TogetherinCyn (17 page)

“We talked,” Jared added. “About everything. Tonight, the
restraints allow him to let go a little at a time, knowing he can’t physically
harm you. I crave the kink just as badly and I’ve been more dominant with you
because I trust my instincts. Chris gave me that years ago when he protected me
then again when I found this lifestyle. Now you and I can return it to him. I
won’t rest until that happens, you both have my word.”

He wiped a tear from my cheek and I kissed him.

These men overwhelmed me with the mutual respect they had
for each other. The love they gave me was truly humbling. I couldn’t do
anything but beam at Jared while he helped me climb onto the bed and I
struggled to get my emotions under control.

I knelt by Chris’ waist.

My forearms rested on his sternum, giving me the balance I
needed to hover over him. “I love you so much,” I whispered beside his ear. I
rubbed my cheek against the stubble on his jaw and shivered. Inhaling at his
throat, I teased both of us. I couldn’t wait any longer. I nipped his Adam’s
apple and finally licked inside his mouth. We groaned.

The bed shuddered as he strained against the leather. He
angled his head and shoulders up to me. I kissed his chest while Jared smoothed
the skin along my spine.

Chris’ erection pointed at me like a compass needle. I
kissed along his ribs and across his abdomen until I pitched forward, ass in
the air. I bit at his shaft then gasped as Jared’s hand landed on my rear.

“That was for leaving us for three weeks.”

I bent over Chris’ cock but Jared caught my hair and held
me. His hand landed on the other cheek and I cried out. The pain morphed into
something heated. Something hot and sinful, making me crave more.

“That’s for not confiding in me.” He scattered spanks across
my backside.

He was punishing both of us. Then, after every few swats, he
caressed my heated rear. Loving me. Pushing me higher toward something I’d
craved my entire adult life but hadn’t thought I’d ever find. He loved me with
his dark desire and the rest of my reservations floated away. I accepted that
they needed me to be nothing more than myself.

Chris’ tongue peeked out and licked his bottom lip. His eyes
were endless pools of lust directed at me. The last of my resistance drained
away and I strained against Jared’s tight grip—not to flee but to bond myself
to him somehow. I ached for a firmer touch.

A few strikes more, each increasing in intensity, warmed me
from the inside out.

“Suck my dick, baby,” Chris ordered as I licked his stomach
right above the crown of his cock.

I was desperate to come. The sensations were too much for my
brain to continue to process. Jared pushed a finger inside me. My pussy was wet
and had been empty for far too long but I wasn’t ready to end this yet. I
couldn’t give in. Somebody was going to fall with me.

“Like this, C?” I licked underneath the crown of his cock
and swirled my tongue all over the head.

“Fuck yes, baby. Suck it.”

With my bound hands, I lifted his stiff flesh and licked the
tiny slit on top before opening my mouth wide to engulf him. I sank onto him
and hummed as he surged his hips upward.

“Your mouth, Cyn. Damn. So sweet.”

“Paradise,” Jared muttered, jerking forward and burying his
cock between my thighs.

The sudden fullness in my core caught me off guard, making
me lose suction. I teased along the vein under Chris’ dick, kissing the length
of his cock to the rhythm of Jared claiming me. These men owned my responses
and transformed me into nothing but sensation.

“Jesus,” Chris cursed. I took him to the root, barely able
to open wide enough to accommodate him. The scent of sex filled my nose,
spurring me on to take more.

Jared tucked a lubricated finger against my ass and I lost
my rhythm again.

I tossed my hair away so I could see Chris as he said, “He’s
going to fuck your ass.” He watched my progress descending the length of his
cock. He fought the restraints. “He’s going to stretch you so wide and I’m
going to fill your little pussy until you don’t remember your own name.”

They had given me everything I wanted—I needed to make sure
he didn’t get lost in the past. If he was ever going to genuinely let go, he
had to learn to trust in my love for him. He would never hurt me, never go
further than I wanted them to push, but I was more than willing to ease him
into it.

“I can feel his dick sliding in and out of my pussy,” I told
him as I jacked his cock with my hands. “My ass is gripping him so tight.” I
cried out as Jared added another digit and I rocked my pelvis to meet his
thrusts.

Jared squeezed my thigh and barked, “Damn, stop before I
blow inside you.” He shoved me up next to Chris’ thigh.

“Put me inside you. I’m dying to be inside you.”

After balancing my weight, I threw my leg over Chris’ waist
and steadied myself on his stomach. My clit slid along his dick, a shiver
racing outward to the tips of my toes. I placed him at my entrance. “I’ve
missed this,” I sighed, enveloping his thick cock inside me.

“Me too,” he said through clenched teeth as he thrust
upward, inside me. I ground my pelvis against him until pressure on my
shoulders urged me down. “Kiss me,” Chris ordered.

My lips found his. He forced his tongue inside while Jared
squeezed more lubrication into my rear. The bed shifted. Jared climbed behind
me. “I can’t be gentle, baby. I want you so bad and it’s been too long.”

