Bound to Them (15 page)

He drove forward, far rougher then he’d ever be with Crista.
But Quinn could take it. With each movement of his hips, Nash tugged at Quinn’s
dick. Water streamed down around them, heating their already sizzling-hot skin
as Nash strove toward his peak.

A tingling feeling began in his balls, surging out to
encompass his shaft. His cock hardened, growing larger. Close, so close. His
balls tightened, power raced over him, rushing to his head, encompassing his
body.

“I’m going to come,” Quinn yelled, his shaft twitching
before bursts of white shot from the end of his cock.

Orgasm crashed over Nash, pounding through his body as he
stilled, shuddering, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Damn,” Quinn muttered.

“You said it,” Nash replied as he pulled himself free.

* * * * *

Nash exited the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Quinn had
left him to finish his shower alone. Probably a good idea, Nash didn’t have the
energy for another round. Quinn had completely wiped him out.

He walked into the bedroom and dressed quietly. Crista
remained sleeping, her long blonde hair a halo around her head. She was so
young. A surge of protectiveness hit him. He wanted to wrap her up and shield
her from all hurt.

But she didn’t need that. He’d protect her, sure, but he
couldn’t smother her. That would just drive her away in the end. Leaving the
bedroom, he strode into the kitchen and filled his cup with coffee.

Quinn sat at the table, reading the paper and munching on
toast.

“Where do you suppose Doug is?” Nash asked as he put some
bread in the toaster. A door shut and water went on. Crista was awake.

“Don’t know. Don’t particularly care,” Quinn replied without
glancing up.

“Crista does.”

Quinn looked up at him then, the concern in his eyes
contradicting his dismissive tone. “I know.”

“And he did take care of her for years,” Nash pointed out.
“He protected her. Imagine if she’d gone into foster care.”

“All right, all right, I’m being an asshole,” Quinn ran his
hand over his face. “We’ll have another look around for him today then.”

“Do you suppose he took off after the other night?” Nash
wondered. Doug could be anywhere by now. Nash just hoped that he was safe
wherever he was. Crista had already suffered enough loss—she didn’t need to
lose her brother as well.

Quinn frowned. “I suppose he could have. Where would he have
gone though?”

Nash shrugged.

“We’ll need to keep Crista close,” Quinn said, leaning back
in his seat. “I’m going to call the deputy and see if he’s come up with
anything about O’Ryan.”

Nash nodded, his attention caught as Crista entered the
room.

Jeans and a baggy shirt completely hid her lush body. He
made a mental note to chuck that shirt out as soon as he tore it from her body.
She’d pulled her hair back in that hideous bun. Oh, she was in so much trouble.

“Did you forget something, darlin’?” he asked mildly.

She tensed. “I’m going out to look for Doug. Have you seen
my keys?”

Nash knew exactly where her keys were, he’d watched as Quinn
hid them in a kitchen cupboard.

Quinn gazed at Crista sternly, his arms crossing over his
wide chest. “That’s not what Nash asked you, Crista. Are you allowed to get dressed
without permission?”

She quivered slightly, then firmed her shoulders and raised
her head. Brave girl. Foolish, but brave.

“I’m going to look for my brother. I can hardly do that
naked.” She stared at them both with only a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

“Crista.” Nash deliberately kept his voice low, dark, stern.
“Take off your clothes and present yourself.”

She remained where she was, staring at him.

“You’ve already got twenty coming for dressing without
permission,” Quinn added almost casually. “Do you want another twenty?”

“He’s my brother, I have to help him.”

“And we intend to help you do that. We won’t leave you to do
this on your own, Crista,” Quinn told her. “But we also won’t allow you to pull
back from us. That doesn’t help Doug. Now find your position.”

Crista glanced at them both before moving, quickly pulling
off her clothes and kneeling on the floor.

“Legs apart,” Quinn ordered.

She looked the picture of submission in her nakedness, her
head lowered, her spine straight. Nash strode over, walking around her. He saw
her quiver.

“What did you promise us, sugar?” he asked.

She inhaled sharply. “Honesty, respect, communication.”

