Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 (25 page)

“Okay. Lie back.” I pushed on her belly.

With no one watching, I could take my time. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and put my head down and proceeded to kiss and tongue my way over the parts of her I could reach with my mouth, everywhere except her pussy. Sometimes I pulled skin with my teeth. Sometimes I’d deviate and lick across her clit. As she became more desperate, she tried to drag me down onto her cunt.

I smiled in the darkness. “Don’t do that Zoe. Let me do this at my own speed.” But when I pressed my lips to her clit, she groaned and wriggled her ass, lifting it upward.

“No.” I released her thighs and pushed her body to the mattress. After one pitiful whine, she settled. Then I used my hands and fingers to pin her down and to spread open her pussy and expose her. “Staying still?” I breathed softly over her clit.

She shuddered once, sighed. “Mmm.”

“Good.” I spent an eternity dabbing my tongue on her clit, circumnavigating it like I’d found something new and delicious and was putting off actually going there and tasting. I teased her, nibbling on her sensitive inner thighs, making her
want
.

“Fuck,” she said when, yet again, I traced my tongue a whisper away from her clit.

“Such a naughty girl. You’ve been mostly good though.” So I sucked her thoroughly swollen little clit fully into my mouth and tongued her.

The suppressed squeal and then hiss of her startled breath was the best reward.

I chuckled against her. “Play with your nipples, Zoe.”

Though she raised her head to look down at me, I didn’t move. Her hands moved to her breasts and she started tugging at them and circling them with her fingers.

I resumed licking. The tiny arch of her pelvis upward was instantaneous. Zoe moaned and gasped, her thighs quivering. My fingers found her entrance and I coaxed her open, slid a finger into her. I fucked her, feeling her copious wetness, tasting her arousal, riding high on the power of making her crazy with lust.

Watching her writhe, knowing she couldn’t stop me now unless the world fell in, it was the best.

Her wriggles and noises of passion intensified. She was ripe for an orgasm and I dedicated myself to using my tongue and mouth like the conductor of the most beautiful girl music ever. Harder sucking, firmer tongue, wetter tongue, plus deeper, wilder fucking.

Her thighs quivered in, muscles rigid, she thrust herself at my mouth. I drank in her last cries. Screw nectar of the gods. Nectar of girl was better.

As she subsided, I crawled up to kiss her, absorbing her final gasps in my mouth – her breath, her passion.

I didn’t expect anything from her but she whispered, “Let me,” in my ear before sliding down my body. Her tongue playing down there had me hitching my breath in seconds. I’d forgotten the feel of a woman’s tongue – smaller, gentler, more able to find exactly the right spot.

I guided her only a little with my hands in her hair. By the time I was in the throes of a climax, I was gripping her with both thighs and hands and gasping out my joy. Orgasms tended to be loud and messy.

When the light clicked on, it was a few seconds before I opened my eyes. Chris looked down on us – Zoe still quietly licking around my clit and me breathing like I’d run a race. I glared at him in an exhausted way. Zoe froze.

After a while, he smiled then went and turned out the light and I heard him climb back into bed.

“Come here, Zoe. Come up here so I can cuddle you.”

“Soon.” She exhaled and put her cheek to my thigh, resting there. “Soon.”

For a tired moment I wished I could spank her for disobedience. Time flowed past. I wandered into sleep still half aware of something I was missing.

I awoke panicking. One more day. Only one more day. Then she would be going back to him.

The next night, the last night, I realized what it was that bothered me. I sat up and stared down at Zoe, sleeping. I had to talk to her. Apart from those few previous words, she’d refused.

But I poked until she awoke and drew her up into my arms where we could whisper without, hopefully, being overheard.

I ran through things in my head. It was obvious to me that Zoe was a woman who’d been taken by a human trafficking ring…business, whatever. I’d listened to Chris talk. This house was owned by a friend of his. It must be used for trafficking in some way. Scrim was the caretaker, so he was involved. Simple. Only I’d heard Chris tell Andreas several times that Scrim was just kinky. That this place was used by people into BDSM.

That was the mismatch. That was why Andreas had been so uncharacteristically quiet. He must not know Zoe was like me, caught by men. He thought she was pretending. I think that was it.

