Carrie's Answer (9 page)

Chapter Ten

A second pair of hands touched her just underneath her breasts. She froze as the second person in the room spoke.

“Damn, Marcus, she really is beautiful.”

Carrie couldn’t move. That voice. She’d know that smooth cadence anywhere.

Marcus grabbed her hips and rocked against her backside. “Yes, she’s quite the beauty.”

She gasped at the compliments and turned red. “Okay, guys, you’re laying it on a little thick.”

Teeth closed over her shoulder and bit hard.

“Daniel, I think we need to explain to Carrie what really counts as beautiful.”

She felt Daniel’s smooth chuckle against her face. “I agree. And remind her that a good little submissive doesn’t speak until spoken to.” His velvet-smooth tongue licked down her nose, across her cheeks. He nipped sharply at her chin before rising to kiss her temples.

“True beauty lies in here,” he said as his hands ran down the sides of her face, stroking hair. Daniel’s mouth whispered lightly across her head. “It lies here.” His finger touching the shell of her ear before licking the highly charged spot. “It lies here,” he finished as his flat palm slid down her sternum to rest in the valley of her breasts.

“You’re gorgeous, Carrie, because you understand what we want. What we need you to do. Baby, you are the most sensual creature I have ever known.” She imagined Daniel was smirking a little bit while Marcus glared at him and growled.

Carrie sighed as Marcus bit her earlobe. Daniel’s compliment pierced her heart. No man had ever told her she was beautiful, and now two of the hottest men in Detroit were showering her with praise. The only thing that could have made it better was if the words had come from Marcus himself.

“Of course we can’t forget about this body,” Daniel said as he cupped each of her breasts. She could practically
hear
him smiling. “Told ya I like them juicy.”

Carrie stifled a giggle as Marcus growled into the back of her neck.

“You are perfect just as you are, kneeling obediently before me. And I want you so fucking bad I can’t stand it.” Marcus’ confession brought tears to Carrie’s eyes, dampening the black silk scarf.

She felt Daniel’s heat as it blanketed the front of her.

“Marcus is damn lucky he got to you first.” He pressed firm lips to hers. Slowly, taking his time, he covered Carrie’s face with soft butterfly kisses. Marcus was at her back, licking her neck. The sensations were tremendous, as her entire upper body was enveloped in heat.

“On the bench. Lay down on your back.” Marcus led her toward the bench. Her back sank into the softest leather that molded to her skin. She was grateful for the blindfold. She didn’t know if she could bear to face the two men as they approached her. When they stood on either side of the bench, she realized that, if she remembered correctly, it was the perfect height to take one of them in her mouth and the other in her pussy.

She squeezed her thighs together as the image of Daniel sliding his long, hard cock between her lips while Marcus pumped into her crashed into her brain.

“Arms up, Carrie-mine.”

She followed his command easily as the anticipation of the pleasure to come buzzed around in her brain, shooting signals to other, and more intimate, parts of her body.

Some tiny voice whispered that she shouldn’t want this, to be shared by the man she loved. Carrie ignored it. There was no
should
or
shouldn’t
in this situation. She wanted Marcus’ possession. If this weekend was all she would have of Marcus’ domination, then she was determined to give him everything he asked for.

And honestly, being with Daniel was no hardship. The man might have shadows in his eyes that would make the boldest lover cautious but he was still one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen, and he’d already proven his touch could set her body alight.

Two sets of hands restrained her wrists, fastening them with leather straps to the bench. The straps were tight, leaving no wiggle room for her upper body unless she scooted up.

She turned her head, following the sound of Marcus’ footsteps as he went over to his toy chest. She heard drawers opening and closing and pictured him pulling out a variety of toys. The thought of him using them on her sent hot cream sliding down her thighs.

He returned to the bench and knelt down. “Carrie, you are to listen to Daniel’s instructions as if they were my own, do you understand?”

She couldn’t find her voice but she managed to nod her head. Blinded by the black silk, she had no warning. Suddenly two sets of lips descended on her nipples.

“Oh, God,” she croaked as the sensation of two very different tongues began licking at the taut buds. Each man played with them in different ways, eliciting duel reactions of pleasure from her. She wasn’t able to concentrate on either man, only on the sensations they were driving into her chest and throughout the rest of her body.

Marcus pulled Carrie’s nipple deep into his mouth, flicking it back and forth. Catching it in a gentle grip with his teeth, he pulled, elongating it as much as possible. Her head thrashed back and forth and small whimpers escaped with each pull.

His eyes cut across to Daniel, who was moaning as he swirled his tongue around her entire breast. He was devouring her, enjoying himself just a little too much for Marcus’ peace of mind. What the hell kind of game was Danny-boy playing? If he wanted to piss Marcus off, he was well on the way to succeeding.

