Chapter Fifteen

Chris pulled some green peppers out of the bin, shut the drawer, and let the fridge door shut. He was still in the process of chastising himself for the way he’d handled Cynthia. As he washed the peppers, he thought about their argument. Stupid. Impatient and stupid. It had been less than twenty-four hours, but it felt more like six months. Waiting on Cynthia to tell him her decision was killing him.

Drawing out a knife, he began to chop the peppers. He had lost his patience with her and blurted out his intent. He’d known she understood what he needed. Still, he should have eased her into it, given her time to accept that to complete their connection, her submission, her trust was needed.

Watching her develop her control over him had been more of a turn-on than he’d expected, but then he’d blown it. Instead of gently introducing her to the idea, he’d demanded it, like an ass. Lord only knew what she would say when she found out he’d planned on having Evan join them.

As he turned on the heat under his sauté pan, the doorbell rang. He knew it wasn’t Cynthia. She had her own key. When he opened the door, he found Evan standing on the porch.

“I went by the restaurant, and they said you’d called in.” His gaze searched Chris’. “You sick?”

“No, come on in.”

Evan followed him into the kitchen, tossing his sunglasses onto the counter. “What’s up?”

Chris turned back to the jambalaya he was cooking. He had to keep busy. “Cynthia and I had a misunderstanding.”

“Don’t tell me, she didn’t go for all the submission and domination stuff. I thought maybe you’d made some headway because she’d become a little bossier, a little more confident, but I guess I was wrong. There are some women who just don’t understand the life and never will.”

Even in his maudlin mood, Chris smiled. “Really? Well, what if I told you that about a week ago, she took me to her house, tied me down, then fucked my brains out?”

He had the pleasure of seeing Evan at a complete loss for words. He shook his head, and Chris nodded.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“She didn’t want to give it up.”

“Give it up?”

“I asked for her submission.”

Evan studied him for a moment. “She said no?”

Mentally, he kicked himself in the ass again. Damn, he had wanted her so badly, wanted that concession from her, that he had thrown good sense to the wind. Beneath it all, he knew the reason, but he wasn’t about to confess to Evan that he wanted Cynthia to admit she loved him.

Evan brought him out of his thoughts. “What happened?”

Chris sighed as he threw the peppers and onions into the heated oil. They sizzled, and a moment later, the scent filled the kitchen. “She asked for time to think. She knew it was coming. All the reading she had been doing, well, there was no way she didn’t understand what I was, what I needed. I think I might have rushed it.”

Evan was opening his mouth to argue when both of them heard the front door click shut.

Cynthia shut the door with an audible click and sucked in a huge breath. Footsteps sounded against Chris’s tiled floor. Licking her lips, she fought the urge to turn and run out the door. The moment he appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, she knew she’d made the right decision. Her stomach flip-flopped, but her heart warmed at the sight of him. The kitchen light poured around him, making it difficult to see his expression in the darkened foyer.

“I didn’t know if I would see you tonight.”

She could sense the question that lay behind the statement. In his voice, she heard the same worry she felt, and for some reason her own nerves seemed to settle a little. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, his feet bare. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

She smiled. “I told you I needed to think about it.”

He nodded. “What did you decide?”

Her heart melted. The man was too good for her, really. Standing there a mixture of pride and vulnerability drifted over his face. He had given her more than she had ever given him, in and out of the bedroom. And he had asked this one thing to make them complete. Even with all his bravado, she sensed the undercurrent of fear. And with that, he completely captured her. No one had ever worried about losing her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back tears. “What do you think?”

He studied her for a moment. Slowly, sensually, his lips curved. A jolt of heat speared from her stomach to her pussy. Every nerve ending in her body came to attention. Damn, all he had to do was smile at her and she was raring to go.

In two giant steps he reached her. Before she could say a word, she was in his arms. He took her mouth with a kiss so forceful it stole her breath and turned her brain to mush. His hands slid from her waist to cup her rear end. Pleasure burst through her as he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I don’t mean to intrude…”

Evan’s amused voice sounded from behind Chris. Chris broke off the kiss and gently set her on the floor.

“Do you want to do this, Cynthia?” He took her hands in his and raised them to his mouth, placing kisses over her knuckles. “Will you let me share you with Evan?”

She swallowed and looked at Evan. Instead of his usual cynical expression, need and understanding filled his gaze. A tremor of lust danced in her blood, while her heart softened.

“Cynthia?”

She turned to face Chris, the worry in his voice mirrored in his solemn air. Wanting to reassure him, she widened her smile, raising herself to her tiptoes and lightly brushing her mouth over his.

“Yes.”

Chris turned to face Evan, who studied the two of them for a second, then came forward slowly. Chris moved behind her, his hands at her waist.

“You do as we say, but you need a safe word, something that you can use to let us know we’ve gone too far.” Evan’s voice was low and calm.

