Bound & Teased (3 page)

Ry grasped her by the shoulders and helped her stand. She wobbled on her feet for a few seconds when Ry let her go. Her panties were soaked, her clit pulsing with need. Damn, that hadn’t happened the other times she’d been spanked. When she’d been spanked at the club it had been almost clinical. She never had an inkling it could be this exciting except in her fantasies.

“Okay?” Jed asked, running his finger down her cheek.

Heat flared over her face. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Come sit down.” Ry patted the center of the sofa on the other side of the room.

When had he moved away? Katie shook off the sensual cobwebs and sauntered over to the sofa. She sat, leaving space between her and Ry. Jed grinned at her as he strode over, nudged her to the middle, and took his seat. His thigh brushed hers.

Ry shifted, his hip bumping into hers as he scooted closer to her. Her body temperature shot up. Two men, two hard bodies.

Stay calm, you can handle this.
She settled back and waited.

“We don’t tolerate lateness, five swats from the implement of our choice from each of us for every minute you’re late.” Ry placed his arm around her neck, his hand resting on her shoulder. “And next time it will be on your bare naked ass.”

She nodded twisting her fingers together, wishing her pussy didn’t cream at his words. She should be frightened, but she wasn’t. This was Ry and Jed. The two who had taken her on her eighteenth birthday, showing her sexual heights never to be repeated. At least not yet.

“Are you nervous, Kitty Kat?” Jed asked.

“A little.” She wasn’t going to lie.

Ry opened his mouth, but the ringing of the phone caused him to swear.

“I’ll get it.” Jed rose, ambled over, and snatched up the receiver. “Yes.” His lips pressed together. “Understand. I’ll be right down.” He hung the phone up and stared at her. “Misty’s in trouble. I have to go down to the stables.”

“Take care of her,” Ry said.

Jed nodded. “Go ahead and continue. I’ll catch up when I get back.” He turned and walked to the back of the house.

“So tell me, Katie. How many men have you been with?” Ry asked.

“Four.” Katie squirmed. She hated to admit her failings as a woman. Besides, he didn’t have to know that one relationship was platonic, and the other was a Dom at the club who only played with her. No sex involved. She didn’t want them to think she was totally inexperienced, even if she was.

“Are you saying—”

“Yes, that includes you and Jed.” No hiding, she told herself. When she made her decision to leave New York it was with the knowledge Ry and Jed were the only two men she wanted. Her father could go to hell and back for his ideas on who was a good man for his daughter.

“Then Jed was right. You know very little about our world.”

“More than you think.” Katie gathered up her courage. “Just because I didn’t have intercourse doesn’t mean I didn’t play.”

Ry sprung off the couch as if the fabric burned him. “You played? Where and with who?”

“Ry.” She reached out and took his fist in her hand. Damn, she was breaking the unsaid rules between Dom and sub, but they hadn’t really established them yet. “This is something we can discuss when Jed is here. I don’t want to explain twice.”

And she didn’t. Her time at the club in New York had not only been to satisfy her curiosity, but to help her understand the two men she wanted in her life. Even if at times it scared the crap out of her.

But she was learning to deal with her fear. It was more fear of her own sexuality and learning to understand the needs she had. She trusted Ry and Jed, and Pamela had told her trust was the foundation for any relationship.

She waited, and Ry let out a breath as he sat down. “You know I’ve always been a little protective where you’re concerned.”

“A little.” She laughed. “Remember when you punched Billy because he dared to steal a kiss in the ninth grade?”

Ry smiled. “Billy kissed all the girls. I wanted to be your first kiss.”

Katie relaxed for the first time that night. “You were. Remember you kissed me at my fourteenth birthday party?”

“Yes, I did.” He chuckled before capturing her hand and placing it on his thigh, trapping it under with his. “Let’s talk about limits.”

She blinked at the change of subject, looked at their hands, and then nodded.

“Do you have any objections to rope bondage, the use of handcuffs, or other restraints?”

“No, as long as it’s not painful.”

“Tell me what toys you’ve used.”

She bit her lip, feeling a little embarrassed. “Dildo, vibrator, nipple rings, and a small butt plug.”

“Used them on yourself or someone used them on you?”

“Both.” Katie peeked at him from beneath her lashes. How would he take it?

