Seduced by Three (14 page)

Moments later they were squeezing through the two-by-four studs and the copper plumbing into the bathroom of the clothing store.

“It’s all yours, ladybug,” he said with an overdramatic wave toward all the clothes in the shop. Grace took the flashlight with her. He stayed behind to move some items in front of the bathroom door as an extra barrier between stores as she rifled through jeans, T-shirts, and hoodies. Within ten minutes, both backpacks were stuffed full.

“Done?” he asked her.

“Yep. Let’s go.”

“We’re not leaving yet,” Luke said, advancing toward her, invading her personal space.

A nervous laugh twittered out of her mouth. “You’re serious? Luke, I have fun flirting, but we’ve talked about this.”

“No. You’ve talked about it, and I listened. Now, I’m talking.” He paused. “So tell me, Grace, are you ready to get what you really need?”

Grace stood there, a silent black shadow in the darkness.

“Well, ladybug?” he growled as he took a step closer to her.

He felt the heat coming off of her body and sensed that his nearness and seriousness made her flustered.

She cleared her throat. “What did you have in mind?”

“Don’t play with me, Grace. Either you want this, or you don’t.” He took another step closer to her and their bodies skimmed against one another. Despite the darkness, he was close enough to make out the expression on her face. She was frozen in place, and uncertainty played over her features.

“Well, I guess I was wrong then,” Luke said when she failed to answer him. “Come on, let’s go home.” He smiled at her and picked up the backpacks.

“No!” she blurted out. “I’m ready.”

Grace watched Luke drop the backpacks, and then his face hardened. “Take your clothes off, Grace.”

She hesitated. “It’s not safe here.”

“I locked the bathroom door in Radio Shack before we went through the wall and put another barrier up in this store while you were shopping. Nobody’s going to sneak up on us, and nobody can see us from outside the store.” His eyes flared at her. “Now, Grace.”

Grace took off each item of her clothing slowly while Luke watched. His eyes roamed every inch of her body, loitering at the downy triangle between her legs. The corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Yes. Good girl. Come to me.”

Grace took two steps forward, placing her within his reach. Luke kneeled in front of her and tied a scarf around an ankle.

“Wha—”

“Shhh. If you’re not silent, you’ll be punished,” he chastised as he tied another scarf around the opposite ankle. “And…”—his eyes glittered at her—“you’re not allowed to orgasm until I say it’s okay.”

With those words, Grace’s juices gathered and pooled inside her cunt.

Luke tugged at the scarves tied to her ankles and then stood. “Give me your hands.” He tied scarves to each wrist.

Grace’s heart was thumping hard, rushing blood to her cheeks. She could feel them flushing, getting hotter. She was breathing rapidly, gulping in short pants of air as she stood there, obediently allowing her wrists to be tied.

Luke grabbed the scarves at Grace’s wrists and gathered them in one hand, pulling them tight behind her back. Her chest thrust out toward him with each heaving gasp of breath. He leaned in and softly bit a nipple. He ran his tongue across the tip as his teeth slowly increased the pressure of the bite. She would have faint marks on her breasts tomorrow. Luke’s marks. Goose bumps raised on her arms. The thought electrified her. When his mouth enclosed her nipple, he suctioned the bud excruciatingly hard. She felt tossed around in a wild blend of sexual arousal and exquisite pain.

Grace flung her head back. “Fuck,” she cried.

“Yes, we’ll do that, too. When I’m ready. And this is your first and last warning about being silent,” Luke said before switching nipples and giving the same treatment on the other side. His mouth stopped way too soon, in her opinion.

“Come here, ladybug, and lean yourself over the back of this chair.” Grace stared at the recliner settled like an old worn giant outside a curtained dressing room. When she leaned over the back of it, Luke picked her feet off the floor so that the top of the chair rested right into the crease of her hips. She could place her palms on the seat of the chair, but her feet were dangling free several inches off the floor.

“Don’t move.” Luke trailed the scarves to the four corners and tied them to the feet of the chair. Her bare bottom perched precariously in the air.

“Luke—”

He spanked a globe of her ass. “Shh.”

“What th—”

He spanked her in the same spot again. “You have to be quiet. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves, do we?”

Grace shook her head.

“Have you ever used a safe word before?”

