“Wait—”
But it was too late. Before she even knew what he was doing, he was tying one of her wrists to the arm of the chair.
“No—” Panic coursed through her. They were going to restrain her? Why?
Hawke pushed away a lock of hair and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. It calmed her in a way only Ayla had been able to do. Strange, now that she thought about it, there was something about Hawke that reminded her of Ayla. He had a similar serenity about him. Something about him made her feel at ease.
He’s tying me to a chair. No choice anymore.
Instinctively, she began to struggle.
He put a hand on her shoulder, and she stopped. Looking up into his blue eyes, she was again reminded of Ayla. Hawke’s eyes were almost identical to her chamber-mate’s, the blue unique and bright. And caring.
She wasn’t sure why, but his touch soothed her. He kissed her again, this time on the mouth. She could taste Xander on his tongue, and her eyes drifted shut as she sank into the chair. Thoughts drained as he continued to lick her lips, taste her tongue. She felt this kiss everywhere—her breasts, her belly, her pussy. The only one who’d ever kissed her like that before had been Ayla. And, like when Ayla kissed her, she melted.
He released her. Slightly stunned, she opened her eyes. Hawke’s eyes twinkled as he gave her one last look—was that triumph she saw there?—and crossed the room, toward the bed. As he walked, he started removing articles of clothing. He untied the string at the neck of his tunic and pulled it over his head. A new wave of awareness washed over her as Xander’s movement caught her eye. He was naked and he was…magnificent.
They both were. And she wanted them. Wanted this.
Whatever
this
was.
Chapter Four
How strange. As a Rose, she’d been forced to endure men touching her, more men than she could begin to count. She’d had to pretend every second, had to pretend as if she enjoyed taking a man in her mouth. As if she enjoyed spreading her legs to allow a stranger to kneel between her thighs and fuck her. Now, watching Xander stroke Hawke’s smooth back, his fingers lingering on the thin man’s hips, she felt privileged. She was tied, but the restraint only fueled the lust raging through her. Her pussy throbbed, wet and pulsing between her legs.
Something in the dynamics of the men had shifted. Before, when Hawke had been sucking Xander’s cock, there had been tenderness between them. Now Xander yanked off Hawke’s trousers, threw them aside and placed a wide palm between the man’s elegant shoulder blades and none too gently shoved him facedown on the bed. As if earlier had only been a tease for what was to come.
Bryn’s gaze roamed the two men’s naked bodies, landing on Hawke’s ass. Exposed. He was so exposed...as Bryn herself had been so many times. But unlike so many of her experiences, he was making the choice to be fucked.
Xander moved his hands down Hawke’s back, keeping him flat on the bed. Next to the bed on a table was a jar of oil, and Xander dipped his fingers into the liquid. She hitched a breath as she watched him rub the oil in his hands, then he reached around Hawke to grab his very rigid cock. Hawke threw his head back, his mouth open. Xander took Hawke’s penis and began to stroke, up and down, and she could see his grip was firm and steady. Xander’s dick was hard and long as he pumped away at Hawke, pressing his own body against the blond man’s back.
Hawke fisted the bedcovering. “Yes, Xander…fuck.”
“What do you want, Hawke?”
“You know what I want.”
Bryn’s breath hitched. Their language filled her head, and she ached to touch herself. Her arms jerked against the restraints.
Xander took Hawke’s long hair in his hand and pulled sharply. Startled at the violent act, Bryn stilled. But Hawke only groaned louder and pushed his ass against the Captain’s erection.
Xander jerked his hair once more. “Tell me what you want, man.”
Fascinated, Bryn watched as Xander picked up a wooden paddle. It looked ancient and used and the Captain raised it as if... No... Was he really going to use it?
“Stop!” She couldn’t stand to watch Xander hurt Hawke.
But when Hawke looked over his shoulder, he was smiling, and his blue eyes were dark and glossy. She knew that look. Desire.
Facing her, Xander held the paddle in one hand and stroked it lightly with his other. “We found this on an island in the Southern Coast. However, this isn’t exactly the time for a geography lesson.” This time when he stroked Hawke’s back, she could see his touch was gentle. What was going on here? “Just watch, Brian. We brought you here for a reason. To see if you really wanted to be a part of this crew.”
She bit her lip. How could she just watch someone being beaten? But Hawke didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the look on his face was nothing short of joyful.
“Trust us,” the Captain said, as if it was an order.
After a second, she nodded. Despite her hesitation, her body hummed with lust and—gods help her—she wanted to watch. She
wanted
to see what would happen. She’d thought she’d experienced all there was to experience in the realms of sex. But she’d never seen anything like this.
So she watched.
