Shannon's Fairy-Tale Foursome (43 page)

“You have to catch me first,” she informed him cheekily as she blew him a kiss then ran like hell.

It took her men all of two steps to catch her. Randy came at her from the left, trapping her between him and the kitchen island to her right. Jared stepped in front of her, blocking her from going forward, and Drew moved in behind her, hindering her from escaping to the back. They had her closed in on every side.

Jared’s nostrils flared, his eyes flashing fire at her.
Yep, I’m going to get burned.
Her pussy loved her errant thought, the soft tissue drawing up then rippling downward as if seeking yet not finding. She grew damp, moisture gathering and preparing her for one of the three monster cocks vying for attention near her wanton body.

Drew’s large, callused hand drifted into her hair, stroking methodically from her crown to the tips. The soothing caress had her body softening, and she fell into a deep trance. Needing his strong body to support her boneless one, she leaned into him.

“Munchkin,” Drew said, his endearment rolling off his tongue fluidly and wrapping itself around her. “We have been giving you time to heal, but no more. If you think you’re ready, I will trust you to know your own body.”

“Thank you,” she squeaked.

“Don’t thank him just yet,” Randy cautioned her forebodingly, contradicting his words with the carnal grin on his handsome face.

Drew’s hand tightened in her hair, yanking her head backward savagely so she had to see into his face. What should have been painful was
not
. Her languid body went on full alert, her mind ready to beg for more. “You are in a hell of a lot of trouble with us. Going after that bastard was reckless. You knew better, and you chose to do it anyway. Now you will suffer the consequences.”

“B–b–but,” she stammered. “I–I–I–I thought we already settled this.”

“No,” Jared denied angrily and, for once, she was glad that she couldn’t see his face. “Your dangerous stunt will not go without punishment, Shannon. You did agree to not risk your life again, but this happened prior to the start of our negotiations.”

“That reminds me. We need to finish that conversation and finalize the rules,” Randy said, straying from the topic.

Shannon tenaciously latched onto Randy’s change of subject. “Yes, we do. How about now?”

“Not now.” Drew’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling the strands painfully. The pleasure from that edge of pain caused her to moan as agonizing lust coalesced inside her body and sped straight for her pussy. “We have more important things to do.”

Drew slammed his lips onto hers, his tongue plundering into her mouth as he ravaged and devoured everything he came in contact with. He devastated her body and destroyed her mind with his rough kiss, leaving her no room to fight him. He possessed, he dominated. And she loved every second of it.

Jared pressed his body against hers, grabbing her by the hips and grinding the evidence of his arousal against her. He lowered his head to the side of her exposed neck, nibbling on the hypersensitive flesh.

She trembled and moaned into Drew’s mouth, but he wouldn’t allow her to pull away. He took his assault on her mouth to a whole new level, going from fierce to merciless. This man was unrestrained, pouring every emotion into his kiss—anger, desperation, love, fear. It was all there for her, showing her what she’d done with her hasty actions.

Her heart broke for him, for all of them. She’d made a decision to do something that protected them physically but nearly decimated their souls. Giving herself over to his domination, she let him punish her mouth as he would her body.

She didn’t fear her impending punishment. She understood it, understood them. With their fear and anger came the need to unleash all those pent-up emotions. They had to reestablish their place as her men, and she would let them.

“Time to move her,” Randy instructed his brothers edgily, revealing a dominant streak she hadn’t seen before. His brothers loosened their grips on her burning body and let her go.

Randy hoisted her on the kitchen island she had thankfully cleaned earlier. He opened her legs wide and pushed between them, his erection poking her through her sodden panties.

She rocked her hips forward, bringing her pussy closer to him and meeting the hard line of his jean-covered cock. “God, I want you.”

Randy shook his head. “Not yet, but later,” he assured her, cupping her neck with his hand and pulling her forward for a devastating, mind-numbing kiss.

Shannon heard Drew order, “Jared, get the blindfold, and Randy, get two sets of handcuffs.” But she ignored him and hoped Randy would, too. Of course, he didn’t. Randy pulled back then followed his brother’s instructions.

Shannon peered at her men, expecting them to leave the kitchen. She was wrong. To her shock, Jared yanked open a drawer then pulled out a blindfold, and Randy went in the pantry and came out with two sets of handcuffs.

Excitement zinged through her body swiftly, a shudder not far behind it. “You guys have handcuffs and a blindfold in
here
?”

Drew strolled around the kitchen, picking up items as he went. “With you around, we never know when and where we are going to need them.”

“So, you have them everywhere?” she asked as she strained to see what Drew collected, but Randy and Jared returned too quickly.
Damn it.

None of them answered her.
I’ll take that as a yes.

“Lie back,” Jared instructed her, the command in his tone more than enough to make her comply. She acquiesced easily and without question. The cool marble shocked her system as she lay down on her back. She jolted, a shiver blowing through her body. “Oh!”

The men didn’t bat an eyelash. They continued with their erotic preparations, and her arousal kicked up a notch as she realized she had no control, no power. It was just their dominance, and her submission.

Randy grabbed her left wrist, snapping one handcuff around it then pulling her arm down to attach the other handcuff to a drawer handle.

She felt her eyes widen. “Whoa! What the bloody hell are you doing handcuffing me to the countertop? It’s cold and hard, damn it.”

Before Randy could respond, Jared silently lifted her head up and slipped the blindfold over her head. “There. You can’t be so damn nosy if you can’t see.”

“Fuck you,” she snarled, flinging her free arm toward his voice. A stern hand halted her in midswing, manacling her.

