Bound to Them (22 page)

“
That
was a scarf, sweetheart,” Quinn told her,
laughing.

“Try again,” Nash urged.

The same sensation. Not enough. She was in agony here. She
strained to think, what could it be?

“A-a feather?”

“Almost, darlin’,” Nash chuckled before torturing her again.
Lips kissed along her leg, drawing her attention.

“No fair,” she whimpered. “One of you is distracting me.”

Quinn chuckled, his mouth on her upper thigh, so close to
where she wanted him the most. They’d kept the butt plug inside her, and she
clenched around it hard as Quinn breathed on her weeping pussy.

“I think someone is protesting too much. This pussy is sopping
wet. Pretty as a rose.”

Crista frowned. Pretty as a rose? Quinn didn’t usually speak
that way.

“Ohh,” she groaned. “A flower. It’s a flower,” she said with
relief.

“Very good, darlin’. However, you did have some help. So I
think after I suck your sweet nipples that I’m going to have to clamp them.”

Crista whimpered.

“Not much of a punishment,” Quinn replied. She sensed him
moving up beside her. He pinched one nipple. “She loves having her nipples
clamped, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes Sir,” she sighed. Two warm, wet mouths enveloped her
nipples. They used their tongues, teeth, lips to bring her nipples to hard, wet
peaks.

Totally in sync, they retreated and Crista groaned.

“Get ready, darlin’,” Nash whispered. Something cold and
hard enveloped the stiff buds. The pressure slowly tightened until her nipples
were pinched just to the point of pain. Her breath came in short gasps.

“Oh, please,” she cried, thrusting her hips up as far as she
could. “Please.”

“Please what, Crista?” Quinn asked.

“I need to come. So badly. Please, Sir.”

“Are you ready for us, darlin’?” Nash asked. “Does your
pussy want my cock? Is your ass begging to take Quinn inside?”

“Yes, oh yes,” she cried. “Both of you. I want both of you.”

“I don’t know. You’ve been very naughty, putting a butt plug
in by yourself. Your Doms are in charge of your bottom, not you. I think that
deserves a spanking, don’t you, Quinn?”

“Yep. And I still owe her some for not telling us straight
away that O’Ryan texted her.”

“B-but I explained that,” she protested.

“Hmm, and for going off and meeting with O’Ryan,” Nash
added.

“What? That’s not fair. I didn’t sneak off. You agreed to
the plan.”

“Yes, you’re right, Nash,” Quinn continued as if she hadn’t
spoken. “Keeping things from us, putting herself in danger and playing with
butt plugs without permission. This could be a long session.”

“That it could. Time to flip over, sugar.”

They took off her blindfold before Nash undid the ropes at
her wrists. Quinn worked on the ones around her feet then helped her sit,
running his hand up and down her arms as Nash placed two pillows on the bed.

He patted the pillows. “Facedown, darlin’, arms and legs
spread and I want your stomach over these pillows. We want easy access to that
fine ass.”

“Okay, baby?” Quinn whispered in her ear. Crista’s love for
him deepened at the caring in his voice.

She nodded. “Yes Sir,” she replied.

“Good, then do as you’re told.” He slapped her on the ass,
making her yelp.

Crista sent him a quelling look over her shoulder. He simply
raised an eyebrow.

“Dirty looks will just add to your spanking, brat,” he
replied.

Crista lay on her front and spread her arms and legs as
she’d been told, knowing she gave them an excellent view of the plug still
lodged in her butt.

But the expected spanking never came.

She peered over her shoulder at them. “What’s wrong?” she
asked, seeing the looks of stricken concern on their faces.

“I can’t believe we let him do this to you.”

Crista looked at them with surprise. The whip marks were
healing and the bruises had moved from purple to a sickening yellow-green.

“Maybe we’d better go easy,” Quinn said, his gaze stuck on
her back. Crista rose to sit on her haunches.

“No, no,” she insisted. “This is what I want. What I need.
It’s what we all need. I am not some fragile flower you need to shelter. I want
you to spank me, paddle me, flog me then take me together. Do it all.”

Quinn looked at her aghast. “I am not flogging your back.”

“Then do my ass, he didn’t get that far. Be the Dom. Give me
what I need.”

There was a long silence, then Quinn and Nash glanced at
each other, communicating silently.

“Did we say you could move, Crista?” Nash asked, his voice
firm.

“No Sir,” she said, sighing in relief as she lay back down.

“She’s gone too long without a firm hand,” Quinn said.
“She’s turning into a brat.”