When he recognized his irrational possessiveness, he knew it was time to take the next step. Without releasing her painfully hard nipple, Marcus reached up and untied the blindfold. He slowly slid the silk away, letting the fabric drag over her damp, flushed skin. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted on gasping breaths as her head thrashed against the warm leather of the bench.

He bit down harder. “Keep your eyes open, Carrie,” he reprimanded her and then went back to tormenting her tender nipple. He fucking loved the taste of her skin. So smooth, so sweetly Carrie.

Marcus brought his eyes back to Carrie’s and wanted to moan as he encountered those dark brown orbs fixed on the sight of his mouth on her body.

“She’s ready,” Marcus rasped as he broke contact. He picked up the clamps that he’d placed on the carpet beside the bench, ready to give one to Daniel. His friend still had his lips wrapped firmly around Carrie’s nipple, drawing moans of pleasure from her with each suck.

“Dan.”
Marcus didn’t raise his voice but the words rapped out with unmistakable demand. Daniel let go slowly with a small pop as her nipple slid free. Silently, Marcus handed over the clamp.

Carrie’s eyes widened at the sight of them. Marcus leaned down and pulled her nipple between his fingers, twisting gently. Daniel followed suit and, with a look to coordinate their timing, they each let a clamp bite into her tender flesh.

Marcus quickly placed his mouth over Carrie’s, inhaling her cry at the sharp bite of pain. Daniel was whispering in her ear, sweet words telling her how the pain would dwindle in a moment, and for her to hold on, the pleasure would be more than she had ever imagined. Marcus’ tongue slid deeper into her mouth, thrusting and stroking until her cries ended and her tongue began dancing with his own.

Breaking the kiss, he looked over at his best friend. He hoped Daniel would never know what the words cost him as he said, “Well, you’re the guest. Where would you like to start?”

He didn’t like the wolfish grin that spread across Daniel’s face.

“Hey, don’t I get a say?” Her small voice broke the tension between him and Daniel.

“Are you questioning me, Carrie?” She met the silver fire in his eyes and shook her head frantically. “No, you don’t get a say,” he answered. “You know what to say if you want out.”

He reminded her of the safe word they’d agreed upon earlier. When he’d asked her for one, she’d opened her mouth and out came the word
apple
. He was amused as she blushed over the silly word. Maybe she thought it should have been something more interesting or dignified. He’d wanted to reassure that most times the word was kept simple, easy to remember in the heat of passion. Instead Marcus had simply grinned and nodded his agreement. Apple was the safe word. She only had to say it, and Marcus would untie her and kick Daniel’s conceited ass out of here.

“Since you haven’t said that word,” he flicked at her adorned nipple. “I’ll assume you don’t want to stop.”

“No, I don’t want to stop,” she replied, her cheeks stained pink with a flush of embarrassment and arousal.

“Then baby, you’re racking up the punishments.”

“Well then,” Daniel said, standing up and going to the bottom of the bench. “If we’re done with all the conversation, I’m hungry and I think I would like to eat some dessert.”

He grasped each of Carrie’s legs and positioned them over his shoulders. Marcus watched as his best friend split Carrie’s glossy, swollen pussy lips apart like a piece of succulent fruit, dragging his tongue up the tender slit in one long stroke.

He was turned on and pissed off all at the same time. Marcus hadn’t seen Daniel this eager to dive between a woman’s legs in quite a while and he didn’t particularly like that it was
his
woman who had inspired Daniel’s enthusiasm.

Turning back to Carrie, he had to resist the sudden urge to cover her, take her and make her his alone. Even though Daniel was tongue-deep in her pussy, her eyes were on Marcus. His heart hiccupped at that small act. She met his eyes before dragging her gaze down his body until she looked at the growing hard-on tenting his jeans, and licked her lips.

Walking to her, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. Marcus ran his hand up and down his heavy dick.

“Do you want this, baby?” he asked as his jeans fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them. “Yeah, you want this, don’t you? Right between those plump pink lips.” His moved in closer, his hard-on a millimeter from her mouth, which was open and waiting to be filled.

“Who do you belong to, Carrie?” His heart was thundering in his chest as he waited for her answer. Instead of the words he needed to hear, she squealed and raised her hips off the bench.

Goddamn,
Daniel
, Marcus thought, shooting his best friend a dirty look. Daniel cocked his eyebrows and purposely drew long on Carrie’s clit, causing her to moan even louder. The man was totally fucking with him, and he wasn’t in the mood for it. If Carrie was going to moan, it would be with her lips wrapped around his cock.

He turned his attention back to Carrie. “Come on, baby, who do you belong to? Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give you a treat.”

He dragged the head of his cock over her bottom lip, smearing the velvety surface with his pre-come before pulling back, out of reach.

“You, Marcus.” Her voice a mere whisper.

