Pledging to Die (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 11) (36 page)

“Once, when she tied me up, she did this to me, and since then I’ve wanted to do it back,” he said, digging through her suitcase.

When he pulled out a pair of panties, her eyes went big because she knew where he was taking it.

“Callen.”

“Shut up,” he stated, right before shoving them in her mouth.

Ethan nearly exploded from that alone. He’d always fantasized about a dirtier, wilder Elizabeth—thus his obsession with her alter ego, Miss Kitty. There was something about the idea that the woman they loved was kinky in bed that tied him up in knots.

The men moved toward her, and Elizabeth shook as she was forced to remain trapped. Her legs were spread, her hands bound behind her with her own bra, and now she was silenced by her panties.

She got wet.

Really, really wet.

Ethan stared down at her. “She loves when we dominate her in bed. Look at her eyes. I bet she’s wanted this for a very long time.”

He made a mental note to add this kind of sex to their weekly repertoire.

This was pretty damn hot.

It took everything in her not to nod, but they were right. She loved when the men in her life took control. She had fantasies too, and this, along with the time they abducted her, was pretty high up there on the list.

“I say we take her. We just use her until we get off,” Callen said, playing with two very erect nipples. As he tweaked and tormented them, she fought not to break apart. It wasn’t easy. Ethan was tormenting her clitoris, and Callen was driving her insane.

She wanted to grind down on his hand in the worst way. The need was building like a fire in her gut. Apparently, they had pegged her on this one.

When she began shaking, they stopped touching her. It wasn’t easy, since both men wanted to bury themselves deep in her body.

“Do you want more, Elizabeth?” Ethan asked, climbing onto the bed beside her. When he rested against her, she rubbed her free leg up and down his as her response.

Ethan moaned as skin caressed skin.

Well shit!

This was going to be just as hard on them.

“Do you know what I love best about you?” he crooned in her ear as Callen knelt between her legs.

She shook her head.

“You’re like our own personal slut,” he whispered, his body getting hard at how he was talking to his wife. This was new to him, but he figured why not run with it? Obviously, Elizabeth was willing to give them a large amount of room to play. From the rise and fall of her chest, she was obviously enjoying every single second of it.

So, he was going for it.

Ethan Blackhawk was going to take one hell of a walk on the wild side—
like his brother always did
. 

She shook even more as Callen’s mouth found the most sensitive part of her body. As he worked her hard, she wanted to explode in the worst way.

“No,” Ethan said, touching Callen’s shoulder to stop him from driving her up and over the edge. “Don’t let her. I want her to suffer and to beg.”

Her eyes went big. Never had Ethan stopped her from having orgasm after orgasm. In fact, they prided themselves on pushing her over as many times as possible. It was like some pleasure filled game to them.

Now he didn't want to get her off?

What?

Well, this was new.

“You’re not allowed,” he stated, teasing her breasts with his breath and tip of his tongue. He loved how she was reacting to the simplest things, including the control in his voice.

To someone who bordered on obsessive control freak, this was hotter than hell. His fingers slid down her ribcage, across tight abs, and then back up again.

“You’re going to service us. Using your body, you’re going to make sure Callen and I have one hell of a time. If you’re a really good girl, maybe you’ll get off.”

She didn't know what to say. Not that she could object. After all, she was sucking a mouthful of lacy panties.

“Well?”

She nodded.

Callen got up and found a place against the headboard. When his brother took a seat beside him, he pointed at his dick.
“Ride it.”

She struggled back to her knees, neither man helping her. There were definitely going to make her work for it.

And that was more than all right with her. She was having one hell of a night with her men.

When she straddled Ethan’s lap, he directed himself deep into her body. His eyes never left the junction of her thighs as she slid him home.

He moaned.

Callen moaned.

And most importantly, so did she. The pleasure was almost too much to take.

Then, with a slap to her bare ass cheek, Callen ordered her to start pleasuring Ethan. She didn't hesitate, and when he ordered her to move faster, she obeyed.

Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to give them everything they wanted, and then some. She’d never been this hungry for their bodies. It was eating away at her, and she had to give them everything they craved—because she wanted it so damn bad.

Sue her.

She was a wanton Native chasing hussy.

“Oh, Lyzee,” Ethan murmured, watching his bound wife bounce wildly on his dick. This was something he’d never forget. In fact… “Miss Kitty has been a very bad girl.”

Callen groaned. “I love hooker fantasies where she’s our plaything. It’s so damn hot!”

She started to shake, but before the delicious heat could tear through her, she was yanked off his body.

Elizabeth groaned, begging through the panties.

“What was that?” Ethan asked, enthralled by this fantasy. He was madly in love with his wife normally, but this was one hell of a treat.

Callen laughed. “I think she said fuck me. I’m a whore.”

Blackhawk moaned, closing his eyes. His erection actually throbbed at his brother’s words. While he knew that thinking about his wife like that was so very wrong, he loved every second of it.

She shook.

“You’re going to show me some dick time, Elizabeth,” Callen ordered. “I want to be balls deep in you, so get to work.”

While Ethan was the more easily embarrassed of the two men, Callen had no problem with talking to her like she was, indeed, Miss Kitty.

She was very grateful for that.

This was hot!

“Come on, beautiful! Ride me hard! I want to see stars and don’t you dare cum.”

She straddled his lap, and when the thickness of his erection found its way deep into her body, she wanted to break apart.

It was heavenly.