“How many times do I have to tell you this? You will,” Randy responded bluntly. Cold metal came around her wrist followed by a
click
. Then yet again he drew her arm down and fastened the handcuff to something with a
snick
, presumably the other drawer handle
.

A large, looming presence materialized at her head. She couldn’t see him, but she could sense him just the same. He placed several items around her before she heard his footsteps restart and then fade away. A noisy sound came from the direction of the refrigerator.
Icemaker?

“No,” she shouted, twisting her body and kicking her feet. “Oh, God no! No ice, damn it! That’s fucking torture.”

Three chuckles surrounded her—one reappearing at her head, one on her left, and one on her right. She recognized those laughs. Drew was the man at her head while Jared was on her right and Randy on her left.

“I don’t recall asking you,” Drew informed her coolly.

“Bastard,” she sneered.

Another round of dark chuckles came from them.

“I love it when she fights us,” Randy commented from his spot beside her, talking to his brothers as though she weren’t in the room. “She’s so damn cute when she’s pissed off—even when it’s all for show.”

“That she is,” Jared agreed from the other side. “I don’t know who she thinks she’s fooling. She doesn’t want us to stop being dominant. It just amuses her to pretend that she has a shred of control with us. If we quit, she would probably explode.”

“Or beg us to spank her ass again,” Randy murmured. “She seems to like that
a lot
.”

Shannon harrumphed indignantly.

Jared chuckled. “She likes anything that involves us dominating and her submitting.”

“Thank God for that,” Drew said. “It makes me fucking hot to fight her
and
her sexy temper.”

“Hell, it drives me wild when her hotheaded nature gets the best of her,” Randy remarked. “I love watching her cute little ass squirm.” He laughed. “Tonight is going to be fun. I can’t wait to see how she reacts when her temper gets a load of the things we have planned for her punishment.”

She trembled, ready to get this show rocking and rolling. The jackasses were right. It got her off to fight them. Just like it got them off to force her to submit. They were an odd quad, but it worked for them.

“Nothing to say?” Drew asked, apparently trying to provoke her into getting in more trouble.

She snapped her jaw shut, refusing to speak to them again and give them more ammunition against her. In the dark silence, she waited, not that she had a clue what the hell she waited for. But still she held back, ceding control to them completely.

Several moments ticked by and nothing, no speaking and no actions. And then the punishment began.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Lying atop the rock-hard, marble island in the middle of her men’s kitchen, she listened as one of the men cut down the middle of her dress. “Hey! Stop that! This is new, damn it,” she fussed as she resisted and tugged at the handcuffs restraining her.

Yet the cold metal of the scissors continued to brush her skin as it chopped its way down to the hem. With each snip, the fabric of her mesh dress fell to the side, revealing more of her bra and panties to the three men surrounding her. Even blindfolded, she could feel their fevered eyes on her.

“So beautiful,” Jared praised, his reverent voice coming from her right side. “Damn, your body is perfect.”

“She’ll be even more beautiful if we can get rid of these,” Randy said from her left. A hand, presumably his, touched the cup of her bra. “And these.” He brushed a hand across the damp satin covering her pussy.

Shannon whimpered as her back arched, but the handcuffs stopped her, controlling how far she could move. “
She
needs more.”

Disregarding her words, a hand slipped under one side of her panties, and a second hand slid underneath the other side. Working perfectly in sync, the two rough hands pushed the soft material over her hips. She lifted up, helping them get her panties past her ass. Without a pause, they slid her underwear the rest of the way off her.

One
snip
then another
snip
distracted her
.
“What the fuck? Are you cutting my bra, too? That was expensive, asshole.”
And, if you are cutting it, worth every penny of it.

No response. But the straps of her bra gave away, telling her the answer. Immediately, her full, heavy breasts spilled almost all of the way out of the cups.

“Yes,” she hissed.
Damn, I’m one fucked up chick. I spent a bunch of money on a bra, and I wanted them to cut it up before I have even had it twenty-four hours. Yep, I’m fucked up.

“Not good enough,” Drew murmured from next to her head as two big hands reached into her bra and caressed her swollen breasts. She writhed, moaning shamelessly as the hands sought and found her nipples. The nubs hardened instinctually under the hands stimulating them, begging him to continue rolling them not-so-gently between his callused fingers. But he didn’t. The hands shoved her bra down, completely exposing her breasts to their gazes and the cool air in the room.

Her nipples tightened painfully with need for their attention, a need they were denied. Their hands all disappeared from her body at the exact same time, leaving her feeling bereft and alone, even though they were still in the room with her. “Jared? Drew? Randy?”

Something shifted, and she heard a sound that filled her with dread—ice cubes being moved around in a bowl. She spat, “Don’t you fucking dare. I can handle domination, and I am all for submission. But I will castrate every last one of you the moment you let me loose if you torture me. I’m sure that I can find something in the
kitchen.
”

So help me God, when you guys release me, I will make you pay for this with some gadget or utensil in this fucking kitchen. There has to be something I can use.

“Maybe we should keep her tied up all the time,” Randy commented humorously with a smile she was not able to see but could definitely hear in his voice. “That way we don’t have to worry so much about what she is going to do to us in our sleep.”

Randy’s amusement made her violent. She thrashed, struggling and tangling with the handcuffs futilely. “You better worry, Romeo! Ice is just plain evil, and I do not reward evil. I get even with it.”

“She isn’t going to do anything,” Jared remarked with equal parts arrogance and confidence from his new position between her legs. “She loves us this way.”

Shannon grunted. It was the truth, but she would be damned before she confirmed it. After their earlier discussion about her temperamental nature and fighting compulsions, their arrogant heads would probably explode if she uttered the words aloud.