“Louder. I can’t hear you,” he growled.

“Dammit, Marcus, you. I belong to you,” she cried.

Marcus smiled and let his cock slip into her wet mouth. She sucked him hard into her. He hissed as a slight pain mixed with a hell of a lot of pleasure slid up his body. Little vixen. She’d used her teeth to scrape him underneath as she sucked hard on his head.

He reached down and pinched her nipple. “You’ll pay for that later, baby,” he promised. Then he went up in flames because instead of looking scared, her eyes became hazy and filled with even more lust at the thought of him punishing her.

Chapter Eleven

Daniel wanted to give himself a pat on the back at the resentful looks Marcus kept sending him. His mission was accomplished. Marcus was good and pissed and incredibly territorial. Daniel knew it was a shitty thing to do but some people needed a friendly shove off the cliff before they got it. Marcus was one of those people. His best friend wasn’t meant to be single forever, randomly fucking this woman or that one.

During many inebriated conversations when Marcus had let his famous guard down, he confessed that his swinging lifestyle wasn’t satisfying. He accomplished all he needed in his work, had every luxury he could possibly desire and commanded attention wherever he went. But it wasn’t enough anymore.

While he never came out and told Daniel directly that he wanted a woman to love him, it was there between the lines.

So when Carrie approached him about trying out the club, Daniel remembered the way Marcus looked at his sweet little assistant and a nutty idea had formed in his head.

He knew that “happily ever after” wasn’t in the future for him, but Marcus was another matter entirely. Marcus wanted to be loved even if he wouldn’t admit it, and Carrie clearly wanted to love him. What else could Daniel do but give them a gentle shove in the right direction? Hell, it was his responsibility as a friend!

Gazing up the length of Carrie’s body, he grinned at the look of utter absorption on Marcus’ face. Then he watched the way she was sucking Marcus off and it was the only proof Daniel needed. Yep, Marcus was hooked, hooked in a way that he never had been before, even with The Viper. If only he would admit it to himself.

Not that he blamed Marcus. Carrie tasted like fresh honey on his tongue. Sugary and sweet just like her personality. He drove his tongue in deeper, pulling her creamy goodness into his mouth. He lapped at her hot, tight little clit, loving the way she jumped whenever he bit down on it.

Fuck, he wished at times he could bed a woman this real, this sweet. One who wanted him like Carrie so obviously wanted Marcus. That was not to be his journey though, so he decided to enjoy tonight, because he was certain it would be the first, last and only time he’d ever be buried between the legs of a woman like this.

Marcus watched Carrie struggle to hold her orgasm in. She’d make a shitty poker player. Her brow was sweating, her body undulating from head to toe.

More than one of their previous lovers had claimed Daniel had a tongue that could drive a woman over the edge into madness. Marcus knew he would bring Carrie over and over to the brink, only to pull back until she calmed down. He could go on for hours like that. Marcus could not. He needed to be buried in Carrie. In the most intimate of kisses, skin to skin, he was going to have her.

Abruptly he stepped back from her. He was shaking as he untied her wrists, stroking the red marks left by the cuffs. Daniel stopped eating his
dessert
and helped Marcus guide Carrie from the bench and onto the bed.

“Assume your position.” His voice was guttural with desire, nearly unrecognizable. As Carrie perched on spread knees, Marcus wondered if he’d ever tire of seeing her present herself to him. He decided he probably wouldn’t.

He crawled after her, kneeling behind her on the bed. After tugging down his leathers, Daniel crawled to kneel in front of her.

Carrie instinctively sank back, melting into Marcus’ body. He swallowed hard at the gesture. Carrie gave Daniel nothing more than brief glances, her eyes always shooting back to Marcus. While he’d known he needed that from her, he hadn’t realized how much until he’d burned under the heat in her gaze.

It was humbling, this experience and this night with her. He knew his decision to bring Daniel into their bed was the right one. He had the answer to his silent question. The one he’d never have been able to ask Carrie directly.

It had been humiliating to find his wife going after Daniel. He’d never blamed his best friend; Daniel Ellis was utterly irresistible to women. But he’d also never been able to trust that any woman he kept in his bed for more than one night wouldn’t turn to Daniel, too. Hell, Carrie herself had gone to Daniel to help her get into the club.

Here in his house, in his playroom, she gave Daniel little thought. Marcus felt like Tarzan. He wanted to beat on his chest and let out a howl of victory. Then he caught Daniel’s eyes looking at him with what he swore was envy and he felt like a total shit.

Daniel knew, knew the reason Marcus had invited him here tonight. His friend had all but told him but seeing it was a different thing entirely. Fuck, Daniel deserved better than this. Marcus knew he was an asshole, he freely admitted it, but making his best friend feel like nothing more than a breathing sex toy was too much for even him.

