“I think we ought to start,” he said.
She trembled, knowing the men wouldn’t stop unless she told them to. Maybe she ought to tell them. Maybe this was too much for an uptight control freak like her . . .
She forgot every doubt the second Zane’s prick nudged into her pussy.
Her tension gave way like wax melting. His cock completed her bondage, its solid length going in the key that dissolved her fears. The reaction was primitive. Irrational. Some big male taking her didn’t make her safe from anything. At the moment, logic had no power over her. Zane was stretching her limits, clearly worked up like Trey. When he moaned his pleasure for the penetration, the sound rang through her soul.
Oh yes
, she thought. This was what people meant by surrender.
“You like that?” Trey rasped.
Until Zane answered, she wasn’t certain whom Trey was talking to.
“She’s hot around me,” he said. “Tight. Wet. You should try her mouth and see if it’s as nice.”
“I will,” Trey said. “After I do this.”
With his hand still cupping her face, he swung his groin forward. His erection settled against her cheek, extending from her jaw to her temple in a hot line. His skin was velvet, the throbbing hardness within it reminding her how alive this part of him was. As if his cock were another hand, he caressed her face with it: one side, the other, sighing as she turned her head to rub it. Pulses shook within her lips as his hardness brushed them, but her mouth was relaxed. Trey liked the feel of it. He dragged his cock up and down its fullness, tugging at the seam with his flare. It was a tease that made her shiver and him impatient. His hold grew infinitesimally harder against her jaw.
“Take me,” he ordered hoarsely. “Open those sexy lips for me and suck.”
She didn’t want to resist. She opened and his cock pushed in. He didn’t try to overwhelm her, but he wasn’t tentative. God, he was thick. Her mouth stretched around him, watering, adjusting. Her tongue wanted to taste and rub all of him, but settled for the inches it could reach on the strut underneath his glans.
She looked sideways, seeking him in the mirror, only to have his gaze meet hers there. Like her, he wanted to see the whole picture: her corseted and strapped to the rack, hanging from the straps of leather with Zane’s cock buried deep inside her. His prick held her prisoner, a spike she didn’t have the means to escape. Above her, his long muscled arms gripped the rack for leverage. His abs were taut, her bottom soft and tilted to give him access to her sex. Every part of Zane was bigger than she was, causing her to seem extra feminine. The strange thing was, she felt extra powerful. Sexier. Maybe irresistible. Her forward lean caused her breasts to dangle X-ratedly.
Trey took in every bit of this—lips parting, breath hastening, totally turned on by what he saw. The journey of his eyes complete, he returned his gaze to where his erection breached her mouth. There it stopped like he was frozen. This visual might have been crudest, but she knew they both liked it. Trey’s huge hard-on pulsed in the mirror and on her tongue.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Rebecca.”
He sounded awed, as if she were doing him a favor rather than giving in to her own desires. She knew what she wanted then: to show him how much she accepted him, to prove it with tenderness and care. She crooned to him, the snug circle of her lips drawing back along the careful distance he’d pushed in. When she pulled free, she kissed his trembling tip.
She felt she loved him. Maybe the feeling would fade, but it existed in that moment.
“Come in again,” she said huskily. “Fuck my mouth nice and slow.”
Trey wasn’t likely to do it rough. Not to a woman anyway. Never mind his dominant streak. If she knew him at all, he’d err on the side of caution.
She wasn’t mistaken. He moaned softly and pushed back in. As if it were a signal, Zane started moving his cock inside her too. Her pussy clenched around his hardness, and that drew a groan from him. The sound was deeper than Trey’s. Zane seemed more in control than his lover but not by much. Caught between them, sensing them straining to rein in their bodies’ natural urges, she realized something new.
She didn’t have to be responsible for herself.
If the men wanted to stop her from coming, that was on them. Her only job was to drive them as crazy as she wanted and enjoy herself doing it. She was free. They were bound by the rules they’d set. Giddiness welled in her. She gripped the end of the arm bars, using their stability to increase her control of her own movements.
When Zane thrust back into her the next time, she set the angle. He grunted, so she knew the pressure hit him in a good place. Small though it was, Zane’s reaction provided too much of a charge to Trey. He pushed less steadily past her lips, then yanked out and panted.
