Bound to Them (10 page)

She nodded.

“We’ll still use condoms,” Nash said. “It’s our job to
protect you. Now why don’t you tell us what turns you on and what doesn’t.”

Crista couldn’t believe that she was sitting in the lap of
one of the sexiest men she’d ever met in her life and he was asking her about
what turned her on.

“Umm, you,” she mumbled.
Duh.

Nash’s chest moved. She turned her head, glaring at him.
“Are you laughing at me?”

“I think he’s just happy to know he turns you on,” Quinn
interjected, for once playing peacemaker. He shifted his weight, drawing her
attention to his body.
Wow.
What had she ever done to deserve not one
but two gorgeous gods in her bedroom?

Crista was well aware of her own looks and they in no way
measured up to the lusciousness before her. She had a nice enough face, not
unpleasant to look at but fairly plain. Her wild hair was long and often messy,
but she considered it her best feature. Her body was a different story. Her
hips were too wide, her boobs big and saggy. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to start
doing some exercises, and maybe try one of those diets Andrew had always been
harping on about. Crista looked down at her stomach and sucked in.

“Crista?” Nash asked. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm? Oh, ahh, nothing.”

“Crista, pay attention,” Quinn said. “Tell us what you want
from us.”

“Oh, umm, well.” Jeez, this was embarrassing.

Nash took pity on her. “You mentioned being restrained
before, so obviously being held down is a turn-on for you.”

She swallowed heavily. “It was. Before.” Before Andrew. Before
he’d destroyed her trust and created nothing but fear.

Nash kissed the top of her head. “We don’t want to frighten
you, darlin’. We’ll start easy on you, okay?”

Quinn sat next to them and pulled her up for a kiss. “Just
know that I can’t wait to have you spread-eagled on the bed, tied down, at my
mercy,” he muttered against her lips.

She shivered. A sliver of fear mixed with plenty of arousal.

Quinn placed his fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet
his gaze. “There will be times where we will want to spank you. For punishment
and for pleasure—”

“Pleasure?” she squealed.

Quinn grinned, his eyebrow rising. “Don’t pretend that the
idea of a spanking doesn’t turn you on. I’ve seen what you read. I bet you’ve
gotten yourself all hot and bothered reading about naughty little subs being
punished, haven’t you?”

Crista blushed but she couldn’t deny it.

“Reality is different. Reality hurts.”

“Sometimes spankings can hurt, when they’re given in
punishment. Sometimes they can be very, very hot,” he crooned. His voice had
her clit tingling, her pussy clenching tightly in reaction.

“Quinn loves spanking naughty subs. He’s an expert with the
flogger. I’m not so much into whips and pain. But I do enjoy being in charge.”
Nash ran his fingers down her arm, leaving tingles of sensation in their wake.
They were surrounding her, heat coursing through her, sending her mind into a
tailspin.

“What would you like to do, darlin’?” Nash asked. “It’s your
choice.”

Warmth filled her at their care, at having these strong men
willing to push aside who they were to make her feel safe. She felt empowered.
Something she’d never experienced with Andrew.

“We do it all.”

Both men smiled and, nervous as she was, she managed to
smile back.

“What safe word would you like to use, darlin’?” Nash asked.

“It was hippopotamus last time.”

“Too long,” Quinn stated emphatically.

“Umm, bunny?”

“Good,” Nash reassured her, lying on his side beside her. He
cupped her breast, running his thumb over the sensitive nipple. She shivered in
reaction.

“If I use my safe word does that mean we’re all over?” she
asked quietly.

Both men looked at her.

“What do you mean?” Nash queried curiously.

“In some of those, ahh, stories, if the sub says her safe
word it’s all over. What if I want to slow down but not stop?”

“Crista, look at me,” Quinn told her softly. She glanced up
at him. “I want to be absolutely clear on this. You will use your safe word if
you need to. Saying it does not mean that everything is over. We want to know
if you’re scared. If you need to slow down, tell us. Talk to us. We will not be
walking out on you. Okay?”

She nodded.

“And there is something else. We also expect obedience when
it comes to your safety. You don’t go anywhere alone. Not until O’Ryan is
found,” Quinn ordered.

Crista frowned. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“It will have to,” Nash replied, his voice uncompromising.
“We know this jerk is violent and we will not risk your safety. If you’re our
sub then you’re ours to protect, to take care of. So do you agree? Are you
willing to be our sub? To let us train you? Bring you unbelievable pleasure?”
Nash asked.