“And so if you wanted to look for Doug today, why didn’t you
just simply talk to us?”

Her head rose so suddenly he winced, hoping she didn’t hurt
her neck. He reached down and undid the bun, letting her hair flow free down
her back.

“I didn’t want to bother you guys. It’s your weekend and I
know you don’t like Doug,” she said sadly.

“Crista, look at me,” Quinn commanded.

She turned her head to gaze over at him, her beautiful blue
eyes filled with worry.

“No matter what we feel about Doug, we know that you love
him. And we will always try to do what is best for you. You won’t be happy
until we find Doug, and we won’t be happy until you are happy. You can always
talk to us. Understand? We will always listen and try to come up with a
solution.”

Crista let out a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry. Thank you.”

Quinn smiled. “Don’t thank us yet.” He patted his lap. “Come
and lie over my lap. You’ve got twenty coming to you for disobeying the
no-clothes rule.”

Nash held out a hand, helping her rise. Then he let her go,
leaning against the wall to watch.

Quinn offered Crista his hand, palm up, not entirely sure
she’d take it. But although she was nibbling on her lower lip again, a sure
sign of nervousness, she took his hand without hesitation.

He pulled her over his knees and ran a hand over her pale
back, marveling at her smooth skin.

His balls throbbed, tightening. Damn, every time he saw her
he wanted to drive himself into her, make her his. Having her naked over his
lap was almost more than his control could take. He had a job to fulfill
however.

Spanking that lush, full ass.

A job he was going to enjoy thoroughly.

“Can you start already?” she whined.

He slapped her bottom. “I’ll start when I’m ready, Crista,
not before. I’m busy admiring the view. You have one very sexy ass, you know.”
He ran his hand over her butt cheeks, felt her clench then relax. “Part your
legs.”

She whimpered.

Smack!

“Shall I send Nash for the paddle?” he asked calmly.

“No, no,” she said hastily. Could have been his imagination,
but he could swear her breathing just increased. Fear or arousal?

Quinn dipped his fingers between her now parted thighs. Soaking
wet. He pushed two fingers deep. She groaned.

“I won’t use it this time, but the next time you break a
rule, sweetheart, my paddle will be making an imprint on this fine bottom of
yours.”

He drew his fingers out and held them up to Nash. “Want a
taste?”

Nash nodded. Walking over, he leaned down and sucked Quinn’s
fingers deep into his warm mouth.

Quinn’s cock twitched, his breath catching in arousal.

“Ohhh,” Crista moaned, reminding him of what they were
doing. He took his fingers back.

“Give me your hands,” he told her.

She stiffened but slowly put her hands behind her back. He
clasped them in one hand, knowing how being restrained turned her on.

“Right. Why are you being punished?” he asked, running a
single finger in circles over her smooth skin.

“Because I broke the no-clothes rule,” she replied so
quietly he could scarcely hear her.

“And because you didn’t talk to your Doms about what was
bothering you,” he added. She needed to understand that not only could she come
to them with anything, but that they fully expected she would do so.

“Sorry, Sir,” she said.

“I want you to count them out for me.”

“Yes Sir.”

He smacked his hand down on her bottom, loving the way her
butt quivered, how the skin instantly grew pink and warm. Damn, spanking her
could so easily become an addiction.

“One, Sir. Another please?”

He looked over at Nash, seeing the surprise on his face as
she asked to be spanked.

Quinn smacked his hand down on her bottom again and again.
Crista kept track easily, her voice steady and sure.

He gave her the last spank then immediately drew her up into
his lap, careful not to set her on her hot bottom as he held her close.

“Good girl, I’m very proud of you. You took your punishment
well,” he praised her, kissing her forehead.

She smiled up at him.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Crista shifted uncomfortably on the Jeep seat. Nash turned
to look at her with a smile. “You’re fidgeting a lot. Got ants in your pants?”

She glared at him. “You know very well what’s in my pants. I
have a sore bottom and a piece of plastic up my ass. I’d like to see you sit
still.”

He simply chuckled and turned back around.