Crista opened her mouth to retaliate then thought better of
it. After all, she was getting what she wanted. The ropes were placed around
her ankles and wrists again, and she sighed.

“Brace yourself, darlin’,” Nash warned. “I’m taking out this
butt plug.”

Crista tensed but he didn’t immediately pull it out. Instead
he turned the plug, then dragged it out a few inches before pushing it back in,
playing with her mercilessly.

By the time he pulled it fully free, she was writhing,
searching for any sort of friction to ease the ache.

A hard slap landed on her bottom.

“Lie still, sweetheart. Nash is going to spank this ass
until it glows.”

Crista stilled as Nash smacked her ass.

“Damn, I love this butt,” Nash commented. “Just look at the
way it bounces back each time I slap it.”

Crista whimpered as the spanking continued, the stinging in
her butt moving to a deep, fiery pain. Then the pain shifted, sending a glow
throughout her body.

“Okay, darlin’?” Nash asked against her ear, now rubbing her
bottom, spreading the heat throughout her body.

She nodded slightly. Anything else was too much effort.

“I want the words, baby.”

“Green, Sir.”

“Good girl. Quinn is going to use the flogger now. I want
you to say your safe word if you need to.”

The flogger. Before she’d have been filled with a mix of
interest and trepidation. Now, she found herself filled with pure need.

“Yes Sir,” she replied.

Something soft landed against her thigh. She jumped.

“That was it?” she asked. The touch had been so light.

“There are different kinds of floggers, darlin’. Some can be
harsh. Others, like the one Quinn is using, have a gentler effect. They caress
the skin, arouse the sub until she’s begging for release.”

Crista cried out. Quinn worked the flogger up her legs and
over her hot bottom, leaving licks of arousal in his wake. It was too much and
yet not enough.

Her breath came in sharp pants as she struggled to remain
still.

“Touch me, I need you to touch me,” she groaned.

“Spread your legs wider, Crista,” Quinn ordered.

She parted them as wide as she could. He flogged her inner
thighs. Crista yelled out as the flogger touched the vulnerable lips of her
pussy.

“Good, sugar?” Nash asked, drawing her hair back from her
face.

“More! More,” she panted.

Nash chuckled. “You have permission to come, baby.”

As Quinn struck her again, Nash reached down and fingered
her clit, circling it, tapping it. Crista jerked, tugging at her bonds.

Orgasm struck her hard and fast, stealing her breath,
whirling her into a world of swirling colors and little air.

“Breathe through it, darlin’, good girl.”

She came back to find Nash and Quinn on either side of her,
running their hands over her body lightly. They’d untied her.

“Shit,” Quinn cursed. “I should’ve gone slower, it was too
much.”

Crista reached over and took his hand, squeezing tightly.

“It was just right. I have never, ever felt anything so
incredible. Thank you.”

“You sure?” he asked, displaying an uncharacteristic need
for reassurance.

“Totally sure. You can do that to me anytime. But for now…”
She trailed off, letting her gaze speak for her as she stared at the two
erections pressing against her.

Nash gathered her up against his chest, kissing her
thoroughly. His cock pressed against her thigh, firm and insistent. She
shivered in anticipation.

“You sure, darlin’?” he whispered.

Crista nodded. She had never wanted anything more.

“Then come ride me.” Nash lay on his back. Placing his hands
around her hips, he guided her onto him. Crista lowered herself slowly,
savoring the feel of him filling her.

“Damn, you’re tight. And hot, so hot. There is nothing as
delicious as the feel of your pussy around my dick, darlin’.”

She smiled, feeling powerful, beautiful.

“Come here,” Nash ordered, reaching up to grasp the chain
connecting the clamps on her nipples.

Crista gasped at the sensation, part pleasure and part pain,
before lowering herself for his kiss. He ran his hands over her hot bottom,
pulling her cheeks apart.

“Relax, darlin’. We would never hurt you.”

“I know.” She forced herself to stay still as Quinn knelt
behind her, pressing his finger into her asshole.

Crista panted, loving the sensation of Nash in her pussy and
Quinn thrusting his finger in her ass.

“More, please,” she begged. “I need you, Sirs. Both of you.”

“Your wish is our command, darlin’,” Nash told her.

Quinn withdrew his finger and the head of his cock brushed
against her asshole. He drove forward, pushing past the tight ring of muscle
slowly. Inch by agonizing inch he entered her. Crista breathed deep, full of
them both to the point of bursting.

