended and they left her?

She’d have to invest in some serious vibrators to make up
for their loss. They’d certainly put her small vibrator to shame.

Nash tugged at her head and before she could protest, he’d
released her bun, fingering her tresses so her long hair lay loosely down her
back. Drat, she figured they’d have forgotten about their request.
Request,
my ass.
She’d heard the order in their words.

“What did we agree about your hair, darlin’?” Nash drawled,
his thick-as-molasses voice bathing her skin with heat.

“We didn’t agree anything. I have to wear my hair up, it
gets in my way.” Although she couldn’t deny how feminine she felt with her hair
down.

“Beautiful,” Nash breathed, running a hand through the thick
strands. “Got a hair brush?”

Crista nodded.

“Good, go get it.” He helped her stand, moving her forward
with a sharp tap on her butt. Crista aimed a glare over her shoulder at him but
he merely grinned and winked.

Incorrigible.

When she returned, Nash stood and gestured for her to sit.
With a suspicious look, she gave in. Nash pulled her hair back, brushing the
long strands gently. Soon Crista closed her eyes, giving in to the delicious
feeling.

“You like that,” Quinn stated.

Crista opened her eyes. “Ah-huh,” she replied sleepily. “It
feels so lovely.”

Her eyelids closed until Nash stopped. When she opened her
eyes she found Quinn staring directly at her.

“Come here, Crista,” he ordered in a deep voice.

Rising, she moved toward him without thinking, just knowing
she had to obey that compelling voice. “Strip.”

She blushed.

Quinn chuckled. “What a shy little thing you are. Remember
what I told you last night. This weekend, when we’re alone, we’ll expect you to
be naked unless we say otherwise.”

She gaped at him in shock.

Quinn’s eyebrow rose. “Say ‘yes Sir’ and strip.”

“I can’t… Y-you can’t…” she stuttered, speechless. Walk
around naked? Where they could see every imperfection in the light of day?

Uh-uh, no way.

“Crista,” Quinn said in a low voice. “Strip. Now.”

“What if someone sees me?” Somehow being naked around them
was different this morning.

“There’s no one here but us,” Nash said reasonably. “What’s
really going on, Crista?”

Oh no, no way would she point out all her faults to them.

“Crista, look at me,” Nash said.

She raised her gaze.

“We like you just the way you are, understand? You’re
beautiful, hot and lush. I want to see that gorgeous body. I want to touch you
without having anything hindering me. We won’t let anyone else see you.
Although I’m sure everyone at Sinfully Yours would be jealous as hell if we
brought you there.”

“Amen to that,” Quinn agreed, his gaze hungry.

“Sinfully Yours?” she asked.

“Crista. Stop. Strip.” Quinn folded his arms over his chest.

Be brave. Be strong.
With shaking hands, she stripped
off her t-shirt. Both men’s gazes were riveted. Holding the attention of two
gorgeous, hot men was a heady feeling and gave her the courage she needed to
continue. Folding up the t-shirt, she placed it on the chair, then unbuttoned
her jeans.

Tugging them down her legs, she avoided Nash and Quinn’s
gazes and sucked in her stomach. Not that her efforts helped much.

Standing straight, she risked a glance. Both men were
staring at her hungrily, their gazes filled with admiration. Need. Sex.

“And the rest,” Nash prodded, his voice husky.

“Look,” she said reasonably. “I am not walking around
without a bra. My breasts are saggy enough as it is.”

“That’s another ten,” Quinn said.

She frowned. “Ten what?”

“Ten swats,” he explained. “You’ve already racked up ten for
procrastinating, now you just earned ten more for putting yourself down.”

“Grr, you are the most exasperating man,” she told him. “I’m
just telling the truth.”

“Your breasts are anything but saggy,” Quinn said. “They’re
lush, full and I could spend hours sucking on them.”

Heat fired through her.

“We’ve given you a direct order, Crista love,” Nash told her
as he sat back, arms crossed over his chest. He watched her from sizzling eyes.

