Reckless Abandon (13 page)

Jordan asked for obedience as her Dom, but gave everything in return, and cared so much about her that he’d been shaking with the force of his emotions.

“Your apartment is cleared, Ms. Sawyer, if you want to return to it,” Detective Brady said when one of the other officers joined them.

Just thinking about going back there gave her shivers. She looked at Marcus. “Would you mind going over and getting me some clothes? I just don’t want to go back there right now.”
Reckless Abandon

103

“Of course I will, sweetheart. And in a couple of days, when you’re ready, we’ll all go over together and exorcise those ghosts.”

“You can rest assured that Mr. Clayton will be behind bars for some time to come,” Detective Brady said when he got to his feet, the interview obviously over.

Marcus escorted the detective to the door, going through it with him. Chastity knew he’d come back with the clothes she’d need for the next couple of days.

For now she was content to snuggle deeper into Jordan’s embrace.

“Are you all right?” he asked after a few minutes. His tone sounded so gentle, so caring, Chastity wondered if she would start to cry again. She answered him honestly.

“Not completely. I’m shaky, and I feel like crying.”

“Understandable. If you still feel that way in a day or so, you should probably see a counselor. I know that bastard didn’t rape you, sweetheart, but he attacked you. He hurt you. You might need to speak to a professional.”

“We’ll see. Right now I just need you and Marcus. I hope he comes back soon, because what I want right now is just the three of us, together.”

104

Morgan Ashbury

Chastity relished the care and the coddling her men had lavished on her the last couple of days. But if she didn’t get laid soon, she was going to scream.

The welts were nearly gone. She’d been able to enjoy a couple of hot showers without undue discomfort. She’d cried pretty heavily Saturday night. Sunday she’d just felt tired. Monday, Marcus had re-arranged his schedule so that he only went in to the bookstore for the morning. Then in the afternoon, both men had accompanied her to see her grandmother.

Thinking back over that meeting, Chastity’s heart softened. Her grandmother had cried! Gertrude
never
cried. Marcus had stepped right in, of course, offering a handkerchief and soothing words, because that was what Marcus did. Chastity doubted anyone could resist his easy charm and wide-open heart. He’d worked his magic and before long, her grandmother had called for tea. Chastity felt that they had enjoyed their first real conversation, ever.

Chastity had also told her grandmother that she wanted out of the Trust. Gertrude had blinked at that, but kept whatever comment she might have made to herself. Even though Marcus knew a lot about the institution, he had engaged Gertrude in conversation about it. Chastity wasn’t certain just how he’d managed it, but before they’d left, her grandmother had announced that perhaps
she’d
step in at the helm herself.

“What are
you
going to do?” Gertrude asked just before they left.

“She’s going to teacher’s college,” Jordan had answered—which was exactly right.

Reckless Abandon

105

Now it was Tuesday, both her men were in the living room, where they’d all been relaxed and reading, looking staid and homey and
married
. She’d excused herself, told them she’d be right back, and headed down the hall toward the master bedroom and the spa room beyond.

She hadn’t yet told them how she felt about them. They had told her, of course, in every way except verbally. Neither had either of them made love to her since the attack.

That was about to change. Right here, right now. She wore only her collar as she stepped into the hot tub.

It didn’t take long, of course. She thought she’d have ten minutes before they came looking for her. It took them only eight.

She’d selected some hot and heavy jazz for the sound system, grabbed a bottle of white wine out of the bar fridge, put it in the ice bucket and set out three glasses. Once they got to the bedroom and heard the music, they’d know where to find her.

“Chastity?” Jordan asked. His tone held an edge of hope.

They’d come into the room together and stood there, watching her.
God, they’re gorgeous, both of them
. Jordan with his aura of power and control, Marcus with his gentle heart and caring ways.

She’d fallen in love with them both.

“Yes, Master?”

“Sweetheart, what’s all this about?” Jordan’s eyes glittered, and she thought that maybe—just maybe—he held his breath. She might not be privy to all the details of his past, but she understood him.