After her spanking that morning, Nash had kept her on his
lap, her wrists bound as he’d fed her. They’d tied her hands to keep her from
dressing before they gave her permission. Or so they’d said.

Personally, she figured they just enjoyed keeping her at
their mercy.

Not that she was complaining.

After breakfast, Quinn had taken her into the bathroom, bent
her over the bathroom counter and pushed a different plug up her bottom. A
larger one.

Only then had she been allowed to put clothes on before
they’d left to look for Doug.

Three hours passed with no sign of him.

“Do you think I should call the police?” she asked, unable
to keep the tremor out of her voice.

Nash’s eyes grew concerned. “I don’t know, baby. Has he done
this before?”

“No. He’s never gone missing for this long.”

“But he has gone missing before?” Quinn asked.

Crista nodded.

“We need to talk to the deputy anyway, sugar,” Nash said. “We’ll
ask him about Doug.”

Crista nodded. “Thank you. For everything. I know this isn’t
much of a way to spend a Sunday.”

“What are you talking about? We’ve gotten to spank a naughty
sub, stick a plug up her ass, then drive around with her squirming in our
backseat. All in all a good day for me, what do you say, Quinn?”

“I say we can make it even better. Let’s go talk to the
deputy then head back to the motel.”

* * * * *

Crista couldn’t help but feel depressed as she walked into
the motel room behind Nash. Deputy Reynolds had been polite about her brother,
but she knew he wasn’t really worried. He obviously thought her brother had
just gone on a drinking binge.

He’d also had no luck tracking down O’Ryan. He’d spoken to
Andrew’s boss back in Sacrifice, who’d told him he’d gone on extended leave to
Canada.

She sighed, staring down at the beige carpet dejectedly.

“What are the rules when we’re in the motel alone, darlin’?”
Nash asked gently.

His tone, more than the words, had her head slamming up and
meeting his gaze. She bit her lower lip, but even as her mind protested, her
body warmed. She loved this, ceding control to them. But she still wasn’t
comfortable with this obsession they had with her being naked. She wasn’t
exactly model material. She had cellulite, her stomach wasn’t flat and her
boobs were more than a handful.

Still, they hadn’t complained and she wasn’t ready for this
to be over. If this was what they wanted, well, she’d push past her
embarrassment and give it to them.

Her hands rose to her top. She slipped it off over her head.
Quinn had disappeared into the bedroom, so only Nash watched her, his gaze
fixated on her trembling body.

She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and slowly
drawing the cups off her tender breasts. Her nipples were hard, throbbing as
she tugged her skirt down.

Naked, she knelt as gracefully as she could, spreading her
knees wide and lowering her gaze.

The room fell quiet, the sound of their breathing just a
whisper on the air. Nash stood before her, then leaned down, grasped her chin
and raised her face.

“You don’t know what it does to me, seeing you submit.
You’re so beautiful with your smooth skin and lovely curves.”

Yep, curves is just a nice way of saying fat.

“And just what was that thought?” he asked, gazing at her.

“Just thinking that I can see exactly how affected you are,
Sir,” she replied promptly, keeping her gaze on the thick erection encased in
dark denim before her.

Nash was silent. Guilt, nasty and sickening, coursed through
her at lying to him.

“That so, brat? Well, I think it’s only fair that since you
created the problem that you should fix it.”

He unzipped his jeans, allowing his thick erection to spring
out. Crista licked her lips as he ran his hand over the shaft.

Up and down.

She watched, fixated.

He held his cock out to her.

“Kiss the head.”

Leaning forward, Crista did as he ordered. Her breathing
quickened. She tightened her thighs, feeling her pussy moisten and throb.

“Legs open,” he ordered.

She hastily shoved her thighs apart.

“Good girl,” he said.

She smiled up at him.

A drop of pre-cum appeared at the head of his cock. He ran
his thumb over it then held it out to her. “Open.”

She parted her lips and he slipped his thumb inside. Crista
closed her eyes as she sucked. His fingers danced over her cheek before he
withdrew and slipped his wide cock inside her mouth.

She hummed.

Nash inhaled sharply. “Incredible. Take me in, sugar. Much
as you can, good girl. Just relax. That’s right. When you come back up, take
your time, lick my cock. That’s hot. So hot.”

