Forbidden Legacy (8 page)

So they wanted a show. She was happy to oblige. She slipped off her tennis shoes and then slowly shimmied the denim over her hips, leaving her thong in place. No sense in rushing things too much. It wasn’t like she had to worry about getting caught by her boss.

Once her jeans hit the floor, she kicked them off. Michael had only told her to remove the jeans, nothing else, so she paused. She was going to make them do a bit of work as well.

Harrison’s gaze never left her face. He lifted his finger, indicating that he wanted her to turn around. She never would have described herself as a submissive person, but clearly she’d never found the right lovers before. Both men brought out a part of her that wanted their dominance, their control. After a lifetime of making all the decisions, charting her own course, it felt wonderful to release the reins and let someone else drive for a while. It helped that she trusted Michael and Harrison implicitly. Neither of them would ever hurt her.

She spun, then stopped once her back was turned to them.

“Thong,” Michael barked. He didn’t bother to elucidate. She didn’t pretend to misunderstand.

Keeping her back to them, she tugged the elastic over her hips and bent forward to push the small scrap of lace down. As she did so, she treated her men to a bird’s eye view of her bare ass.

My men?

No. They were simply her lovers. For now.

Before she could rise, Harrison was there, stroking the sensitive skin of her ass. Then he placed a strong hand on her upper arm and urged her to stand. He bent closer and brushed his lips over her ear. “One of these days, I’m going to get you completely naked and in my bed.”

She turned and offered him a mischievous grin. “Maybe.”

He used his grip to direct her toward the center of the room. He gestured toward a small table in the corner. Michael picked up on the nonverbal clue and pulled it in front of her. Typically, it was used as a workstation, a place for doctors to set up their laptops to check email and do some paperwork.

Once Michael had it in place, he pointed to it. “Bend over.”

Alexis didn’t move, deciding it would be more fun to test Michael’s limits. To push him. The man was too used to getting his way. “Ever heard the word
please
?”

Michael grinned, but the expression didn’t comfort her. Instead, she felt that same sense of danger she’d experienced with him several nights earlier. What was it about that spark of fear that excited her so much?

Harrison tilted her face toward him with firm fingers on her chin. “Let’s save that game for another day. This really isn’t the place, and I’m fairly certain you don’t want your colleagues or patients overhearing us. Do as he said, Lex. But first…” Harrison grasped the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head. Then he reached into her bra and pulled her breasts out and over the lace. He bent his head and sucked first one and then the other nipple into his mouth, causing them to bud and ache.

When he released her, she shivered, her arousal slowly taking over. Her need was almost painful.

Alexis moved forward, draping her upper body over the cool surface of the table. She rested her weight on her elbows, her face up as she glanced from one man to the other. Neither had shed a single piece of clothing, nor did they appear to be in a hurry to move this game to the next level. She’d explained to them what she wanted, yet they seemed content to tease her, to play with her.

Her temper piqued. “Someone fuck me. Now.” They weren’t the only ones capable of issuing commands. The exhaustion, sadness and devastation of the past few days were catching up to her. Why couldn’t they see how much she needed this escape?

Harrison knelt in front of the table until his face was level with hers. “We know what you need, Lex. But you have to let go. Put yourself in our hands.”

“Fuck that.” She started to push herself up. If they weren’t willing to give her what she wanted, she’d find someone who would.

Michael stepped behind her, his crotch brushing her ass as he placed a powerful hand against her back and pressed her none-too-gently onto the table. “Don’t move.”

She continued to resist his hold, struggling to break free and rise. At this point, violence seemed as welcome a release as sex. She hadn’t lied about being numb. Lately, it felt like she lost a bit more of her humanity with each passing day. After a decade of death and pain and suffering, her ability to feel anything was quickly fading away. It terrified her. A doctor without compassion was nothing.

However, with Harrison—and now with Michael—the frozen parts thawed, allowing her to feel. Even if only for a little while.