“It’s about all of us—the three of us. It’s about being together, one flesh. I want that. I want that very much. I want your cock inside me at the same time I have Marcus’s inside me, so that we’re all joined.”

“Why, Chastity? Why is it so important to you?” The question came from Marcus, standing beside Jordan, his hand on Jordan’s back. Stroking him, she knew.

“It’s important to me because I love you. I love you both. I think this is where I’m meant to be. Right here with the two of you.”
106

Morgan Ashbury

“We think so, too,” Jordan said as he began to undress. “All right, sweetheart. We’ve both wanted to make love to you, but were afraid to. We didn’t want to upset you, after what that bastard—” he stopped mid-sentence, and the expression on his face made it clear the attack still haunted him.

Marcus picked up where Jordan had stopped. “Neither of us can really understand what you might have gone through. We love you too much to risk hurting you in any way.”

“You can’t hurt me by loving me. You can only hurt me if you stop loving me.”

“Never.” Jordan slipped into the tub and gathered her into his arms. His lips burned hot, his tongue demanding as he kissed her. She could taste the coffee he’d had earlier, along with the flavor that was pure Jordan. She slipped her arms around him and returned his kiss, her tongue anxious to taste all that she could, to convey in every way imaginable how much she loved him.

Gently he weaned his lips from hers. “I love you, Chastity.” Marcus, gloriously naked, stepped into the tub and moved next to her. He turned her slightly and took her mouth with his. Sliding, gliding, his lips conveyed a sense of reverence. His right hand cupped her chin, and when he stroked his tongue against her lips she opened for him, giving and taking in a languid rhythm that fluttered in her belly and warmed her heart.

“Foreplay in the hot tub,” Jordan said as he stroked his hand over her breast, teasing the nipple to a hard peak. “I want us in bed when we take each other. When we become one.” Chastity reclined against the side of the tub, her men on either side, as in turn they kissed and petted her. Arousal found a plateau of pleasure and hovered there as lips and tongues mated, then released.

A dance of teasing, a dance of affection, Chastity loved the taste of them both. Each took a leg and draped it over theirs so that her legs were splayed open for them. Teasing touches of fingers against needy female flesh tingled and built her arousal to the next level. Reaching
Reckless Abandon

107

out, she fisted a cock in each hand, her strokes slow, strong and balanced. When she turned to kiss Marcus, Jordan bent down and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucking, nibbling, as his fingers and Marcus’s brushed the soft folds of her sex. When she kissed Jordan, Marcus tasted her breast, the caress of his lips adding to her pleasure.

Just when she thought she might begin to beg, the men got her out of the tub. They dried her, taking great care to blot all the water from her skin.

Jordan scooped her into his arms and she squeaked her surprise.

He laughed, kissed her fast and hard, then laid her on the bed.

“Relax and enjoy,” he said. He and Marcus began to massage moisturizer into her skin. The scent smelled light, jasmine this time, and Chastity positively reveled in the luxury. Each man held one of her arms, smoothing and kneading her hands, her arms, her shoulders, until she thought she would melt into a puddle in the middle of the big bed.

Then they went to work on her breasts and her belly. Jordan’s hand trembled slightly when he delicately smoothed lotion onto the pink area over her hip where the welt was nearly, but not completely, gone. On her other side, Marcus bent over the mark on her thigh and kissed it tenderly.

“It kills me to see this,” he whispered, “because I love you so much.”

“I love you.”

Again, they let their fingers trail over her pussy, and she lifted her hips to try and capture their touch.

Marcus chuckled in a supremely masculine way. “Be patient, sweetheart. Let the anticipation build.” Since his cock looked as hard as she’d ever seen it, she guessed he excelled at being patient.

Then they each moved down the bed so they could stroke and massage her legs. When they picked up her feet and began to work on the muscles, Chastity groaned in sheer delight.

108

Morgan Ashbury

“You have two hours to stop that.”

“You like this as much as Jordan does,” Marcus said softly.

“What about you?” Chastity asked him.

“His feet are ticklish,” Jordan said.

She laughed, and when Marcus blushed she sat up, reached out and ran a hand over his cock. “As long as this isn’t ticklish.”