Crista opened her eyes, turning as Quinn chuckled.

“Should have known this is what had delayed you,” he
drawled, leaning against the bedroom doorway.

“Like you could resist her, kneeling so beautifully, licking
her full lips.”

Quinn just smiled, then moved forward.

“Keep sucking, baby. Make Nash feel good,” he said.

Crista took Nash deep, stretching her lips around his width,
and Quinn stepped up behind him, stripping off the other man’s t-shirt,
revealing his gorgeous chest.

She murmured her approval.

Nash groaned. “Every time she does that it’s like a bolt of
pleasure shoots straight to my balls.”

“Are they tight?” Quinn asked, his hands appearing on Nash’s
chest, his fingers pinching Nash’s nipples.

“What, my balls? Yeah, they’re tight.”

Quinn shoved Nash’s jeans farther down his thighs and cupped
his balls.

“Bastard,” Nash muttered. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t
you?”

Quinn chuckled. “Isn’t it the sweetest sort of pain?
Crista’s mouth around your dick, my hand cupping your balls, playing with them.
I bet you’re in heaven right now. Or you soon will be.”

Crista glanced up at Nash’s tense jaw, the muscles in his
neck standing out as he obviously held himself back.

“Give in.” Quinn’s voice was pure sin as he whispered. “Just
let go, give in.”

Nash yelled as he came. Crista swallowed hastily as his
whole body shuddered for long moments.

She licked his cock with long, slow strokes as he breathed
heavily. Kneeling back, she glanced up at Nash with a smile. He grinned back
and cupped her cheek with his hand.

“Thank you, sugar.”

Crista winked at him. “You’re welcome.”

“Come here, sugar.” Leaning down, Nash pulled her up and
held her close. He kissed her briefly before turning and kissing Quinn. “That
was amazing. Thank you.”

“And now, baby,” Quinn began ominously, “it’s your turn.”

He took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

Quinn didn’t know how he was ever going to last. His cock
pressed tightly against his jeans, begging to be set free, to find release in
Crista’s warm mouth. He’d stripped off his shirt, hoping that would ease the
heat suffusing him.

No such luck.

He led Crista into the bedroom where he’d set out their
scene for the evening. He heard Nash walk in behind them, and turned to see
he’d already stripped himself naked.

“You’ve been a busy boy,” Nash commented, grinning.

Quinn snorted. “Some of us were working while you two were
playing.”

“You’re going to use the spreader bar?” Crista asked,
pointing at a long, thin black bar he’d laid out on the bed.

Nash walked over and picked up the bar. “We sure are. It’s
going between your legs and will attach to each of your ankles with those
cuffs. It will keep your legs open, allowing us to touch and taste you at
will.”

She shivered, but it wasn’t chilly in here. Quinn had even
turned up the heat, not wanting to risk her being in the slightest bit cold.
Even if that meant he boiled.

“Let’s put it on. Spread your legs,” he ordered. He held her
shoulders to steady her as Nash knelt between her legs and attached first one
cuff, then the other to her ankles. Finished, he stood and kissed her gently.

Then Nash’s face firmed. “Tonight, darlin’, we’re going to
take things a step further. But not beyond what we think you can take. What’s
your safe word?”

“Bunny, Sir,” she said, her breath hitching. A touch of nerves,
a lot of need.

Perfect.

“I love hearing you call us Sir,” Nash told her. “If
anything truly hurts you or scares you, say your safe word and we’ll stop and
talk things through. Okay?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.” Nash smiled and she relaxed beneath his hands.

It amazed Quinn how comfortable he was with letting Nash
take the lead. Yet it felt right. Nash would ease her in, make her feel safe.

Then Quinn would push her right over the edge.

Nash stepped to her side.

“Now bend over and place your hands on the mattress. We want
to get a nice look at that plug in your ass.”

Crista leaned over.

Nash stood shoulder to shoulder with Quinn, their heated
skin rubbing. Unable to resist, Quinn leaned over and licked along his neck.
Nash shuddered.

“That is so hot.”

