Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (32 page)

No
.

Commanded Saint.

A delicious thrill zipped through her.

Heat spread through her system as Boyce guided Saint to a chair positioned beside the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. She suppressed the desire to lick her lips when Saint stood before her nude except for the inventive strips of leather and metal. Five straps spread out from a ring in the center of his chest, nested comfortably right between his pecs. Another ring was positioned at his midsection and met another ring circling the base of his cock.

Just like at the fair two more straps separated Saint’s testicles, lifting them in tight constriction. The head of his cock was already flushed a healthy shade of dark pink. Saint kept his gaze steady on hers while Boyce set to work handcuffing him to the chair. That dark pink flushed deeper each time Boyce locked another circle of metal against Saint.

Wrists first.

Then each ankle.

Once Saint was firmly bound, Boyce crouched, wrapped his hand around Saint’s erection, just next to the constricting ring, and bent forward to swallow Saint’s cock in one smooth motion. Saint closed his eyes then, dropping his head back as Boyce hollowed his cheeks and sucked.

“Sweet merciful fuck.”

Boyce pulled back, licking his lips as he stood. Saint growled. Though the sound was quiet, it held no less of a lasting impact. And caused Boyce to smile wider.

Boyce tangled his fingers in Grae’s hair, tugging her head back. He closed his mouth over hers, the combined flavors of the two men exploding on her tongue. She groaned, opening wider as she fought the desire to lift her hands to his shoulders and hold on.

She was tumbling helplessly out of control, the world spinning faster and faster as Boyce pulled her down into that headspace she’d already been in for a good chunk of the night. But this time, she went effortlessly. Surrender had become easier now that everything was pure and right between the three of them.

How could she have been so stupid to deny herself this?

Boyce broke away suddenly, tearing his mouth from hers. He swiveled her around so she was facing the footboard and perpendicular to where Saint was cuffed in the chair. Boyce pushed her forward, tugging on her hips to raise them high into the air. He pushed against her back, between her shoulder blades, pinning her against the mattress.

As Boyce dragged his fingers through her soaking wet heat, his voice rumbled through the room. Sparks of arousal fired up her spine as he took his time playing with her. She wanted to feel his face between her legs. His tongue sweeping over her clit until he brought her to climax. But the pressure between her shoulder blades, his hold, kept her in place, restrained under his masterful hands.

Her nipples were tight and hard, pushing against the worn fabric of the comforter. She willingly accepted his fingers as he speared them into her wet pussy. He played with her like this for some time, adjusting the force and depth of his probing fingers every time her whimpers softened. Each time she grew complacent.

She forced out a loud whine when he withdrew his damp fingers and swirled them around the tight bud of her anus. The bed dipped as he moved. She felt his presence over her, his body burning against her back, though he kept his fingers in place, slowly swirling and teasing the pucker.

Her muscles trembled as Boyce shifted again. Something warm, slick, and firm stroked over her anus. For a split second, she thought it was Boyce’s fingers again, but she felt the firm pressure of his fingers fanned out against her buttocks.

His tongue.

Saint growled.

Cold air brushed against her as Boyce sat back.

“Keep it up, and I will shove a gag between your teeth.”

Saint narrowed his eyes, bared his teeth, but the low vibration of his snarl ceased.

Boyce swept his tongue against her again, but this time he swept up and over the curve of one cheek. He slid it against her lower back, using this thumbs to massage either side of her waist. He moved up, further and further, worrying his tongue over each knob of her spine, drawing a tremble from her each time he nipped at the bones as he passed.

He finally lay over her again, cradling her back to his chest as he swirled the tip of his cock against her anus, still slick with her juices and his saliva. The lubrication was enough for the wide head to spread her open. When she whimpered at the intrusion, he bared his teeth and sank them into her shoulder. Her hips levered back as she cried out, taking a few more inches.

“That’s it. Push against me, baby. Let me in. Let me inside you.”

She followed his instruction, screwing up her eyes tight against the exquisite burn she never wanted to end. But once he was fully seated inside her, stretching her, the burn was replaced with a delicious pleasure she could almost see dancing in front of her eyes. She wanted him out and in at the same time. Moving with her to stroke sensitive nerves.

Boyce sat back, pressing his hands to her shoulders again to push her upper body down against the mattress. When he drew his hips back, pulling nearly the entire length of himself out of her, the world became a colorful kaleidoscope. She turned her face, biting at a chunk of the spread to keep from crying out her pleasure.

He moved slowly at first, dragging out each pull and thrust. She wiggled her ass, hoping to elicit more movement. Instead, she was rewarded with a light slap against her ass. Her world tilted as her muscles clenched around him, the pain spreading.

“Someone likes to be spanked.”

No
.

“What was that?”

She whimpered and pushed back, but was rewarded with another slap. This time against her thigh.

“No.”

Despite her protest, her pussy clenched around emptiness, yearning to be filled. Her ass tightened around Boyce’s cock, as though trying to draw him deeper.

“You’re saying no, but your body is saying otherwise.”

“No. No. No.”

Boyce’s rough laugh sounded in her ear. “Say it as many times as you like, Grae. But I know the truth.” He began moving faster, using strong, driving thrusts that rocked her forward. The skin he’d struck burned, melding with the pleasure he was gifting her with each punishing drive.

“She’s so fucking hot inside, Saint. So tight.”

Metal clanked loudly as Saint tested the strength of the handcuffs. The noise only caused Boyce to slow down. To savor. To skim his hands along the curve of Grae’s back until she started wiggling against him.

“I can’t wait to be buried inside her ass while you’re deep inside her cunt.”

Grae pushed up on her hands, trying to arch back in encouragement. “Now. Yes. Now.”