I still wasn’t sure. The logic frustrated me. So how did it help me? Or us?

Oh fuck. Of course. Chris was lying to his best friend. All I had to do was convince Andreas of that then I could step back and watch the feathers fly. Andreas wasn’t the sort of man who’d stand by and let this happen to Zoe. I just had to get him to talk to her, really talk to her.

Maybe with her help I could sway Andreas? He’d think I was making it up if I didn’t have some other evidence.

But despite all my urging, she wouldn’t talk to me. Though frustrated, I let her lie in my arms until dawn. I had a dead arm when I awoke but it was worth it to be able to peek down and watch her slumbering. Her tangled hair stirred under my nose.

That morning, before I could talk to Andreas by myself, Scrim arrived and took Zoe back. What could I do? They’d let Scrim into the house, into the bedroom, to get her. For once in my life, I chickened out. I watched him take her even when she pleaded with her eyes. From the cage, I had to listen to her loud sobs as he towed her away down the front steps.

Someone loomed in the bedroom door, shadowing me. Not Scrim, thank god. Chris and Andreas.

I’d been surprised the men had been so distant while she was with me. I’d expected them to fuck us both. Maybe Andreas would be too moralistic but Chris – I’d thought he would fuck anything. The more I thought about how they’d restrained themselves, the more they rose in my estimation. I would’ve hated them if they’d touched her. Truly I would. They would have been no better than animals.

But in an odd reversal I didn’t understand in myself, I also didn’t want her being had by them. Being considered theirs for so many weeks had seeped into my very essence and in some twisted, depraved and horribly wrong way, I’d come to think of them as mine. This wasn’t healthy.

Chris came forward and crouched before the cage door.

“Hello, Sir.” I’d be good. I wasn’t sure any more of his tolerance for my anger.

“You’ve been bad haven’t you, Kat.”

“Me?” Alarmed I sat up straighter. “How? I never –”

“You’ve been teasing us for two days with Zoe. I haven’t been able to touch you. Neither has Andreas. Now we’re going to punish you for it.”

What was this? Appalled, I looked from one to the other, then to Chris when I heard the rustle of his clothes. He’d dragged his shorts down and had his hand around his erection. He fed it into the cage.

“First you’re going to suck me off for a while. Then I think I will get you to put your ass up here against the bars so I can fuck you. Maybe then we’ll let you out so we can take you together – mouth and ass.”

“I…”

“Now do you see how bad you’ve been? You two getting each other off has got us both horny and ready to fuck you sideways for a week.”

Past him I saw Andreas sitting on the bed with his cock out and his fist running up and down its length.

“Come here. Now.” Chris had a gleam in his eye that said I’d pay even more if I wasn’t fast.

Stunned and already so turned on I’d squeezed my thighs together over my clit, I crawled forward and gave his cock a single long lick, then I swirled my tongue around it. He was rock hard and it made me wonder how they’d lasted the two days. Zoe must really have been out of bounds for them.

I took half his length into my mouth so I could toy with it with my tongue.

“That’s it.” He groaned and clutched the bars so he could push up close to the cage. The feral noises coming from him aroused me even more as he sank his cock into my mouth.

A minute later he remembered to instruct me to turn and back up to the bars. He pulled my lower legs through and roped my thighs to the bars so my ass was up tight against the steel. I’d never had a Dom make me do this before. I never would have for
anyone
. Being fucked through a cage? But this whole situation made me a little crazy. The plunge of his cock into me had me lowering my head until my hair was grabbed through the upper bars.

“No way, little Kat,” Andreas said. “Stay right there. I’m going to fuck you too in a few seconds.”

I gasped a little. Outrageous, what they were doing. My gasp turned into a low moan as Chris slid into me again. He went in far, hitting somewhere deep that ached as his cock repeatedly thumped into the same spot. I stopped breathing, my eyes rolling back. Had his dick grown longer? I wriggled my ass higher, groaning. Fuck. I sure hoped so.

“Mmm.”

I was making those small weird sexual noises that betrayed my willingness but I couldn’t help myself. Already my entire body throbbed with the need to come. I wanted them to touch me properly but they alternated, fucking me in turns while holding me in place. I never knew I had a cage fetish but whenever they switched places and took me again without asking, I groaned a little louder, my heart thudded faster, and I got wetter and hungrier for more of what they did.

