Taken by Two (12 page)

“Penny, come here.” Rex’s rich voice drew me to him, but I was stubborn. “No, just drink your drinks and smoke your smokes. I’ll just hang over here with my friends—oh wait, I don’t have any.” Rex leaned into Nate, the orange glow from the end of the fat cigar in his left hand flaring as he brought it to his lips and puffed. They were close, their legs touching as they sat on the stone bench in Rex’s garden at the side of the house. Nate leaned in even closer, his lips whispering something into Rex’s ear, causing a raucous belly-laugh from Rex.
They are making fun of me.

I’d been at the compound with the two men for the prior weeks, and we’d grown closer. I felt like this was the home I’d always craved, but never knew existed. At times, however, I had growing pains from the sudden infusion of life with two men. In Vegas, partying and having random sex with lots of men was common, but I’d never lived with one. I was an only child, and my father was never around our day-to-day life. With Rex and Nate, however, I often felt like I’d been tossed into a frat house. I didn’t always understand them, and sometimes felt left out. The tension was magnified by the fact that I was younger. Nate was in his late twenties and had been on his own running a business for years, and Rex was in his forties—stubborn and set in his ways. At twenty-four, I definitely had a lot of growing up to do.

Minutes prior to my storming off in a huff, Nate had told a joke. A joke I didn’t understand. “Hey Pen, what’s the square root of sixty-nine?” I, of course being decent at math and not getting that it was a joke, answered, “Uh, eight something, I’d need a calculator.” The men burst into peals of ridiculous laughter, and I felt targeted—ridiculed. My entire life, despite being a good student, I’d been treated like a dumb blonde. That night, my insecurities crushed down on me, and I made a mountain out of a molehill. As the men laughed at what I later understood to be a joke from Nate, the punch line being, “Ate something,” a sexual innuendo, I took it far too personally. I flew out of my chair, tossing my wineglass into the lush lawn, and raced toward the house.

“Fuck you both!” I howled at them as I made my hasty retreat. Rex’s head snapped toward me as I yelled at them.

“Penelope, if you act like a child, I’m going to treat you like a child.” His tone was stern, but Nate was laughing as he sipped his bourbon.

“You do anyway!” I turned to leave, but paused at the path to the house. I hoped one of them would chase me, preferably Nate.

“Oh do I?” I stood still, listening for footsteps behind me.

“Penny, come here,” he commanded once again, his voice serious.

“No.” I stood on the path facing the house.

“Okay, if that’s what you want—I’ll show you how a child is treated.”

I heard the men rise, Nate’s giggling now gone quiet. The curiosity was too much, and I turned to face them. Rex snuffed out his cigar in the heavy ashtray, and Nate followed suit.

Rex looked directly at me, the crystal tumbler of liquor in his right hand. “Come here or I’m going to spank that perfect ass.”

“You wouldn’t!” I squealed, my insides quivering in both fear and anticipation.

“Oh, Princess, I would!” He set the glass down and started toward me in long strides. I turned and ran toward the house, but Rex was too fast. In seconds he had me over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and was carrying me into the house.

Nate chased after us, calling to Rex, “Hey, hey, let’s slow down a minute…uh…”

“Slow down? I think your firm ass might be reddened to match hers.”

“Oh,” Nate answered, his words dripping with lusty need.

The anger dissipating, I smacked playfully at Rex’s back as he hauled me through the house, my billowy mini-skirt floating up to reveal my bare butt cheeks, my lacy thong leaving plenty of skin exposed. By the time he deposited me on the center of the bed, I was in peals of laughter. Rex maintained his stone-cold demeanor as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Over my knee, Princess,” he pointed to his lap.

I’d never been spanked—not as punishment, not erotically—never. But, I was no stranger to sexy BDSM books, and although I’m not into pain, the idea of Rex’s giant hand across my bottom, with Nate watching, had me soaking my panties. “Hurry or I’ll spank you harder,” he barked. I crawled across the bed toward Rex. The room was lit only by the golden glow of the bedside lamp. Nate was crouched on the floor in front of us, his back against the wall. The glimmer of excitement was mixed with concern—I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me that I didn’t want. As Rex said, I didn’t need one, but Nate would always be my knight in shining armor. As I positioned myself across Rex’s powerful thighs, I winked at Nate and smiled. He nodded and licked his lips, leaning back against the wall, his legs parting into a wide V.