“Never. Roll over onto your stomach.”

Masculine hands caressed and petted, soothed and aroused. How could she ever have guessed how wonderful it could be to have two men who loved her, two men who cherished her? Nothing in her life had prepared her for this miracle.

They stretched out on either side of her, and the sensation of their skin against hers, of their hard cocks rubbing against her pliant and heated flesh ignited the flames that had only, until this moment, smoldered.

Kisses became hotter, more carnal. She caressed and stroked and petted in turn, eager to please as much as she was pleasured. Gaining her knees, she stroked their cocks, one in each hand. Jordan’s measured just a bit longer than Marcus’s, but not as thick. Both tempted her beyond reason, so she gave in to the urge, tasting first one, and then the other. Lapping, sucking, she alternated between them until both of her lovers panted for breath.

Jordan rolled to his side, then got on his knees beside her. Marcus reached over to the bedside table and handed her two condoms.

She loved doing this, loved smoothing the thin latex over their hot erections, loved the silky feel of them and the fact that now her hand could slide up and down so much easier.

“Straddle him,” Jordan said as Marcus moved onto his back and slid closer. “Take that marvelous cock of his into your hot little pussy.”

Her master’s voice, but an order she very happily obeyed. As she straddled Marcus, he reached up to cup her breasts in his hands. She positioned his cock against her slit, then slid slowly down.

Reckless Abandon

109

Hot, hard, he stretched her. She loved the feel of him, and she loved being on top. Slowly, sensuously, she raised herself up, then lowered again.

“Lean forward, sweetheart,” Jordan said from behind her.

Marcus spread his legs to make room for their lover. Chastity leaned forward, eager to taste this new exotic treat.

The first brush of fingers against her anus made her gasp. A shiver worked through her body, a shiver of pure delight.

“A little cold,” Jordan warned. Then his fingers spread the lubricant, the silky glide actually making her pussy clench in pleasure.

“Nice,” Marcus said. He put his arms around her and drew her down for a slow, languid kiss.

Jordan pressed a finger against her anus and she felt the rosette open. In and out, around in a circle he moved his finger, stretching her. Marcus thrust up into her, and Chastity whimpered, because all those sensations working together seemed more than she could bear without coming.

Jordan understood that sound.

“Try not to come till I have my cock inside you.” She didn’t know if she could hold back the flood that threatened, but she did, as Marcus continued to fuck her pussy and Jordan finger-fucked her ass.

Then his finger was gone, replaced by the press of his cock. “I’ll be as careful as I can, Chastity.”

“Just do it!” She’d never been so hot, so ready.

“Easy,” Jordan whispered. He leaned forward, the head of his cock feeling huge, the pressure changing to a burning sensation as her anus gradually opened and his cock began to enter her.

“Relax, baby,” Marcus crooned, stroking his hand up and down her back.

It hurt. The burning edged into a pain, but it was a pain unlike any she’d ever felt. It seemed to reach down inside her, to her clit, to that
110

Morgan Ashbury

tiny spot on the wall of her tunnel with an electrifying jolt of raw sexual arousal.

Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward, spread her legs, and lifted her hips just that little bit more.

Jordan slid into her to the hilt.

“My God, I can feel you,” Marcus whispered. “I’ve never…” He slid his hands down to Chastity’s hips, grasped them and then surged up into her.

“Oh God,” Jordan hissed. “Yeah, this is fucking
wonderful
. It’s as if I’m fucking you both at the same time.”

“
Please
,” Chastity hovered on the edge of the cliff, so very close.

She needed more. She needed them to move inside her.

“Yeah, baby, I know.” Jordan eased back, then slid into her again.

Marcus thrust up, and Chastity began to move her hips, back toward Jordan, down onto Marcus.

The pain had turned into a different kind of arousal, making her hotter yet moving the flash point just a little further out of reach. Back and forth she rocked her hips, back and forth in a sexy, siren call directed toward the cocks inside her.

“
Fuck
. Hold on.”

Jordan’s low curse signaled his loss of control. He began to fuck her ass with hard, fast thrusts.