Resistance (14 page)

They turned and hurried back inside.

* * * * *

Reena dreamed of happier times. Life before the Wars, before
the X-virus. Life being a free woman who could do whatever she wanted, when she
wanted and with whom she wanted. She’d had no plans except for becoming a
teacher, getting married and having kids. In that order. But one thing she’d known
for sure, she didn’t want to end up like her parents. Miserable.

She’d been raised by a mother and father who fought all the
time. That is, when her father was at home. Her dad was a five-star general and
away a lot. “Home” had been military bases all over the world.

When she was a kid, she swore she’d never travel again.
Never have anything to do with the military again. But the X-virus had changed
all that.

The day had started out simple enough. She’d been in her
third month as a substitute teacher at an all-boy's private school in Boston,
and the X-virus was just starting to make headlines. Rumor had it some
terrorist organization had unleashed it at an international women’s conference.
By the time the women had returned to their respective countries, they were in
full-submission mode.

Her father, “Sir General” as she referred to him when she
was pissed off at him—which had been often—had called and told her to return
home immediately. Home at that particular time was on a German military base.
She defied him. She was, after all, on her very first full-time teaching
position, and wasn’t about to run home because the general said so.

Besides, she had told him, she
was
home. She had a
quaint little apartment that overlooked Boston harbor and was in no mood to
return to the middle of her parents’ in-fighting. She hung up, pretending the
call had been disconnected, and hadn’t picked up the phone when it rang again
during her two-week Christmas hiatus.

Screw them.

She did, however, keep an eye on the news. Yes, it
frightened her that women were becoming submissive, but the news also said medical
authorities had the virus under control and there was no need to panic. Various
countries were putting any woman with symptoms under quarantine. So she had no
reason to worry, right?

In the meantime, she had her eye on a cute, hunky art
teacher named Brian Thompson. Too bad he’d gone home to his parents for the
holidays or she would have made her move.

She would ask him out when he returned to school. If she
played her cards right, they’d start dating and maybe she’d even have sex with
him. Back then, she’d taken her freedom for granted. She could go anywhere she
wanted, any time, without asking for permission. So she’d travelled to New York
City over the holidays and ended right smack-dab in the middle of a hot zone.

She hadn’t known it at the time. The X-virus was just
spreading outside the quarantine zone in New York City. New York…another first
for her.

The wild stampede of pedestrians, the endless stream of yellow
taxis…and Ground Zero. Now
that
visit had chilled her. She was exposed
to so many people. Hadn’t a clue her life would change so dramatically the day
after she returned to her apartment.

Sickness and extreme tiredness had knocked her off her feet.
Not only had the illness affected her physically, but emotionally and mentally
as well. It sapped so much strength out of her she could barely stay awake
longer than half an hour. Fear had encouraged her to call her parents and her
dad had a military escort at her door within an hour.

Two men in uniform had never looked so hot as she lay in the
backseat of their car. Despite the sickness clawing through her, she wanted to
have sex with them. She craved to have them fuck her. Needed it so badly her
entire body ached. It was then she realized she’d contracted the dreaded
X-virus.

And when those two men asked things such as “please step out
of the car” or “please follow us” she’d obeyed without question, relishing the
wonderful high that accompanied following their orders.

Her father’s fast thinking and getting her to the closest
state-of-the-art military hospital had saved her life. The doctors immediately
ordered blood tests. Within fifteen minutes, they confirmed her suspicions. She
had a version of the X-virus. The O version. A nurse was called in and, to
Reena’s horror and utmost embarrassment, the nurse sexually stimulated Reena until
she’d orgasmed. Relief had pulsed through her and she thought she’d been cured.

But the relief wouldn’t last long, the doctors warned. She
would need to orgasm when the symptoms came. Orgasms released certain hormones,
temporarily subduing the X-virus and keeping her sexual urges under control.

What a nightmare!

Her father arrived a day later. He didn’t so much as flinch
when the doctor told him what she had. He’d just kept that stern, emotionless
face and whisked her away to their country home in England—the one they rarely
used but paid through the nose for. He sequestered her there with a full-time
staff. She learned to masturbate on a daily basis. Learned to keep her illness
a secret. Soon the staff, mostly women, became ill. One by one they died.

Word came her grandfather had passed. Then her grandmother.
Her mother, too, quickly succumbed to the virus, leaving Reena disoriented,
panicked and abandoned.

Then the Terrorist Wars hit and the threat of the Claiming
Law. Her father got her into the Teachers Without Borders program and she was
shuttled off to Afghanistan where she assisted a very nice male teacher—Tyler
Outlaw, Cade Outlaw’s youngest brother.