She must have looked as apprehensive as she felt, because he placed a reassuring hand on her back and caressed softly.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you, but you’ll have one anyway in case you get scared or uncomfortable in your restraints. If you want me to stop at any time, just say ‘red’ and I’ll stop. Got it?”

She nodded.

He walked two full circles around the chair, admiring her as if he’d created a masterpiece. He traced a finger on her skin here and there unexpectedly as he stalked her. Her body automatically flinched at every searing stroke.

Luke stepped onto the seat of the chair and lined his zipper up with her nose. His cock strained inside his pants.

Grace didn’t know if it was because the top half of her was tilted downward or because of the spanking, but her heart raced furiously in her chest as she watched Luke’s hand find the button of his jeans and then the tab to his zipper. She watched him pull the zipper slowly down until his cock jumped free. With his thumb, he guided its tip to rest on her lips. She felt the hot smoothness of him. Felt the warm drop of pre-cum he wiped there.

“Suck me.” He parted her lips with the smooth flesh of the tip, and her mouth opened at his command.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Look at you, so happy to suck me. You like having my cock in your mouth.”

Grace moaned as he slid in and out, and another smack landed soundly on her ass because of the sound she’d made. In, out, repeat. Over and over again, so slowly, so methodically, she rolled her tongue over and around the smooth mushroomed crown of his dick. He thrust into her then, penetrating her mouth as far as it would go. She relaxed her throat, trying to accommodate the penetration. She relished the way he was using her, taking what he wanted, gagging her with his cock until tears streamed down her face.

“That’s good, ladybug, very good.” Luke took a handful of Grace’s short hair and yanked her head away, separating her mouth from his shaft. He tilted her gaze up to him.

Grace could feel the saliva from sucking his dick on her lips as his hot eyes searched her face. “Do you want to say your safe word, Grace?”

Grace was more sexually excited than she’d ever been in her whole life. She was not going to utter a word.

“I didn’t think so. You have so much more in you,” he drawled into her ear.

Luke stepped off the seat of the recliner then pulled the lever on the side to recline the chair. Grace’s feet met the floor, and the scarves at her wrists pulled her arms tight in front of her.

“Look at you, all spread out, bending over for me.” He licked a long trail up the back of one leg and over the round of her ass. “Showing me everything you’ve got to offer.”

Luke penetrated Grace’s pussy with his fingers and moved them inside of her. “Listen,” he whispered. “Listen to how wet you are. You’re slurping in my fingers.” The unmistakable wet kissing sound that came from her pussy filled the room as he moved his fingers, and then abruptly, he pulled them out.

Grace moaned, a tiny breathy sound, and it was met with a firm slap to her ass again.

“Shh. Bad girl.” Luke penetrated her ass with his fingers so unexpectedly, Grace squealed in surprise. He delivered another strike to her bottom while his fingers worked her anus. His tongue glanced over her clit as he spanked her ass at the same time. She gasped.

“I didn’t say anything!” she wailed as he spanked her again and concentrated his attention on her cunt while still working her asshole.

What he did was an assault on her senses. It was too much. Too much.

Then, as if by lightning strike, Grace gave in. She gave in to whatever he wanted to do with her body. Gave in to the blissful space in her head that didn’t have to make decisions, that didn’t have to analyze what she was doing or how she was feeling about it. None of those things mattered because it was entirely out of her control.

The rhythm of the pain and pleasure he gave her brought her to a new plane of sheer sensation. She was his clay to do with as he pleased, and she would allow herself to be molded because she had no other options. It was a liberating, freeing experience, the likes of which she’d never had before.

Grace was in a zone. Her ears buzzed, and Luke seemed far away. The spankings didn’t hurt anymore, and her body was so stimulated, so aroused by everything, and not just his hands and mouth, but by the entire situation, everything—the restraints, his control over her pleasure, her pain, over the sounds that escaped her lips.

She was going to explode.

“Come, ladybug. Come on my face, baby.”

And she did. The orgasm shattered her until she wasn’t even herself anymore. She was pure ecstasy. Every cell in her body cried out in pleasure.

She was an experience, not a woman.

She was blown away.

For a second, he stopped the relentless plying of her clit, and she came back to herself, back to the moment, to the clothing store.

Then, she felt the sensation of his cock resting at her opening.