And they expected obedience. As though she were a trained
pet. She glared at them both. Nash simply chuckled while Quinn gave her a dark
look filled with the promise of retribution. She swallowed. Oh hell, what was
she doing? She’d agreed to a weekend, agreed to give this a go and now she was
baiting them.

Really, really not a good idea.

She took off her bra.

“Panties off,” Quinn said.

Crista pulled her panties down, leaving her naked.
Vulnerable. She inched her arm up, wanting to cover herself.

“No hiding yourself, darlin’. We want to see all of you.”

Quinn leaned back in his chair. “Right now I want to see
your ass over my lap for your spanking.”

Crista gasped, feigning outrage. But her folds were slick
with moisture, her clit aching to be touched as arousal coursed through her.

“Come here, Crista.” Quinn held out his hand. Crista
released a deep breath and clasped his hand. She’d agreed to this. This is what
she’d wanted. She was not going to let Andrew ruin that for her.

Even if she could hear his voice in her head.
Frigid, fat
bitch.

She’d already proved him wrong. She wasn’t frigid.

And she wasn’t afraid.

Well, maybe just a little.

Quinn pulled her over his lap, positioning her so her ass
jutted into the air. Crista rested her palms on the floor, steadying herself.

“Legs apart, darlin’. Let me see.”

Her blush grew hotter as she split her thighs, knowing they
could see everything.

Quinn ran a finger through her folds. “Look how wet she is.”
She heard a sucking noise. “She tastes incredible.”

“Let me,” Nash insisted.

Another finger ran through her folds. More sucking noises.
Good God, they were killing her. She squirmed, needing more, desperate for them
to touch her clit.

Quinn smacked her butt. Hard. “Stay still,” he ordered.

She instantly froze. The heat from that one smack raced
through her body, making her skin tingle.

“Yum,” Nash commented. “My new favorite treat.”

“No way are you covering this pussy this weekend,” Quinn
told her. “I don’t want it covered again. No panties for you anymore,
sweetheart.” Then, before she could protest, his hand smacked down on her butt.
Hard. Heat. Stinging pain. A flush of pleasure.

His hand rained down. Smack after smack. When he stopped,
she lay panting over his knee, wanting him.

Now.

Quinn rubbed his hand over her bottom, spreading the heat.

“That’s incredibly hot,” Nash groaned.

“You have a beautiful bottom, Crista,” Quinn told her. “I
could get addicted to having you over my knee. I may turn into a strict
disciplinarian if you’re not careful, just to have the pleasure of spanking
this ass.”

“Don’t believe him, darlin’, he’s already a strict
disciplinarian. You should have seen all the subs he’s flogged.”

Crista instantly tensed. Fear radiated up her spine, cooling
her arousal.

“Shit,” Nash cursed as Quinn stilled. Then Quinn moved his
hand down to her pussy, running a finger up and down her folds.

“And I thought you were meant to be the smooth one,” he
scolded Nash. “I may have flogged some subs in my time, Crista, but I find with
you the personal touch is so much more enjoyable.”

Quinn flicked her clit and she arched, fear retreating as
pleasure arose. Then he thrust a finger deep inside her and Crista bit her lip
to hold back her cry.

“Uh-uh.” He smacked her with his free hand. “No holding back
anything. We want to hear every delicious sound you make.”

“Unless your mouth is busy, of course,” Nash said.

Someone drew her butt cheeks apart. She tensed as Quinn
withdrew his finger from her pussy and pressed the digit against her bottom
hole.

“Quinn,” she squealed.

“Hush,” he ordered as he pressed just the tip of his finger
inside her. “We need to start preparing this bottom to take us both.”

“We’ll go shopping,” Nash said.

“Oh yes, I can’t wait to plug this delightful asshole.”

“Oh God,” she cried, unable to deny how hot their words made
her. She shouldn’t be. She should be shocked, outraged.

Instead all she felt was a fiery, breathing need.

“I think Crista finds that idea hot, don’t you, baby?” Quinn
stroked her slick pussy lips. “Does the idea of one of us taking this ass while
the other one thrusts into your pussy turn you on, baby?” he asked her
wickedly.

Don’t make me say it!