Callen must have felt the tremors, because he wouldn’t let her move. She was bound, trapped, and now had a very hard erection buried in her body.

“I warned you,” he whispered, as Ethan’s hand crashed roughly against her ass. “You can’t get off until we let you.”

Elizabeth gasped at the sting of flesh hitting flesh. Ethan had never struck her that hard before. This was a testament to how horny he was. It appeared he was letting every inhibition go on this one.

When Elizabeth had calmed down, Callen leaned forward and bit her nipples, making her suck in a breath. Only, her eyes filled with tears as she nearly gagged on her panties.

Neither man felt any guilt as the tears slipped from her eyes. In fact, it only turned them on more.

“Ride me, Miss Kitty!” Callen ordered. “Show me what it’s like to have my own personal slut in bed.”

She did what he said. Slowly, she worked his body in and out of hers, and this time, she made him suffer. Two could definitely play at this game, and she was going to make the men regret pulling this fantasy out of the box.

She may be horny as hell, but she could make them bleed too. She knew them well.

Slowly, she moved up and down, riding his dick in earnest. The wet slide of his erection, and the heavy breathing, were the only sounds in the room until one, or both, men would moan in pleasure.

They were both suffering too, and that made her happy. Why should she be the only wild one in the room?

When Elizabeth would feel him get into it, she’d change up the rhythm to stop Callen from getting off.

She wasn’t the only prey in the room. Elizabeth knew her men, and what they needed to find that perfect release. While she might be their captives, she wasn’t going to go down without one hell of a fight.

It wasn’t happening. 

Callen growled. He was getting frustrated.

“Come on!” he ordered, as she rolled her hips, giving him a slow glide in and out. “I want more,” he ordered. “I need more!”

Ethan watched his wife seducing Callen, using her body to torment the man, and he couldn’t wait. The frustration in his voice made it even hotter. Why did they think she’d lay down and take it?

This was Elizabeth.

She ruled their lives. Even bound, she was finding a way to bring them to their knees. Callen was begging, and the tables were turning.

Ethan knew he needed to get back in control.

This was a sexy power struggle, and he wanted to win. No, he needed to win.

As Callen begged for her to end it, she began shaking. Ethan yanked her free, leaving Callen incredibly frustrated. He was breathing hard, and his chest was rising and falling with each ragged breath.

“I have to take her. I can’t wait,” Callen hissed, stroking his erection. “She made me crazy, and now she needs to get me off. Come here and get me slick,” he ordered.

Ethan grabbed his wife by the hair and shoved her head into his brother’s lap. In all honesty, he loved watching her pleasuring him.

Callen barely had time to yank the panties free before he drove his dick deeply down her throat. He moaned as she fought against him, struggling to breathe past his erection. When she looked up, more tears in her eyes, he knew what he wanted.

Grabbing her head between his large hands, he wouldn’t let her move. Instead, he fucked her mouth furiously. His hips kept moving as he buried himself all the way down her throat.

Ethan watched his brother, his hand stroking his own throbbing erection. He couldn’t wait to take his wife.

He needed it in the worst way.

Callen was in heaven as her throat muscles teased and tormented him. He was close, and he didn't want to explode this way. He wanted her riding him when he came, so he pulled her mouth roughly from his body. “Get on,” he ordered, right before shoving the panties back in her mouth.

He pulled her down hard, stealing a moan from her body.

“That’s right. Ride me.”

She didn't fight him. Instead, she did what he asked. When she glanced over her shoulder, Ethan was on the bed, licking his fingers to get them wet.

Yeah, she was about to get taken by both men.

Then she felt the wetness probing her ass. Elizabeth swore the temperature in the room shot up.

Callen stopped her from moving. When she leaned against him, he whispered so many filthy things in her ear, that she was surprised. They were way beyond his normal, dirty, lust filled thoughts.

She loved it.

“Yeah, that’s what I think about doing to you,” he admitted, watching Ethan get ready to take her. “I have no control when it comes to you, Elizabeth.”

She felt the same way. When it came to them, she was putty in their hands. They could mold her into anything, and she’d never complain.

Her eyes must have said as much, because Callen’s body tightened even more beneath her. “Make her scream,” he said, as she was leaning over his body.

Blackhawk wanted nothing more than to fill her.

He wanted to feel his body taking what was theirs. While other men had her in bed, they’d be the last ones sharing her body.

“I need this,” he said, right before shoving himself roughly into her ass.

She screamed and came at the same time. She couldn’t help it. The room spun, her body shook, and then both men punished her for slipping.

Ethan rode her ass hard, driving her up and down Callen’s erection. When he’d just about pop out, she was pulled back down by Ethan’s powerful hands.

She couldn’t breathe from all the pleasure. 

It was incredible.

Leaning over her, Ethan took control, driving the pace. Pulling the panties from her mouth, he wanted to know, “Whose slut are you?” he asked.

She shook.

“Oh God!”

“Answer me, or I’ll make this so hard you’ll walk funny for a month, Elizabeth.”

If that was supposed to be a deterrent, they were clueless. She almost wanted to fight them, only to feel more.

Instead, she gave up.

“You and Callen. I belong to you both!” she said, as he continued filling her. Both men were fucking her in earnest, and she couldn’t be happier.

When Ethan grabbed her wrists, using her bound arms as leverage, she nearly came again. It was Callen’s sexy voice in her ear, begging her to cover him with so much wetness that was nearly her breaking point.