“I don’t want gentle, J. I need you. I’ll never need
anything else from either of you. I won’t break.” Acceptance of us and what we
would share for the rest of our lives blossomed in my soul. For the first time,
I was strong enough for these men.

Jared drove me more fully onto his brother. He grabbed my
waist, surging inside me. Chris penetrated me from below. I cried out and
pleaded with Chris. Words failed me so I kissed him hard.

“Oh God. I have to come. Please let me come,” I begged.

Chris strained against the restraints. The bed couldn’t
survive the tension much longer. I knew exactly how he felt. My body was strung
tight, straining for a release so mind-altering it rode the edge of pain.

Jared tightened his fist in my hair. The other hand landed
across my ass. An orgasm crushed every other thought from my head. It silenced
all my doubts and fears and I could do nothing but feel the men I loved.

The burn in my backside intensified with my release. My
pussy made sucking noises. I milked both brothers for every drop of
satisfaction they had to offer.

Would it always be like this? Each time more intense than
the last? More meaningful?

“We’ll make sure it is, Cyn.”

I looked at Chris when he answered the question I’d so
obviously asked out loud.

My ass latched on to Jared’s thick shaft. His fingers dug
into my flesh. He forced himself inside me for several more strokes. He groaned
and I felt him coming despite the condom he wore. He jerked without rhythm
until he slumped forward.

Jared bit below my ear then released Chris’ wrists.

Chris never slowed his thrusts. He didn’t waste any time flipping
me over and hooking an elbow under one of my knees. “Reach for the headboard.”

I obeyed and Jared fastened the scarf around my wrists onto
a hook in the metal of the bed frame. Chris dug under one of my shoulder
blades, clasped the top of my spine. He could feel my skin and their collar as
he stretched my pussy. He never stopped pumping inside me.

“I love fucking you after you’ve gotten off. You’re liquid
heat, baby. I’m not going to stop until you come again.” He thrust shallowly at
first then deeper until the head of his cock tapped the entrance to my womb.

I tucked my leg beneath his ass. His butt muscles contracted
each time he surged inside me.

Jared knelt beside me. He sucked one of my nipples, working
it with his tongue and teeth. He bit gently, forcing my clit to swell and brush
against Chris’ abdomen every time he penetrated my core.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I chanted, digging my shoulders into the
mattress.

Thrust after thrust hit that magical spot deep inside. I
moaned long and loud. The world flew apart in all directions as another orgasm
rocked me.

“Look at me,” Chris ordered.

I obeyed immediately. My cells were steeped in pleasure so
intense it threatened to steal my sanity. My body was set free from weeks of
self-imposed loneliness. The moment I came on his cock, I was finally home. My
muscles were strung with so much tension I shouldn’t have been able to survive
it. Every cell exploded and was remade in their love, suspended in a world of
nothing but pure sensation.

“Fuck,” Chris groaned, forcing my tissues apart again and
again as Jared licked and suckled at my breasts. The grip on my shoulder
tightened. Chris’ erection wrenched inside me as he exploded. “I love you,”
Chris cried out and spurt after spurt of his seed filled me, his thick erection
pulsing. Filling me, claiming me.

“And I you.” I exhaled the words.

Chris captured my mouth. His kiss filled me with love and
acceptance. I was home with these men and I would spend my life showing them
what love could do. After a few seconds, he slipped out of my clasping, wet
core and fell to the bed beside me.

Jared was still panting beside us. He kissed my shoulder.
“Be right back,” he mumbled as he stumbled away.

Chris lifted the scarf off the hook on the headboard and
peeled my fingers from the wood. He kissed each one while untying my wrists.

“Day-um,” I stuttered. My abdomen clenched with the last
vestiges of my orgasm. Wetness coated the lips of my pussy and eased along my
thighs. “Just a catnap. That’s all I need and we can continue.”

My eyelids refused to stay open any longer. I closed them to
truly rest for the first time in weeks. Every muscle relaxed. My men would take
care of me so I could sleep.

“Not too long or Jared will have to punish you.” Chris
nuzzled my cheek but his words highlighted a problem that followed me into
sleep.

Hours later, I struggled to wake up, one of my gorgeous men
spooned naked behind me. I twisted in the cage of his arms and he gathered me
close. He kissed his way across my collarbone, up my neck, suckling the
sensitive lobe of my ear into his skilled mouth.

“Jared—umm…”

He petted me and I snuggled closer, bumping into an erection
the sex industry could mold and make millions off of.

I kicked the covers off and grabbed his rod, pumping it from
root to tip. Slickness seeped from the slit of his dick and my mouth watered. I
squeezed, swiping my thumb across it. My palm slid easier over his hard-on and
his deep rumble of pleasure preceded his thrusting in time with my strokes.

He massaged his way along my body, grabbed behind my knee
and lifted my leg over his thigh. He gathered wetness from my drenched folds
and rubbed it along his shaft. The smell of sex filled the air.

He held onto my fist, jerking with a twist at the end,
showing me what he liked. “Faster.”

Puffs of air hit my chest, tightening my nipples. A sheen of
sweat dampened his skin and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting his
release.