He frowned. Katie opened her mouth, and he tapped her lips with his finger. “It’s okay. As Jed pointed out, it has been eight years. While I don’t like the idea of you with another man, I can understand it.”

Katie squeezed his thigh beneath her fingers.

“I know you don’t mind being spanked, but what kind of implements are you okay with?”

“Back in time for the good stuff,” Jed said as he strode into the room. This time his chest was covered with a T-shirt.

“Misty okay?” Ry asked.

“Yep, doc has it handled.” Jed dropped down onto the chair. “Misty is one of my mares. She’s due to foal soon, and it hasn’t been easy on her.”

Katie smiled. “So you still love horses.”

“Yes. There are some loves that never go away.” Jed leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So will you allow us to whip you?”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she had to force the words out. “Flogger, but I’m not sure about a whip or cane. I don’t want any welts or blood. That’s a hard limit.” She was amazed at how steady her voice was.

“Agreed,” Ry said.

“As far as sex, what won’t you do?” Jed asked.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” She tilted her head, looking at Jed. What kind of sex were they thinking of?

“Sex without a condom?” Ry asked.

“We can provide you with health reports to show we’re clean,” Jed said.

Katie took a deep breath, trying to calm the fire racing through her veins at the thought of their bare cocks in her pussy. “I’m on birth control, but I’d prefer a condom for any anal sex.”

The men looked at each other, and Ry nodded. “We can live with that.”

“Do you have any objection to fellatio?” Jed asked.

“No.”

“What about same gender?” Ry asked.

Katie shook her head. “Hard limit. No same sex for me.” Women just didn’t do it for her; she had learned that while visiting a club in New York.

“Will you take both of us at the same time?” Jed asked. His gaze held hers. “One in the pussy and one in the ass?”

Her eyes closed then reopened, her heart racing liked she’d run a marathon. “Yes.” Sandwiched between their two hard bodies... Oh yeah, her pussy pulsed at the idea.

“Do you fantasize?” Jed asked.

Her face went hot. “Yes.”

“Will you let us act out those fantasies with you, Kitty Kat?” Jed asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, but a grin played around her lips. Jed had given her the nickname Kitty Kat when he had found her sunbathing nude when she was sixteen. He told her she’d stretched out like a cat sunning itself.

“So far we’re very compatible,” Ry said. “There are things Jed and I won’t do.” He paused, and Jed nodded. “No blood, no welts, no breath play, no medical play, no knives or cutting, no fire play, branding, electrical shock, or fisting. We do limited suspension, but we will work up to that.”

“Sounds fair.” Katie couldn’t believe how calmly they were discussing this. Eight years ago she would have run for the hills. Now...part of her still wanted to run, but the other part couldn’t wait to get started. Her trust in Ry and Jed was unwavering, it was her fear of not being the woman they really wanted and needed that held her back.

“You’re safeword will always be red. That will stop all play. If you’re unsure of something say yellow, we will slow down and talk you through it. But only red will stop us.”

“I can agree to that.”

“Any medical issues we need to know about?” Ry asked.

“No.”

“Good.” Ry leaned back. “There is something else we need to cover. Protocols.”

“One of our required protocols is you will be on time,” Jed said.

“So I noticed.” Katie squirmed, her butt still tingling in a delicious way.

“The next protocol involves the dungeon,” Ry said.

“Dungeon? You have a dungeon?” How hard into play were these two? Okay, she’d heard the rumors as a teenager, but really hadn’t believed them until she was eighteen after their one—and only—night together. Then the next morning her father had shown up and encouraged her to leave for New York with him.

“Yes and that’s where we will play,” Jed said.

“Most of the time,” Ry added. “When you come over, you will go down to the dungeon and remove your clothing.”

“Then proceed to the shower and thoroughly wash and shave,” Jed said.

“You will come back out into the dungeon where there is a special mat for our submissive to stand on.”

“I want you to stand straight and tall, hands resting at the small of your back, legs shoulder-width apart.”

“Eyes straight ahead. When we enter the room you will keep the position until we tell you to move.”

Katie licked her lips and closed her eyes. Her muscles quivered as she centered herself. Not high protocol, but nothing she couldn’t deal with. “I can handle that.” Even as she said the words a shiver of anticipation went through her along with a sliver of doubt. What happened if she made a mistake? Or forgot to do something?