Xander placed one hand on the back of Hawke’s neck. Then he raised the paddle and brought it down on the fleshy part of Hawke’s ass. Bryn gasped as the smack resonated through the room.
“You didn’t tell me what you wanted, H,” Xander said.
“Hit me.”
“What?”
“Hit me again.
Please.
” Hawke’s voice was dry and scratchy, but there was no denying the fact that he meant it. He wanted this.
Xander raised the paddle again. He struck Hawke once more, in the same place. He continued the paddling, and each time the piece of wood landed on flesh, Hawke’s body did something fascinating. Instead of tensing, he seemed to become more relaxed. His upper body went limp, sinking into the mattress. His cries became softer, more erotic, and the sound of the paddle hitting his skin became louder, more intense.
It was as if they’d forgotten she was there. Xander seemed as taken away as Hawke was. It was the two of them, as if only they existed. The connection between them seemed to grow, and the muscles of Xander’s upper body flexed and moved as he continued the motion of paddling his friend. She could nearly feel it, feel the control exchanging between them. Feel the union. Feel the power Xander held over his subject.
Bryn had never seen or experienced anything like it.
Before her eyes, Hawke’s skin was turning rosy, his ass glowing from the onslaught. She wondered how he could stand it, why he wasn’t screaming from the pain. Even his hands, which had been clenching the bedcoverings only moments before, were now relaxed, spread softly on the material. She could see his eyes were closed, and his facial expression was soft.
Eventually Xander slowed, easing the blows, lighter and lighter until he ultimately ceased altogether. She heard Xander’s heavy breathing as he stroked Hawke’s back. What struck her was how compassionately he touched the other man. The contrast between the beating and the gentle way he stroked Hawke touched something inside Bryn, something that made her heart swell with an emotion she couldn’t quite name.
Longing? Perhaps. But longing for what?
When Xander turned to her, she knew what she wanted. Power radiated off him, a power she’d never known. His eyes shone, his breathing was deep and steady. He stood straight and confident. He looked ready to take on the world. And win.
She wanted to know that, wanted to experience what it was like to be in charge. In control. Powerful.
It must have shown in her eyes. Xander shook his head. “Not yet, Brian. You’re not ready yet. However...”
“What?” she asked, and her voice was high and breathy.
Still naked, he approached her. She couldn’t help it. Her gaze roamed over his sleek, smooth skin. When he had been dominating Hawke, he’d exuded power and control.
Her heart pounded with the need to experience such power. She raised her eyes and bit her lip, silently pleading.
He untied her, and she could smell his spicy scent. “Come with me.” He took her hand, and led her across the room to place her directly behind Hawke.
Xander palmed the rosy stain of flesh on Hawke’s ass. “Do you want to get fucked, H?”
“Please,” Hawke said. His tone was soft. Faraway. Wanting. “Yes.”
Xander picked up a phallic-shaped item from a nearby table. Of course, Bryn knew what it was—a device used for fucking. She’d seen them before. Some Jahns liked to use them on the girls. But was Xander really going to use it on Hawke?
He handed it to her. “Your turn.”
The glass piece was heavy in her palm. This had never occurred to her—doing to a man what had always been done to her, to the other girls. But the idea rushed through her, nearly making her tremble with the idea. Power. She held it in her hand.
Xander picked up the jar and poured some oil around Hawke’s ass. He dripped a generous amount near Hawke’s anus, and Bryn’s sex pounded as she watched him use his fingers to ready Hawke for what was about to happen.
What Bryn was about to do.
Xander put down the bottle and with his clean hand he took her palm and placed it on his crotch. She could feel the solid strength of his erection. She clenched her hand around him, and when he gasped, her own sex responded. Two cocks. A fake one in her hand, a real one in the other. She fisted both, loving the control as it rushed through her. She’d always known having a dick equaled power, and she was right. Two men, and she knew she could use both of them. And it would be her choice. A choice she was going to take.
Turning, she gazed at the beautiful man before her. Hawke, with the white-blond hair. First he’d helped save her from her worst nightmare, now he was giving himself to her to use. Her heart swelled with tenderness. Everything that had happened so far this night had been about her. Her safety, her pleasure. Her control.
Xander removed her hand from his crotch, and her fingers trembled as she ran her fingers over Hawke’s smooth skin. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the redeemed flesh where he’d taken his beating. She felt his sigh. Then she took the glass piece, slid it over his slick skin and touched the edge to the rim of his anus. She steadied her trembling hands. Holding her breath, she slowly pushed the smooth glass into him. He gasped, a sound of pleasure. And the glass slid deeper.
She exhaled. This was how it felt. This was how it felt to be in charge, to fuck someone. She pulled the glass out and pushed in again. He cried out, and his pleasure fed her. Everything inside of her buzzed with desire. Power, control, dominance, lust—it all came together in a heady wave that made her feel as if she were high.
