Healing Pleasure (19 page)

“Were you now?” Brit drawled. “Well, I guess we can take that into consideration in a few minutes.”

She didn’t have to be looking at Trey for him to see the trepidation and anticipation that shuddered through her. “What’s in a few minutes?”

“That all depends on how the conversation we’re about to have goes, sugar.”

Her throat worked as she gulped and glanced at him. “What conversation?”

“The one where you’re gonna tell us why you’ve been ignoring our calls and staying away until today,” Brit told her.

“How is your knee? You were sitting on it a few minutes ago.”

Trey bit back a grin at the patient look Brit gave her.

“It’s great. Better than ever. And, before you ask, I ain’t had any more episodes since the one you walked in on your first night at the ranch.”

“That’s fantastic.”

Something in her tone set of Trey’s warning bells, but he didn’t interrupt.

“I’ve got two weeks of leave left to make sure it and my head get back to normal.” Brit nodded. “I think I’m gonna make it after all.”

She closed her eyes briefly and then asked, “Then you’ll both be going back to the Navy, right?”

And there it was. It had to be. The deep breath she’d taken before she’d asked that question, the way she’d closed her eyes as if preparing herself for the answer said it all.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding us, sugar?”

She met his gaze and then dragged her attention up as she wiggled her wrists. “Can you untie me, please?”

Trey glanced at Brit, saw his friend’s almost infinitesimal nod, and ignored it as she shook his head. “Maybe after you answer me.”

Her temper sparked. He saw the flash in her eyes. Damn, the woman was sexy as hell when she got frustrated.

“Fine. It’s part of it. Now, untie me, please.”

“Is the guy you wouldn’t tell us about the other part?”

She inhaled a startled breath at Brit’s question, her head whipping on the pillow to face him. “I don’t—”

“No fibbing, darlin’. You lie to me right now and the spanking I plan to give you when we’re done with this talk will be more pain than pleasure.”

“You’re not going to spank me.” Her tone was half squeak and half temper.

“We’ll see about that, sugar. Who is he?”

She slammed her eyes shut and whipped her head from side to side on the pillow. “No. It doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t it?” Trey asked. “He’s the one that put the pain I see in your eyes almost every time you submit to one of us. He hurt you and you’re damn well going to tell us how.”

“He died, okay!” The words exploded from her on a cracked rush.

“Jesus,” Brit whispered.

Trey stared down at her, the single tear that snaked down her temple tearing at his heart. “Who was he, baby? How did he die?”

She pushed a hard breath from her lungs and slowly opened her eyes to meet his gaze. “His name was Mark. I met him about a year after my mother abandoned me and my father. I didn’t love him, not in the boyfriend kind of way, and he didn’t love me that way. We were best friends. We shared everything and explored everything together.”

“Including BDSM.” Brit’s tone rang with a sudden understanding. “He’s the one who started training you.”

She nodded, but her gaze remained locked with Trey’s. “Neither of us really knew much about it. We watched movies, read books, and that sort of thing. You said submitting comes naturally to some women. Apparently, domination comes naturally to some men. He seemed to know what to do, to be able to read my responses, and give me what I wanted without any instruction from anyone.”

“No one ever trained us to be Doms,” Brit told her.

A small smile tilted her lips as she turned her head to look at him. “Then you understand what I mean.” Her head turned again, but, this time, she stared at the ceiling rather than either of them. “He was killed two months after we started experimenting. He went out without me one night and got hit by a drunk driver. He died on impact.” She lifted a shoulder and another tear leaked from her eye. “Then I was alone again. My father has always been there, of course, and we’ve always been close, but I’ve never been able to really open up to him. I don’t know why. I couldn’t even explain it to Barbara.”

Trey wiped the tear away with the back of his finger. “She’s your stepmother, right?”

Lena nodded, but still didn’t look at him. “My stepmother and the counselor my dad found to help me get through my mother’s abandonment and Mark’s death.” She gave a watery half laugh. “Tell her about my relationship with Mark…God, you can just imagine how crazy that was.”

“You told me in the pond it had been five years since you’d had sex,” Trey reminded her. “Is that how long it’s been since Mark died?”

She shook her head. “He’s been gone longer. I tried to move on, tried to date, but it didn’t feel right.” Her cheeks turned pink. “All the guys I met were too vanilla after what Mark and I had done. They were boring and too much of a pushover.” She shrugged again and finally looked at him. “I guess he kind of spoiled the evil girl in me.”

Trey chuckled. “You know that’s exactly what Brit and I want to do, too, right?”

She swallowed visibly and licked her lips. “You mean until the two of you leave, until the day comes when…”

“We don’t come back?”

Her eyes closed at Brit’s words and Trey realized his buddy had it the proverbial nail on the head.

“That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” he asked softly. “You’re afraid you’ll give yourself to us, we’ll go back to the SEALs, and neither of us will come back alive.”

“I don’t want to ever feel that lost and lonely again,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “That part of me Mark discovered, I feel lost when I have to lock it away and being with someone I can’t show it to makes me feel lonely.”

“Darlin’, we can’t promise you nothing will ever happen to one of us, or hell, even both of us. What we can promise is to love and cherish every part of you until our dying day.”

“Can you accept that much, Lena?” Trey asked, his heart in his throat. “Can you let us give you that much?”

She gave another watery laugh and tried to reach for him, but the bands on her wrists prevented it. She shot a narrow-eyed glance at them and growled. “I don’t have choice.”

Trey pushed himself up and reached for the straps, intending to untie her.

“No,” she said, stopping him. “I meant I have to accept it because I’m feeling more lost and lonely without the two of you. That’s why I’d decided to come back to the ranch today. I’ve been going crazy forcing myself to stay away.”