Rex lifted my skirt and pulled my tiny thong panties to the side. “
Fuck, Princess, you’re dripping wet
,” he marveled, dipping a large finger inside me. He pulled it out, licked it, then slid it back in. I moaned a loud, wanton, “
Ah!
” as he pulled the finger out again. This time, he held it out to Nate. Without a word, Nate crawled over and sucked Rex’s finger, covered in my slippery arousal. As Nate sucked, I could feel Rex harden beneath me, his cock pressing into my legs through his jeans. He made one last dip into my throbbing pussy, this time holding his withdrawn finger to my lips. “Suck,” he commanded.

His large left palm spread across my ass, gently kneading, as I sucked my own fluid from his salty right index finger. “I’m going to pardon you, sweetheart,” he said, pulling my skirt back down over my ass. “No,” I blurted out, turning my face toward him. He smiled. “You’re such a naughty girl, Penny—you
want
to be spanked?” I pushed my lower lip out, “Yes, please, I’ve been so very bad.”

With a sigh, he said, “Okay,” and raised my short skirt to my waist. “I do hope you remember your safeword, baby.”
What safeword?
His large hand came down in a stinging swat. “Ow!” I wailed as he rubbed my reddening skin. “Enough?” I shook my head, “More.”
Swat!
The second spank was harder, my other butt cheek radiating a stinging warmth as he caressed it. “Done?” I wriggled on his lap before muttering, “Nope.” Four more fast spanks stung my ass in quick succession, then his comforting massaging fingers soothing the pain. Before I could think, he continued. A quick, sharp smack to my inner thigh, one to each burning butt cheek, one low across my emerging clit that caused me to moan and wiggle, and a fast slap across the very center of my ass before he grunted out, “Ready to say the safeword?” My hips gyrated as he spanked a few more times before I could form the words, “You never gave me a safeword!”

“Oh,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s because I’m not into that stuff, and I don’t spank people. But, you sure as hell got turned on from a little slap-ass.” Nate’s eyes were wide from the floor, his hand rubbing his thick cock up and down through his jeans. “Who else here has been bad, Penny?” Rex tugged my skirt down over my red behind and pulled me up into his arms. “Nathaniel has been downright childish,” I answered quickly. “What?” Nate looked confused, nervous…and turned on as hell. “Over my knee, bad boy—drop the pants and take it like a man.”

Nate stood slowly. He looked to me, and as I nodded, he pulled his belt through the loops of his jeans. Tossing the thick leather belt to the floor, he yanked at the button on his jeans, unzipping them as we watched. In a single motion, Nate dropped his pants to his ankles, followed by the designer boxer-briefs. I took a deep breath in as I absorbed the beauty that was Nate naked. He slid his linen shirt off his shoulders, and placed it alongside his jeans before walking toward Rex.

“You don’t want to fight for it?” Rex asked.

“No.” Nate knelt on the floor next to Rex, his chest over Rex’s knees. Nate’s height didn’t allow for the full straddle that I had done. “How childish has he been, Penny?”

Nate looked to me with a lascivious grin and winked, licking his lips. He was still rock-hard. “Five, I think,” I answered, my eyes never leaving Nate’s.

“Five it is.” At the first swat from Rex’s hand, Nate’s eyes closed and he bit his lower lip. Not in pain, but in pleasure from the intimate position, from the sublime closeness of being hand spanked by Rex. “More?” Rex asked, ensuring the game hadn’t gone too far. “Please,” Nate husked. Four more luscious, loud spanks befell Nate’s ass, his hips gyrating from the sting and the pleasure at the same time, his hard cock straining for contact with something to relieve it. “Well done,” Rex barked as he rubbed the red marks he’d made on Nate’s sculpted butt cheek.

“I think Penny is horny—she loved watching you. I don’t think I’m done with her ass tonight, though.” Rex motioned for Nate to lie back against the headboard before walking over to the nightstand drawer and pulling out a clear bottle of lube. “I told you I’d claim that ass, Princess. Now that it’s warmed up is the perfect time. Face down on the bed, right there in front of Nate but don’t touch him.” Spanking excited me, despite my trepidation, and the thought of him entering my virgin asshole had the exact same effect. I’d grown comfortable with both men’s fingers and tongues exploring me there, but I wasn’t sure either man’s thick cock would fit.

Rex dropped his pants, his huge erection breaking free. He quickly removed all of the metal from his cock except the barbell underneath. “I don’t want anything to catch,” he explained as I stared wide-eyed.