As she continued to drive the piece into Hawke’s ass, he squirmed beneath her. Each time she entered him he cried out, louder and louder. She knew those noises, had become an expert in reading them. He was close, very close…
She felt a warm presence behind her. Xander. The heat from his naked body sank into her as he leaned against her body. She buried the glass piece deep into Hawke’s ass and stilled. He moved back, using his own rhythm to fuck the phallic item planted deep inside of him. It was too much. Her pussy was so wet, dripping, and pounding. She couldn’t think, she could barely breathe.
When Xander pressed his erection against her ass and reached around to palm her chest, she froze. He cupped her breast… He’d know.
Oh God…
“Ssssh,” he whispered in her ear. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Fear landed like a sinking ship in her stomach. “No—I can’t—”
“I said sssh.” He then squeezed her breasts and ran his thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples. “It’s okay, love. You’re safe with us.”
From the very beginning, she’d felt this. Safe. Why? What about these men made her feel safe? Pirates didn’t exactly have a reputation for their humanity.
She felt the heat of Xander’s breath on her neck, and a sharp nip to her earlobe. She bit her lip as the moist air sank into her, making her toes curl. Hawke moved his ass slightly, edging himself away from the glass, and then back down on it. She still held the piece in her hand.
Bryn melted. Xander’s naked body behind her, Hawke’s very pleasure at the mercy of her own hand. It was too much.
Xander began to undress her. She lifted her arms and allowed him to remove her tunic. She removed the cloth binding her breasts. Xander’s eyes were dark with desire as she removed the rest of her clothing. Then she was naked. Totally exposed.
She raised her chin, straightened her back. She’s spent so many hours naked, an object for men. But with these two pirates gazing over every curve of her body, she felt appreciated. Valued. Respected..
The glass piece still in her hand, she leaned over Hawke’s back, supporting herself on one arm. His warm skin under her as she fucked him nearly sent her over the edge, but oh God...
He glanced over his shoulder and his irises were dark, a deep indigo that reflected his arousal. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe here.
Xander pressed himself against her back. “We have you, honey.” Hot male skin covered her everywhere. She was burning. Slowly. Exquisitely.
She never knew it could be like this.
Xander stepped between her legs, spreading her. Preparing her. Her pussy ached with want. She wanted him to fill her so much it hurt. His fingers were strong and sure as they opened her wet pussy, and she gasped.
“Yes...” she said, her voice hoarse. “Captain, please...”
“Xander. Say, ‘please, Xander’.”
“Xander.
Please.
”
He slid his cock into her damp folds, teasing her, knowing she wanted him inside of her, but using his erection to turn her on that much more. Her hips moved back, encouraging him to give her what she wanted. She wanted him.
“Fuck me, Xander. Fuck me while I fuck Hawke.”
“Is that what you want, Bryn? To fuck a man while I ravish you?”
“Yes.” And the fact that he’d called her by her female name barely made it into her foggy brain. Because, at that moment, there was nothing else. Nothing mattered but desire. Fucking and being fucked by these two men. Two men who knew what she was. Two men, who, for some unknown reason, she trusted.
With a steady hand he guided himself into her. Filled her. The cry that escaped her lips was unlike anything she’d ever heard out of her mouth. With a firm grip he fisted her short hair and pulled her upright. “I’m going to fuck you, Bryn. And you’re going to fuck Hawke.”
“Yes,” she managed. The word was slow and heavy. Sensation overwhelmed her as she focused on her hand, fucking Hawke. His cries began to mingle with her own as Xander pulled back and thrust into her. He reached around once more to cup her breasts, taking her nipples between his fingertips and pinching. It stung. It stung so much it landed right between her legs in electrifying pleasure.
“Don’t stop, Bryn. You just keep fucking him, or I won’t keep fucking you.”
She realized, in her ecstasy, her hand had stilled, the glass piece buried deep inside Hawke’s ass.
“Okay,” she whispered. Because she couldn’t think. She could only obey.
Mimicking Xander’s movements behind her, she pulled out the piece of glass each time Xander retreated. And when he thrust, so did she. Hawke bucked against the bed. She threw her head back against Xander’s chest. His hands held her steady as he continued to bead her nipples. She felt the sweat of his torso, sleek against the skin of her back.
Skin hitting skin, groans of erotic pleasure, the scent of arousal…they filled the room. There was no world beyond the ship, no brothel, no hiding. She couldn’t keep her gaze off Hawke’s ass and how it was
her
fucking him. It was like having a cock, and as Xander continued to fuck her from behind, she felt her climax building. Legs trembling, belly quivering, nipples throbbing.