“Are you trying to suggest the cage made you feel as if Jason were keeping you protected in some way?” Sebastian asked.
“He was. Do you have any idea how many threats were made on my life or the lives of my sisters?”
“It still doesn’t make sense Jason would keep you cooped up,” Wyatt said, backing away from the tub. True disgust washed across his face.
“This is unbelievable,” she said, her gaze bouncing between men. “Why would either of you judge what I’m telling you when I have just shared with you a private matter and told you both, assured you actually, that the cage was something I wanted.”
Wyatt frowned. “I don’t understand why you felt the need to be caged for any reason, protection or otherwise.”
“At night, after we made love, I would crawl into the pen, lock down the bars from the inside and raise the bulletproof glass. There was a ventilation system installed and I could’ve easily stayed there for several days.”
“So you designed this cage?”
“With Jason’s help.”
“Bullshit!” Sebastian bellowed. “At whose suggestion?”
“It was all me,” she assured him calmly. “He was opposed at the start. Remember, Daddy Kane hated him. Joshua McKay, one of my godfathers, despised him. Don’t you think he had valid concerns when he helped me construct the cage I planned to utilize as my sleeping quarters?”
“So you’re saying it was never used for punishment?” Wyatt asked, challenging her.
“I didn’t say that.”
“So he used it for punishment then?”
“At times he sent me to ‘my room’ to play with my toys,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Funny you should mention that,” Sebastian said, plucking her from the water. “I’ve heard enough about Jason. It’s time to send you to my room and let you play with my toys.”
He’d meant to strap her to the bed, stuff her with dildos, and punish her for thinking any man had a right to cage her, regardless of her belief that she had only suggested the compartment as a means of added security, true protection. Didn’t Kimberly know that a real man kept his woman safe by holding her in his arms?
Looking at Wyatt in admitted defeat, he tied her arms and legs to the posts. No, they weren’t about to train her this morning. They were seconds away from loving her.
“Now what?” she asked, amusement in her voice.
Sebastian strode to the bedside table and gave the drawer a yank. Grabbing a few condoms and small tubes of intimate flavorings and lubricants, he tossed them to the bed.
Wyatt shrugged out of his shirt while Sebastian stepped away from his pajama pants. Her eyes sparkled with knowledge as she watched them.
By the time he bit off the tip of one of the lubricants, he was a walking hard-on, ready to go against his own damned rules and fuck her into the next day, perhaps the next decade.
“So much for maintaining control, right?” she teased, tilting her head to the side.
“Don’t talk,” he grated out.
“What happened to a day or two after tomorrow?”
Sebastian bit back the need to punish her immediately. God help him, the sexy vixen lying before him would surely be the death of him.
She didn’t fight against the restraints. She didn’t object to having her legs attached to the pulleys. Instead, she remained listless with a smile tilting her lips and her beautiful hair fanning around a very flushed face.
Using a towel to pat her dry, Wyatt reached between her legs and rubbed the plush cotton between her thighs. Once he was satisfied with his progress, he took the lube from Sebastian.
“Is this my reward for telling you about my past with Jason?”
“Damn straight,” Sebastian said, rolling a condom over his erection.
“But you want to punish me. I can see it in your eyes.”
“I want in between those sexy legs of yours. That’s what I want.”
Noting movement in his peripheral, he was aware of Wyatt undressing beside him. Another small tube was selected from the mattress. Wyatt doused himself in a red oily substance, the erotic sound of friction between his hand and cock only fueling Sebastian’s desire for sex, his need to claim and dominate.
Towering over her, he lowered his head to hers and kissed her. Stroking his tongue inside her mouth, he pushed his cock inside her wet folds, succumbing to the tight grip of her pussy as she convulsed around him.
“God help me,” he whispered across her lips as he pulled out and cursed under his breath. “With a grip like that, you could choke a man into quick satisfaction.”
She used the pulleys then to drag her upper body away from the mattress. He dipped his head and assaulted her nipples, cupping one breast and devouring the other as he pushed the weight of his cock inside her, impaling her with uneven strokes.
Kneeling next to her, Wyatt tilted her head toward his cock. Her tongue whipped around his size and she immediately drew him between her cheeks, squeezing Sebastian’s shaft harder, with a more determined clench as he entered her again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Wyatt said, holding on to the bedpost as he threw his weight over her at an angle and forced her to stretch her neck in order to give him head.
Kimberly shifted restlessly, yet she was too confined for the mobility she undoubtedly sought. Her beaded nipples were incredibly tight, and he watched as Wyatt pinched them, drew them into perky gems, pretty little diamonds.
“Mmm. Ahh. More.” Looping her tongue around Wyatt’s size, she moaned in pleasure as Sebastian screwed himself high inside her channel, wedging his cock as deep as he could go.
Her vocal release resounded before becoming a part of him. He could feel her voice deep inside his soul, humming against his eardrums, and beating next to his heart. He stared down at their connection, eyeing the wet folds gripping his cock, sucking him deeper. “Ah fuck.”
He wouldn’t last. God help him, he knew he wouldn’t last. He thumped her sweet pussy in a broken beat, watching the way she busied her tongue, swiping the end of Wyatt’s cock as he moaned and grunted, thrust and retreated.
“More,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him while nuzzling Wyatt’s tip. “Harder.”
The deeper he screwed her, the harder he fucked her, the more she begged for so much more than he even realized he could give. He wanted the bounds stripped. He needed her arms gripping him, her body wrapping around his as her pussy enveloped him.
What the hell had he been thinking? Why had he thought he could take her like this and find complete satisfaction?