“I’m scared a little,” I said meekly as Rex rubbed the warm, slippery lubricant all over my backside.

Rex’s tone was softer as he said, “Don’t be, you’ll be in control, okay?”

“Uh huh,” I muttered, unsure how I could have control flat on my stomach, with my ass in the air.

“Move up a little, on Nate’s chest, yeah like that,” Rex instructed. With my cheek on Nate’s chest, his fingers caressing me, I instantly felt safer. Nate pulled me up to kiss him, and as our tongues intertwined, I felt the dull throb of being opened by Rex’s thumb—I was used to that. He’d wait until I was comfortable and open before going any farther. Except, as the mild burn of being stretched faded, and I pressed for more, I realized with a loud, “
Ah!
” that it wasn’t his thumb. “I’m stopping there, baby, that’s enough for the first time,” he soothed as his agile fingers reached around to stroke my clit. I pulled back from Nate’s kiss, his fiery blue eyes searching my face. “No, I-I want more,” I said in a near-moan.

“Push back when you’re ready, you’re driving, okay? I’m going to be still. But tell me when it’s enough, don’t just pull out fast.”

“Uh huh,” I whispered, pushing back for more. The feeling of being filled there was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and the combination of him stroking my clit at the same time was heavenly.

“Slide back down if you’re ready—I think Nate’s neglected cock could use some sucking.”

The sensation of taking him like that, and being stroked and opened by his hand while I sucked on Nate was better than any sex I’d ever known. I climaxed over and over, clenching his swollen shaft as I shuddered—so far gone in my own ecstasy I wasn’t conscious of them coming until Rex slowly pulled himself from me, Nate’s salty come coating my tongue as my mouth struggled to hold on.

“Damn, girl, you’re an ass-natural,” Rex teased as I came down from the high of multiple orgasms. “I-I liked it, but it was only a little of…”

“Nope, Princess, you pretty much took that beast down to the balls slapping,” he said, collapsing next to Nate as I crawled up to snuggle in between them. Rex pulled the fluffy comforter over us—we were too exhausted to move. Nate stroked my chin, his fingertips floating over my lips as we drifted off to sleep.

“
Crave Magma
?” I stood on the lush lawn across from an exasperated Nate.

“Krav Maga—it’s sort of mixed martial arts, not what I do in the ring, but a great method for you to learn some basic self-defense type stuff that will work for you if threatened. It’s not really the sport type of fighting I love.” Nate was dressed simply—a gray t-shirt, workout shorts, with his feet bare. I was dressed nearly the same, despite my whining about wanting to wear sneakers—I’d just painted my toenails a bright red, and the idea of chipping them pissed me off.

“Can you teach me without hurting me?” I wasn’t getting out of today’s lesson no matter how hard I tried. Rex was in town restocking supplies, but made it clear before he left that he wanted to see progress when he returned that afternoon.

“I get learning self defense; I promise to concentrate. But, the attraction of sport fighting I don’t get. You don’t seem the type to get off on pain.”

Nate shook his head. “I hate pain, Penny. I’m not like… Well, pain isn’t my thing for sure. But, the fighting is a safe way for me to get the demons out. Before I started doing the mixed martial arts thing, for sport, cocaine fueled that rage. I’ve learned to fight it out when it builds up instead.”

“You seem to have had a golden life, Nate—a great family, fairly normal middle-class upbringing, and a career that skyrocketed. I know about your mom’s cancer, but other than that, why the rage?” Nate’s mother battled cervical cancer, but she was in remission the last I heard from mutual friends.

He bit his lip and paled as he thought a moment before pointing toward a bench at the side of the lawn. “Let’s sit,” he said.

My leg rubbed against his on the stone bench as I waited for him to speak. I sensed I’d touched on something deep, and the knot in my gut told me I was about to finally understand what drove Nate to self-destruct. His palm rested on the top of my thigh as he began. “When I was nine, my teenage cousin moved in with us. His mother, my mom’s sister Doreen, was going through an ugly divorce and couldn’t handle things, apparently. Kyle moved into my room and…”

“Oh my God, did he…abuse you sexually? Is that why…”

“
What?
” Nate looked at me in horror. “Fuck no, that doesn’t…” He took a deep breath as my eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to understand,” I whispered.

His hand caressed my leg. “It’s okay, I didn’t mean to snap. This isn’t easy for me to talk about.”

