Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (12 page)

“You’re saying we’ve got to go soft on her?” Cade shook his head. “You and I both now that’s not what she wants, what her body craves.”

Grant sighed and bowed his head. How could he make his friend understand they could give her both at the same time? He understood what was happening in Cade’s head, the division of love and sex created there by years of being with the wrong women, of pleasuring those women despite not truly loving them.

“The sex we have with Justice and the love we feel for her can’t fall on opposite sides of the fence.” He lifted his head. “I know it doesn’t for you. She’s different than any woman we’ve ever shared. You realized that a long time ago the same as I did. Now we have to make her realize it, too.” He heard the bathroom door open, the clack of her heels getting softer as she walked down the hall to Cade’s bedroom, but he didn’t move. He needed to finish what he had to say. “There will be a time when the two have to be divided for all of us to feed the hungers we get. But she’s got to feel the difference when it happens. Making love and fucking aren’t two separate things when you’re with the right woman. That’s what we’ve got to show her.”

Cade studied him for a moment and Grant saw the understanding taking hold in the other man’s eyes. “Well, we can’t show her anything with her in there and us in here.”

Grant followed Cade down the hall, stopping when Cade stopped in the doorway to the bedroom. He watched as a slow, pleased grin spread across Cade’s lips, and peered through the open doorway. Justice was already inside the room, slowly walking the perimeter of the far side where Cade kept all of their sex toys.

Grant leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and hooked a thumb in the pocket of his jeans as he watched her. She dragged a delicate hand down a purple suede flogger hanging among an array of other whips on the wall. Letting the suede slide through her fingers, she moved on to a partially open drawer in a small chest of butt plugs, dildos, vibrators, and various clamps. He saw her peer into the drawer, angle her head as if studying one item in particular, then straighten and slowly turn.

Her gaze lifted as she spotted them in the doorway, heat turning her flesh a spectacular shade of pink, excitement and anticipation dancing in her eyes.

“You’ve changed things since you brought me here.”

“I rearranged a bit,” Cade drawled, taking a step further into the room.

“Added a few things, too.” She circled the Trinity Sex Swing hanging from the ceiling in the center of the area, her attention fixated on the toy.

Grant pushed away from the doorframe, joining Cade just inside the room. They had purchased the sex swing a couple of weeks before, commenting to one another how fantastic Justice would look bound and at their mercy swinging several feet off the floor.

“See anything you like?”

“This looks like it could be fun.” She glanced at him as she continued to examine the harness, her hands gliding over the stirrups and adjustable buckles meant to bind the swinger securely in place. “I haven’t been swinging since I was a little girl.” She shot him another look, this one full of pure amusement. “Of course, this swing is far more mature than anything found on a public playground.”

Grant chuckled and walked to her, stopping close at her back. He reached around her, caught the adjustable straps, and separated them. “Bend forward.” He gently pushed against her back with the front of his body, moving her closer as he brought the strap to her waist.

“Isn’t that backward?” Confusion laced her tone as her hands covered his.

“It’s the perk of a more mature swing. It adapts to many different positions.” He folded his body over hers, bending her forward over the strap. “This will support your waist. Grab those stirrups in front of you. They will help to keep you balanced, but if you let go of them, you’ll fall on your nose.”

“Unless one of you is holding me,” she said as she allowed him to guide her into the harness, curling her fingers over the stirrups and fisting them in a white-knuckled grip.

“We’ll be too busy to hold you.” Confident he had the harness secure at her waist, he skimmed his hands down her thighs. He spread her legs wide on either side of his body, catching the sweet scent of her arousal as he reached for the second set of stirrups. He secured first one and then the other around her ankles, tested their safety, then released them as he moved from between her legs.

“Damn, that’s an amazing sight,” Cade said, walking past them to the cabinet of toys.

Grant circled her, loving the way the position left her breasts hanging free, her back arched, her ass in the air, and her legs spread wide. “How do you feel?”

She turned her head to one side, looking at him through the curtain of ebony hair falling around her face. “Helpless. Defenseless. Safe.”

Grant stopped at her head, pushed the hair from her face, and grazed the backs of his fingers down her cheek. “You are safe. You know that, right?”

She nodded. “I want this.”

“We know you do. We know everything you want and we’ll give it to you one step at a time. All you have to do is trust us.”

* * * *

Her breath caught in her throat. Time. With that final bet during the football game, that word had become the key to the weekend. But Grant hadn’t said it was time. Not yet. Would that time come tonight while they had her hanging in this swing? She had never felt more vulnerable, more at their mercy than she did right now. Fastened securely in the harness, she wouldn’t be able to get away from anything they chose to do to her without harming herself in the process.

She didn’t want to get away. Every part of her body was fully exposed, her ability to touch taken away by the necessity of holding on to the stirrups, her power to stand on her own or to even close her legs shattered by the stirrups binding her ankles tight.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Cade walked toward her, a black blindfold stretched between his hands. Her heart beat triple-time, more out of excitement than fear. “You’re going to blindfold me, too?”

A slow, wicked grin spread across Cade’s lips as he knelt in front of her and held the blindfold close to her face. “Tonight is going to be all about feeling. We want you concentrating on your body’s responses, the pleasure we give you, what it does to your mind, and how it feels in your heart.”

Justice closed her eyes, his words enveloping the heart he spoke of in a tight fist of emotion and fear.

“This weekend is about letting go of everything else, letting yourself free, letting yourself feel, letting us love you.”

Her mind raced as he stretched the blindfold over her eyes. His words acted like a tuning fork to every erogenous zone in her body even as they hit on her deepest fear, losing the love they proclaimed to feel for her.