It hadn’t been easy keeping her secret from Tyler, but when
the pangs of submissiveness began sweeping over her, she made her excuses, did
the deed, felt better and returned to the classroom.

Even now, in her sleep, the sultry shudders of lust and
pleasure threatened to pull her out of her dream. Her awareness of Blade and
Cade in the same room was so strong, she could smell them.

Cade’s clean, soapy scent, very near. Dark and dangerous. It
mingled with Blade’s spicy-pine smell, powerful and dominating. The combination
of both men was lethal. It made her do things she normally wouldn’t comprehend
doing—like drugging and fucking them.

Their fingers wrapped like handcuffs around her wrists as
they lifted her arms over her head and tied them to the headboard. They’d
restrained her legs already, spreading them wide, her ankles tied with silken
scarves to each foot post.

She struggled in her sleep, but the binds kept her in place.
She couldn’t get away. Wouldn’t, even if she could.

She inhaled as their mouths latched onto each nipple. Oh
God, how their moist, hot mouths burned her alive as they sucked furiously, the
bite of pleasure and pain knifing through her…

Reena came awake on a strangled gasp and discovered a set of
eager lips attached to each of her nipples. Blade and Cade. Shock snapped
through her. Sweet heavens! Was she awake?

Chapter Eight

Was her fantasy of Cade and Blade really happening? Or was it
just that—a fantasy?

Carnal pleasure raged through her and she twisted against
the restraints, moaning at the tremors embracing her. She’d heard some females
had several different mutated versions of the X-virus. Until now, she’d thought
she only had the O version. Had her version mutated into the F-Fantasy version
as well?

She stared down in stunned fascination as their tongues
lashed her engorged, ringed nipples, making her writhe beneath the pleasure.
The bindings on her wrists tightened painfully and she jolted with awareness.

Oh, goodness! This
wasn’t
a dream.

Just go with it. Enjoy what they’re offering. Enjoy this
punishment for using them without their permission.

“This isn’t happening,” she blurted, trying to gather her
self-control.

Both men stopped what they were doing and lifted their heads
from her breasts to stare at her.

Reena inhaled sharply at the dewy redness of their lips. How
long had they been sucking on her nipples, anyway?

“We thought you’d never wake up, baby,” Cade murmured.

“W…what are you doing?” Dumb question. They had her tied to
the bed! It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure it out. They wanted her. She
could read the lust in their eyes and a sultry hum of arousal shifted through
her every fiber.

“Tell us if you don’t want this, Red, and we’ll stop,” Blade
said. His voice was thick, drenched with desire.

“Why?” she replied and wrenched at her bonds. She should be
embarrassed, lying here, her breasts bared and only her panties between two men
and her pussy. She wasn’t, though.

It was insane!

“We’re returning the favor,” Cade replied. “Did you think we
didn’t know what you were doing to us?”

Her cheeks burned. Cade knew what she’d been doing? Did
Blade know too? But her embarrassment at getting caught was quickly pushed
aside as concern for their health gripped her.

“But your wounds will reopen.”

Blade shook his head and pointed to the white linen bandages
wrapped tightly around their upper chests. The two of them had been busy,
ensuring their wounds wouldn’t open while they plotted their revenge on her.

“We figured you’d rather have both of us attending to your
needs while we are here. Any opening wounds can be handled,” Blade replied.
“And you don’t need to fear for your life. I’ve decided pleasuring you is a
hell of a lot better than killing you.”

“And I’ve decided the government can do without you. I need
you more. Sorry if it sounds selfish.”

Cade parted his lips and sucked her left nipple ring into
his mouth. He smiled, showing her his even, white teeth and the gold ring. He
tugged gently.

“Harder,” Blade instructed, keeping his intense gaze on her
face. “She likes it hard, don’t you, Red. And I’m glad you decided to keep
these rings. They look great on you.”

She trembled as Blade’s hand slipped between her thighs and
beneath her panties. A hot finger pressed and twisted and rubbed against her
tender clit, wrenching some awesome quivering from deep inside her.

“Just say no and we’ll stop, Red,” Blade whispered.

Stop? Her head whirled at that one word. For a second, she
didn’t even understand what it meant. Stop what she’d been fantasizing about
for the past couple of days? How could she deny her fantasy?

Excitement at what they offered surged through her
bloodstream at lightning speed.

“Consider it a sweet punishment,” Blade continued.