She had her misgivings, but she knew she’d regret it more if
she didn’t give this a chance.

“Yes.”

Quinn met Nash’s gaze.

“Good. Strip.”

Nash expected her to balk and she didn’t let him down. She
drew on her bottom lip.

“Could we turn the light off?” she asked.

Quinn snorted. “We might not be Chippendale dancers,
sweetheart, but I don’t think we’ll have you running screaming.”

She frowned at Quinn. “No, that’s… What? I didn’t mean you
two, you’re gorgeous.”

“Well, you can’t have been talking about yourself, because
you’re so beautiful that hiding your body from us should be a crime,” Quinn
told her, holding out a hand and helping her off Nash’s lap.

He drew off her t-shirt before she could protest. She stood
there, blushing, wearing a pair of pink cotton panties.

“Damn, you’re even sexier than I thought,” Nash told her,
knowing she was nervous and shy. She shook slightly as Quinn pulled off her
practical underwear. He wanted to see her in lace and silk. She deserved every
luxury.

Nash’s breath caught in his lungs. “Beautiful, absolutely
breathtaking, darlin’.”

She smiled shyly. Her hands were tense at her sides and he
knew she was fighting the urge to cover herself. Damn, she had been hiding a
killer body behind those loose clothes.

“I think that’s going to be another rule,” Quinn said,
standing behind her. “Whenever we’re alone in the motel room, you’re to be
naked.”

“Jeez, you guys want to add any more rules?”

Smack.

She jumped and glared over her shoulder at Quinn, who stared
at her sternly. “Brat.”

She grinned, and Nash’s cock grew so hard he was close to
exploding.

“Spread your legs,” Quinn ordered, sending a heated glance
over her shoulder to Nash.

Crista widened her stance, allowing them to see more of that
gorgeous pussy. A trimmed thatch of pale hair covered her mound.

She had deliciously smooth, pale skin. Nash tore his gaze
from her pussy, running it over her stomach and small waist. Large breasts
swung as she shifted nervously, stilling at Quinn’s order to stop. Her dusky
nipples were hard and begging to be touched, licked, tasted.

She was the perfect package. Curvy, sweet and delicious.

“Let your hair down, darlin’,” Nash told her.

She reached up and pulled a nasty-looking clip from her
head. Waves of pale-blonde hair cascaded around her, falling halfway down her
back.

“Her hair smells like strawberries.” Quinn held some up to
his nose, breathing deep.

Nash’s breath stuck in his throat. With her hair down, she
looked simply gorgeous. “Beautiful,” he said huskily. “I don’t want to see your
hair tied up in that bun again.”

A cute line appeared between her eyes. “It gets in my way. I
should cut it.”

“Maybe,” Quinn said. “But not too short I think.”

“Not unless it gives you headaches with its weight,
darlin’,” Nash amended. He remembered his sister getting headaches when she’d
grown her hair out. And Crista appeared to have even more hair than Amelia had.

Nash stood and stripped before settling himself back on the
bed to watch. Crista’s breath caught and she stilled, her gaze roaming his
body. She lingered on his dick and Nash wondered what she was thinking.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Quinn murmured, gazing at Nash.
“Look at his cock. It’s long and smooth and silky. When that enters your pussy
I promise you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“And you?” she asked breathlessly.

“I’m going to fuck you until you lose your mind,” Quinn told
her.

Crista’s face flushed, her eyes sparkled. “Promises,
promises,” she teased. Quinn bit down on her neck in retaliation, making her
whimper as her head flew back.

Nash stroked his shaft as he watched them. Quinn reached
around and cupped Crista’s breasts, holding them up, jiggling them slightly.
Then he let them drop so his fingers could play with her nipples. Rolling them,
pinching lightly.

Crista let out a low groan, her head dropping back onto his
chest. She thrust her hips forward. “More,” she demanded.

Quinn spanked each inner thigh twice. Crista’s mouth dropped
open with shock.

“What was that for?” she gasped.

“One, I told you not to move. Two, you don’t demand. Nash
and I are in charge. We decide if you get more or not.”

“So I don’t get to speak?” She was fired up. Nash thought
she looked even more gorgeous when she was angry. He had to stop stroking his
cock, worried he would come at any second.

