Primal Surrender (22 page)

“They’ll come to their senses, Claudia. They probably already have, but you won’t let them close enough to tell you.”

Shrugging, she sighed, “But what does that mean? Coming to their senses could mean they both agreed they don’t want me, or it could mean they are determined to have some sort of custody agreement over me. I don’t want to have to worry about spending too much time with one of them, and hurting the other's feelings.”

“Tell them.”

“Oh I did, I just didn’t say it so calmly.”

Zoey watched her thoughtfully for a couple of moments before she sat up straighter suddenly, “So tell me, if those two suddenly reappeared and asked your forgiveness, offering you a chance at a real ménage relationship with no stipulations, what would you say?”

“I would say hell has frozen over,” Claudia said with a giggle, dropping her spoon into her now empty ice cream cup. “In all honesty I would say yes. I miss them too much to have any other answer. It’s like a piece of my soul is missing without them. I don’t understand it, but it’s the truth.”

The wide grin that spread over Zoey’s face was the only warning that something was amiss, before two looming shadows spread over the table from behind Claudia. Her heart lurched in her chest, and she gasped when Ryker spoke.

“It’s about damn time you came to your senses, duchess. Life’s been pretty dull without you around.”

She turned, and felt her panties go damp at the sight of them. She knew she should be irritated with Zoey for setting her up, but in all honesty she was glad to know her friend cared enough to do so.

“I’m going to let you three have some alone time. Just do me a favor, boys, and take care with her heart this time. Next time you break it I’m going to tell my men to kick your asses.”

Claudia giggled at Zoey’s parting threat, but the moment the other woman was gone the laughter dried up in her throat. Mack’s eyes were wary instead of warm, and Ryker looked hesitant instead of cocky. What had she done to them with her rejection?

“So I guess you heard, huh?” she whispered.

Both men nodded, and Mack frowned, “Did you mean it?”

“Every word,” she responded without hesitation. It was time to face whatever future fate had in store for her, even if it meant they made her choose.

The corners of Mack’s mouth curled up into a wicked grin, and he reached for her, pulling her to her feet. “Thank God.” Instead of kissing her like she expected, he bent and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

“What the hell?” she gasped, bracing her hands on his lower back as he moved quickly across the street to his waiting truck. Ryker was right behind him and quick to open the door so Mack could deposit her in the front seat.

Ryker jumped in next to her, pushing her into the middle of the seat. Before she could protest, Mack was climbing in on her other side. She jerked her gaze back and forth between the two of them. “What are you doing?”

Laughing, Ryker dropped her purse into her lap, as Mack threw the truck into reverse and took off in the direction of her house, “We’re not going to give you a chance to escape us again, sweet cheeks. You just said it out here in front of God and the whole world. You’re ours, so buckle-up, buttercup. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

Chapter Twelve

They made it to Claudia’s house in record time, and before she could protest, Ryker had her over his shoulder and Mack was rifling through her purse for her keys.

“You could at least talk to me before manhandling me,” she griped, feeling slightly bruised and very dizzy from her upside down position.

“Last time we tried to use words you threw them back at us. This time we’re not talking. We’re going to seduce you into accepting us both as your men,” Ryker said, letting her slide down his body until her toes touched the floor, and then ravishing her mouth.

His tongue battled with hers as she drew every ounce of pleasure she possibly could out of the kiss. It was exactly what she had been missing for the last couple of weeks. She hadn’t realized exactly how interconnected they were, but now, with him kissing her in front of his older brother, she was on the verge of bursting into tears of relief.

Tearing her mouth away from his, she fought to regain control of her breathing only to have Mack grip her chin and turn her head to face him, “Do you remember when I told you that I need my woman to trust me to make the best decisions for her? This is one of those times. Do you trust me, Claudia?”

His silence seemed odd until she realized he was waiting for her to answer him. When she nodded, he took over where Ryker left off. The combined taste of the two brothers on her tongue made her knees weak, and she heard Ryker chuckle as she went limp against him while she kissed Mack. There was no jealousy or condemnation, just pure pleasure.