“I love you,” I answered, squeezing his hand. “I’m here, you don’t have to tell me more than you’re comfortable with.”

“It wasn’t sexual,” he clarified, his tone calmer this time. “My cousin Kyle was huge, and I wasn’t. I’ve always been thin, but back then I was tiny—spindly, weak. He was a bully—he terrorized me for a year. It got so bad I started to…pee the bed, shake, I developed an eye twitch, that sort of thing from the constant stress of the horror he inflicted on me.”

He sat silently for a long minute, his fingers tapping on my leg. “He’d wake me in the night suffocating me with my pillow, he’d hurt a puppy I loved and make me watch, shit like that. One day I’d finally had enough—he…he... I can’t even say it, Penny, I’m sorry.” Nate’s words were barely above a hoarse whisper, the shame of his past still shrouding him. “He went too far—I decided to tell my parents or just kill myself.”

Nate didn’t speak again, and eventually I asked, “What did you do?”

“I told my parents about it. They hauled Kyle into the room, right in front of me, and asked him about it. Of course the perfect student, everyone’s favorite relative, lied to them. And fuck, Penny, they believed that evil sack of shit! Over me, their own kid!”

“That I don’t get—”

“Well, Kyle was cruel but he wasn’t stupid. He’d made a game out of terrorizing me, and he’d set it up perfectly. Weeks before I approached my parents, he went to them with stories of how I was disturbed, saying all kinds of shit in my sleep, and making up crazy stories to
him
about how they abused me. So, when I sat across from them that day, to them it looked like what he’d said made sense. I didn’t learn that part until years later when my mom told me. I was sent to a therapist, and Kyle continued to bully me for another month before he moved back in with his mother.”

I shook my head, furious that the man I loved had to go through that.

“What happened to him? Please tell me he died in some horrific—”

“Nope. Reverend Kyle Curtis is married with four kids. He presides over the First Methodist Church in Wilson, North Carolina, our hometown.”

“Holy shit. Did he change at least? Was what he did to you just the twisted, immature antics of a troubled teenager?”

“No, he’s still a monster. His youngest daughter accused him of physical abuse four years ago—no one believed her. The good
Reverend
would never do such a thing. I actually went to the cops with her and her caseworker and told them my story—nothing ever happened. She eventually withdrew her claim—said she made it up.”

“Did your parents ever believe you then?”

“Well, yes, I think so. After the abuse accusation, I talked to my mom about it, and she was so sorry, Pen. She just sobbed and sobbed. But my dad…he didn’t want to hear about it—he said to leave the past in the past. It disgusts me.”

I wrapped my arms around him—I wanted to shield him from pain.

“So, I buried that, or tried to. I always did drugs a little to numb things—in high school we smoked weed, did uppers, that sort of thing. In college I did X like most of the people I knew, but I was never addicted. Then, sometime after I made my first million from the software company I started, a girlfriend introduced me to cocaine. Do you remember Brandy Roberts?”

“Oh, shit yes, I hated that bitch. We were all so jealous that she snagged you!”

“Well, she snagged me alright. The more coke I did, the more I wanted. I could work for days on the stuff… Anyway, later, while here at the compound I started learning MMA type fighting from Dean, one of the security guys here that works the gate for extra money at night. It filled some empty space inside of me—I still crave drugs when I let my demons roam, but through fighting I’ve found a better release. And, it soothes the wrongs of the past to know that I can kick anyone’s ass now, including guys twice my size like my fucked up Cousin Kyle.”

“Thanks for sharing all of that with me.” I kissed him on the cheek.

He leaned over and wiped the tears from my face. “I love you so much, Penny. You have no idea how much you’ve changed our lives. But, we have work to do. King Rex wants to see results when he gets back, and…he promised a reward if he likes what he sees.” With a wink, he stood up and pulled me from the bench.

I followed him back to the center of the lawn, the mood lighter as he began to explain the Six Pillars of Krav Maga. Nate went easy on me, but I did fairly well that afternoon as he taught me how to defend myself. “We’ll get you to the gym in the village to practice some as soon as you can be out in public again,” he said as he handed me a towel.

Rex was back from his outing and watching from the bench; we’d staged an intense demonstration of what I’d learned for him. “No way! Not that shitty, stinky gym full of freaky folks,” I said in response to his suggestion of fighting in town. Nate walked over and collapsed next to Rex as I dried off. “No, not there. There’s a workout gym that does Krav Maga courses and training match-ups. It’s run by Dean and his wife—safe and clean, I promise.”