Too far. The two words sent a small shard of trepidation into her gut. She wanted to do this, wanted to share this experience, to give and receive. But even as her mind understood that her heart skipped a beat in fear.

When she said nothing, Chris said, “Any problems?” His breath was hot against her skin, and she could feel his lips brush her earlobe as he spoke.

She wanted this. It scared the living hell out of her and excited her at the same time, but still, she yearned to offer this to Chris.

“N-no.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry. I’m just a little nervous about all of this.”

“No need to apologize. This is new, and I know a little scary. We’ll take our time. You just tell us when you get overwhelmed.”

She nodded.

“You have your safe word?” Evan asked.

She nodded again as she watched him. He reached for her shirt, his gaze never wavering from her face.

“Biscuits.”

She felt Chris’s lips curve. “I like that. Our roles are now reversed, and unless you say that safe word, I have the power. From now on, you answer only when spoken to. Do you understand, Cynthia?”

“Yes.”

Chris took over the task of pulling off her shirt. She felt Evan’s hands on the clasp of her bra. Both garments ended up somewhere on the floor. Evan’s gaze roamed down her body, stopping at her breasts. He brushed his thumb over her nipple while Chris unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She’d forgone panties, so within moments she stood completely naked between two fully clothed men.

Chris’s mouth brushed her shoulder as he placed kisses leading to her neck. Evan dropped to his knees in front of her, putting him at eye level with her breasts. Both of his hands caressed her as he licked her nipples. The feel of another man’s hands and mouth on her breasts should have disgusted her, or at least made her feel nervous. Instead, her hunger grew, her body reacted instantly.

“Ahh, you have such pretty little tits, Cynthia.” He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Chris continued to kiss her neck, but his hands had moved to her ass. His talented fingers drifted over the sensitive skin, sending a rush of heat to her sex.

“Damn, Chris, is she always this responsive?” Without waiting for an answer, Evan shifted to her other breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth, grazing the tip with his teeth.

Chris chuckled. “Always. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes.” Her voice came out as a whisper. She couldn’t fight the craving clawing at her belly, as both men slowly caressed her skin. She knew they were building her up to push her to the edge, and God help her, that excited her more.

Evan pulled back from her breast, his breathing a bit labored. She opened her eyes and looked at him as Chris’s hands replaced Evan’s mouth on her breasts. Her gaze traveled down Evan’s body until it reached the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. She enjoyed a small spurt of triumph at the idea that she’d gotten to Evan.

“You proud of yourself, Cynthia? Really think you’re something because you have two men harder than pikes ready to fuck you until you can’t walk?” She heard the warning in Evan’s voice.

“Yes.”

His eyes flared in admiration, and his lips curved. “You no longer hold the Domme role, you are now a sub. Spread your legs. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

She hesitated, but not out of fear or embarrassment but in defiance to see how far she could push him.

Chris squeezed both nipples. “Spread your legs for him, Cynthia.”

She didn’t hesitate this time but moved her feet out further. Chris pinched one nipple, then the other as a reward. She bit her lip to keep from groaning. Evan ducked his head and leaned closer to her sex.

After taking a deep breath, he said, “Nothing like the scent of an aroused woman. And I like a shaved pussy.”

He pressed his mouth between her legs, his tongue sliding down her slit while he inserted one finger into her cunt. As he began to move his finger, he brushed his tongue against her clit. Cynthia almost came then and there, and her knees buckled.

“Now, Cynthia, you know you aren’t allowed to come until I say.”

Chris’s voice was stern, but she couldn’t miss that it had deepened, his excitement humming just beneath the surface. His desire became her own, heightening her passion, her pleasure. Evan added another finger and groaned. He pulled back slightly and looked up at her and Chris.

“I think we need to move this to the bedroom, Chris.”

She felt Chris nod and Evan stood. As he turned and walked toward the bedroom, Chris moved his hands from her breasts to her waist, urging her forward. It was hard for her to walk since her body was throbbing. Each step was excruciatingly arousing.

Once they reached the bedroom, she noticed that Evan was already undressing. She watched, unable to turn away from the sight in front of her. Chris was gorgeous, the only man she wanted for a lifetime and more. Evan’s body was harsher, his muscles sculpted from his years in construction. She licked her lips when he pulled down his pants and revealed his throbbing erection. A bit longer than Chris’s cock, Evan’s was not quite as thick. It jutted out from a nest of golden-brown hair, the crown of it purple, with a pearl of cum wetting the head of it. She licked her lips again.

A stinging slap on her rear end broke her attention. It vibrated down to her pussy. “Don’t be bad, Cynthia,” Chris said, but she heard the amusement in his voice. He moved from behind her and undressed in record time. Then he held his hand out to her. “Come on, baby.”