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” I grunted in time with the thrusts of whoever had me.

I hazed out, eyes seeing nothing, rocked, shuddering, choking almost as I forgot to breathe.

“Good girl.” One of them rammed into me. I was so lost I didn’t register who. Someone managed to reach in and finger my clit.

“More,” I begged. Someone laughed.

More.
Mouth open, straining in every muscle, I shoved back at the cock tunneling into me, squirmed on the fingers, and exploded into an orgasm.

While I was panting, half-collapsed on my knees, with my forehead on the floor, they undid the ropes and opened the cage to drag me out.

“You’re ours.” Chris crushed my lips under his. “Never ever forget your pussy, and you, all of you, is ours.” With Andreas clutching my arms at my back, I could only whimper and take the pain of his kiss and feel myself falling further and further under his dominance.

I’m me
, my small voice was trying to tell me.
I’m still me.
For once I didn’t care. I wanted this.

A few moments later, I was spread-eagled on the bed taking one in my mouth with the other pounding into my pussy. This wasn’t just sex, it was also their way of making me theirs again. I was being repossessed.

Even though I knew what they were doing, insanely, I loved that they wanted to.
Fuck me harder
, ran through my head in a constant stream.

Then I heard the screams.

Zoe.
I froze. Locked into a world of fear.

There’d been tiny cuts on her back made by a blade. I knew why. I knew her voice, her screams. My tears were dry but they made my heart ache so much. I don’t think either man knew when the dry tears turned into real ones.

It wasn’t until we were done with Kat, had cleaned up, and climbed back into bed with her between us that I realized she was crying. And then it was only because Chris had seen it. He had her facing him with her head tucked into his chest. The man was being far more…intimate, in a way, than he usually was.

“What is it Kat?” He cradled her head and made her look at him. “Why are you crying? We were rough, but not that rough.”

I put my hand on her shoulder and gently mussed up her already messy hair.

“It’s Zoe. Didn’t you hear her screaming?” she whispered. She put her hand up near mine and I stroked her skin with a finger.

Not cuffed and not growling at us or trying to kill us? This seemed a pivotal moment.

“How do you know it’s Zoe?” Chris asked, frowning a little.

“She’ll be fine. She’s only pretending.” But a worm of doubt stirred.

“No, she’s not.” The certainty in her voice was overlaid by a tremor. I could tell she was scared. “She’s not at all. Scrim is selling people, women. She was being hurt by him and I couldn’t do anything. But you two can!” She sounded choked up, like she was again holding back tears. “Please. Do something.”

When Chris didn’t reply, I stared. If he’d said anything, almost, I would have brushed this off. But he didn’t. His face was impassive but his actions said more to me.

“Chris? Tell her Zoe was pretending.”

He took a long deep breath. Such a long breath, I knew without him saying anything that he was struggling. Which meant Kat was right.

“Shit. No. No.” I shook my head, squeezing Kat’s shoulder. “Chris?”

What the hell? This had to be false.

Pivotal moment? Bullshit. Kat was like this because she wanted something from us. She was worried about Zoe because Zoe was in the hands of human traffickers. And that meant they might do…

Hell. I propped myself up on my elbow. Chris knew about this for how long? Since we arrived? This house belonged to a friend who’d loaned it to him. “How long have you known?”

“A long time.” His mouth tweaked at one corner. “So simple wasn’t it. You found the flaw, Kat. I forgot that I can’t lie to Andreas.”

“Jeez.” I massaged either side of my nose, silencing the headache that threatened. “Sex slaves? Scrim’s involved?”

He nodded. Kat stayed quiet. I guess she was hoping we’d settle this in her favor. Right now I couldn’t figure out which end of the world we were on, let alone how to sort this out. “What a fucking mess,” I muttered. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because…it’s been forever. Years ago I got into this, doing accounting for this man, through my family. I found out accidentally. I wasn’t involved, couldn’t see how I could fix it without maybe getting a hit put on me. Or going to prison myself. I forgot about it mostly. I knew, but I pushed it to the back of my mind.”