“Oh, baby.” Trey gathered her in his arms as much as the restraints they’d put on her allowed. “You’re not the only one who’s been going crazy.”

“Then make love to me,” she said against his mouth. “Spank me, torture me, do whatever you want to do to me, but make love to me, now.”

* * * *

Anticipation made Lena shake as Trey lowered her to lie back on the bed. She watched him as he slid to the floor, straightened, and made quick work of stripping off his clothes. Movement at the foot of the bed drew her attention to Brit, who had already stripped and was reaching for the straps binding her ankles.

“Damn, I love the way you two get naked so fast.”

Both men chuckled. Trey leaned over the bed, his marvelously thick cock fully erect and nearly in her face as he reached for the strap on her right wrist. She licked her lips, hoping she’d finally get the chance to taste him, but not asking this time. Brit had denied her the other night. Maybe if she kept her desire to herself, she’d get what she wanted.

Trey crawled onto the edge of the bed, leaned over her to reach the strap on her left wrist, and she couldn’t resist. His cock was right there. She needed only to lift her head, angle it a bit, and stick out her tongue. She did just that, smiling as she swiped the tip of her tongue over his engorged cockhead, and came away with a bead of pre-cum to taste. It was all he allowed her before he quickly unstrapped her wrist and moved away.

“No fair,” she pouted. Now able to move, she sat up and attempted to reach for him. The authority that darkened his eyes thrilled her. She was taking liberties and he was about to put a stop to that.

“I’ll tell you what’s fair, sugar.” He looked at Brit and lifted a brow. “You wanted to do the honors, I believe.”

“You’re damn right I do.”

Brit was on the other side of the bed, hooking an arm around her, and lifting her into the air before she knew what was happening. In the next moment, he was spinning her around and draping her over his lap.

“Brit, your knee.” Worried she might hurt him, she battled the urge to kick and flail on his lap.

“Darlin’, there ain’t a bit of pain going through my knee right now,” he assured her, one strong arm sliding over the back of her waist to effectively hold her in place.

Though she knew it was coming, the first smack to her ass made every muscle in her body tense, the sting traveling a direct course to her pussy. The second slap to her other cheek intensified the sensations, igniting a fire in her clit set for almost immediate detonation.

“Do you know why I’m spanking you, Lena?” His hand flattened on her ass again, and she tensed, waiting for the next strike that didn’t come. “Beside the fact that you told me to.”

She would’ve thought that in itself would’ve earned her this. “No, sir.”

“Trey wants your pretty ass all nice and red before he fucks it this time.”

The palm of his hand connected with her ass again, followed by two more smacks in rapid succession that sent her to a dizzying state. A comment to that had been forming on her lips, but before she could gather her senses to remember what it had been, more smacks rained on her ass. His hand finally stilled, his palm lovingly caressing her smarting cheeks and soothing the burn. The flames licking her inner core compelled her to wiggle her bottom in a futile attempt to get his hand between her legs, his fingers inside her, and his thumb pressing against her throbbing clit.

Instead, his hand slid to the small of her back, his other gripping her waist as he lifted her once more, flipping her in his arms to sit on the bed next to him. The stings spread anew, proving sitting would be uncomfortable for a while, but not unbearable.

He buried a hand in the side of her hair as he leaned over and claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss. “That should do,” he said as he pulled back. “I got the feeling you were wanting to ask something, darlin’.”

She frowned at him. “I was about to, but you spanked the question right out of me.”

He chuckled as he laid back on the bed and scooted until his back was resting against the headboard. “I’m sure you’ll remember it eventually.” He held out his arms. “Come here, darlin’.”

She hesitated and looked at Trey who hadn’t moved from where he stood near the head of the bed. “I remember what I was about to ask now.”

He lifted a sexy brow. “And that was?”

She had to swallow before she could push the question out. “Are you really going to make love to…to…” Damn it, she was stumbling over the words and the look in his eyes told her he wasn’t going to help her. He wanted her to say it and he’d stand there until sundown waiting to hear it if he had to. She took a deep breath and let the rest spill. “My ass?”

“It’s my intention. Although, it’s been almost a week since I played with your tight hole. You may not be ready for it yet.”

“I’m ready,” she said quickly and silently pray it didn’t turn out to be a lie. “I want it, Trey. I want you and Brit inside me at the same time.” Remembering how he always required her to ask for what she wanted, she added, “Will you please make love to my ass this time?”

“Go to Brit, sugar. I’ll see what I can do.”

Holding out hope that what he decided to do was grant her wish, she crawled onto the bed and went straight into Brit’s arms. His hands closed on her hips in a firm, but gentle grip as she straddled his waist, preventing her from lowering herself onto his cock. Her pussy was drenched, burning with the need to feel his magnificent length inside her, and she wondered how the juices weren’t dripping to bathe his cock.

“Stay just like this.” He squeezed her hips, emphasizing what he meant before slowly letting her go. “Give me your hands.”

She held them out for him, excitement zinging through her as he reached behind his head, found the straps, and bound her wrists again. He guided her hands to flatten on either side of his head on the wood behind it.

“That should make it more comfortable for you.”

His hand returned to her hips as she felt the bed dip behind her. She looked over her shoulder, her attention locking on Trey as he settled in at her back.

“Angle your sexy ass more toward me, sugar.”

Trepidation shivered through her at the sound of the cap being flipped open on the tube of lube in his hand that he seemed to have produced out of nowhere. Brit’s hands returned to her hips, his hold positioning her the way Trey wanted. With her wrists bound and arms stretched on either side of Brit’s head, she was helplessly under their control. God, it felt amazing.

Gazing into Brit’s eyes, she sucked a breath through clenched teeth when Trey dragged a well-lubed finger between the cheeks of her ass, stopping to press the pad of his fingertip over her tight anus.