“Oh, you can speak,” Quinn replied with a wink at Nash she
couldn’t see. “You can beg, you can ask us nicely and we might do what you ask.
Maybe.”

“Jeez Louise,” she muttered.

“Bratty, isn’t she?” Nash said.

“If she can’t stay still we’ll have to tie her up,” Quinn
commented. Crista’s whole body shuddered, letting them know how much the idea
of that turned her on.

“My balls are about to burst.”

“Hmm,” Quinn murmured. “We can’t have that, can we? Crista,
think you can help Nash with his little problem?”

“Little?” Nash said, feigning outrage.

Crista giggled, nodding. Nash rolled onto his back as she
knelt beside him. She placed one hand on his tanned chest. A light smattering
of dark-blond hair traveled down between his nipples, ending at his stomach.

Crista ran her hand over his abs. Was there any fat on the
man? He was built in long, lean lines but every part of him was strong. She
lightly ran her teeth over his nipples, loving the way he gasped.

The bed shifted as Quinn lay on the other side of Nash. He
sucked Nash’s free nipple into his mouth. Nash groaned, his back arching up as
the two of them worked together.

Quinn lifted his head, reaching down to circle Nash’s engorged
cock. Crista glanced over, watching as he ran his hand up and down the thick
shaft. She licked her lips, suddenly ravenous for his taste.

“Take him in your mouth, Crista. Make his dreams a reality.
Because I know he’s been thinking about having your mouth surround him, sucking
him in deep. Haven’t you, Nash?”

“God, yes,” Nash groaned.

Crista moved her mouth down and tentatively took Nash’s cock
into her mouth. His smooth silkiness struck her immediately. As she lowered her
mouth, sensation changed as he became harder, rougher, but no less
scintillating.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Nash groaned. “Take me inside. Swirl
your tongue around the head of my cock. Shit, that’s good.”

Crista’s confidence grew as the need in his voice increased.
She closed her eyes and just concentrated on touch, scent, hearing. Saltiness
hit her tongue and she stilled, running her tongue over his slit.

“Darlin’, I can’t last much longer. If you need to pull
back, do it now.”

Pull back? Like hell.
Crista increased her pace,
sucking so hard her cheeks hurt.

“Ease down, baby,” Nash said gently. “Don’t make yourself
uncomfortable.”

She relaxed, moving slower.

“That’s it.” His hand tangled in her hair. “You don’t know
how hot it is watching my dick disappear into your mouth. To have your beautiful,
plump lips circle me. Aww.”

Nash let go of her hair, his hips thrusting.

“Good, baby, so good. Get ready. I’m coming.”

Crista swallowed frantically as he came in thick, fast
bursts.

He rested his hand on her head, brushing over her hair. As
the pulses ended, she drew back, blushing as she released him. Nash had long
since gone limp.

He tugged her up over his body so he could kiss her. A
sweet, sensuous kiss. She relaxed against him as if she were a contented cat.

“Thank you so much, that was amazing. Where did you learn to
do that?” A faint tinge of jealousy touched his words.

Crista ducked her head. “Well, I fantasize a lot. And I’ve
been doing some research.”

He tucked his finger under her chin, making her look at him.
It seemed she would never be able to hide around these two. They were
constantly forcing her to answer their questions, no matter how she wished to
hide.

“You learned all that through research?” he asked in
amazement. “Damn, maybe I should do some.”

“Maybe you should,” Quinn agreed wickedly. “I’ll even let
you practice on me.”

Crista glanced up at Quinn. He sat beside them, staring at
them through heavy-lidded eyes. Her cheeks blazed hotter as she realized he’d
watched the two of them.

Nash snorted and pulled Quinn down for a kiss. They came
together hard. So hot she thought steam would rise from where they touched.
Quinn clasped Nash’s cheeks between his hands as Nash grabbed Quinn’s ass,
tugging him closer.

When they drew apart, Crista was breathing as hard as they
were.

“That. Was. Hot.”

Both men turned to look at her, their eyes glazed with lust.
Crista swallowed heavily, almost wishing she’d stayed quiet. Their gazes were
intense, hungry and aimed right at her.

“On your back, baby,” Quinn said in a low voice. “Legs
spread, arms above your head.”

Crista lay on her back between them, moving slowly.

“You have your safe word. What is it?” Quinn asked her.