“Hell, you have no idea how good she feels. So tight. So
warm. Shit, how am I supposed to last when she feels so good?” Quinn moaned.

Nash chuckled. “Can’t help you there, man, it’s taking every
bit of control I have just to lie here. I can feel you inside her, and she’s so
tight I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Crista concentrated on her breathing, trying not to be
overwhelmed by the sensations racing through her. They ran their hands over
her, waiting for her to adjust to the feel of them inside her.

“Ready now, darlin’?” Nash asked.

She nodded.

Quinn moved back as Nash thrust himself inside her, their
cocks driving her to new heights of ecstasy. Heat rushed through her, her slick
body pressing against theirs, sandwiched between them.

Nash tugged on her nipple clamps and she screamed, pleasure
rushing straight to her clit. A deep pool of need enveloped her womb, spreading
throughout her body.

“Get ready, darlin’,” Nash told her. “I can’t hold on for
much longer.”

“Come for us, Crista, come now,” Quinn demanded.

Crista reached her peak, her world going black as she
floated. She heard Nash shout, his cum shooting through her pussy. Then Quinn
gave a frantic groan, pumping against her.

And Crista fell back into reality, spasms shaking her body
as she clenched tightly around the two cocks within her.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed, her body leaden with
fatigue as the men spoke quietly, moving around her. Someone parted her legs,
washing her pussy and her bottom.

Two strong, warm bodies surrounded her.

Content, she slept.

Crista woke suddenly, the last vestiges of nightmare
draining away. She slumped back against the pillows, her breath coming in
sharp, hard gasps. Damn it. She thought she’d be too exhausted to dream
tonight.

When were these nightmares going to stop?

It was always the same. Andrew had her tied down and was
beating her. But in her dreams Nash and Quinn didn’t turn up. They didn’t
rescue her.

And she was stuck with Andrew forever.

“A dream, just a dream,” she whispered to herself, wondering
where her men were. Normally when she had a nightmare, they woke her up and
held her, comforting her until she drifted off to sleep.

Without them, she felt cold and lonely.

She pushed back the blankets and walked to the bedroom door,
which sat slightly ajar, light shining through from the living room. The sound
of muted voices hit her.

“We need to leave,” Quinn said. “Pete’s got everything
sorted. There’s nothing here for us now.”

“And Crista?” Nash asked.

“She’ll do what’s best. It’s time we all moved on.”

“I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Why would it hurt her?” Quinn replied. “This was only
temporary. Nobody needs her anymore. She’s free to do as she likes. I have to
go back home.”

“I love you,” Nash replied.

“And I love you,” Quinn said.

They fell silent and she heard them kissing. Crista turned
away, her eyes filling with tears.

They loved each other. They didn’t need her. Nobody needed
her.

The pain stabbed her stomach. She bent over, feeling
physically ill.

Just as well she hadn’t made a fool of herself and declared
her love. That would have been humiliating.

They were leaving. Without her.

Like everyone else in her life, they didn’t need her. Crista
climbed back into the bed and forced her tears back.

Time to go home.

* * * * *

“So this is where Crista grew up, huh?” Quinn looked around
with interest. Sacrifice was a small town—the welcome sign pronounced the
population to be 2024.

They’d parked up on the main street. Their rented Dodge
Charger looked out of place among the Chevy trucks and pickups. Although it
wasn’t a small car, the Chevys and pickups dwarfed it. The Charger was built
more for speed and comfort, while the vehicles around them were used hard every
day.

Quinn still couldn’t believe that she’d left them. Snuck
away from the job site when they’d been busy, leaving just a note, which lay
crinkled and well-worn in his pocket.

Thank you both for everything.

You opened my eyes to a whole different world and you
will forever be in my thoughts.

Love, Crista.

They were in her thoughts? They’d opened her eyes? He
intended to show her another part of their world.

Exactly what happened to a sub when she ran away from the
men who loved her.

Quinn still didn’t understand why she’d snuck off without
talking to them, but he intended to find out.

“How about we try the diner?” he asked. “Shouldn’t take us
long to get someone to tell us where she lives.”

Pete and the other men had refused to give them her address.
And her phone remained smashed on the side of the road. So they were going in
blind. But if they had to knock on every door in this town, they would.

Nothing would stop them from getting to her.

* * * * *

Crista held her belly and breathed through her mouth deeply.

I will not vomit. I will not vomit.

She lay on her bed and repeated the mantra.

