Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 (13 page)

I swiveled on the stool and found our little captive squirming a little on her feet. Clearly she could hear us. This added another whole facet to things. Sharing her with Andreas? How would that make her feel? Even more overwhelmed? Both of us fucking her, mind and body. Eventually, both of us with the prettiest slave at our feet. I could see that happening in wonderful detail. I liked that. A lot. The things we could do…

“Okay. We can try it out. Where and when and how do you want to start?”

“How? Jeez. You know how to give me dirty ideas don’t you?”

I shrugged. “No. It’s not me. The one you owe for those is the woman standing over there all tied up…waiting for us.”

No matter what Chris said, the ambiguity of this bothered me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever figure myself out, but Kat attracted me like a moth to flame. Or maybe, considering what I wanted to do to her, I was her god. Make that
we
were. Call her a siren, a mermaid out of water, Aphrodite fallen into the hands of two men who knew just what to do to her…whatever, we were her gods.

When she’d trampled on the agreement I’d made with her, something had broken inside me. I didn’t want to be restricted anymore by modern la-de-dah rightness, I wanted her. I wanted her in every way a man could have a woman. And I was more than willing to share her with Chris.

If anything, having seen how goddamn challenging she was, the two of us would make a good team at overwhelming her defenses.

I wondered if Chris knew how far I wanted to go with this.

“So it’s a deal,” I murmured, too low for her to hear. “We share her – but when I say that, I mean for more than sex.” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Explain?”

“I mean we share responsibility for her well-being also. I’m not doing this to fuck her and leave her by the roadside…”

He frowned. “Me neither. This isn’t a momentary fad, Andreas. You’ve stumbled into something that’s…” For a second or two he studied her then he grunted. “She’s my version of painting the Mona Lisa. And I don’t think I’ll ever finish this work of art.”

“Painting?” Bruises stood out on her pale skin. “I wouldn’t have called it that. I’m so glad Leonardo wasn’t into kinky shit. But yeah, I figured as much.” I struggled to say more about what I felt, and failed. I’d wait. So many words and feelings milled around inside me, and the ones I could decipher were mostly intrigue and a desire to see what it was like when you really did own a woman.

“No more calling this sick though.”

“You’re not doing this because you’re sick and twisted?”

“Out of the goodness of my heart. You?”

A flippant answer.

We’d been talking quietly for so long that Kat was eyeing us surreptitiously, like she wasn’t sure if she should be. I pointed. “She’s listening.”

“I noticed.” Chris smirked.

“That gag.” I shook my head. Why in hell did seeing all that rope on her blow my mind? “And us making her wait.” I swallowed.

Chris chuckled. “That gets you going? And I’m sick? Tell me again why you’re wanting our little rope bunny yours?”

“Rope bunny? Cute term.” Why indeed? “Leaving aside the sexual thing.”

“Yeah. Leaving that.” He was still laughing.

“I want to understand her. She fascinates me. Crazy as it may seem.” I grinned and managed to unglue my gaze from her body. She’d moved just enough to be partly side on, hiding that tantalizing part of a woman – the beginnings of the split of her sex.

“Fascinates covers a lot. So do spitting cobras on a nature program. Tomorrow you can go tiptoeing hand in hand through a field of daisies with her.”

He was trivializing her. Me. I barely knew her but I wanted to know more. I’d never seen him with a woman he’d come close to wanting to marry. Did he only see Kat as an object to own? That didn’t seem like Chris at all.

There was one other problem. “Scrim. He was with her a while. What if she spoke to him? Is it possible he knows?”

Chris stared. “That she’s been kidnapped? No. I didn’t see anything like that. He thinks this is deep role play. He’s used to scenes like this. He’d never have given her back to us if he suspected.”

“True.” I nodded. It seemed right. “My other concern then is how rough he was. Kat has so many new scratches.”

“Yeah.” He looked across at her. “I’ve done worse. I’ll talk to him. But she’s not ever going to see him again, is she? She’s never going to have someone open her cage and let her out again, ever.”

What final words. “That’s so medieval.” I shook my head and frowned.

“Yes, it is.” Chris put his hands behind his head and parked the heel of one foot on the toe of the other. “Makes me damn happy. I hope you wanted a slave, Andreas, because that’s what she’s going to be when we’re done with her.”

