Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (13 page)

“I noticed you clenched an awful lot when Grant spanked you the other night.”

Every muscle in her body tightened including the tight ring in her anus as she realized what he planned to do next.

“Let’s see if you still will with the ginger filling your ass.”

She felt something cool lie across the cheeks of her ass and remembered the purple flogger she had touched just before the coolness left her flesh only to be replaced by a vicious sting as he brought the flogger down hard across her bottom. She bucked, her nails digging into her palms around the stirrups she held, her ankles pushing back on their bindings, her ass clenching tightly around the ginger. Heat seared through her, drawing a mewling cry from her lips as it spread from her ass to her pussy to her breasts.

“Hmm, I guess you will.” Cade smacked her again before she had a chance to relax and her entire body shook as the line between the pleasure and pain reached its breaking point.

“We’ll have to work on that. I want you welcoming the smacks. I want to see your ass jiggle instead of tightening each time you’re spanked.”

The flogger fanned her ass again. This time, the suede straps slipped between her widespread legs to slash at her pussy lips. She screamed, her eyes filling with tears behind the blindfold even as her desire soared.

Absently, she sensed Grant move, felt him position himself between her legs, felt his hands glide up the backs of her thighs to cover her stinging bottom. One of them, she guessed it was Grant, grabbed the end of the ginger and slowly began fucking her ass with it.

“One time will do for tonight,” Cade told her. “That’s all it will take is one time of you not clenching when I smack you and the spanking stops.”

The ginger stilled in her anus as the flogger slapped her flesh again, catching her ass and her pussy lips, and the pain morphed to an all-consuming pleasure. She couldn’t help but clench, couldn’t force her body to relax when every inch of her burned for more. Cade spanked her again and again, Grant steadily fucking her ass with the ginger between smacks, until her ass and cunt wept for relief.

“Please, Cade, Grant, I’m going to come.” She couldn’t hold it off. The pleasure and pain collided until it ruled her soul with the intense need to find release.

“If you do, we’ll flip you over in this swing, put the ginger in your pussy, and spank your pouty lips with it inside you,” Grant warned, moving the ginger in slow circles inside her anus.

No. Oh, God, no.
She would die if they did that. The mere thought had her pussy lips tightening, her clit pulsing spasmodically. Somewhere deep inside, she found a control she didn’t know she possessed and latched onto it. When the flogger smacked her flesh again, her bottom clenched, but only a little.

“Not bad,” Cade said, his tone ringing with approval. “That will do this time.”

* * * *

Cade tossed the flogger to the floor and caressed her reddened ass. He glanced at Grant, saw equal parts surprise and understanding in his friend’s eyes, and shook his head once. Grant hadn’t expected him to let it go at that. With any other woman, he would have been ruthless in his command that she not clench her bottom. He would have continued to spank her no matter how many welts he left behind until she listened.

Justice hadn’t quite listened, but she had tried. Watching her attempt to obey, listening to her moans and pleas of pleasure, had pushed him to an almost uncontrollable edge. He needed to be inside her. His cock ached, desire turning to whips that slashed at his shaft and balls until they stung in agony.

His dick wasn’t the only part of him that hurt. His chest felt tight, constricted by a band of emotion he knew wouldn’t loosen until he took the final step in claiming the woman he loved. He gazed down at her ass and watched half-attentively as Grant eased the ginger from her anus, his mind twisting with thoughts he couldn’t pin down. He spotted a couple of small welts on her cheeks the spanking had left behind and tenderly moved his hand over them, confident they would heal by morning.

“Did you enjoy your spanking, darlin’?” He lifted his gaze, skimming it over her arched back, watching as she slowly lifted her bowed head and nodded.

“Yes, but Grant took away my toy. I need it back, please.”

Despite her almost childish choice of words, hearing her ask for the ginger to be put back in her anus was one of the most erotic things he had ever heard. This was the woman who would be with him and Grant from now on. The hard-edged, stone-willed prosecutor by day, and their fully obedient angel by night. Damn, how he loved her.

“Do you feel empty? Did you like the way the ginger filled you?” He let his hand glide down the back of her leg as he walked around it, pausing to let Grant move from between her legs before he positioned himself in that spot.

“Yes. It felt good.” She shuddered as the denim of his jeans brushed her inner thighs. “But I need to come. I’m so close, Cade. Please, touch me. Make love to me now.”

Cade unfastened his jeans and pushed them, along with his briefs, down his legs. “I am, sweet thing.”

He took the tube of lube Grant handed him and squirted an ample amount on two fingers. Spreading the cheeks of her ass with one hand, he pushed the fingers inside her, pleased when her opening stretched for him easily.

He smiled when she sucked in a deep breath as he probed his fingers deeper in her anus, loving the way she moaned from her pleasure, the way she wriggled her ass as she became accustomed to the feel.

“You’re ready, aren’t you? This is where I’m going to make love to you.” She whimpered, the sound part plea and part anticipation. “I want to feel your tight ass close around my cock. Will you come for me this way, darlin’?”

“Yes.” She hissed the word, gyrating her hips faster as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her anus. “Will you let me come?”

That’s my girl.
Even in her obvious state of complete submission, she maintained enough of her strength to remember the lessons he and Grant were teaching her. “Are you asking for permission?”

“Yes. I don’t know if I can stop it with you inside me.”

“You could and with enough practice you will. However, this time I won’t make you.” He wasn’t going to be able to hang on for shit once he got inside her sexy body tonight. Watching her body’s response to him and Grant as they spanked her and toyed with the ginger in her ass had already put him in a dire need to come.