Mouth temporarily unoccupied, Rebecca turned her head to speak to Zane. “Better bend closer if you want to watch him go. He’s already having to take a break.”
Zane laughed and took her advice. He’d been holding onto the rack, but now he crooked his arms up her front and gripped her shoulders. His head was next to and just above hers, making it easier to talk.
“Don’t count Trey out,” he said, thrusting in a fraction harder than before. “My CFO has hidden reserves.”
“You could help me,” she suggested. “Let him feel you panting while I suck him.”
Zane thought this was funny too.
“Fuck,” Trey said, less amused. Apparently deciding his break was over, he prodded her lips again.
She didn’t stint. She took him in as deeply as she was able—licking, pulling, twisting her head to move the soft suction of her cheeks and tongue around him. Whatever inhibitions she had, she threw to the wind. She moaned with pleasure as she sucked him, the same as she did for Zane when he drove into her pussy. He was careful not push her over, and she let them know how wild that made her. She didn’t care that she was loud, or that she writhed like a thing possessed. The men liked watching what they did to her—and what she did to them.
“You should . . . pull out again,” Zane told Trey, his words broken by his thrusts. “We’re supposed to make her wait. I can . . . tell you’re about to go.”
Trey groaned and dragged his cock out of her, but didn’t retreat far enough. The next time Zane jolted her forward her lips caught the head again. Trey lost it then. He shoved between her tongue and palate like he meant it, like he could barely stop himself from plunging down her throat.
“God,” he moaned. His body tensed, leather creaking as his hand tightened on the strap it held. She caught sight of him in the mirror with his head flung back ecstatically. “It feels too good. She’s . . . licking me . . . so . . . good.”
He began ejaculating, and she sucked him more fiercely. Before it occurred to her that this might hurt him, he made a sound so helplessly carnal, she knew she’d accidentally done the perfect thing. The edge of pain triggered him. Anticipating the effect this might have, Zane slapped his hand around the base of Trey’s cock, so he couldn’t slam too far and gag her. Naturally, Zane’s grip excited Trey even more. He cried out and his come flooded her, his whole body arching to get closer. Though Zane didn’t climax, he seemed driven by the same instinct. He shoved his length all the way up inside her, holding tight and shaking.
Rebecca was trapped between them, and she loved it. They were both straining to get deeper, maybe straining toward each other. It might be a strange thing to get off on, but she couldn’t deny she did. The three of them seemed a unit, as if they all took each other.
Trey convulsed with one final shot and sighed, bringing her awareness to him in particular. Beginning to go soft, he eased himself from her clinging lips. Then she did mind being bound. She wanted to touch him as he stepped down onto the floor. She could tell his knees were shaky.
On the bright side, when he tipped her head up, she was able to look directly into his eyes. She licked her lips free of the last taste of him, an action he watched fascinatedly.
“You liked that,” he said.
It wasn’t a question. Rebecca smiled, the sensation that she might love him rising in her again. She wasn’t frightened by it. She couldn’t be in the unusual state she was in. She hadn’t come, but she would. She wasn’t free, but she was. She’d trusted him more than she had anyone in her life, and it was turning out all right. A hint of these thoughts must have shown in her expression. Trey’s dark brows furrowed above his nose. His perplexity amused her.
“The rules of this game entitle me to come now,” she said.
The corners of Trey’s mouth turned up. “They do. Would you like me to help Zane finish you?”
Zane’s cock jerked inside her. An imp prodded Rebecca to share the idea that flashed to her. “Do you think he’d mind if you lick my clit while he thrusts? I realize he’d feel you down there. Perhaps you’d even lick him by mistake.” Her tone was intentionally coy, maybe more so than Zane could appreciate.
“Fuck,” he swore behind her. His body wasn’t objecting. His arms tightened around her, his cock gone steely hard in her.
Trey’s eyes flicked to Zane’s face and back to her, his mouth pursed with the amusement.
“I believe he’d survive the ordeal,” he said.
~
Whatever doubts Zane harbored in his mind, his body was on board with Rebecca’s plan.
“I have to unfasten these,” he said, reaching forward to unlock and unbuckle Rebecca’s arms. “She’ll be at the wrong angle otherwise.”