“You taught her well,” Rex said to Nate, his hand floating down to rest on Nate’s knee.

“Can I get a shower?” I was hot and sweaty from the afternoon’s lesson.

Rex smiled at me as he stood from the bench.

“Yeah, and we’d love to join you, Princess,” he winked, “but can you wait a few minutes? I promised a reward. To the kitchen,” he said, gesturing for us to follow as he walked across the lawn toward the main house.

“Shit, it’s melted.” Rex was standing at the marble island in his kitchen, staring into a plain paper sack.

“You brought back ice cream?” I teased.

“Chocolate—the good stuff, too. Nate’s favorite.”

“Damn!” Nate walked up next to him and peered into the bag. “We can still make hot chocolate with it.”

“In this heat?” I was a Vegas girl—we didn’t do much hot chocolate where I was from.

“Colombian hot chocolate—chocolate caliente in Spanish—is the best in the world. We drink it year ‘round,” Nate explained, reaching into the bag and pulling out a bar of the mushy chocolate. “Add some cream and pure cane sugar to this, and it’ll be killer,” Nate said. “Did these bars come from the plantation?”

Rex nodded. “I brought it for you.” Rex was crestfallen, his hand on Nate’s back as Nate poked his index finger into the melted chocolate. “It’s delicious anyway. I’m going to eat it like this.” Rex poked his finger into the chocolate as Nate held it out to him, dipping in and sucking his long finger. “He makes the best chocolate—he sent beans too.”

I cleared my throat—they’d forgotten about me.

“Princess feels ignored,” Rex nudged Nate as they both looked at me. Rex walked over and took me in his arms. “I brought you something too—a bag of makeup, the good stuff. I forget what brand, but the local store ordered it from the States for me, it took a while but it’s in your bathroom. Forgiven?” His nose nudged against my pouty face.

“Yes, but I didn’t get any chocolate.” I pressed against Rex, shooting Nate a flirty wink as he walked toward us, the chocolate in his hand.

“Well,” Rex said, dipping his finger into the chocolate Nate held out, “I’ve
heard
that Nathaniel here doesn’t mind sharing.”

“Only with you two,” Nate scolded, scooping up more of the softened chocolate and spreading it playfully across Rex’s face.

I leaned in and licked the chocolate from Rex’s cheek, his growing erection grinding against me as Nate pulled in closer. “Here’s more,” Nate teased, coating Rex’s other cheek in chocolate. I moved in to lick Rex’s other cheek, but paused at the last second. “Well, it’s your chocolate…I think you should try it this way, it’s delicious.” Nate’s eyes danced at the new game, looking to Rex for permission. “It’s only fair,” Rex said, moving his right cheek toward Nate.

Nate’s eyes brimmed with lust as his tongue darted out, gingerly swiping across Rex’s chocolate-streaked skin. “
Mm
,” he moaned as his tongue stroked the cheek of the man he loved.

I reached up and unbuttoned Rex’s shirt, pulling it open to reveal his hard, muscled chest. Rex’s finger was still coated with the sticky chocolate, and with my hand around his, I slid the sweet candy across his left nipple. Without missing a beat, Nate lowered his worshipping tongue to lap at the chocolate on Rex’s nipple.

Rex took the chocolate bar, still melted in the wrapper, from Nate’s dangling left hand. Nate’s now free hand wrapped around Rex’s back, pulling their bodies close. As Nate licked his chest, Rex dipped his finger in the wrapper, and painted my lips with chocolate with the tip of his finger. Rex’s lips fell on mine, our kiss deepening as our three bodies merged into a tangle of sweet, indulgent sensuality.

Later, naked and coated in chocolate, we made our way into the shower in Nate’s bathroom. Both men lathered me up, their lips caressing me as four strong hands skated across my soapy skin. Once we were all chocolate-free, and horny as hell, Nate plunged into me from behind as Rex knelt down in front of me, his tireless tongue driving me to orgasm as Nate fucked me. When I couldn’t take anymore, Rex leaned back against the marble shower wall, watching as Nate exploded into me.

Without thinking, Nate reached over to Rex’s soapy cock and stroked it with his right hand. On my tiptoes, I reached up to kiss Rex as Nate’s skilled fingers brought him to climax.