Oh God. She wanted him to push into her hard, to take her, to own her. The anticipation was unbearable as his fingers still pumped her ass, and his cock rested snug against her opening.

“Please. Please fuck me,” she begged. She tried to shift her hips closer to him.

Luke chuckled and then took his erection away.

Grace groaned at the loss, and the
thwap
of Luke’s palm hitting her ass again followed.

“Be a good girl, ladybug,” Luke warned. “Remember, you come when I say, not before.” The full length of his cock slid into her, slowly splitting her open to him.

Vulnerable. She was one hundred percent vulnerable to his every whim. It shouldn’t be so good. Grace felt her throat tighten, and tears filled her eyes. She should be scared or guilty that she’d just added another man to the problems she already had. But she wasn’t.

Yes. This was it. She needed this.

As Luke pumped into her, Grace squeezed her thighs together and canted her hips in an effort to get more, and she did. The sweet, rough texture of the upholstery abraded her clit.

“Don’t do it. Not yet,” Luke warned again.

But it was already too late. Grace’s inner muscles gripped him hard and spasmed all around him. Her orgasm brought his hard and fast. Both of their bodies tensed and released together in complete silence. So good. It was so good.

Grace got some internal satisfaction from her defiance. She had controlled that climax, even when tied.

“You’ll be sorry for that decision, my dear,” he whispered in her ear. “No sex for you for a week.”

It was like he could read her mind. It was starting to get a little disconcerting, so she tried to give him a little of that feeling right back. “You’re not the only cock in town.”

He chuckled then gently untied her wrists and ankles and helped Grace vertical again. “We’ll see.” He took her in his arms and sat in the chair, holding her against him until she didn’t feel shaky anymore. When she was ready, he pulled a T-shirt from the rack and handed it to her. “Here, to clean up a little.”

They got dressed quickly and hustled back through the Radio Shack bathroom and out of the store minutes later.

* * * *

Luke was a spectator to the tense silent treatment in the shelter that continued for days. Grace was still angry with both Sarge and Van and didn’t even look at them. Despite that, three pairs of eyes followed her every move.

She was not the only one holding a grudge. Van and Sarge were obviously at odds with each other. Both men were angry at him, probably because he was the only person Grace talked to. And even though nothing had happened between them since their bondage in the boutique, he was the only person she slept in the bed with. The other nights, she slept sitting in a chair or on one of the inflatable pool mattresses. It was a stressful mess.

Luke frequently avoided the other two men by escaping to the garage for solitude. He received frequent visits from Grace while passing the time there. They talked a lot during their hours together sitting on the cool cement floor, and Luke spent a lot of time practicing the casual conversation therapy he’d perfected at the bar. She needed it, and as the days, hours, and minutes limped slowly by, Luke got to know Grace’s thoughts and feelings so intimately that he was sure she had never let anybody else get that close to the inner workings of her brain before. Of course, he knew the right questions to ask and the best presentation of those questions, so as not to spook her.

The woman behind that soft-spoken voice and hard-ass attitude was incredibly complex. She was hypersensitive about her character differences from other, what she called normal, women. In her mind, she was lesser than them somehow. She thought she was missing a key ingredient, some kind of femininity factor, and in her view, that omission ultimately made her unattractive to men.

Luke discovered that, even as an adult, Grace reeled from the abandonment of her mother and that Ethan had raised her more like a boy than a girl. She was well versed and capable of keeping herself safe in a variety of dangerous situations. She listened more than she spoke. She was hyperaware of people and circumstances around her. She was slow to trust others and was not a follower.

He’d learned about the one and only time she’d been in love. How this Steve guy had opened up something inside her, a beautiful gift, then broke it.

Before the EMP, Grace had filled everyday to overflowing, barely leaving enough time for sleep in an effort to consume the empty places in her life. She’d convinced herself that she didn’t need anyone. She could do everything by herself, and she’d developed a calm acceptance of it all.

One afternoon, she was near tears when they finally touched on the subject of Sarge and Van.

“I’ve always been terrible at the relationship thing,” she told him. “This whole situation, all the animosity, it’s my fault.” She sniffed and looked away from him with a vague look of shame on her face. “After the EMP, I went on a fucking binge. It’s out of character for me.”