Finally her stomach settled and she sighed in relief. The
nausea had started five days ago, as soon as she’d arrived home. What was wrong
with her? Surely it couldn’t be lovesickness. People didn’t get physically ill
from loving someone they couldn’t have, did they?

“Urgh, I’m being so stupid. I know what’s wrong with me. I
just don’t want to admit it.”

I’m pregnant.

“What am I going to do?” She put her hands over her face
with a moan. At first she’d figured that Nash had to be the father. But then
she remembered Quinn had entered her without a condom. He’d pulled out
straightaway. But still, there was a slim possibility that it could be his.
What a mess.

Why did she have to miss that Pill? Why hadn’t she told
them? This would come as such a shock. And not in a good way. The last thing
she wanted was to come between them, to cause any problems, and how could this
not?

Only one of them was the father.

Just then her stomach protested her seated position and she
raced for the toilet, vomiting violently.

Could things get any worse?

* * * * *

“Look.” Nash smiled, turning on as much charm as he could
muster when his temper was on the edge. These people were standing between him
and the woman he loved. He had very little patience for their stalling tactics.
“Like we said, Wanda, we’re friends with Crista. We want to surprise her.”

“If you’re her friends then why don’t you know where she
lives?” Wanda asked, snapping her gum.

Wanda looked as if she was anywhere between forty and sixty.
Her bright-red hair had thick chunks of black highlights. She had a trim build,
probably from waitressing. This might be a small town, but the diner was packed
full of people.

“Crista hasn’t been herself since she got home,” a
dark-haired woman piped up, watching them suspiciously. Around her throat, she
wore a beautiful gold chain necklace. “She’s been very quiet and sad. I caught
her crying yesterday. You two know anything about that?”

Nash looked over at Quinn. “Look, ma’am, if we did upset
Crista, then we will do everything in our power to make it up to her. We just
want to make her happy. We want a chance to talk to her, to make things right.”

The door to the diner jangled as it opened and Wanda moved
away to serve another customer. The dark-haired woman turned to greet the man
who had entered.

“We take care of neighbors around here,” an older man
interjected, grabbing Nash’s attention. “And Crista is one of ours. What makes
you think we’re just going to give her to you?”

His rheumy eyes glared at them, his long beard almost
landing in his plate of food.

“You take care of each other, do you?” Quinn asked coldly.
He’d been quiet up to now. “And where were you lot when O’Ryan was beating on
her, hmm? Did you know he was stalking her? Did you know that Doug was
kidnapped by O’Ryan because he wanted to get to Crista?”

Nash could tell by their shocked faces that they hadn’t
known any of this. “Look, we only want what’s best for Crista. If you won’t
tell us where she lives, then we’ll knock on every door we come to until we
find her.”

“You love her,” the newcomer spoke up, a large man with
piercing gray eyes. His dark hair was graying around his temples. He placed his
hands on the young, dark-haired woman’s shoulders.

Nash straightened. “Yes, we do.” He hoped he wasn’t harming
Crista’s reputation by outing them, but he refused to hide what they were.

Everyone stilled and looked at them.

“Both of you?” the dark-haired woman asked.

“Yes, both of us,” Quinn said, surprising Nash. “That a
problem?”

The woman broke out into a big grin. “No. Boy, has Crista
got some talking to do at our next meeting.”

“Meeting?” Nash asked in confusion, kind of surprised by the
easy way everyone accepted what he’d just said.

The slight brunette nodded enthusiastically. “Our support
meetings. Hasn’t she told you? We meet once a week. A lot of our members don’t
live around here, but they use Skype to come to our meetings. Crista has never
said a word about you two. Sly thing.” The woman grinned. “I’m Natasha, by the
way, and this is my husband Derek.” The man behind her nodded, his gaze still
sizing them up.

“Perhaps, pet, you’d better call Crista and tell her these
two gentlemen are here. Check whether she wants to see them,” Derek said to
Natasha calmly.

Natasha frowned and looked up at him, clearly about to
argue. Derek just gave her a look, one similar to what Nash would have given a
reticent sub. His gaze swung back to the necklace that lay tight around her
neck.

Not a necklace. A collar.

He heard Quinn’s quick, indrawn breath and knew he’d reached
the same conclusion.

Natasha just nodded. “All right.”

She moved outside, drawing out her cell,
leaving Derek with Nash and Quinn.

Derek raised a brow at them. “You know what
I am.”

Nash nodded. “Yeah.”

“Takes one to know one, huh?” Derek said,
grinning wryly. His face grew serious. “Look, I don’t know what is going on
with you two and Crista. But treat her right or you’ll have this whole town on
your ass. I never liked that asshole, but I had no idea he was capable of
harming her.”