When Mack finally broke away from her mouth, she could barely think, much less speak clearly. “Can you walk up the stairs, sweetheart?” he whispered to her, his voice heavy with desire.

When she shook her head no, both men laughed. Ryker lifted her off her feet and instructed her to wrap her legs around his hips. Doing so put her sopping wet pussy in the perfect position to ride his erection and she wiggled against him with a sigh of pleasure.

Mack reached down and picked up a backpack she hadn’t noticed before, and then followed them upstairs to her bedroom. Once there, Ryker dropped her on the bed unceremoniously, and she watched wide-eyed as they both quickly removed their shirts and shoes.

Giving her a pointed look, Mack asked, “Why aren’t you undressed yet?”

“You’re serious?” she instinctively scooted backwards on the bed as he collected something black and soft looking from his bag and then stalked her direction.

“Of course we’re serious. This time you’re ours to play with. Remember what I said about me needing to have control most of the time? Well, you’re about to get an up close and personal look at how the Dominant/submissive relationship works in the bedroom. And before you ask, Ryker tops you, baby. So don’t go getting the idea you can boss him around or weasel out of this somehow by playing up to him.”

“I-I-wh-what?” she sputtered for a response as she watched Mack’s crystal clear blue eyes darken with heat. Reaching the headboard, she froze in her movements as she realized she had nowhere else to run. Did she really want to run? Mack was promising her an experience unlike anything she’d had before, so why wouldn’t she embrace it? “Okay, but I’m not calling you Sir.”

Mack froze, and Ryker burst into laughter behind him, drawing a smile to his brother’s face.

“Deal. Now no more talking. Lay back.” His instructions were given in a harsh demanding voice that made her clit tingle so she slumped down on the bed until she was lying flat. “Arms up.”

Lifting her arms over her head, she watched as he wrapped the black satin material in his hands around her wrists and then around the wooden headboard. Once her hands were secured he looked over his shoulder to Ryker, “Pass me the gag now.”

“Gag? Wait a second!” Panic filled her belly as Ryker retrieved another piece of heavier black material.

Mack held it in his hands in front of her so she could see it. “It’s not going to hurt you, and you should be able to make noise around it. You just won’t be able to cuss me for what I’m going to do to your sexy body.”

“I’ve read books about this. I know I’m supposed to get a safe word,” she argued, bringing another smile to his lips.

Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he tugged free his truck keys. Pulling a smaller than normal one off the key ring, he slid it into the palm of her tied up hand. “This key is special to me. The unit it unlocks holds all of my tools and gear from Saddle-Up. I should have sold it all when the business collapsed, but I couldn’t let go of it. I haven’t even opened the unit in more than a year. If we push you too far, you drop it and we’ll know. But, Claudia, don’t let it go unless you want us to stop everything.”

Her heart flipped over in her chest as she stared up at him. His leatherwork was precious to him. Letting go of this key would be like letting go of him, and the look in his eyes assured her he knew she would never drop it. Nodding to him, she opened her mouth so he could slide the black fabric in easily. Once it was secured behind her head, he bent and kissed her forehead.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Mack? I certainly can think of better things to put in her mouth if you just don’t want her to talk,” Ryker said, winking at her as he adjusted his hard cock behind his zipper.

“This is about teaching her she can trust us, Ryk. Until today we’ve let her have control of this relationship. It’s been about what she feels comfortable with, but now, we’re going to make her uncomfortable so she lets us in as her men.” Mack stared into her eyes as he spoke, and Claudia felt tears burn the back of her eyelids.

He had to know how uncomfortable she was already. She had never slept with two men at the same time, and she had never delved into the world of Dominance and submission. Part of her was afraid of losing herself if she submitted completely, and part of her wanted to be defiant just to see how far he would push her.

Ryker joined her on the bed as Mack retrieved his backpack and started removing items from it. Drawing out a pair of scissors, Ryker began cutting away the clothes she had never removed. Glaring at him as hard as she could only seemed to make him smile wider as he tore away the last remnants of her armor and left her naked for both of them.