Daniel had been there for him through his father’s death, his divorce and subsequent humiliation. He’d even taken care of Meri when Marcus hadn’t been able to do it himself. He needed to give his friend something but he knew he couldn’t give him Carrie’s beautiful, vulnerable eyes.

“Carrie,” he whispered in her ear. Wrapping his hands underneath her breasts, he cupped them lightly. “Baby, I want you to talk to Daniel when he touches you. Tell him what makes you feel good.”

Marcus squeezed lightly around the clamps, and Carrie moaned in response to the sharp bite of pain twining with dark pleasure as Marcus licked along her neck. “Kiss him for me, Carrie. I want you to make him come hard.”

Daniel dipped his mouth to Carrie’s, running his tongue over the velvety surface of her lips. She let her mouth melt into his, sucking his tongue into the hot cavern until he groaned and drew back, lips red and glazed with the moisture of their kiss.

Daniel drew one gentle finger over her cheek before shifting to lie back on the bed. Placing his hands on her hips, he urged her to lift up before sliding his shoulders between her spread knees and drawing her dripping pussy down to his voracious mouth. Carrie gasped as he slid two thick fingers up her aching passage.

Carrie jerked in ecstatic reaction but kept her head back, eyes locked with Marcus. He continued to talk to her, whispering how beautiful she looked, how well her body responded to his every desire.

“Let him feel how tight your pussy is, baby. How hot and wet you are. Show him your passion and hold nothing back.”

Daniel chose that moment to suck her clit into his mouth, drawing hard on the little bundle of nerves. Carrie arched into his mouth and remembering Marcus’ command stuttered out, “God, Daniel, suck harder. Your tongue feels so good.”

With every word, Daniel drew harder on her flesh, emitting little growls of excitement as he moved to slurp at the syrup flowing freely from her spasming pussy.

“That’s good, baby, tell him all about it.” Marcus’ words breathed over her skin, sending a shower of goose bumps to prickle over her entire body. “But what can’t you do, baby?”

“I can’t come, Marcus,” she gasped. “But…” Her voice became sharp with arousal. “God, Daniel your mouth. You’re going to make me come. Please slow down,” she begged, grinding helplessly against Daniel’s relentless tongue. “Please, I can’t come yet.”

Carrie felt her body tighten. For the first time tonight she was scared. The sensations Daniel was drawing from her body confused her. She belonged to Marcus. It seemed wrong for another man to be able to pull this sort of reaction from her.

Marcus seemed to know, to understand. He ran one hand down her spine and whispered for her ears only, “Do this for me, baby. I want you to. I need you to.”

Carrie groaned helplessly as Daniel moved his head back just enough to speak, the words vibrating against her sensitive pussy lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t draw blood.”

She let out a choked laugh that quickly turned to a scream of painful pleasure as he caught her clit between sharp teeth.

Carrie sank back into Marcus’ embrace. Her hands, still lifting her breasts, holding them out like a gift for Marcus, began to clench convulsively. Marcus reached down, taking her arms and drawing them up behind her, circling his neck. Then he replaced her hands on her breasts with his own, pinching lightly at the nipples, flicking at the dangling clamps and causing her to thrash in his arms and emit little screams of pleasure at the molten sensations.

Just when she thought she couldn’t stand another second, stretched on a rack of pleasure between Marcus and Daniel, Daniel dropped his head down to the bed, breathing raggedly for a moment before sliding gracefully out from under her. He rose to his hands and knees, crouching in front of her like a giant jungle cat. Hands still planted on the bed, he stretched up to catch her lips with his own.

His lips tasted of his unique musk and her arousal. He tasted nothing like Marcus. He kissed differently as well. Marcus was impatient when he kissed her. She felt like she was being branded by Marcus. Daniel, on the other hand, made kissing an art form. He was all finesse and subtle slides of his tongue here, a scrape of teeth there. With Daniel it was all about making her feel aroused. And damn, she was definitely aroused by this man.

Marcus removed her hands from his neck, and Carrie grasped Daniel’s shoulders and pulled him to her. His body pressed flush with hers, his hard planes and lines melting into her soft curves. His obvious erection pushed against her soft belly.

Two days ago, she would never have envisioned being strapped to a table with two men but these men made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

Two large fingers slid to her cleft. Daniel groaned as his fingers pushed their way into the wet opening and found her tight and waiting for him. He kissed her even deeper while he stroked her wet flesh, and Marcus continued his ministrations on her breasts and neck.

“Fuck, Carrie. Do you have any idea how hot you look with Daniel’s fingers sliding into you?” The gritted words just added to the fire flooding her body. To emphasize his point, Marcus pushed his large cock against her, rubbing along the hot skin on her lower back. “She feels amazing, doesn’t she? All creamy and hot.”