Both men snapped their heads around. Quinn frowned at
Crista, who’d turned to stare at them. “Did we say you could move, Crista?” he
asked in a low voice.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “No Sir.”

“Then eyes front.”

She swiveled her head around. “You’re both so beautiful,
it’s torture not to watch.”

“Does it turn you on, darlin’?” Nash asked. “Watching us
together?”

“Oh yes,” she sighed. “Sir,” she hastily added.

Quinn reached out and ran his hand over her bottom, which
quivered beneath his touch. “Still, you need to learn that when we put you in
position we intend that you stay that way.”

“Like a dog?” Her body stiffened.

Quinn bit back a grin. “Well, I wasn’t thinking of
participating in any role play, but if you like that idea…” he teased.

She gasped. “What?”

“Puppy play. Where the sub pretends to be a puppy.”

“How is that a turn-on?” she asked.

“You’d be surprised, darlin’,” Nash interjected. “You’d look
cute as a little puppy. Completely dependent on us.”

Nash stroked her as he spoke.

Quinn frowned as he realized just how appealing she would
look. “Other people would want to touch her.”

Nash shot him a quelling glare as Crista noticeably
stiffened. “We don’t have to play around others,” Nash said.

“I don’t like the idea of others touching me,” she said.

Quinn cursed silently as he realized she was now more afraid
than aroused. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he growled. “Because we have no
intention of allowing others to touch what is ours. Now I believe you’re owed
some punishment. She’s turning into a bit of a brat, isn’t she?” he asked Nash.

“Uh-huh.” Nash massaged her mound and she relaxed under his
touch.

“I am not a brat!”

“Only a brat would answer back without proper respect.”
Quinn kept his voice mournful as he sighed.

“Sorry, Sir,” she replied, sounding anything but.

Oh, she was gorgeous.

“Let’s take this plug out.” Quinn grasped the base of the
plug and turned it, eliciting a squeal from her.

“Easy, darlin’,” Nash soothed as Quinn slowly removed the
plug and took it into the bathroom, throwing it into the sink. He quickly
returned to where Crista remained in the perfect position for her spanking.
Nash sat on the bed next to her, playing lightly with her nipples.

“Twenty, Crista,” Quinn told her as he ran his hand over her
bottom. “Count them.”

He slapped one cheek, watching the way it squished then
returned to form, leaving a hot, red imprint on her butt.

“One, Sir.”

He spanked her steadily and she never faltered, counting out
each stinging smack, although he noticed how breathless her voice became with
each subsequent spank. Quinn felt disappointed when he got to the end.

“Twenty, Sir. Thank you. I’m sorry for being a brat.”

Quinn rubbed his hand over her skin gently, feeling the heat
seep into his palm. Her ass was a delicious pink now. Nash stood up to look
down at his handiwork.

“Don’t be too sorry, sweetheart. I do enjoy smacking this
fine ass.”

He dipped his hand down to her mound, running a finger
through her folds.

“And you like being spanked, from the feel of this wet
pussy.”

She groaned, dropping her head as he swirled his finger
around her clit. Nash walked over to the bedside table and bathed two of his
fingers with lube.

Quinn grinned. Then he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

“Ohhh,” she sighed.

Nash parted her butt cheeks with one hand. “Well, this is a
pretty bottom, all pink and punished, isn’t it? Relax, darlin’, I’m just going
to have a little play.”

Quinn watched as Nash pushed first one then two fingers into
her ass. They thrust in tandem, Quinn in her pussy, Nash in her asshole.

“Oh, oh, please,” she moaned.

“Please what, pretty girl?” Quinn asked.

“Please, it’s too much, I have to come. I can’t, I can’t—”
She broke off with a small cry. Quinn withdrew and nodded at Nash.

“Stand up, darlin’.” Nash pulled his fingers out of her bottom
and helped her stand. Quinn held her close as Nash walked to the bathroom.

Crista looked up at Quinn, her eyes dazed, her hair wild as
it covered half her face. He brushed the silky strands to the side then leaned
down and kissed her before reaching over and grabbing the handcuffs he’d laid
on the bed.