Boyce shoved hard, rotating his hips. “When I say, Grae. Always. You can beg and plead all you want, but you’ll have an orgasm when I decide.” He stopped, bending over to cover her with his body, let his fingers dance over the velvet and metal surrounding her throat. “I like it when you beg and plead, though. Don’t let that stop you. And when you say no? That’s music to my ears, baby. ‘Cause it means I’m doing so many right things to you that your brain can’t form any other words. Like your safe word.” Boyce pulled her chin, tilting her face toward his. “You’ll get what you need, Grae. Both of us inside you as far as you can take. But you’re not ready. Not truly.”

She didn’t have the energy to argue. Even more so because she knew he was right. One of her Masters was right.

Masters
.

The single word, the knowledge this was her reality now and not just a fantasy in her head, caused her body to go lax.

“Oh, yeah. There you go.” Boyce started moving, driving into her with punishing strokes that caused her to slip deeper and deeper with each thrust. Surrender to him completely with each plunge. Every time she thought Boyce was going to tip her over the edge, he slowed, tightening his hands on her waist to pull and push as he saw fit. His point was obvious. He controlled her orgasm, and was going to make her work for it.

That amazing control of his again.

The one she appreciated—and hated.

She had a feeling she would be subjected to Saint’s stamina later.

Based on how things had gone so far, they weren’t going to simply accept her surrender. They were going to demand it. She could barely think straight, but somehow, she instinctually knew either of the men could prevent her release for as long as they desired.

Hours.

Perhaps days.

“Christ,” Boyce rumbled. “Whatever you’re thinking...
fuck
.” She wanted to tell him, but she was dipping deeper, feeling coherent thought slip out of her grasp. “Take it, Grae. Go on. I’ll be here, ready to guide you back home.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, baby. Stop being so frightened. Let go.” When he spread her thighs wider, shoving his rigid cock as far as he could, her body seized. “That’s it. There you go. Give me your orgasm. Give me your pleasure. It’s mine to take, isn’t it, angel?”

“Yes.” The word broke on a desperate whisper, ending in a high-pitched wail as Boyce ruthlessly shoved her over the edge. A sob caught in her throat, emotions bubbling to the surface and exploding outward.

She was dimly aware of Boyce continuing to drive inside her, little quaking aftershocks spearing through her. Submersing her until her body felt numb.

As huge, wracking sobs traversed Grae’s body, Boyce pulled his still stiff dick out of her. His intent had been to trip her over the edge so he could enjoy the power of her orgasm. His release could wait. Boyce had another sub to attend to before he sought completion.

Lifting her slightly, he turned Grae over on her side. After he wiped both of them clean, he curled up behind her, conforming his body to hers. He held her tightly, her tears falling into the crook of his arm as she purged a torrent of emotions.

She needed this even though Boyce knew she would hate the emotional outburst. At least he always had. No stranger to them, he’d been through a few after a particularly intense scene. Been left crying, boneless and emotionally spent. So inside his head, he’d had to rely on Saint to pull him back.

Each and every time without fail, Saint had been the guiding force to help Boyce surface.

Presenting herself on her knees, surrendering to Saint’s fucking machine, the latex on the table...that all hadn’t been enough to unleash her ultimate submission. This though...forcing her to face a few aspect of submission he and Saint had suspected she hadn’t encountered before? Introducing her to a little spanking?

She was well on her way to embracing a part of her life she’d been isolating.

“She all right?”

Boyce swept damp strands of Grae’s hair out of her face, caressing the shell of her ear as her tears began to subside. Her trembling lessened, though a few tremors racked through her every now and again.

He met Saint’s gaze. “Yeah.” Though tension still lined Saint’s straining body, held his erection long and thick in the cock ring, Boyce saw the love shining in the depths of Saint’s eyes. It wasn’t just for Grae. It was for both of them. All of them. “She did well.”

“She did.”

“But you’re not done,” Saint said with a snide grin.

“Now who’s getting toppy?”

Grae gave a soft whine as Boyce pulled her closer. He wanted inside her again. But he reined in his own needs in order to see to his partner’s. His submissives. He wanted Grae cognizant of what he had planned next, but he didn’t want her entirely free of the hold subspace had on her.

T
he possessive streak Boyce always teased Saint about was alive and well. Maybe even more so because of the metal circling Saint’s wrists and ankles. His dick. His testicles. Saint wanted to go to them. Wanted to curl up on the bed and hold them as they lay there. Wanted to touch them. Cradle them. Possess them.

Fuck them.

Love them.

He loved them so much it was nearly painful. Almost as agonizing as not being there sharing the bed with them. But Saint accepted Boyce’s reasoning. Even if he didn’t know what it was. Saint understood denial and restraint. Like Boyce, Saint would gladly use it to his advantage during a scene. They both understood it was probably what made them so adept at switching.

As much as Saint relished being in commend, he also yearned to surrender. To watch Boyce wield command was a thing of beauty. Awe.

Boyce and Grae filled his needs, completing the circle he thought could be filled by playing at Noble House. The past few hours had reminded Saint how much he and Boyce needed more than just the club. How wonderful it was to have a willing submissive right here at the house.

In their bed.

In their hearts.

Minds.

Souls.

Saint was helpless to watch as Boyce continued to slowly stroke Grae. Trace her shapely curves. Her waist. Hips. Experience had taught him that Boyce was guiding Grae back, forcing her to resurface because he wasn’t done with his plans. She stirred, groaning when Boyce roughly cupped one of her breasts.

Boyce was purposefully being rough with her, using the edge of pain to rouse her. Saint’s cock constricted painfully against the metal surrounding him. Hearing Grae’s response to the slap of Boyce’s palm had been a melody Saint hadn’t expected. Boyce was always better at picking up on such nuances with a submissive. Now that they knew it was something she’d been suppressing, denying, they would both do their best to exploit the hell out of it.