Her slick heat drowned him as he fucked her. He changed his position and postponed the building pleasure. Tossing his leg over hers, he entered her again at an angle.
The suckling sounds increased. The room resounded with the erotic tempo of sex as he fucked her harder, deeper, and with more commitment.
“Ah yeah, baby.” Wyatt’s brow furrowed. “Like that. Hmm, yeah. That’s right, sub. Suck it, honey.”
Sebastian surged forward, pounding his cock inside her, slapping his hand against her mound and enjoying the control she kept. She remained committed to sucking cock, desperate to bring Wyatt pleasure.
“Beautiful vixen,” Sebastian said, jerking his head back all at once and shivering when his locks fell across his shoulders.
Wyatt sank between her cheeks again, cursing under his breath.
Sebastian glanced up and realization struck. They were finishing her together, stroking her as one. And he might as well move his ass and hurry things along because Wyatt was seconds away from blowing his limited control!
* * * *
“Untie me, please, Sir.” Kimberly pleaded more with her eyes than her voiced request. Wyatt suited up and ignored her while Sebastian found he couldn’t look away from her.
“He’s tempted,” Wyatt said, straddling her other leg.
“Not today,” Sebastian said, aiming his penis at her pussy once more.
With Wyatt at his side, they teased her together. Sebastian rubbed his dick over her opening, then Wyatt slipped inside her folds, staying only a second before pulling out completely.
Sebastian dragged his lips over her nipple, allowing her the opportunity to feel the weight of his prick pulsing against her mound. Wyatt leaned down and penetrated her again, just a quick impalement to let her know he could fuck her when he wanted, take her when he couldn’t resist her any longer.
A smile tugged at Sebastian’s lips as he admired the woman stretching for them, writhing under them. He shot her a wink and kissed her breasts, licking one hard bud while pinching the other.
“I need sex,” she whispered, her head tossing right to left.
“That’s right,” Sebastian said. “You do.”
Wyatt and Sebastian were equivalent in width and length, and she seemed to notice and appreciate the obvious. The little vixen’s eyes shifted from one cock to the other as she braced herself for a full penetration, yanking the pulleys and dragging her body to a jackknifed position.
“Please, fuck me,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Sebastian asked, rubbing his tip over her opening.
“Promise,” she rasped.
“What do you promise?” Wyatt asked, twisting her nipple until she cried out in pain-pleasure.
“I promise to do whatever you ask of me,” she said, that recognizable look of submission washing across her face.
Poor thing had to be drowning in lust. Sebastian remembered the night before, the way the suspension bondage had seemingly worked her into a desire-ridden frenzy, the exhibitionism heightening her sexuality and feeding her lust. Then the occasion in the study when her precious pussy had milked his fingers with a grip he’d never forget.
And here she was calmly pleading with them, asking for something they alone could give her.
“Agree to stay with us for the weekend?” Sebastian asked, rubbing his cock against her waxed mound.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“A few days?” Wyatt suggested.
“Yes!”
“A week?” Sebastian asked, lining up his penis with Wyatt’s so they could promptly reward her once she agreed.
She paused.
“It’s a yes-or-no question,” Sebastian told her.
“And if I say no?” she asked, her knuckles white as she gripped the pulleys harder. Her flat belly tightened as she pulled herself up and looked at them as if she expected to hear a punch line.
“If you say no, we’ll end this now,” Wyatt told her, his voice flat.
“I…I can’t stop now,” she whispered, trying to pump her hips away from the mattress.
“We can,” Sebastian assured her, but he wasn’t confident of the fact. “Will you stay a week?”
Her head fell against the pillows. Her face flushed with resignation or perhaps true acceptance.
“Ah, submission,” Sebastian said, fisting his cock and dragging it over her opening. “You gotta love it.”
They entered her together and it was like a double thrust of pure pleasure she’d never forget for as long as she lived. Her body opened up and accepted them as they stretched her, fucked her.
She must’ve said yes. If she didn’t say yes, she was certain she hadn’t said no because she’d sensed Sebastian’s willingness to let her go, his determination to walk away and leave her stranded and bound to his bed if she so much as thought about denying him.
“Um, baby,” Sebastian crooned, gripping Wyatt’s shoulder as his head dropped over his back.
She’d never seen anything quite so beautiful. Two hard bodies loved her. Ripped abs flexed as they worked their cocks inside her like a tempo had already been negotiated between them, determined long before they took her to their bed.
One stroke together led to independent solo performances. Then, they entered her together once more, thumping out this erotic beat. Hands skimmed over her moist flesh as their bodies came together as one and her orgasm raced forward.
She couldn’t hold back. She couldn’t wait for them to give her permission to come and the fact was—she couldn’t bear to think of such a rewarding experience without provoking an erotic punishment at the end.
“More!” she screamed, her pussy squeezing their shafts as they pumped inside her.
“Don’t come,” Sebastian warned her.
They pounded inside her. Their muscles bulged as they held on to each other for support and parted her slick folds with their thick, meaty cocks.
Oh God, she was in heaven. She was walking on clouds.
She’d never known anything quite so fulfilling and feared she’d never experience such incredible pleasure again. Her head rolled from side to side. She closed her eyes and imagined them loving her, fantasized about holding them close as they ravaged her body, empowered her by loving her with entwined arms and legs, skin against skin.
For now she was bound. For this experience, she could only feel their flesh pounding inside her, rubbing against her only when they so desired the feel of her body against theirs.
And it was heavenly. The loving was an out-of-body experience. The penetrations were savage as the brutal thrusts drove her into a total eclipse of the heart. With each penetration, she became more committed to their needs and their cause. Every mind-blowing thump made her pulse in anticipation of the next and the one after that.