With her vision gone, her other senses immediately kicked into hyperdrive. She heard Cade’s steady breathing fade as he moved away from her head and the faint sounds of shuffling beside and in front of her, felt the cool breeze from the ceiling fan above his bed stirring the air. Goose pimples rose to the surface of her flesh, clashing with the heat pumping through her and skyrocketing her need to be touched.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” Grant’s voice came from her left. She felt him near her and sucked in a breath when the faintest tip of a finger outlined her hanging breast. “Your nipples are hard. I thought I might have to play with them a minute to get them ready, maybe toy and suck on them, but I see I won’t need to.”

Please.
The word whimpered in her mind, slamming into the question,
Ready for what?
Her question was wordlessly answered in the next instant when solid, padded clamps simultaneously closed on both her nipples. The breath quivered out of her as pleasure danced the thin line of pain through her breasts, delight zinging through her on a direct path to her sodden pussy. The added weight of the clamps pulled on her breasts, intensifying the sensations and capturing her focus. She didn’t hear when Cade moved, didn’t know he had returned to her until she felt the denim of his jeans graze the inside of her legs.

“I noticed your intrigue with a few other things in here besides this swing.” His hand flattened on her bottom, caressing first one cheek and then the other before a finger delved between them to graze over her anus. “The purple flogger seemed to catch your eye. So did something in that drawer, though I’m not sure what.”

Her bottom flexed, her cheeks clenching as she thought of the various sizes of butt plugs she had seen among the array of dildos and vibrators.

“This didn’t come from that drawer, but I think you’ll enjoy it just as much.”

Something cool and moist slipped between the cheeks of her ass. She felt fingers spreading her cheeks apart and a gentle breeze moved over her anus before the object began to slowly enter her tight hole.

“Relax, darlin’, and it won’t hurt,” Cade coached, easing the object deeper past the tight ring of muscle until it settled inside her.

Justice fought to breathe, struggled to think as dark sensations overwhelmed her. Pain, pleasure, mortification, and sheer delight slashed through her bottom, drawing more moisture from her cunt to coat her pussy lips.

“What is that?” she asked on a strangled whisper as her ass involuntarily clenched on the object. The toy started to warm, the inner walls of her anus tingling, spreading the heat through her system.

“Ginger,” Grant answered her. “It will feel cool at first, but the more your sexy ass clenches on it, the hotter it will get.”

Hotter?
Dear God, could she stand it getting hotter? Could she stop her ass from gripping it? She concentrated on relaxing, on preventing her ass from tightening around it. She failed when a tug at her breasts pulled the clamps on both of her nipples, sending a racing train of pleasured pain colliding with the increased burn in her ass.

Her breath caught on a sound she had never heard herself make as delirium sizzled through her. “Grant, please. Cade? Oh, God, I can’t stand it.”

“Yes, you can, love.” Grant nuzzled his face at her ear and whispered softly. “Let it feel good.”

“It does feel good.” She panted as her breathing kicked into a rapid tempo to match the beating of her heart. Wicked, uncontrollable needs tore through her. Her body trembled with her efforts not to move, causing her attempt to relax to fail once again. “It feels too good.”

“Don’t come, darlin’.” Cade’s tone became deeper, more intimate, and thick with authority. “We haven’t given you permission yet. We’re far from through playing.”

A finger danced between her legs drawing her attention as it slipped between her pussy lips and flicked over her throbbing clit. Her hips jerked reflexively, and the burn from the ginger immediately grew stronger, reminding her of its presence and of Grant’s warning. She wouldn’t come yet. The thin line between the pleasure and the pain remained, stretched tightly now until it nearly merged to one, but staying separate enough to keep her teetering on the edge without allowing her to topple over.

“I won’t. I promise but, please, do something.” She needed more, anything to snap that thread, to send her body careening through the cavernous ecstasy just out of her reach.

“What is it you want us to do?” Grant asked softly.

“I don’t know. Anything. Please.” Every inch of her flesh demanded attention, yet neither of them were touching her. Cade had pulled his finger from between her pussy lips, leaving an empty feeling that contrasted with the fullness in her ass until her cunt and bottom screamed in simultaneous agony.

“I don’t think she’s through with the toys yet.” A smile sounded in Cade’s tone as he moved from between her legs.

“No.” Justice gasped in protest, looking back over her shoulder though she couldn’t see him through the blindfold. “Get back where you were. Touch me again. Keep touching me.”

“Are you giving me orders now?” The calm authority in Cade’s tone deepened. “You lost the chance to do that when you lost the bet, darlin’.”

Alarm flittered through her. The bet. God, she had managed to forget about the bet. “No,” she said quickly. “I just need it. I need you. I need both of you.”

“No more than we need you, love,” Grant said. “Do you know how horny it makes us seeing you this way, knowing your beautiful body is finally ours to do with as we please?”

“We want you begging before we make love to you, darlin’.” Cade’s voice came from her right side now, but further away than Grant’s. He hadn’t come to her, but had obviously returned to the cabinet where they kept the toys.

Talons of razor-sharp anticipation slashed through her at the idea of what he would bring back with him next.

“We want to hear you scream,” Cade continued. “We want to know how much you like what we do to you. Of course, we also have to take the time to train you. You’ve obeyed us pretty well so far, but there are some areas that still need work.”

“I’ll do whatever you say, whatever you want, just please make love to me now.” God, she was already begging. She would’ve been humiliated if the needs wreaking havoc through her body weren’t so intense.

“Yes, you will. Now that you’ve stopped fighting us, you’re a good submissive. We always knew you would be.” Cade’s voice got marginally louder as he returned to her.

She sensed him stopping near her right leg, but he didn’t walk around it, didn’t move back between her legs where she desperately wanted him.