Nash nodded as Quinn kept silent, his gaze
stuck on Natasha as she paced outside the window, speaking on her phone.

“We love her. We wouldn’t ever harm her.
Listen, how come you all, well, didn’t…?”

“React when you told us both of you wanted
her?” Derek filled in for him.

“Yeah.”

Those sitting close enough to hear chuckled
loudly.

“Crista hasn’t told you anything about
their support group, has she?”

Nash frowned and shook his head.

“Ahh, well, I’ll try to explain it. They
have a support club for women interested in BDSM. Some of them, like Natasha,
are already in relationships, others are looking for a Dominant. Or two. From
what I understand, a few of them are in ménage relationships. Natasha doesn’t
tell me everything, but I like to know what she’s involved in. Their group is
harmless. In fact, it really does provide support for those that need it.”

He glanced at his wife fondly as she
stepped back into the diner. Nash looked over at Quinn, trying to hide his
surprise at what Derek had revealed.

“Well, baby?” Derek asked.

“She was shocked. But she wants them to
come over to her place.”

Derek nodded. “Good. I’ll give you
directions.”

* * * * *

Crista heard the knock on the door and
stared at it in trepidation, frozen. They were here. Why were they here? She
thought they’d have returned to Seattle as quick as they could.

The knock came again. “Crista? Are you in
there?” Nash asked.

“Crista!” Quinn’s voice sounded hard,
demanding. “Let us in, now. Or I’m going to break down this door.”

Crista was moving before she realized it,
undoing the lock and opening the door. She peered out at them.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey, darlin’.” Nash’s face softened into a
smile. “Can we come in?”

She nodded but didn’t move.

Quinn simply reached in and picked her up,
carrying her down the hall.

“Quinn!” she protested. “You can’t carry
me.”

“And why not?” he asked.

“Because I’m not yours to pick up and move
around,” she told him. “What are you guys doing here?”

Quinn set her on her feet.

Nash sighed and ran his hand through his
hair. He looked tired. They both did. “Why’d you run out on us, darlin’?” Nash
asked. “Was it too much for you, having two of us?”

“What? No.” She shook her head.

“Then why?” Quinn asked. “What would make
you run out? What the hell did we do to cause you to leave like that?”

The hurt and pain in Quinn’s eyes shocked
her. She sat on a chair and gestured them toward the sofa.

“I thought my leaving would be a relief,”
she explained.

“A relief?” Quinn fired back, sitting
forward, his eyes flashing. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Quinn.” Nash placed a hand on his lover’s
knee. Quinn instantly settled.

“Because of that.” She waved a hand at the
two of them. “You two. You have each other. You love each other. You don’t need
me hanging on as a third wheel.”

“What makes you think you’re a third
wheel?” Nash asked.

Crista licked her lips. “Look, I didn’t
want to make a nuisance of myself by sticking around where I wasn’t wanted. I
overheard the two of you that last night before I left. You were talking about
your future and I didn’t feature in it. That’s fine, you don’t love me. I’m a
big girl. I can live with it.”

Crista’s heart was shattering. She could
feel it.

“Tell us something, Crista.” Nash leaned
forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he peered at her intently. “Do you
love us?”

She gaped at him.

“And just remember what happens when you
lie,” Quinn growled.

Crista swallowed. Was she going to do this?
Lay it all on the line and have them completely stomp on the jagged remains of
her pride?

Yeah, it seemed she was.

“Yes,” she said, throwing her shoulders
back proudly. “Yes, I love you. Both of you. I know you don’t feel the same.
That’s why I left. What I don’t understand is what you’re doing here.”

Quinn stood and, leaning over, plucked her
up and sat with her on his lap.

“We’re here, sweetheart, because we love
you. You tore out our hearts when you ran off. I don’t know what you thought
you heard, but whatever it was, you obviously misconstrued what we were saying.
We were talking about our future. About the three of us. About how we were
going to handle our unusual relationship.”

She stared at them both in shock, her jaw
working.

“You love me?”

Nash cupped her cheeks. “Yes, darlin’. Of
course we love you. How could we not? You’re bright, beautiful, sweet and
smart. We want to spend the rest of our lives worshipping you, spoiling you,
loving you.”

“Spanking you, flogging you, dominating
you,” Quinn continued, his eyes dark with passion. “We’re never letting you go,
Crista. No matter where you run to, we’ll follow.”