Without letting go of my hand, he pushed me flat on the
mattress, hovering over me. “Fuck” leapt from his mouth. He settled between my
legs and the first shot of semen jetted from the tip of his tool onto my
stomach.

I moaned louder than he did when he came. The sight of us
together, our fingers intertwined to give him pleasure—damn, it was sexy.

We worked his erection, the orgasm pulsing beneath our
hands, and then Jared coaxed my mouth open so he could sample the passion
raging through me.

I palmed his cheek, smiling against his lips. He finally
tugged my palm free with a groan.

“Good evening, Master J.”

He threw his head back and laughed as I’d hoped he would.
Such a free sound coming from him. So different than his brother…

I remembered Chris’ earlier comment about punishment and
stumbled in my quest to orgasm.

“And what about you, my sweet submissive? Do you think
you’ve earned some play time of your own?” Jared shifted his weight so he could
watch what he did to me. When I tried to close my legs, he swatted my inner
thigh. “Mine,” he stated.

Cream slipped from my pussy at his tiny reminder. He owned
me.

He adjusted my legs farther open until he was satisfied. He
sought the opening to my wet channel. His boner grew thicker against my leg
when he found my inner folds soaked with moisture. “Chris had better hurry or
he’s going to miss all the fun.”

“Where is he?”

He didn’t answer until he found my clit and flicked it with
his thumb. “Downstairs. Main demonstration stage. He’s teaching a class on
whipping.”

The shiver that stretched my body tight could have been from
the thought of what Chris was teaching—or how Jared spread moisture around my
tight bud. He circled it, worked it, trapping it with his knuckles when it
pulsed for him.

I wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he really tried to get
me off. His talents abounded when it came to working me up, making me fly. “But
that’s used for punishment.”

“Pleasure too. It’s two sides of the same coin.” He tucked
his fingers into my pussy and before retreating to drag them across my clit
again.

“But he’s never punished me. In our first scene, it was only
you. Your paddle, your hand. And earlier he said if I slept too long, you’d
take care of it. He made a joke of it. He expects
you
to discipline me
when it’s needed?”

“Heard that, did you?” He continued playing with my pussy
but the mood changed. It was more a distraction for both of us than anything
else. “I hoped you’d already fallen asleep.”

He brushed his knuckles against the lips of my mound and
then glanced up at me. “Sex and discipline don’t go together for him. If we
shared a woman and she was in this lifestyle, I doled out punishment during
sex. He’s trained for years to be one of the best wielders of a single-tail in
the country. Nick and Jackson came to train under him. But he’s on the outside
wanting in. He keeps both sides completely separate.”

He kissed my shoulder and got up, grabbed a towel from the
bathroom and came back to bed.

“But how is that feasible in a relationship like ours?”

He finished cleaning off my stomach and I rolled over. He
tossed the towel beside the bed and settled against the headboard, staring at
the ceiling. “Honestly? It’s not. I talked about it with him last week. Didn’t
go so well.”

My stomach twisted and my mouth went dry. I couldn’t think
of a thing to say.

“A Dom has to be in complete control, the most focused, when
he’s disciplining someone. He told me he doesn’t trust himself. He’s afraid his
mind will slip and he’ll be chained to that wall again. If that bitch were
still here…”

I grabbed onto the fist he made and held tight. I wanted to
take all the pain away from both of them. “I liked the paddle. Really liked
your hand. The whip should be no different.”

It sounded shaky even to me but I kept going. “The pain…it
grounded me in some way I can’t explain. Made the sex mind-blowing. I don’t
want
to submit to both of you. I
need
to. Chris’ favorite instrument is the
whip. It’s kind of prophetic in a way. If Bryce had used a flogger then I would
be scared of that. Same for a paddle or crop. Whatever he used, it was to
inflict pain and to scare me, nothing else. It wasn’t to train me or make me
burn in arousal like you do. With you and Chris, it’s different.”

I’ve lost my mind…
“What if I provoke him?”

He shook his head before I could continue. “He’s choked off
his feelings for so long that if you do that… If you goad him… I can’t
guarantee how far he’s going to take it. Do I think he’ll hurt you? No, I truly
don’t. But you’ve been through a lot. I don’t want you running because it’s
more than you can handle right now. And I don’t want to push him so far that he
shuts down completely instead of letting us both in.”

“He’s stronger than he believes and I trust him.”

“Stop and think this through. I won’t be able to be in the
room with you. If I’m there he’ll never take responsibility for you. I’ve been
his crutch for years. I don’t want you to do this alone and I love my brother.
But I want him whole. You’re the missing piece for us. You always have been.
You’re the key to unlocking his past, giving him a future. I’ll watch on the
monitors and come in as soon as I can.”

There was no hesitation in my answer. I didn’t imagine all
the what-ifs. That gave me courage. “I don’t want to start again with something
missing. Him telling you how to punish me is nothing but a puppet show. It’s
all…or nothing.”

“I love you, you know that?” He tugged me forward, kissed me
and said, “Let’s go. I’ve got an idea how you can…get his attention. Hope
you’re okay with an audience for this.”