“Bunny.” Her stomach trembled, nerves threatening to take
over. She took a deep breath. They weren’t Andrew.

“And you will use it if you need to.” It wasn’t a question.
Quinn’s voice was pure steel. He expected to be obeyed.

She nodded.

Quinn leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She
jumped, arching with a low cry.

“You okay, darlin’?” Nash asked. “Do you need to stop?”

A flush of warmth hit her at the obvious concern in his
voice. She knew they wouldn’t treat her as Andrew had.

She’d known Nash for over a month now and admired the way he
handled himself. He was always respectful to her and got on well with the other
men, laughing and joking but never crude. A true gentleman, but with a backbone
of steel.

Quinn was a harder man to judge. Quieter, more serious and
abrupt. He said what he thought. But that helped build her trust in him.
Because what you saw was what you got with Quinn. He was straight up. There was
no subterfuge. If he didn’t like something or someone then he told them. She
didn’t have to guess what he was thinking.

“Well, sweetheart? How you doing?” Quinn asked patiently.
When he moved back, she felt the loss of his touch.

“Yes, I mean, no, I don’t need to stop. I need you. Both of
you. Just take it easy on me. Please.”

“Good.” Quinn’s gaze grew carnal as he watched her. “For
tonight, you may ask questions but you must address us as Sir when you ask
them. Understand?”

She nodded.

“Good girl,” Quinn said. “Now I simply cannot stay away from
that sweet pussy any longer.”

Nash lay alongside her, resting one hand on her breast as
his mouth covered hers in a sweeping kiss. Quinn grasped her legs, widening
them further.

“Can you keep still, Crista?” Quinn asked. Nash pulled away,
dropping his mouth to one of her sensitive nipples.

“I-I think so,” she replied hesitantly. How the hell did she
know?

He stared at her silently, waiting. But for what?

“I think so, Sir,” she said hastily, after finally realizing
what he wanted.

“Good girl. I am going to trust you not to move. Your arms
and legs must stay exactly where they are. Understood?”

She shivered at the dark promise in his voice.

“Yes Sir,” she said breathlessly as Nash moved to her other
nipple, tugging at the bud with his teeth before soothing the small hurt with
his tongue.

The lips of her pussy were parted, cool air invading her.
Crista shivered as Quinn touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, flicking
slightly.

“Do you like having Quinn’s tongue on your clit, darlin’?”
Nash asked her.

She bit her lip, holding back her cries. She didn’t want to
make a fool of herself by crying out. Andrew had demanded her silence.

Nash pinched a nipple. “When I ask a question, sweetheart, I
expect to hear a ‘Yes Sir’,” he said firmly.

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes Sir.”

“Tell me, did Andrew ever play with your pussy?” Nash asked
her casually. “Did he ever thrust his tongue inside your passage? Did he make
you come as he licked you like Quinn is?”

Crista bit back a cry at his questions. They were naughty.
No one had ever talked to her this way in her life. And damn if she didn’t love
it.

Quinn directed his tongue lower, rimming her entrance.

“Crista. I’m not going to keep reminding you to answer me,”
Nash warned her, twisting a nipple gently. The slight pain turned enough of her
attention away from what Quinn was doing to her pussy to allow her to
concentrate on Nash’s questions.

“Oh no, he didn’t. Nothing like this. Sir,” she added breathlessly.

She reached for orgasm, strained for it, but bliss remained
frustratingly out of her reach. The more she tried, the harder it became. There
had to be something wrong with her. Here she was, with two devastatingly
handsome men who were worshipping her body. And she could not come.

Quinn slapped the side of her thigh.

“Oww,” she cried, although the smack didn’t really hurt. But
the sharp shock jolted her out of her own head.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

She frowned, uncertain what he meant.

“Your mind wasn’t here, where it should be.”

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“Yes, you can,” he told her with absolute confidence. “Just
relax,” Quinn crooned as Nash ran his hand up and down her side. “Close your
eyes. Feel Nash touching you, cupping your breast. I’m going to go back to
licking this delicious pussy, I haven’t sated my appetite in the slightest.
You’re addictive, baby. I don’t think I will ever get enough.”

An immediate surge of pleasure swamped her with his words.

Nash chuckled. The skin around his eyes crinkled. “I think
she liked the idea of that.”