She cried out as Cade tugged harder on her nipple ring.

“A simple nod of your head will suffice,” Blade breathed as
his finger continued its sensual assault on her tender pussy. She whimpered and
jerkily nodded. Blade grinned and Cade’s eyes glazed with appreciation.

“Let the punishments begin,” Blade said softly.

Punishments?

She yelped as Blade let go of her pussy. Quickly, he slipped
his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and with one fast tug, ripped
them in half.

“I hope they weren’t your favorite pair,” he said as he
lifted the fragments aside, allowing warm air to brush against her.

Her breath caught as he came up over her and nestled himself
between her spread legs, his wide shoulders pushing seductively against the
insides of her thighs. She whimpered with anticipation as his head dropped. His
hot breath seared her pussy.

“Don’t think I haven’t thought about having your sweet pussy
in my mouth, Red,” Blade murmured.

She didn’t miss Cade’s curious grin at Blade’s comment. He
certainly seemed eager to know more about her past with Blade.

“Rest assured, Cade,” Blade winked at the other man, “one
taste of her and you’ll be hooked just like I am.”

“I can hardly wait,” Cade said, letting go of her nipple
ring. His intense gaze had her trembling with need.

“She’s got rings down here, too,” Blade purred.

Sweet lightning lanced her labia as he took the rings into
his mouth and tugged none too gently. She creamed and he lapped at her opening,
slurping her arousal into his mouth.

An animalistic groan from Cade had her tensing harder. His
eyes blazed with hunger. He lowered his head toward her other breast, his hand
cupping her. He held tight while he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Pleasure
snapped through her as both men orally tended to her. The exquisite vibrations rocked
her and she couldn’t stop from crying out and rising against her bonds as a
body-wrenching orgasm whipped her into submission.

* * * * *

“Trade places, Cade,” Blade gasped from between Red’s
thighs. “I need to feel her lips wrapped around my cock.”

Cade didn’t stir and annoyance whipped through Blade. Cade appeared
to be so into sucking Red’s nipple, he was oblivious to Blade’s desperate
request. Frustration smacked through him and he growled.

Cade moved quickly, releasing her nipple with a pop. He jerked
his chin for Blade to untie one of her bound wrists while Cade did the same,
fumbling while using his left hand.

“Get her to the edge of the bed.” Cade indicated the foot of
the pullout bed where Reena had made her sleeping quarters.

Blade untied her wrist on his side. His gut clenched
fiercely at the scorching heat shining in her eyes. He couldn’t wait to have
her lips wrapped around his shaft. Couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Once her wrists were free, he strolled down to the foot of
the bed where he and Cade grabbed her ankles and tugged her to the edge. They
positioned her on her back, legs bent, knees in the air, her feet planted
firmly on the mattress.

They brought her arms up over her head and, after
lengthening the ropes, they bound her wrists again.

Stroking his engorged cock, Blade moaned as sultry quivers snapped
around his shaft. Cade put his hands on her knees, bringing those trembling
legs gently apart, allowing the two of them to gaze at her intimate parts while
they quickly donned condoms.

Her pussy looked so beautiful. Her labia lips were swollen and
pink from when he had just taken her into his mouth, and the rings glistened a
breathtaking gold against her flushed flesh. He lifted his gaze to her face and
his gut jolted at the erotic desire flaring in her eyes and the lusty rose blush
of her cheeks—a color that almost matched the red of her hair.

She shuddered and moaned softly as Cade climbed onto the
bed, came down between her legs and slid his condom-sheathed cock into her wet
vagina. Blade let out a slow, deep breath at the carnal sight and fought for
control of his senses. He wanted to take her. Bad. But he also wanted to watch
her getting fucked by another man.

Her hands curled into tight fists and she arched her lower
back as she accepted Cade. Blade’s cock jerked at her sexy whimper as Cade
pulled out and thrust into her again.

With every stroke, her breaths grew heavier and faster. The
succulent slurps of wet sex vibrated through the air along with Cade’s groans
and Red’s sultry moans. When Blade could no longer hold the need to take her, he
quickly crawled onto the bed, maneuvered his way past Cade and got into
position with his knees straddling her shoulders, his hips over her face.

He stared down at her. “Open your eyes, Red,” he urged
softly, very impatient to come.

Her eyes fluttered open and she seemed surprised to find him
peering down at her from overhead. She smiled quickly and opened her mouth. He
slid in and her velvety lips snapped like a vise around his highly sensitized
cock. He gritted his teeth against the succulent pressure. Her mouth tightened
and he sensed her nearing climax. He wanted to come with her.