She smiled at him, and his eyes lit with delight. She took his hand and allowed him to guide her to the bed. He pulled open the drawer to the bedside table, retrieving a set of padded cuffs she hadn’t seen before, along with a blindfold.

“Lie down, arms above your head, palms up.”

At first, she didn’t follow his orders. Not because she didn’t want to, but her fear of submitting to him rose unheeded. Would she lose herself again? She looked up at Chris. He waited patiently by the bed. Waiting for her decision. Again, he was leaving it up to her.

With a deep breath, she followed his instructions, allowing him to attach the restraints. As soon as Chris finished, Evan placed the blindfold over her eyes, throwing her into darkness.

Panic came first. She didn’t like not being able to see what was happening around her. Her pulse scrambled, and her throat started to close up on her.

“Breathe,” Evan said. He touched her shoulder, his fingers massaging her tense muscles. “Just let your other senses take over.”

She focused on the feel of his gentle touch and the reassuring tone of his voice. Drawing in a gulp of air, she calmed herself and followed Evan’s advice. As her heartbeat slowed, her other four senses took over. She felt Evan pull away, but she didn’t freak out. Instead, she listened to the sound of the two men moving around the room.

“You know the reason for this, of course.” Chris’s voice was huskier. She curled her toes. The back of someone’s fingers brushed the side of her breast. “It will heighten your enjoyment. Taking one sense away allows you to the use the others more. Are you still okay?”

She smiled at the worry in his voice. “Yes.”

Chris was right. Her sense of smell sharpened. She could even tell the men apart. Evan’s scent was enticing, spicy. But Chris’ aroused her. It called to her, swept through her blood.

She felt a tongue move over her nipple, and she shuddered. The bed dipped on her left side, where Evan had been standing. He lay beside her, the heat of his body warming her. Nipping at her ear, he rolled her nipple between his fingers, applying just enough pressure. A spark of electricity shot through her veins. She jolted.

Evan’s fingers stopped moving. “Don’t move.”

His hard voice washed over her. Absolute authority rang in his tone, but instead of rebelling, it awakened something deep within her. Something that sent heat licking down her spine.

As soon as she settled, Evan resumed his task. He soon replaced his fingers with his mouth, grazing his teeth over the tip of her nipple, then sucking hard as he had earlier.

Chris joined them on the bed. He took her lips in a scorching, wet kiss, even as his fingers danced down her body to her cunt, slipping between her drenched folds. She stiffened as his thumb brushed her clit.

She wanted—no needed—to come. The ache pulsed, her abdominal muscles tightening painfully. Cynthia gritted her teeth and tried to think of something—anything—to keep her from coming.

Lifting his head so his mouth was just a few inches away, Chris said, “Baby. You’re so wet.” He pressed harder, and tension built in her stomach, heat slipping down between her legs. Another gush of cream filled her pussy.

Just as she reached the point she was sure she would come, Chris pulled his hand away. “Not just yet, chéri .”

She groaned, although it came out as more of a growl. Both men chuckled appreciatively, but it didn’t make them move any faster. She flexed her hands, irritated that she couldn’t call the shots. But even as her mind wanted the control, her body was responding. She shivered as Evan’s tongue slid along her soaked channel. He murmured appreciatively, the sound sending a vibration to her very core. At the same time, Chris was concentrating on her breasts. His tongue rasped over one nipple, fingers pinching the other. Soon, he had both breasts so sensitive that when he blew on her nipples, she almost came.

With each little lick, each touch, each erotic whisper, they pushed her to the edge of her sanity, ratcheting up the pressure.

“Come on, baby,” Chris whispered, his mouth still hot on her skin. “Let go, come for me.”

Every molecule of her being insisted on relief, but she couldn’t. Something within her held back, something that just wouldn’t allow her the relief she needed so desperately.

Evan lifted his mouth away from her.

“You’re still trying to control.” He let loose a disgusted sigh. “You don’t get to choose when you come. We do.”

Authority threaded his tone. Irritation surged. She opened her mouth to tell him just what she thought of him. But before a word came out, he slapped her pussy. The sting of the smack left her speechless, as did the one that followed. It vibrated deep within her sex.

He blew against her skin as Chris dragged his teeth over the tip of her nipple. One more slap, then Evan set about feasting on her again. His tongue invaded immediately. Cynthia’s blood roared in her head, her body taking over, not allowing her mind any control. The muscles of her inner thighs shook, the tremor winding around the pleasure. As Evan added his finger again, she felt the control slip from her grip.

Chris moved from her breast, licking and nipping his way to her mouth. “Just let it come, Cynthia.”

She shook her head in denial even as pleasure erupted. Her orgasm ripped a scream from her throat. She vaguely registered Chris’s crooning approval as Evan shot her up and over once more.

This time, she came with such force that she bowed against Evan’s mouth as Chris greedily captured her nipple. Both of the men continued until the last of her convulsions dissolved. She barely registered when one of the men unsnapped a restraint and lifted her off the bed and into his lap. She didn’t know who it was until Chris murmured against her ear.