While she was distracted by Ryker, Mack had removed a slim vibrator, a pair of pinchers of some sort, a bottle of lube, several more pieces of satin, and a small butt plug from his bag of tricks. Eyes wide with anxiety, she waited to see what he would do first.

To her shock, he slid into the bed on her other side, opposite Ryker, and the two men began to stroke and fondle her everywhere. Four hands can do a lot of damage to a woman’s willpower when used correctly, and she rapidly fell under their spell.

They each touched her very differently, Mack’s touch was controlled and firm, he took what he wanted, and gave pleasure in return. Ryker’s touch was a soft caress, almost reverent in nature, and as he touched her he couldn’t seem to keep from whispering his lecherous thoughts to her. Before long she was writhing under their hands, and neither of them had touched her hungry pussy yet. Every inch of her skin was electrified, sizzling as they stroked her, but she couldn’t beg them to fuck her, or even to give her an orgasm, because of the stupid gag.

Biting down hard, she envisioned herself hulking out on them and biting through it, and a choked laugh escaped her throat. Both men stopped what they were doing.

“You’re laughing? Did one of us tickle you?” Mack asked, frowning at her when she shook her head no. “Then we need to make sure you have nothing to laugh about.”

“Uh oh, duchess. I think you’re in trouble now,” Ryker teased as Mack picked up the pincher looking things and reached for her breasts.

Instantly she understood what he was doing and began twisting away from him, using her feet as leverage to wiggle out from under his hands. A sharp slap to her swollen tit stung all the way to her toes and she froze mid motion giving him time to clip one of the nipple clamps on. The tips were rubber covered, but it still hurt, and she whimpered when he tightened it just a bit.

“These are beginner clamps, sweetheart. You can take them.”

Ryker’s eyes were huge as he took in her plump nipples squeezed tight by the clamps. “Fuck. That looks like it hurts.” She was going to nod her agreement, but realized he was speaking out of genuine concern, so she shook her head at him. “It looks hot as hell. It’s making your nipples a deep cherry red color that makes my mouth water.”

Her pussy clenched at his obvious desire, and she saw Mack’s face light up in a smile. “If you like that, then you’ll love this.”

He took a chain, and clipped it onto both clamps and then tugged just a bit, sending lightening through her breasts. Her back arched and she yelped behind the gag. It hurt, but for some reason the pain quickly turned into warm heat making her ache for more.

“Now that’s pretty. Flip her over, Ryk,” Mack instructed, and Ryker moved to roll her onto her stomach. Mack grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto her knees. The chain dangled and gravity tugged her clamped nipples down sharply. “Look at this, Ryker. She’s got the perfect ass for spanking.”

Both men were behind her now, and all she could see was the satin wrapped around her wrists and the pillow under her elbows. Every movement made her tits swing like a pendulum and the clamps and chain sent fire rushing through her veins. In her mind’s eye she could see herself on her knees in front of both guys as they viewed her wide ass, and dribbling pussy. A flush of shame rushed through her and she dropped her head onto her forearms.

A sharp tug at her hair pulled her back up, and suddenly Mack was in her face checking her hand for the key. It was still snug in her palm, but he noticed the red tint to her cheeks and frowned. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. Ryker and I both love everything about your body. Your response to the clamps makes my balls ache, and I’m looking forward to sinking my cock into your ass after I spank it to a pretty pink color.”

She should have been more surprised, but instead she realized she was turned on. Relaxing, she nodded and cocked her hips to present her ass for him. The pleasure in his eyes made her glad she chose that route. Before Mack could move back to his place behind her, a heavy palm landed on the curve of her ass, making her jump.

“You should see how good my handprint looks on your ass, duchess. I think we should consider a tattoo,” he said as he ran his hand soothingly over the stinging skin.

Grunting her disapproval, she clenched her ass under his hand. Mack pinched the soft inside of her thigh. “Don’t worry, baby, he’ll get your handprint tattooed on his ass before I’ll let him tattoo your perfect skin.”

Soft lips kissed her tailbone, and another hand came down on the opposite cheek. “He’s right though, your ass looks as pretty as I expected it to with handprints on it.”