“Once we tell you to move, you may look at us,” Jed said. “In the dungeon you will call us Sir, or Sir Ry and Sir Jed. We’ll call you anything we want.”

“Oh, and to add to the fun, if there is an outfit laid out on the bed, you will put it on before you get into position. No matter what the outfit is,” Ry said.

Katie nodded, not trusting her voice.

“We will never hurt you,” Jed said.

More doubts crowded her mind. She wasn’t worried about them hurting her—they wouldn’t. In her heart and brain she knew this. But what if she couldn’t be the woman they needed? How would she end up hurting them? How much had she hurt them already by leaving?

“But I hurt you both when I ran away,” she blurted out.

Both men frowned. “I take responsibility for that,” Ry said.

Her gaze darted between the two men, unsure of their mood.

“I think we both have to take responsibility,” Jed said.

“You weren’t ready for us, Katie. And we pushed,” Ry said.

“We took your virginity,” Jed said

“But I wanted you to.” Her face grew warm after she said the words, but she wouldn’t recall them. She had enjoyed her time with them. Virgin or not. Unusual, maybe, but they were the only two men she’d ever wanted to give her virginity to. Her eighteenth birthday had been one night she felt truly alive and wanted. They’d given her a precious gift that night. Themselves.

“I think we overwhelmed you that night,” Jed said, running a finger down her warm cheek.

Katie started to shake her head, but Ry cupped her neck. “You left the next day, baby. No explanation, no anything.”

“Okay, maybe I was a bit overwhelmed, but my leaving wasn’t just because of what happened that night.” And that was true. A heaviness settled in her chest.

“Will you tell us why you left?” Jed asked.

“Not tonight.” When Ry started to open his mouth, Katie shook her head. “Please? I will tell you, just not tonight.” She rubbed her palm between her breasts, trying to ease the ache before dropping her hand to her lap.

Ry’s breath caressed her cheek. “You are precious to us, Katie.” He scooted closer. “We may push your limits a bit, but never with pain or something that is a hard limit.” Ry pressed his chest against her right arm, his crisp dark hair tickling her skin.

“We just want you to be ours, Kitty Kat.” Jed turned, his fingers dancing over her shoulder and around her neck.

The heat from both men seared her skin, but she couldn’t move. Fear, anticipation, apprehension, and excitement flooded her entire being. Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened, and her heart pounded.

“Shall we show you the dungeon, Katie?” Ry asked, his fingers playing with her hair.

Katie nodded.

“Oh, no, Kitty Kat,” Jed said. “One more protocol—you will talk. Nodding will be accepted now and then, but you have to voice your wants, your needs, and your desires.” Jed’s touch disappeared.

“We want to hear your cries of pleasure, cries of need, cries of excitement, and screams for us to do it harder and faster,” Ry whispered. “Now stand up, my little submissive.” Ry scooted away from her on the sofa.

“Yes, Sir Ry.” Katie pushed to her feet, amazed her legs held her up. She was a bundle of sexual nerves, and she had no idea of how long she could keep this up without going over the edge.

“Follow me to our dungeon, Kitty Kat.” Jed stood and marched across the living room. Katie followed him down the hall, hearing Ry’s heavy footfalls behind her on the hardwood floor.

Shivers chased up and down her spine. When they reached a door, Jed punched the key pad on the wall until an electronic beep sounded.

“We’ll give you the code,” Ry said.

“Is it...” Katie cursed silently as she stumbled over what she wanted to say. “Is it always locked, Sir Jed?”

“Yes.” Jed gave her a grin. “Be careful on the stairs.” He opened the door and flicked on the lights.

Katie gripped the railing for dear life. What was she doing? She fought an internal battle with her fears down each step until they came to the bottom of the staircase. The room was dark.

“Welcome to your dungeon and our world,” Ry and Jed said together before the room was filled with muted light.

Her jaw dropped open. The room was huge and it was...her mind went blank.

Chapter Three

Ry kept his gaze on Katie, her green eyes grew wide, and she blinked several times. She wasn’t running away screaming…yet. He tried to rein in his thoughts. Katie was here. That’s what mattered.