Maybe she would and maybe she wouldn’t. He only knew he wanted her closer. Before she had a chance to rub her wrists, he pulled her up so that her weight rested on her knees and not the waist harness. His prick fucking loved the change in position. The pressure of her body on his underside was stronger.
He gritted his teeth against letting that push him over. If he was going to do this, he was damn well going to enjoy it for more than two seconds.
“Do her if you’re going to,” he said impatiently to Trey.
Trey lifted a brow at him. Submission was something he played at and not his true nature. Zane realized how possessively he was hugging Rebecca, both arms wrapped around her to hold himself deep and snug in her.
Trey kicked a convenient cushion into place under her. “Your wish is my command,” he said.
Rebecca shivered—for Trey, he thought. Though it was childish, he jerked his prick deeper into her. Resentment made him hot, or maybe how hot he was made him resentful. Trey knelt on the cushion and looked up at Rebecca.
The shiver ran through her again, but this time she chafed Zane’s enfolding arms.
“You’re beautiful,” Trey said. “Both of you. Especially right here.”
He touched them with his fingertips where they joined. A shock of pleasure streaked up Zane’s cock, much too strong for sanity.
Trey must have seen the reaction. He smiled subtly and leaned forward.
He didn’t pretend to be avoiding Zane. His tongue dragged up the strip of shaft that bulged outside Rebecca before continuing up her folds to her clit. Zane made a noise, then she did, and then Trey swiped them both again. The joint tongue job made him crazy. His cock twitched like a mad thing, which Rebecca must have felt. He hated that he couldn’t hide his reaction to Trey licking him, but part of him loved it too.
He gasped as Trey cupped his balls and pressed upward. The outside pressure added to the inner was stellar.
Trey did something to Rebecca too, because she moaned and squirmed.
“I’m going to finish her,” Trey warned. “Thrust if you’re going to.”
Oh Zane was going to. He drew back, pulled in a breath, then drove strongly into her. Rebecca cried out with pleasure.
She groaned when Trey made good on his promise and sucked her clitoris.
Zane snarled. Her pussy was immediately wetter, and softer, and when he thrust again she thrust back at him just as hard.
“Yes,” she said. “
Please
.”
Her short fingernails pricked his arms.
“Hold her hips still,” Trey growled.
Zane steadied them and went at her full throttle, pumping through that sweet wet tightness as if it could save his life. He couldn’t stop. His nerves screamed for release, his instincts for conquest. Rebecca let out little cries that told them how close she was. Trey wasn’t teasing and neither was Zane. Together, they drove her harder, higher . . .
Her sheath sucked at him and quivered with orgasm.
She pulled his climax from him. Timing it perfectly, Trey’s fingers contracted on his sac. The top of his head came off as ecstasy rushed from him—so hot, so strong, he couldn’t hold back a bellow. Rebecca’s head was arched back over his shoulder. He’d cupped her breast as he came, and now her heart pounded in his palm, her hardened nipple pulsing. She lifted her hand to cover his.
He couldn’t hold back his contented sigh any more than he had his shout.
“Zane,” she said, nuzzling him on the jaw.
He looked down. Trey’s cheek rested on her pubis, his dark hair mingling with hers. Rebecca’s second hand petted him.
Tears rose into his eyes, but he wasn’t sure what fueled them. Not jealousy. Maybe protectiveness. Did Rebecca understand how strongly Trey could love? Would she be careful not to lead him on if she couldn’t return his feelings? Trey was the romantic. Rebecca seemed more like Zane. Could he trust her to be like him in looking out for Trey? Trey wasn’t a child or anything like that. He simply didn’t shield his heart as well as most people.
Confused by his own reactions, Zane cleared his throat. “Ready to get off this ride?” he asked Rebecca.
Her lips curved. “For now,” she said.
~
Rebecca had never liked massages. The idea of putting herself in someone else’s hands so they could relax her didn’t sit right with her. If she couldn’t relax by herself, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
“Stop wriggling,” Trey scolded, giving her bare bottom cheeks a swat. “You’d think
this
was the torture rack.
She lay face down on a professional style table in another of the playroom’s niches. Pillar candles lit this one, and soft pink rose petals strewed the floor. Both men were smoothing warm scented oil over her. She knew she ought to be enjoying it. Most likely, a normal woman would.