Michael’s hand left her back, allowing her to stand. The freedom was short-lived. He stripped his tie from his shirt roughly and used the silk to secure her hands behind her back. “I’m perfectly willing to indulge your desire for a fight, Alexis. But be warned. You won’t win.”

She tested the bonds, amazed the slick material held. Without the use of her hands, Michael made quick work of positioning her over the table once more. She’d never experimented with bondage before—had never had a lover she trusted enough to try it with—but she was intrigued by the complete feeling of helplessness. Rather than scare her, it turned her on even more. Something she didn’t think possible at the moment.

Alexis startled when she felt hands in her hair. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything besides the screaming, clawing hunger radiating throughout her body. She glanced up to find Harrison looking down at her. He tightened his grip on her tresses, pulling her head up. Her scalp tingled, sending sparks straight to her pussy. He studied her face, and for the first time, she recognized the same intense need in his face. Harrison may be patient, but that didn’t mean he didn’t ache as well.

“You’re going to suck my cock while Michael fucks you from behind.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

Neither man hesitated asking for what they wanted, what they expected from her. She was grateful not to have to direct the play. With too many lovers in the past, she’d been the aggressor, the one in power. She’d never minded that, but she had to admit there was something exciting about being taken, used, controlled.

Harrison released her hair, dropping his hands down to unfasten his pants. Within seconds, his hard cock was free. Alexis licked her lips.

“Come closer. Please.” Her place over the table and her bound hands left her at a disadvantage. She wondered if Harrison would release the binding.

He must have read her mind, because he grinned. “You’re going to have to be creative, Lex, because you’re only allowed to use your mouth.”

She narrowed her eyes, lifting one brow to let him know she was up to the challenge. She repeated her earlier command. “Come closer.”

He shook his head. “Not yet.” Harrison’s gaze left hers, looking across the table at Michael.

Though she and Harrison had been talking, Michael’s actions hadn’t been lost on her. She’d heard him unzip his pants, felt his knuckles brush against her bare ass as he ran his hand along his cock.

She was curious to see him, so she started to turn her head. Harrison stopped her with firm hands on the sides of her head. “One night, we’re going to blindfold you. Play with you as you guess whose touch is whose.”

She started to tell him she’d win that game. They may not have been together much, but both men had distinct tells, unique ways of touching her. It added to her arousal. And her confusion. Sex wasn’t supposed to be this way. Or at least, that was what she’d always believed. Now she wasn’t so sure.

Before she could respond, Michael bent over her body and wrapped his arms around her as he cupped her breasts in his hands. He squeezed them tightly.

Alexis gasped, the sound so full of need, no one in the room could miss it.

Michael whispered in her ear. “Harrison told me you’re on birth control, but the choice is yours, Alexis. Do you want me to wear a condom?”

She shook her head, the word no falling from her lips before she could consider her decision. She’d promised these men a month. Four weeks where she would hold nothing back. Now that she was here, she intended to honor that vow, to truly test the limits of this bizarre, yet incredible arrangement. She hoped that somewhere down the line, her brain would kick in, give her some inkling of what she should say once the time limit expired. But until then, she was simply jumping in with both feet and letting the tide take her where it would.

Michael kissed her cheek softly. The sweet touch was a direct contrast to the rough squeeze he added to her breasts. Then he released her and rose once more.

The height of the table was a few inches lower than her body, a fact her back was starting to tell her. Without the use of her arms, she wasn’t going to be able to hold this position for long.

Harrison must have read her distress. “Lean on us, Lex.”

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and directed it toward her mouth. She opened her lips, anxious to taste, to offer this man something in recompense for the amazing orgasms he’d given her on his desk.

She tried to take him in farther, pushing on her toes in her attempt, but Harrison held back.

“She’s still trying to take over,” he murmured to Michael.

Michael didn’t respond. Instead, he placed a quick, hard slap to her ass. Alexis started to rear up, but Harrison caught her, his hands reclaiming their tight grip on her hair.