He gripped her hips, angling her in the swing until her anus hovered just above his fully erect cock, and slowly pushed inside her. Inch by glorious inch, her tight anus opened for him, hugging his shaft like a gloved fist. She moaned, her head thrashing, her body bowing as he buried his cock in her ass to the hilt.

He stopped there, consumed by the pleasure washing through him, by the emotions gripping his chest. He didn’t just sink into her ass. He descended into a world he had never known, one obsessively addicted mind, body, and soul to this woman, one where love was the true dominating force.

He folded himself over her, brushing a tender kiss to her lower back.
I love you.
He had never said those words to a woman and had always sworn to himself when he did, it would never be while he fucked her. It seemed too much like pillow talk to tell a woman he loved her in the middle of having sex. Lucky for him, the closest pillow was far behind him on the other side of the room.

“I love you, Justice.” He didn’t give her time to return the words, didn’t need to hear them from her right now. He only wanted to make sure she heard them, that she knew they came from him, that she felt them as he started to move his cock in and out of her ass.

He made the first few strokes measured and easy, but quickly lost control of the pace as the tingling pressure of his release built in his balls and shaft. The sounds she made, quiet, sexy, sultry moans and cries, stroked his cock as effectively as her tight little ass, driving his need for release on a demolition ride sure to demolish him any second.

“Cade, I’m going to—”

Come. Yeah, he got it. He felt her body grow taut in his grasp and her inner muscles tightened until her ass had a death grip on his cock. Her body shivered violently as the orgasm tore through her.

Listening to her, watching her, feeling her did him in. He pistoned his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her in a reckless abandon that ripped his release straight from his soul. He growled as hot semen spurted from his cockhead, filling her ass, and making him light-headed from the loss of control.

His heart nearly pounding out of his chest, struggling for breath, he brushed another kiss to her back before he eased his cock out of her amazing body. He stumbled as he turned and tried to walk with his jeans and briefs around his ankles. He met Grant’s gaze, saw the laughter on the other man’s lips and the keen approval swirling in his eyes.

“My turn.” Grant moved between her legs, eliciting a low-throated moan of sheer desire from her as he positioned himself to enter her pussy. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes. Grant, I need you, too.”

Cade smiled as he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants. He watched while Grant made love to their woman and hoped with all his heart that he had managed to do what Grant had told him he should. She knew they loved her, but that wasn’t enough. They had to make her truly believe it. Tenderness wasn’t something that came easily for him, even with Justice. With any luck, the little bit he had managed tonight had been enough to start convincing her what he and Grant felt was unconditional, powerful, and, most of all, eternal.

A ray of bright sunlight drew Justice from the paradise of sleep. She opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as her vision took its dear, sweet time to adjust. She ached all over, but it was a delicious kind of dull pain, one that brought back every spectacular memory of last night. She lay on her back with her arms stretched above her head, tethered to the headboard by a set of semi-forgiving leather cuffs attached to a restraint strap. She tipped her head back, pulling on the straps in an attempt to see if she could free herself. The straps gave enough room to move, but not so much that getting free alone would be possible. They had bound her ankles in the same fashion, leaving her the ability to move her legs, but again, stealing any chance of solitary freedom.

They left me this way!

Not that she could find the strength or want to within herself to complain despite the tingling in her arms and the ache in her shoulders. After the way they had made love to her over and over again, what woman in her sane mind would reprimand them for passing out beside her before releasing her bonds?

And they had passed out. After teasing her relentlessly while denying her permission to come, they had finally given her an orgasm that she rode on for what felt like an hour, then collapsed beside her. They lay on either side of her now sleeping like babies, Cade with an arm draped over her chest and Grant with one leg sprawled over hers.

She turned her head to Cade first, studied his face, and smiled. In sleep, his handsome features were fully relaxed, sweet and gentle. She didn’t see any signs of the hard-edge d, powerfully dominant alpha cowboy public defender she knew him to be.

He was gentle last night.

Yes, he had been. Even when he spanked her over and over again with the flogger, when he had tortured her with the ginger, preparing her for the fucking he had given her ass, she had felt a tenderness in his touch she had never expected.

I love you, Justice.

His huskily spoken declaration reverberated in her memory. Not darlin’, not sweet thing, or any other endearment he could have thought of. He had used her name, as if making sure she knew she was the only woman in his heart. Those four little words had consumed her. They had filled her with so much emotion she had cried behind her blindfold. She hadn’t been able to reciprocate the words, not that he had given her the chance.

“I love you, too, Cade Mason,” she told him now in the softest of whispers. “With everything I have, everything I am.”

When her eyes started to fill with more tears, she turned her head away from him to look at Grant. Her second lover slept as peacefully as Cade, his softer features even more lax than normal. Making love to him last night had been pure tenderness despite his dominant edge. He wielded a gentler hand than Cade, all the while making sure she knew who was in control.

She hadn’t cried the first time he had told her he loved her, that they loved her, she realized and couldn’t help but wonder why. She certainly hadn’t been expecting it. Instead, she had been in pure shock, and by the time that astonishment had worn off, she had been angry with them.

You’re far from angry with them now.

She silently laughed at the thought. How could a woman be anything but deliriously happy after a night like the one they had just shared? For the first time in her life, she felt complete, settled, and thoroughly satisfied. It was only Saturday morning. She still had two days left before she had to return to the real world. What would be in store for her today?

When you hear one of us tell you it’s time, you’ll know.

She sucked in a quick breath as Grant’s words echoed in her memory. The bet. Dammit, she never should’ve started that. She had known she would have to tread carefully with them. She had tried and fuck if she hadn’t gotten all cocky after winning two out of three and let herself believe the overall victory would be hers.