“It’s just a label.” I stood up and adjusted my jeans. Things down below were getting terribly constricted. “I want to see you punish her now.” I cocked my head. “Or do we have to have a democratic vote on punishments.”

He untangled himself from the stool and rose to stand beside me.

“Hell, no. Consider me the enforcer in this relationship.”

Could I punish her? Hit her? I doubted it. “Technical question. Condoms?”

“I don’t think we need to. She uses an implant. I use condoms with subs. And I get tested regularly. You?”

“Health tested before I could get the oil rig job. No time for girlfriends for ages. I don’t do hookers. Tell me, though.” Again I said this quieter than she could hear. “What does she like?”

His dumbfounded expression lasted all of a second. “Like? Sexually? Apart from some pain – she’s close to a pain slut sometimes, apart from that…” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know.”

“Weren’t you a couple?”

“Nope. I was her Dom, sort of. Look, man, some of the subs call me the Interrogator because I get their secrets from them so easily. Her, though? No. I know what was on her hard limits but that’s it. Elaborate bondage was one. A couple of times I did wrist cuffs.”

“I’m not sure I know what a hard limit is. Not bondage? All that pale skin, those curves, rope looks so nice on her. You’ll have to give me a run-down on the BDSM dictionary sometime.”

“People have their different limits and things they like. They can change with time. But Kat with all her bratting and her limits, she was enough to make any Dom take up knitting instead.”

“That makes her even more curious.”

“Yes. She’s like a Rubik’s cube in a prettier package.”

We ambled over to Kat and ended up one of us to either side. Wolves surrounding Bambi. I’d always been a guy who’d hold a door open for a woman and if I was ever on a bus, I’m sure I’d give up my seat, so why was being all predator-like with Kat such a thrill?

Somehow, I’d given myself permission to fuck around with her like this. Maybe because I’d seen, a few times, how she reacted to a man going all rogue male. Kat went soft-eyed and meek, well…mostly. She definitely spit less.

She shrank back the few inches the ropes allowed. A couple of red lines on her face… Bits of dirt still stuck to her. One deeper scratch on her cheek. There was even a row of parallel scratches above her nipple. If Scrim had been in front of me, I’d have been tempted to smack him.

While Chris recovered the cord from where he’d dropped it, I went closer and rested my palms on her shoulders. This whole idea of punishing a woman, in this day and age was an odd concept.

“You know you deserve punishment, Kat?” I wasn’t sure what I expected. The rope was still in her mouth. She made some muffled noise.

Chris arrived behind her and from the quiver of her eyelids he was trailing the cord across her back or ass. “Lift your hands away, girl. I don’t want to injure your fingers. Hold onto Andreas’s hands.”

Some visceral energy seemed to pass from her to me as she responded to his teasing threat. Enthralled, I kept my hands where they were, rubbing her shoulders, then Kat settled her hands over my wrists. This wasn’t how it should be. I reversed it and held her wrists snug up to her neck. “Be good,” I murmured, and she blinked at me.

“Look at all the dirt on you.” Chris flicked the cord at her butt. Her flinch turned into a sway of her body. “I’m thinking we need to clean you up before I lay into you with this.”

I studied her. Pale face beneath the smears. Trembles came and went in waves. “We could clean her up in the bathroom but here seems good.”

“I’ll go get a bucket and some warm water.” Chris came up behind her and grabbed a handful of her hair. Her lips moved against the rope. That fucking sensuous rope. “When I get back, we’ll clean you, and you
will
stay still for us.”

As if she had a chance of going anywhere now. We were both several inches taller – enough to make Kat look small sandwiched between us.

He stepped away, and headed for the hallway.

So…innocent, those eyes. No wonder she’d taken me in with her trick. I watched her for a second then stroked my thumb along her skin above the rope gag. “There’s a pretty woman under all this dirt.”

Her eyelashes fell then rose. Soft veils. God, I could fall in love with her just from seeing those eyelashes. But they were mine now. All of her was.

A new thrill ran up my body, from my toes to my balls.
Ours
.

I’d said I’d take care of her. That freaky sexy gag had been on a while. Even if I didn’t want to remove it, I should. I pressed my lips to her forehead. “I’m going to take the gag off. You’re going to be good, right?”