“You’re ours, Lex. It’s time you understood exactly what that means.”

He pressed his cock into her mouth, not ceasing his forward motion until the head brushed the back of her throat. She tried to move, to add her own rhythm to the blowjob, but Michael had a firm grasp on her hips, holding her still.

Harrison cupped her cheeks, directing their play, moving in and out of her mouth at a pace of his own choosing. Alexis had only just adjusted to his claiming when she felt Michael’s cock brush along her slit.

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as he pressed closer. His cock was large, thick. She imagined what it would be like to take one man in her pussy and the other in her ass. Michael had promised they would claim her like that. Problem was neither man was small. Both filled her in a manner that was overwhelming and amazing, but just shy of painful.

Michael’s inward trip was relentless. He didn’t work his way in with shallow thrusts. Instead, he continued to plow forward until every inch of him was buried deep.

Harrison hadn’t given up his own uncompromising drive into her mouth. He’d told Alexis to lean on them. They’d taken that option out of her hands. There was no leaning, only their strong hands holding her up, supporting her, letting her know they’d never let her fall.

Harrison’s thumbs stroked her cheeks, telling her without words that she was adored. Michael thrust into her roughly, telling her she was desired.

Her eyes drifted closed of their own accord as she relinquished the last vestige of control. She wanted to be possessed, owned, used.

Loved.

The last thought snuck in unbidden. Harrison had professed his love, told her it would make things easy. She wanted to believe that, but she’d never taken that final leap, never truly given her whole heart for fear of losing herself.

Michael tightened his hands, digging his fingers into her hips. She longed to add her own motion to the dance, but he was too strong, too determined she would only take, not give.

She tightened her lips around Harrison’s cock as her pussy started to clench. She was going to come—with or without her dominant lovers’ permission—and no force of nature could prevent it.

Harrison groaned as she dragged her tongue along the vein underneath his cock, finding ways to add extra stimulation without the use of her hands. She was determined he was going to join her at the end. She wasn’t crossing this finish line alone.

On one outward stroke, she added her teeth, nipping lightly at the tip of his cock, loving the salty taste as a drop of come touched her tongue. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging until she lifted her gaze. He was looking down at her, smiling, love written in every line on his face. The intense emotion sent a surge of tears to her eyes.

How had she lived a lifetime without this?

When he pressed to the back of her mouth again, she was ready. She swallowed him and Harrison gave up his fight to hold back. His body stiffened as pulse after pulse of hot come coursed down her throat.

She jerked when her own orgasm shattered, shaking her body so roughly she was grateful for Harrison’s flesh in her mouth. It was the only thing keeping her from screaming. Perhaps she’d been wrong to insist they take her here. God only knew who was outside the door, what they were hearing.

Harrison slowly withdrew and dropped to his knees before her as Michael continued to thrust. He hadn’t slowed his pace or offered her a reprieve. Instead, he’d pummeled through her orgasm, not giving her a chance to come down, to recover.

Harrison reached around her and untied her hands, which dropped heavily to the table beneath her. She gripped the slick surface, foolishly expecting the hold to ground her, but nothing could return her to earth. Nothing could save her except the next climax clamoring to escape.

Michael knew what she needed, yet he refused to grant it. He’d slowed his pace and begun to dip his cock in more shallowly. He was stoking the fire but holding back the blaze.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please.

Harrison leaned forward, kissing away her pleas. He brushed his tongue against hers and she briefly wondered if he could taste himself there.

Michael moved farther away, his cock leaving her completely. Alexis twisted away from Harrison, growling her displeasure at being left hanging.

Michael chuckled and slapped her ass none-too-gently. “You’re spoiled, Alexis. Too used to getting your way.” She realized Michael only used her real name whenever they were together intimately, returning to his standard Dr. Jenner the rest of the time.

She started to rise once more, but this time it was Harrison who was there to hold her down. He clasped her hands, pressing them to the table. “You need more, Lex. Admit it.”