Keeping a tight restraint on his need for release, he moved
his hips slowly, sliding in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. Her
guttural moans grew deeper and more strangled as he picked up his pace.

Movement to his left had him turning to find their
reflection in the glass panes of one of the living room windows. The threesome
looked awesome. Cade stood at the edge of the bed, his hands on her
outstretched knees while he fucked her. Part of Blade’s engorged cock disappeared
into her mouth. But he couldn’t watch long, because her sultry breaths quickened
and her mouth tightened, alerting him she was about to orgasm.

He slid in and out of her mouth, matching Cade’s thrusts, pushing
her body closer to the headboard every time he entered her. If he didn’t come
soon, he would lose his mind from this awesome killing need.

* * * * *

Cade swore he was dying and going to heaven every time he
entered her tight, wet vagina. Her muscles gripped his cock in a warm, wicked
welcome. Blade was right. The harder he thrust, the sultrier her moans, the
more she enjoyed the sex.

Those intoxicating mews of hers were like heat-seeking
pleasure missiles bombarding his body. The erotic way her muscles in her
abdomen tightened, the sweetness of how her body jerked and wrenched with his
every sensual thrust had him ready to explode. Have mercy, he was going to burst
the minute she came.

* * * * *

Whatever they were doing to her, the exquisite pleasure had
Reena’s senses soaring onto a plane she’d never encountered before. Having a
man fucking her mouth at the same time another fucked her pussy had her jerking
toward a climax she sensed would be the ultimate experience.

Blade’s swollen erection plunging in and out of her, making
love to her tongue, her teeth, her lips, had her straining toward an exquisite
fire uncurling deep inside her core. Cade plunging hard and fast had her heady
with excitement and wicked need. The harder Cade fucked her, the deeper she wanted
him, the more she needed from him. It was crazy. It was beautiful.

Her vaginal muscles burned for release and her mind fragmented
as she tried to comprehend the exhilaration of having these two dangerous men
fucking her. They played her body as if it were a musical instrument. Their
thrusts and groans touched emotional and physical cords at every level of her
being.

In her past, she’d been with several men at the same time. But
Will and Cade impaling her, stretching her, drawing her toward her own pleasure,
pushing their own needs aside as they awaited her orgasm, was something she’d
never experienced before with a man. Or in other men.

They put her needs first. Their concern for her pleasure was
such a sensual act she swore it turned her on even more. She began to cry out
their names as they kept fucking her, drawing her closer to those lusty flames,
their hard, driving strokes so sensual, powerful, perfect.

Her muscles clenched and spasmed around their plunging
members and the orgasm snapped into her with such gut-wrenching, exquisite
speed, every part of her danced and convulsed in unison. Vibrations rocked her
and sultry flames embraced her, hugged her and loved her. From somewhere far
away, grunts and groans echoed in her ears as they dove into the inferno of
pleasure, losing themselves right along with her.

* * * * *

The wind and icy snow snapped against the cabin’s old window
panes with such fierce intensity, Reena feared the windows would cave inward,
shattering the old, brittle glass into a million tiny pieces. But as the night
hours ripped by and nothing happened to the windows, a serene quiet sifted
through her.

She lay peacefully between the two big naked men as they
slept soundly and snored. Sometime during the night, they’d untied her bonds. When
she awoke to find herself free, she’d immediately thought of escape. The
survival instincts she’d honed over the years were certainly alive and well and,
for a few brief, intense moments, she decided it best to sneak out and just
leave them here. But if these two brutes had meant to hurt her, they could have
easily done so by now.

Especially Blade. He’d been sent to kill her and somehow
that mission had changed for him. She was still alive. Besides, if she were to
die, she’d rather it be by his hands than a stranger’s.

Stuck in a desolate cabin without electricity, in the middle
of yet another blizzard, with two guys who’d gotten shot in their efforts to
rescue her, was the safest place for her to be. She could trust them. Reliance
was in such short supply these days.

They’d been exquisite lovers and she swore she’d never been
so wonderfully sore, or so satisfied and lusciously loved.

Those were crazy thoughts because she barely knew these men.
Maybe that was for the best. Maybe if she knew more about them, she would be
scared and fear for her life once again. Right now, though, she didn’t want to
be afraid. She just wanted to live in this afterglow lullaby. These two men
were her knights in shining armor. They’d saved her life and, despite her
saving their lives, she still owed them because they never would have been hurt
in the first place if she hadn’t wandered away in a blizzard.