Her grunt might have been indignant or just a yes, but I let go of her wrists and started to undo the knot. Though my left hand cramped up, I managed and unwound it.

“There. Is your mouth okay?”

“My jaw hurts.” She licked her lips then said hoarsely, “I’m not good at being good.”

“I noticed.” Understatement of the year. “I think Chris plans to help you learn.”

The man himself was coming up behind her, bucket in hand.

Fire flared in her eyes. “Him? Never. Asshole.”

Over her head, I exchanged a smile with Chris. The woman was digging herself a deep hole.

“Oh fuck. He’s there, isn’t he?” she squeaked quietly.

The realization that Chris was behind me hit like a scene from a horror movie. Sneaky. God. I didn’t know what to do. What I could do. I’d exhausted all my avenues. Escaping had meant Scrim had actually grabbed me again and brought me back. To my own chagrin, I felt guilty over what I’d done to Andreas.

Which sucked. He had that stupid look on his face that said he knew I’d been caught bad-mouthing Chris. Yet, I liked him.

Those little black curls looping over his brow made me think naughty school boy. But he was six feet. At least.

Someone male with an erection, Chris, who else – I resisted rolling my eyes – pressed up against me from behind. If he tried to put that in me, I’d do more than scream. I’d kick his balls in. I’d…

I breathed out, mind going nowhere, feeling, eyes closing.

Inhaling made the rope around my breasts tighten. God, that was nice. Only it shouldn’t be.

I hated being trapped even if I loved it when I could tie up women, or when I could watch someone else suffer. Yet, with Andreas to the front and Chris behind I was involuntarily melting. Every breath reminded me of man.

Stupidly, I pushed back at Chris. He grabbed my wrists and hung on even when I tugged.

“Let go,” I muttered, teeth clenched, and trying not to hiss like a snake.

“Why’d you take off the gag?”

“I figured she’d had it on long enough.” Andreas still had that smile on his lips, full Greek-looking lips…yeah, if ever I went on a Mediterranean cruise I was ordering one of him. “She’s also been calling you an asshole.”

“You bastard,” I mouthed to him. That he smiled wider gave me unexpected hope. Why had I thought that? Just because he smiled nicely? I didn’t understand my own logic.

I felt and heard the scrape of metal and the click as Chris linked my wrist cuffs. “That’ll stop you clawing at me.”

A hand lifted my chin. Andreas. In fake bravado, I twisted up one side of my mouth in a what-the-hell-do-you-want kind of look.

“We’re going to clean you up, Kat. You have dirt all over you. Some blood even. Poor thing.”

Emotions spun about. Tears leaked. The sheer caring I saw there in his actions undid me. I hated him seeing and I blinked madly. “I can do it myself. A shower, you know?” My hopefulness embarrassed me.

“No. We’re doing this. You have to understand that from now on, you’re ours.”

Chris slid his hands up my arms, gripping them above my elbows. “You’re like a blank page for me to draw on.” He said the words to my ear, quiet yet harsh, like he’d sieved them through his teeth. “Just that one bird tat, here.” He bit my shoulder where the flock of ravens took flight.

I whined, scared, praying he’d let go soon and gasping when he did. Chris was a little the wrong side of crazy, couldn’t Andreas see that?

My world was splintering. I knew what they wanted to do with me, had known for ages but had barely gone there cause it was wrong and scary. My mind veered. What I didn’t know was if I could handle it. My breaths came shorter, shallower.

I hung my head, tried one last desperate plea. “I can do this myself.”

Their conversation came to me like some distant recording. I couldn’t bear to look up anymore. I’d held out for days, kept myself sane by being angry at Chris and now they were what, cleaning me? I struggled to understand my situation. My…everything.

They want to hurt me and fuck me.
The hurt, I could probably take, so long as Chris stayed sane, but…I didn’t fuck anymore.

It’d been a few years since I’d had sex with a man, since I’d gotten off anytime except at the touch of a vibe or fingers or tongue at a play party from a Dom. The wrench from the warped relationship with Erik the Uber-sadist had messed me up. My heart had never recovered; my sexuality was, but slowly.

A warm cloth soaked my shoulder and meandered down my spine, while another gently slid across my face. The water ran in little trails down off my breasts and dripped off my nipples. Already the rug underfoot darkened from being wet.