He stilled. “Answer me, Crista.” His voice had grown low,
commanding. Crista shivered.

“Yes Sir.”

“Yes Sir, what?”

Drat, he had no intention of letting her off easy. “Yes Sir,
the idea of one of you in my-my pussy while the other takes me in my ass,” she
spat the word out quickly, “turns me on. Happy?”

A sharp smack landed on her butt.

“Watch your tone.”

Crista sucked in a breath as the smack reverberated throughout
her body. A tongue licked her clit as Quinn thrust two fingers into her pussy.

“Nash loves the taste of you. I know I’m feeling jealous
right now. Do you like this, baby? Nash’s tongue on your clit as I finger-fuck
you?”

Oh, he did not just say that.

“Y-yes Sir,” she gasped as he curled his fingers, stroking
that special spot inside her. How had he found it? She never had. Orgasm built
within her, her breath coming faster as she closed her eyes. She clenched down
on his fingers.

She groaned.

“That’s it, baby. Let us hear you. We want to hear you moan
and beg and cry out. We want it all. There will be no holding anything back.
Talk to us. Tell us what you need.”

Knowing it wasn’t a request, Crista shoved past her
embarrassment and, licking her suddenly dry lips, said, “I want to come.
Please.”

“Please what?” Quinn replied, his fingers doing something
magical that had her gasping, arching.

Oh man, oh no, she couldn’t hold herself back.

“Please, Sir,” she cried. “Please let me come, Sir.”

“Good girl. I want you screaming when you come, Crista. You
understand?”

“Anything, Sir, just please let me come,” she begged. She’d
have promised the world in that moment.

“Then come.”

Release rushed her, overwhelming her, roaring in her ears so
she barely heard herself screaming, could scarcely believe it was her. Her
whole body throbbed and shook, caught in the middle of an orgasm unlike any
she’d ever experienced.

Full consciousness came back slowly, in bits and pieces.
Both men murmured words of praise, running their hands over every inch of her
body as they turned her so she was sitting rather than lying on Quinn’s lap.

“Baby, you are so beautiful. I love hearing you scream.”

He held her close to his chest, cradling her. Tears welled
in her eyes.

Nash cupped her cheek. “Hey, now, what’s this all about?” he
asked, eyes full of concern.

“I’ve just never had an orgasm like that before,” she
explained. “It was…” She tried to think of a word to describe it. “Incredible,”
she settled on lamely.

“Don’t ever hold anything back on us, Crista,” Quinn spoke
in a low, husky voice. “We want every reaction, good or bad. I’ve never known a
woman’s scream to be such a turn-on.”

She wiggled, feeling Quinn’s impressive erection beneath
her. He sucked in a sharp breath so Crista moved again, teasing him.

“Sit still,” Quinn growled.

She giggled.

“Brat. Are you trying to make me disgrace myself?”

“No, I’m trying to get you to fuck me.” She blushed brightly
as she said the word. Both men gaped at her shock.

“What?” she asked defensively. “I’m not a prude.”

“You most certainly are not,” Quinn replied, running his
hand up her thigh. “But that word just doesn’t seem right coming from your
lips.” He smacked the side of her bottom. Crista shied away from that hand.

“Yes, I can see a lot of spankings in your future,” he
murmured in her ear as Nash tugged her legs apart and cupped her mound.

“Wet and hot. You are one hell of a woman, darlin’. God, I
want you.”

“Then take me.”

They moved so quickly she would have laughed if she hadn’t
felt the same sense of eagerness. Quinn stood, depositing her on the chair as
he joined Nash, both tugging off their clothes. Watching them strip, she found
herself breathless. They revealed bodies that were toned, tanned and so
out-of-this-world amazing that sometimes she thought they’d stepped out of one
of her stories. Men just weren’t built this way, were they?

“You continue to look at us like that, darlin’, and we won’t
even make it near your lush pussy before we come.”

Both men stood side by side, staring at her, their gazes
locked on her body. Then Nash held out his hand.

“Come,” he commanded.

Dazed by lust, she stepped forward, placing her hand in his.
He walked into the living area and sat on the sofa, drawing her between his
legs.