Quinn grunted, returning his tongue to her pussy, licking,
nibbling, driving deep. She’d never experienced anything like this. Quinn
brought his fingers into play, plunging them through her wet passage as his
tongue played with her clit. She tilted her hips, driving her feet into the
mattress as she clasped Nash’s shoulders.

Both men immediately drew back.

“No, no,” she yelled at them. “I was so close!” It had been
so long since she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t at her own hands, and they’d just
stolen it from her grasp.

“Who gives the orders around here?” Nash asked, his gaze
cool.

“You two do, Sir,” she said. “But I was so close,” she
wailed.

Quinn sighed, pretending disappointment, but she spotted a
gleam of anticipation in his eyes. “What did I tell you about moving, Crista?”

She swallowed. “You don’t understand.” Staying still had
been impossible in the face of all that pleasure.

Nash shook his head. “Disobedient and she’s forgotten how to
address us.” He grabbed her hands, raising them above her head. He easily held
them in one hand. “Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, but—”

She cut off her protest as Quinn pushed her legs together
and, grabbing her ankles with one hand, raised her legs, exposing her bottom
and pussy.

“What are you doing?” she squealed. “Wait!”

Both men immediately stilled. Quinn lowered her legs so he
could look into her face.

“What is it, Crista?” Quinn queried, his face patient.

“Umm, what are you doing?”

“Spanking you.”

“Like this?” she squeaked, embarrassed by the intimate way
he held her—she felt too exposed, vulnerable.

“Poor Crista. You feel so out of control right now, don’t
you? You have no say over your punishment,” Nash explained, twisting her
nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath as her clit throbbed in reaction. “If this
is how we wish to spank you then you accept that, or if it’s too much for you
then say your safe word.”

“Couldn’t you turn me over?” Lord, was she really trying to
negotiate how they punished her?

“No. We have our reasons for spanking you this way.”

She licked her lips. “And they are?”

They were silent for a long moment and she thought they
weren’t going to answer.

“We want to watch your face this time, to judge your
reaction and make sure you’re okay,” Nash said quietly.

“Oh.” A surge of pleasure raced through her. They were
looking out for her. When was the last time someone had put her first?

She honestly couldn’t remember.

“I just feel so exposed doing it this way.”

Quinn grinned, his smile lighting his normally serious face.
He looked so happy that she almost smiled back.

“That’s definitely an added bonus,” he replied before
raising her legs again. Nash pushed her legs against her chest once more. He
gazed down at her, winking. Crista relaxed. Then the first smack landed.

“Ow.” The spank didn’t really hurt, not much. But she felt
obliged to protest. Maybe they’d end her punishment quicker.

Smack!

Quinn meant business. He spanked her butt, the tops of her
thighs, even her sensitive pussy, which throbbed excitedly with each slap.

Traitor.

The pain seemed too much, too intense, but then her body
started to absorb the ache, heating her blood, making her crave more of the
dark pleasure. She floated, swimming through the pain.

Warm hands ran over her body, bringing her slowly back into
full reality. Crista blinked, shaking her head as she realized Quinn had
stopped and was now holding her.

“Wow.” She blinked, staring up at them. Both men held her
close, warming her as they petted her gently.

“Looked like you were starting to go into subspace,” Nash
said soothingly, placing tender kisses on her face.

“Subspace?” she asked. She’d heard of subspace, but she
didn’t really understand it. “Wouldn’t I need to be in a lot of pain to achieve
that?”

“Not necessarily,” Quinn replied. “Everyone is different.
Although you did start to slip into subspace quickly, we’ll need to watch
that.” He directed this at Nash.

“Whatever you call it, it was wonderful. I feel all relaxed
and dreamy.”

Quinn rolled her over and rubbed something cool onto her
blazing bottom. She sighed at the tender gesture.

“Feel better, sweetheart?” He tugged her back over.

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

Quinn’s eyes warmed as he stood and moved around to the
bottom of the bed.

“Good. Now spread your legs.”

Crista obeyed.

“Nash, hold her arms down.”

Her arms were raised and pushed firmly against the mattress.
Immediately her arousal rocketed higher.

Quinn lowered himself onto his stomach, his arms over her
thighs, firmly pushing them into the mattress. She tugged experimentally,
pulling at her arms, attempting to move her legs. She was held immobile, as
effectively pinned as though there were ropes attached to her ankles and
wrists.