“You did good, baby.”

She shivered as the air cooled against her wet skin.

“Not far enough, if you ask me.” Disapproval filled Evan’s voice, causing her to stiffen her spine.

Chris chuckled. “Don’t argue, Cynthia.” He stroked his hands up and down her arms, the touch reassuring her. “Evan demands a lot from his subs.”

Chris slipped his fingers beneath the blindfold and tugged it off. Even though it wasn’t bright, she blinked at being thrust back into sight. The sound of foil ripping told her that Evan was getting a condom ready. He slid onto the mattress and Chris settled her on top of Evan’s body. After Chris reattached her cuffs, slipping the strap between the slats on the headboard, he moved behind her. She felt the cool lubricant he worked up her ass to prepare her for his entry.

He removed his finger and stepped away. While he was gone, Evan nipped at her chin, then skimmed his hands across her backside.

“Chris is getting ready, but I want to remind you of the rules.” He squeezed her cheeks until she looked down at him. “You have a safe word, be sure to use it if you need to. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He smiled as he traced one finger between her cheeks. “I knew you’d be fun to have as a sub.”

She frowned but before she could respond, Chris slapped her rear to gain her attention. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Just trying to save you from getting in trouble, babe.”

He smoothed his hands over her ass cheeks. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his palms gliding over her flesh, squeezing, teasing. She responded instinctively, as if she had no control over her own reactions.

Chris slipped his hands to her waist, urging her up to straddle Evan. Her sex pressed against Evan’s cock, and he groaned.

“Damn, you’re wet.”

She studied his face as Chris continued caressing her skin. A flush lit Evan’s cheeks, lust darkened his blue eyes. The bed sagged more, telling her that Chris was moving closer. As his hands left, Evan’s replaced them, steadying her.

Panic flashed again, causing her to take huge gulps of air. This was another step she wasn’t sure she could take. Excitement intertwined with fear, her brain resisted while her body craved.

Her heart stuttered as she felt the tip of Chris’s penis at her back entrance. Evan leaned up and rained kisses over her face as he held her still for Chris’s entry. Pain came first as he eased his way in. The initial shock soon melded with pleasure. He’d worked his cock all the way up her ass. Evan shifted his weight beneath her. With a gentleness she didn’t expect, he slipped the head of his cock into her cunt. Even as wet as she was, it was difficult for him to enter.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ll make it.”

Chris kept repeating the words but her mind rebelled. His soothing tone did nothing to ease the alarm gripping her. Arousal skimmed over her flesh, fear chilled her mind. She bucked but she was pinned between both men, held captive on the bed.

“Cynthia, please.” Chris’s breath feathered over her ear. “Let go. This is for you, what you need. I’m here.”

Terror fluttered in her chest. She felt Chris’s lips against her skin. When he spoke next, his tone had firmed. “There’s nothing you can do, nowhere you can go. This is what you want. Just let go. I’m here for you.”

She concentrated on his words, listened to his assurances.

“Concentrate on the pleasure. You aren’t losing here, Cynthia. This isn’t a game.”

She stilled but her body shivered with denial. She squeezed her eyes shut, the tears she hadn’t known were there rolled down her cheeks. Chris leaned forward and nuzzled against her face.

“This is not about who wins, this is about release, allowing me to take care of you. You need to let your mind take a rest. Your body is telling you what you crave.”

She focused on that. The alarm that had frozen her dissolved as the timbre of Chris’s words soothed her anxiety.

Both men had held themselves still while Chris calmed her. Knowing what it had cost them, feeling them both throbbing deep within her, she deliberately relaxed.

“That’s it, sugar.” Evan’s voice was almost as comforting as Chris’s, but arousal had added a rough edge to it. The sound of it danced over her nerve endings, injecting an extra spark to her excitement.

“Ready, baby?” Chris asked.

When she nodded, both men started moving in tandem. As she let her primal senses respond, her hunger grew, her doubts receded. Giving in, allowing Chris to command her to his will wasn’t something she was just doing. It was a longing that only he could satisfy. Unbelievably, arousal built again, this time deeper, sharper. Chris and Evan wove a spell of sensuality, drenching her with their passion, their own need to give her satisfaction. All thought disappeared as she gave herself over to the pleasure both men offered her.

Their thrusts increased, the pressure within her built.

“Give over, Cynthia.” With Chris’s tortured plea, the raw demand spoke to her soul. It was too much to resist and she fell, shattering into a thousand different pieces as her orgasm swept through her. Bliss surged, her body trembling with her release. Just as she started to come down from that first release, Evan groaned, bucking beneath her, pushing her back up into another orgasm, this one stronger than the first. She shuddered as she came. Chris shouted her name and followed her into pleasure.